Fangzheng said, "I'll be publishing a biography today. In the future, please call This Penniless Monk a scholar."
"Uh … Master, aren't we monks?" Squirrel asked.
"So what if we're monks? Monks can't publish books? Can't they be scholars? Go to the side. Don't delay This Penniless Monk from publishing a book. "Fangzheng waved his hand.
Squirrel tersely acknowledged and prepared to leave.
However, the moment he turned around, Fangzheng suddenly thought of something. He pricked up his brows and shouted, "Jingkuan, come over. Take a look at what This Penniless Monk wrote. Can you understand it?"
Squirrel was stunned. He had been in One Finger Monastery for so long. Ignoring everything else, he already knew most of the Chinese characters. It wasn't only him. Monkey, Salted Fish, and company could also read and write without any obstacles. It was just that the writing was ugly …
Squirrel said, "Master, what you wrote isn't some heavenly book. What can't I understand?"
As he spoke, Squirrel looked down and was stunned.
Fangzheng chuckled. "Do you understand it?"
Squirrel rubbed his eyes and looked again. Then, he said to Fangzheng, "Master, are you having a fever? What kind of scribbles are they writing? I can't recognize it at all! I've heard of Impressionist painters. Only they can understand what they draw. Are you the legendary Impressionist calligrapher? "
Fangzheng laughed out loud when he heard that.
He had set it so that Jingkuan couldn't understand it! He wanted to test if his divine power was effective. If it was effective, what would happen? As a result, he was extremely satisfied with this test.
With a thought, Fangzheng set the words below so that Squirrel could see them. Then, he smiled and said, "Take another look."
Squirrel looked down and after a while, he exclaimed, "Wow! Master, I understand it! What … What's going on? It was just messy like scribbling. Why did it suddenly become … so beautiful!? "
Squirrel had always believed that Fangzheng's words were beautiful. He had practiced diligently for three minutes before giving up because he found it too tiring. However, this didn't stop him from liking Fangzheng's words.
Fangzheng said, "Try memorizing this line of words."
Squirrel rolled his eyes. "Master, I have a photographic memory. what's so difficult about this?" As he spoke, Squirrel lowered his head to take a glance before closing his eyes and opening his mouth! Then …
"Speak," asked Fangzheng with a smile.
Squirrel opened his eyes and said bitterly, "Master, I think I'm sick. I can't remember a single word."
Fangzheng looked at Squirrel's pitiful look and laughed. "Watch it again and try reciting it again."
Squirrel didn't suspect anything as he lowered his head to read it again. He closed his eyes and was astonished to discover that the line of words was as clear as the other things in his memory! The moment he opened his mouth, it came!
Squirrel exclaimed, "Master, I'm cured!"
Fangzheng laughed out loud. "Alright, go play. Don't delay me from writing my book!"
"Master, how much can you write on this page? Moreover, who are you going to send it to after you finish writing it? In my opinion, the mountain is so big, you should carve on the mountain! Anyone who comes can watch it. It's so convenient, "Squirrel said casually as he prepared to leave.
But when Fangzheng heard that, he felt that it made sense! If he wrote it on paper, he wouldn't know who to send it to. But if it was carved on the mountain, anyone could see it.
However, it was clearly impractical to carve it on the mountain. Although the mountain was huge, it was tall! At such a distance, the words would be small, and the people below wouldn't be able to see them clearly. If the words were large, a mountain wouldn't be able to carve that many words.
However, Fangzheng thought of a compromise. Therefore, Fangzheng immediately found a set of carving tools and placed them in the yard before returning to his room to sleep. Upon seeing this scene, Squirrel was baffled. However, he ignored it and did what he needed to do.
At night, after dinner, Fangzheng took the carving equipment and called out to Red Boy. He got Red Boy to fly him deep into the mountains.
Not long after, Red Boy carried a huge stone slab that resembled a mountain gate back!
With a boom, it smashed onto Mt. One Finger. It was an empty space a distance away from One Finger Monastery. Back then, it was where the film crew had set up their tents. Now that they were gone, it was all weeds, so there was nothing to feel the pinch.
The huge stone slab was like a wall. It exuded a dignified and solemn aura. It was an extremely shocking visual impact.
At the same time, Fangzheng jumped down from the stone slab. He looked at the huge stone slab in satisfaction and said, "Jingxin, get another one. I'm afraid this one isn't enough!"
Red Boy nodded. It wasn't difficult for him to extract rocks from the ground and turn them into stone slabs. Not long after, another huge boulder fell. However, it was a little crooked and didn't go side by side. Red Boy wanted to fiddle with it again, but Fangzheng waved his hand, indicating that it was fine.
Such a natural arrangement was even more interesting.
Following that, Fangzheng used the Frost Bamboo to make a mobile ladder. Then, he got Salted Fish to push it from below while he began carving words on the stone slab. The words he carved weren't too big or too small. As long as the people below weren't short-sighted, they would definitely be able to see them clearly.
Fangzheng was carving in the beginning, but later, he realized that his strength was much greater than before. Pressing down on the chisel, he could move about on the stone slab! Therefore, he threw away his other equipment and used the chisel as a pen. He danced like a Buddha splashing ink on the stone slab.
Salted Fish was originally looking up, but with a wave of Fangzheng's hand, the stone fragments that filled the sky fell. When he looked up, his face was covered in dust! More importantly, he couldn't even close his eyes without eyelids.
"Jingkuan, help me. This thing is too dusty," Salted Fish shouted.
When Squirrel heard that, he hurriedly nodded and turned to run.
After a while, Salted Fish's eyes were covered with two pieces of black cloth …
Squirrel chuckled and asked, "Junior Brother, how was it?"
Salted Fish: "Heh heh … Are you afraid that you won't die from the fall?"
Finally, Monkey took Salted Fish's place and cooperated with Fangzheng to carve the two stone slabs for the entire night.
Seeing that the sky was about to brighten, Fangzheng put down the chisel and jumped down. He led Monkey to strike the bell and drum. Then, he entered the backyard and fell asleep …
Fangzheng went to sleep, but as the devotees went up the mountain, One Finger Monastery was full. The devotees who couldn't enter the monastery and could only wander around outside quickly discovered the two conspicuous stone slabs!
"What's that?"
"It looks like two huge stone screens!"
"It can't be? They weren't here yesterday. Why are they here today? "
"Yang Hua, have you seen them before?"
Yang Hua shook his head and said, "I've never seen them before. Let's go over and take a look."
With that said, Yang Hua and a few curious devotees walked over. When they came over to take a look, they were stunned.
"What's this? A Heavenly Book? "
"Scribbles?"
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