Chapter 1125: Ghost Drawing Talisman on Slate From Heaven

Fangzheng said: "As a teacher, I am going to publish a book and biography today, please call the poor monk and scholar Zheng."

"Uh...Master, aren't we monks?" Squirrel asked.

"What's wrong with the monk? Monks can't publish books, so they can't be literati? Just wait and go, don't delay the poor monk's publication." Fang Zheng waved his hand.

The squirrel let out a oh and was ready to leave.

As soon as he turned around, Fangzheng suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows, and shouted: "Jingkuan, come here and read what the poor monk wrote, can you understand it?"

The squirrel was stunned, he had been coming to Yizhi Temple for so long, and besides other things, he already knew a lot of Chinese characters. Not only him, monkeys and salted fish can also read and write without barriers. It's just ugly writing...

The squirrel said: "Master, what you wrote is not a heavenly book, what can I not understand?"

While talking, the squirrel looked down, then froze.

Fangzheng laughed and said, "Do you understand?"

The squirrel rubbed his eyes, looked again, and said to Fangzheng, "Master, do you have a fever? What kind of ghost symbols are written here? I can't even recognize what it is! I have heard of impressionist painters, and they only painted themselves I understand. Are you the legendary Impressionist calligrapher?"

Fangzheng burst out laughing when he heard this.

What he just set is that Jing Kuan can't understand! He wanted to try whether his supernatural power worked, and if it worked, how would it work! As a result, this test really made him extremely satisfied.

With a thought, Fangzheng set the words below so that squirrels could see them, then smiled slightly and said, "Read it again."

The squirrel looked down, and after looking at it for a while, exclaimed: "Wow! Master, I understand! This... What's going on here? It was messy just now, and it looked like ghostly symbols. Why did it suddenly become a mess? ...so beautiful!"

Squirrel always thought that Fangzheng's handwriting was beautiful, and he practiced hard for three minutes, and then he was too tired to give up. But this didn't stop him from liking Fangzheng's characters.

Fangzheng said, "Try memorizing this line."

The squirrel rolled his eyes and said: "Master, I have a photographic memory, what's so difficult about this?" While speaking, the squirrel glanced down, then closed his eyes, and opened his mouth! Then……

"Say it." Fangzheng asked with a smile.

Squirrel opened his eyes, and said bitterly: "Master, I seem to be sick, and I don't remember a single word."

Fangzheng looked at the pitiful appearance of the squirrel, and laughed loudly: "You can read it again, and try to memorize it again."

The squirrel did not doubt that he was there, looked down again, and closed his eyes, but he was surprised to find that the line of words was as clear as the other things he remembered before! Just open your mouth!

The squirrel exclaimed, "Master, I'm cured!"

Fangzheng laughed loudly and said, "Okay, let's go play, don't delay publishing a book for the teacher!"

"Master, how much can you write on this page? Besides, after you finish writing, who do you send it to? Let me tell you, you can engrave it on the mountain! It's so convenient for anyone who comes to see it. "The squirrel said casually, and was ready to leave.

But when Fangzheng heard it, it made sense! If it was written on paper, he would not know who to send the book to. But if it is engraved on the mountain, anyone can see it?

However, it is obviously unrealistic to engrave it on the mountain. Although the mountain is large, it is also high! The distance is so far, the characters below are too small to be read clearly, and the characters are too big, not many characters can be engraved on a mountain.

But Fangzheng thought of a compromise, so Fangzheng immediately went to find a set of carving tools and put them in the yard, then went back to sleep. Seeing this scene, the squirrel looked puzzled. But I didn't care, what to do.

It was night and after dinner, Fangzheng took the carving equipment and called out to Hong Haier, who took him to the depths of the mountain.

Not long after, Honghaier came back carrying a huge stone tablet that looked like a mountain gate!

With a bang, it landed on One Finger Mountain, an open space some distance away from One Finger Temple. At the beginning, it was the place where the film crew pitched their tents, and when people left, it was covered with weeds, so there was nothing to feel bad about.

This huge stone slab is like a wall, giving people a majestic and shocking visual impact.

At the same time, Fangzheng jumped down from the stone tablet, looked at the huge stone slab with satisfaction and said, "Jing Xin, go get another one, this one may not be enough!"

Honghaier nodded, the ability to extract stones from the earth and turn them into slabs is not difficult for him. Not long after, another big rock fell, but it was crooked and not parallel. Hong Haier wanted to fiddle with it again, but Fang Zheng waved his hand to indicate that it was fine.

Such a natural placement is more interesting.

Then, Fangzheng made a moving ladder out of cold bamboo, and let the salted fish push it down, and he began to carve characters on the stone slab. The characters he engraved are not too big or too small, and the people below, as long as they are not nearsighted, can definitely see them clearly.

Fangzheng started out as a sculptor, but later he discovered that his strength was much stronger than before, and he could move across the stone slab by pressing the chisel! So he threw away other equipment, and used the chisel as a pen, flying like a flying phoenix, and writing quickly on the slate like a Buddha splashing ink.

The salted fish below was originally looking up, but when Fangzheng waved his hand, stone debris fell all over the sky, and when he looked up, his face was covered in ashes! The point is, he has no eyelids, even if he wants to close his eyes.

"Jingkuan, do me a favor, this thing is too dusty." Xianyu called.

Upon hearing this, the squirrel nodded quickly, turned around and ran away.

After a while, Xianyu's eyes were covered with two pieces of black cloth...

Squirrel asked with a smile: "Junior brother, how is it?"

Xianyu: "Hehe... You are afraid that you won't be able to kill Master if you fall."

In the end, the monkey took the place of the salted fish, cooperated with Fang Zheng, and carved in front of and behind the two stone slabs all night.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Fangzheng put down the chisel, jumped down, and took the monkey to ring the bell and drum. Then, he entered the backyard and fell asleep...

Fangzheng went to bed, but as the pilgrims went up the mountain, the One Finger Temple was full, and the pilgrims who couldn't enter the temple and could only wander around outside quickly found these two conspicuous big stone slabs!

"What it is?"

"It seems like two huge stone screens!"

"No way? I didn't come here yesterday, why did I have it today?"

"Yang Hua, have you met him before?"

Yang Hua shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it before, let's go and have a look."

After finishing speaking, Yang Hua walked over with a few curious pilgrims, but they came over to take a look and were stunned.

"What is this? A heavenly book?"

"Ghost painting talisman?"

"A slate from the sky, a ghost drawing talisman? This..."