Dog Song looked at the young man, and then looked at the busy young people on the other side. He shook his head and said, "It's a good thing, but our village might not need it. I'm going to sweep the streets. "
With that, Dog Song was about to leave.
The young man didn't understand and quickly asked, "Old friend, what do you mean by that? How could he not use it? Did everyone buy the Spring Festival couplets? Don't worry, it's free of charge. "
Dog Song looked at the young man and said, "Lad, you haven't seen the news, right? We have a calligraphy master here. Everyone has agreed to go up the mountain to write Spring Festival couplets today. That's why you've come here for nothing. If you ask me, you should just go back. Thank you for your kindness. "
"Calligraphy master? Here? "The young man was stunned.
When the other young man behind him heard that, he smiled and came up to him. "Fellow townsman, we are students who have just started our vacation. Are you telling the truth?"
Dog Song said, "No wonder. It's normal that you don't know. The people from your Calligraphy Association came here for a competition before, but they lost. "
"Really?" The two young men were not angry. Instead, they asked curiously.
"Of course it's true. It's fine if you don't believe me … Sigh, all of you are new faces. You must have been scammed. Those calligraphers in your county, hehe … they really don't have the guts to come to our village. "When Dog Song said this, he raised his head as if he was the one who won the competition.
When the youngsters heard this, they all clicked their tongues in wonder. Could it be that there was really an expert hiding in the village?
Just as they were puzzled, a car stopped, and an old man got out. Dog Song took a look, curled his lips, and left.
The person was none other than Songwu County's Calligraphy Association's president, Sun Guanying. Behind him was a girl with delicate features. She was also someone he knew. She was Ouyang Huazai's daughter, Ouyang Fenghua.
Seeing Sun Guanying, the youngsters immediately ran over and repeated Dog Song's words. One of the students with acne all over his face said with a smile, "Elder Sun, is there really a master in this village? Can this remote and desolate place really keep Grandmaster? "
Sun Guanying glared at him and scolded, "Don't ever say such things again! Where Grandmaster likes to live, is it any of your business? "
"Eh, Elder Sun, is there really a master here?" the acne student asked in surprise.
"Yes, he is a great master! Alright, since the villagers have made arrangements, let's keep the things. If you have something to do, you can go back first. If you want to go to other villages to take a look, you can do so, "Sun Guanying said.
When everyone heard that, they immediately cheered. Although it was good to be a volunteer, it was winter. Who would be willing to suffer from the cold? Hurry up and pack up …
However, there were also shrewd people who came forward and asked, "Elder Sun, what about you?"
"Of course we're going to see the master's calligraphy. You guys don't know, that master's calligraphy … hmm, how should I put it? If one had to describe it, it would be shocking! Seeing it once isn't enough! "Ouyang Fenghua shouted.
Everyone was even more confused. Who was Ouyang Fenghua? She was the daughter of the calligraphy master, Ouyang Huazai. How good was the calligraphy of a master that she praised? Everyone's curiosity was piqued.
At this moment, the sound of cars could be heard. There was indeed a motorcade of cars, big and small, with no less than a few dozen people!
The moment these people alighted, the volunteers were dumbfounded. All the famous and unknown calligraphers in Songwu County were here! What was going on? Were they forming a group to challenge him, or were they forming a group for sightseeing?
Sun Guanying was also taken aback as he turned his head and said, "Why are all of you here? Don't tell me that you are still unwilling to admit defeat after what happened the last time! If that's the case, scram! No one is to disturb the master! "
"Aiyah, Elder Sun, don't say that. We were frogs in a well the last time and thought too lowly of him. This time, we are here sincerely to ask for calligraphy, "a square-faced man came forward and said with a wry smile.
"You are also here to ask for calligraphy?" Ouyang Fenghua was taken aback as she subconsciously cried out.
"Eh … Could it be you too?" Everyone was stunned. Ouyang Fenghua had a master calligrapher at home, yet she was here to ask for calligraphy?
Seeing Ouyang Fenghua nod, everyone was immediately left speechless.
Liu Shuqing was a member of Songwu County's Calligraphy Association, but he was often out of town. He had returned for the new year this year and had been pulled over by a friend to ask for calligraphy. In the beginning, he was filled with questions and puzzlement. Was there a need to come all the way to the mountains to ask for calligraphy? Could it be that a young monk could write Yan Zhenqing's treasured works? He had a nagging feeling that it was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Although he had seen Ouyang Fenghua and Sun Guanying, Liu Shuqing ultimately believed that it was a planned publicity stunt. They were using these things to hype up a master and raise Songwu County's reputation. After all, this was not the first time he had seen such a method.
Therefore, Liu Shuqing did not think much of going up the mountain to ask for calligraphy. He felt that it was worth joining in on the fun and relaxing.
"If that's the case, let's all go together. Remember, don't act as recklessly as you did the last time we are up the mountain. Follow the rules and follow the villagers up the mountain to join in the fun, "said Sun Guanying.
Everyone responded in unison.
When Sun Guanying found Wang Yougui, Wang Yougui imagined that they were here to challenge him again. Only after hearing Sun Guanying's words did he feel relieved. Therefore, he organized everyone to go up the mountain with the villagers.
"Amitabha. Patrons, what are you doing?" Fangzheng looked at the scene in front of him in surprise as he went forward.
Fangzheng had first defeated the calligrapher and then the Laba Congee. The temple's Bodhisattva was also efficacious, so his prestige in the village was gradually established. In addition, Tan Juguo and Wang Yougui had done a lot of ideological work with everyone. Now, everyone had officially acknowledged Fangzheng as abbot. Everyone was already used to Fangzheng addressing them as patrons.
Wang Yougui smiled. "Fang-" Wang Yougui was stumped again.
Wang Yougui had a headache over how to address Fangzheng. Calling him abbot and abbot was nothing to begin with. However, deep down, everyone believed that Fangzheng should be called Old Monk. It was awkward to address a young monk that way.
As for calling Fangzheng by his name? It was a Dharma name, so it was fine to call him that. The problem was that everyone felt that calling him that was disrespectful to Fangzheng, especially when outsiders were around.
After some thought, Wang Yougui said, "Master Fangzheng, about that …"
"Amitabha. Patron, don't call This Penniless Monk master. This Penniless Monk isn't worthy of it." What Fangzheng said was the truth. He could only vaguely respond to others calling him master, but the word "master" was not something the average person could accept. Back then, Zen Master One Finger had said that being a master was too heavy. Without that cultivation, no one would dare accept it.
In the past, Fangzheng didn't think much of it, but after reading about Buddhist etiquette recently, he had gained some insight. How could he dare let others address him as master?
Wang Yougui felt bitter. "This isn't good, that isn't good. How should I address you?"
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