Chapter 116 The Army of Word-Seeking 【Favorite】

Song Ergou looked at the young ones, then at the busy young people on the other side, shook his head and said, "It's a good thing, but we may not need it in our village. Your family has it. I'm going to sweep the streets."

After finishing speaking, Song Ergou was about to leave.

The young man didn't understand, and quickly asked: "My fellow, what do you mean by that? How can it not be used? Has everyone bought the Spring Festival couplets? Don't worry, we are free, no money."

Song Ergou looked at the young man and said, "Young man, haven't you read the previous news? We have a calligraphy master here, and we have made an appointment to go up the mountain to write Spring Festival couplets today. So, you came here for nothing today, and you want me to tell you , let’s go back. I accept it kindly.”

"Calligraphy master? Here?" The young man was taken aback.

Another young man behind him heard the words, smiled, and leaned forward and said, "My fellow, we are students who just had a holiday. Is what you said true or false?"

Song Ergou said: "That's no wonder, it's normal if you don't know. What, you guys from the Calligraphy Association came here to compete here before and lost."

"Really?" The two young men were not angry, but asked curiously.

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, it's down. Hey, you are all new faces. You must have been tricked. Those calligraphers in your county, hehe... are really ashamed to come to our village." Song Ergou said When he got here, he raised his head, as if he was the one who won the game.

When the young people heard the words, they were all amazed. Could it be that there are really tall people hiding in the village?

Just as they were wondering, a car stopped, and then an old man got off. Song Ergou glanced at it, curled his lips, and left.

The person who came was Sun Zhiying, the president of Songwu County Calligraphy Association, followed by a young girl with beautiful features, who was also an acquaintance, Ouyang Huazai's daughter Ouyang Fenghua.

Seeing Sun Yiying, the young people immediately ran over and said what Song Ergou had said. One of the students with pimples all over his face smiled and said, "Mr. Sun, is there really a master in this village? Can this remote village really hold a master?"

Sun Xiying stared at the words, and scolded: "Don't say such things in the future! Where does the master like to live, can you control it?"

"Um, Old Sun, is there really a master here?" the acne student asked in surprise.

"Yes, he is still a great master! Well, since the villagers have made arrangements, let's collect everything. If you have something to do, go back first. If you want to visit other villages, go to other villages. Turn." Sun Xiying said.

Everyone cheered when they heard the words, although the volunteers are good, but in this winter, who wants to suffer from the cold here. Hurry up and pack your things...

However, there were also some smart people who came up and asked, "Old Sun, what about you?"

"Of course we went to watch the master write, you don't know, the master's handwriting... well, how should I put it? If I must describe it, it is shocking! Seeing it once is not enough!" Ouyang Fenghua shouted.

Everyone was even more confused, who is Ouyang Fenghua? Calligraphy master Ouyang Huazai's daughter, even she praises the master so much, how good is that calligraphy? So everyone's curiosity was mobilized.

At this moment, there was a sound of cars, and there was indeed a convoy, big cars and small cars, no less than dozens of people!

When these people got off the bus, the volunteers were stunned. All the famous and unknown calligraphers in Songwu County came! OK? Are you here to play games in a group, or are you here for sightseeing?

Sun Xiying was also taken aback, and turned around and said: "Why are you all here? Don't tell me, you still didn't admit defeat last time! If so, get the hell out of here! No one is allowed to bother Master!"

"Hey, Mr. Sun, don't say that when you're old. Last time we were the frogs in the well who underestimated people. This time we came here to ask for words from the bottom of our hearts." A man with a Chinese face stepped forward and said with a wry smile .

"Are you also here to ask for words?" Ouyang Fenghua was taken aback, and subconsciously called out.

"Um... so are you?" Everyone was stunned. Ouyang Fenghua had a great calligrapher at home, so he came to ask for calligraphy?

Seeing Ouyang Fenghua nodding, everyone was dumbfounded...

Liu Shuqing is a member of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association, but he has been out of town all year round. This year, he came back for the Chinese New Year and was asked by friends to ask for calligraphy. At the beginning, I was full of doubts and puzzles. As for running to the mountains to ask for words? Is it possible that a young monk can still write Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy? I always feel that making a fuss out of a molehill is too much suspicion of hype!

Although he saw Ouyang Fenghua and Sun Zhiying, Liu Shuqing always believed that this was a planned hype, using these things to hype up a master to raise the reputation of Songwu County. After all, he has seen this method more than once...

Therefore, Liu Shuqing didn't take it seriously when he went to the mountain to ask for words. It was worth joining in the fun and relaxing.

"If this is the case, then let's all go together. Remember, when you go up the mountain, don't mess around like last time. Observe the rules, go up the mountain with the villagers, and join in the fun." Sun Yiying said.

Everyone responded...

When Sun Zhiying found Wang Yougui, Wang Yougui thought he was coming to kick the gym again, but he was relieved after hearing Sun Zhiying's words. So I organized everyone to go up the mountain with the villagers...

"Amitabha, benefactors, who are you?" Fangzheng looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment, and greeted him.

Fangzheng first won the calligrapher, and the Laba porridge, and the Bodhisattva in the temple also got efficacious, and his prestige in the village was finally gradually established. In addition, Tan Juguo and Wang Yougui did a lot of ideological work with everyone. Now, everyone officially recognizes Fangzheng as the abbot. Fangzheng called everyone to be a benefactor again, and everyone got used to it.

Wang Yougui smiled and said, "Fang..." Wang Yougui got stuck again...

How to address Fangzheng gave Wang Yougui a headache. Calling the abbot and the abbot is nothing. But everyone thinks in their bones that this should be called an old monk, a young monk, so called, it's awkward.

Fangzheng's name? It's a dharma name, so it's okay to shout it. The problem is, everyone thinks it's disrespectful to President Fang Zheng, especially when outsiders are around, it's very bad.

After thinking about it, Wang Yougui said, "Master Fangzheng, that..."

"Amitabha, benefactor, don't call me poor monk master, poor monk can't bear it." Fangzheng's words were true, and he would respond vaguely when outsiders shouted, but the word "master" is really not acceptable to ordinary people affordable. Zen master Yizhi said that the master is too heavy, without that practice, no one would dare to bear it.

Fangzheng didn't think much of it before, but after reading some things about Buddhist etiquette recently, he was quite enlightened. How dare someone call him a master again?

Wang Yougui pressed hard: "This is not good, and that is not good, what should I call it?"

Fangzheng Xiaodao: "The benefactor can call the poor monk Master Fangzheng, and take the Dharma as his teacher, not the poor monk as his teacher."