"Count me in. I'll go too!"
"Let's go together to bring Master home!"
…
At the same time, some people's attention was drawn over because of the heated rumors on the Internet.
A certain female reporter who was buying shoes, an old secretary who was drinking, a female Daoist who was sipping tea in the mountains, a sunny girl who was practicing calligraphy, a man with a hat slanted as he played with his cell phone, and a few children who were walking in search of Mt. One Finger …
In the depths of the southwest mountains, a girl on a forest path suddenly put down her cell phone and said to her brother beside her, "Brother, I'm going abroad."
"What?" The boy was dumbfounded.
…
At the border of Vietnam, a youth who was trading with an elephant touched the elephant's nose and said, "This person must be Abbot Fangzheng. Although he looks different, I won't forget the charm of his every move … I'm going to find him!"
The elephant raised its head to the sky and trumpeted.
On a tall building in Southeast Asia, a man put down his wine glass and said, "Let's go and visit Abbot Fangzheng!"
…
Yes, a group of people who had always worshiped Fangzheng in their hearts had noticed something amiss from Fangzheng's subconscious actions on television. Following that, they began to embark on the path to Europe to search for Fangzheng.
Instantly, countless people from all over the world cast their gazes on Europe.
Of course, there were also some who had nothing better to do. They weren't sure if it was Abbot Fangzheng, but no one believed that it was a waste to verify it. After all, they had nothing better to do. Many people were even willing to waste their time in exchange for a sliver of anticipation in their hearts …
Fangzheng didn't know that he had inadvertently caused a stir. In short, he had a good night's sleep.
But because of his personal habits, he still got up before the sun rose. He couldn't stay in the house any longer, so he simply slapped Hong Haier's little butt and pulled him out of the bed. After washing up, he went out to walk the streets.
"Master, what are you doing? It wasn't easy for you to have your fill and have a place to stay. Why aren't you enjoying your blessings? "Red Boy rubbed his eyes and yawned, looking indignant.
Fangzheng said, "Look at you. You're already overseas. You should at least take a look. Look at this place. It's worthy of going overseas. "
"Okay, okay, okay. You're my master. Whatever you say makes sense." Red Boy yawned.
The two of them walked for more than two hours. After more than two hours, the two of them looked at the tall building in front of them in astonishment, as well as the familiar surroundings.
"No way. Master, we seem to have turned back." Red Boy looked at the scene before him in astonishment.
Fangzheng rubbed his nose and said, "This … seems to have really turned back. Since I'm back, it's fate. Didn't I go to the calligraphy exhibition yesterday? Today was just right. Let's go! Let's go in and take a look! "
When Red Boy heard this, he immediately became interested. Who wouldn't want to join in the fun without starving?
The arrival of the two monks made the attendants at the door frown. There was nothing they could do about it. The two monks were dressed in tattered clothes. It was obvious that they were poor people. However, the attendant did not step forward to stop them. After confirming that the two monks' clothes were very clean despite being tattered, he pretended not to see them.
Without any melodramatic plot, Fangzheng successfully entered the exhibition hall.
At the front of the exhibition hall were some rubbings of famous people, such as Wang Xizhi's calligraphy …
This was also the first time Fangzheng was seeing the calligraphy of famous ancient people. He watched with relish.
Further ahead were some calligraphers writing on the spot. Although they lacked the charm of the ancients, they were filled with the beauty of calligraphy. Every stroke was very impressive. Fangzheng nodded as he watched.
"Heh heh, Venerable One, you seem to know calligraphy from the way you nod." A middle-aged man who had just picked up a brush said with a warm smile.
Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. This Penniless Monk knows a little, but not much. The words' Mister 'have the taste of water. When it's gentle, it's like a babbling stream. When it's wild, it's like a raging Yellow River. It's indeed beautiful. "
The man was taken aback as he cupped his hands. "I'm Wang Daochun. How may I address you?"
Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "This Penniless Monk is Fangzheng."
Wang Daochun was taken aback. "Fangzheng? Uh … Sorry, this Dharma name is just too resounding … "
Fangzheng smiled. "It's fine. Every time This Penniless Monk reveals his Dharma name, everyone seems to have a huge reaction."
Wang Daochun chuckled. "That's not impossible. Abbot Fangzheng is a god-like figure in China. Who doesn't know him? However, anyone can choose a name. There's no need to change it just because others have it … Venerable One, from what you just said, it looks like you're quite good at calligraphy. "
Wang Daochun clearly didn't want to harp on this problem, so he changed the topic and returned to calligraphy.
Fangzheng shook his head. "I know a little. I haven't written in a long time. I wonder what words I can write."
"Haha … Venerable One, you're being too polite. The exhibition has just opened, so there aren't many people. If you wish to write, you can use our brush and ink. Everyone is talking about calligraphy, not whether it's good or bad, "Wang Daochun said with a chuckle.
At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded. "Calligraphy doesn't matter if it's good or bad. Then what's the point of writing calligraphy? Can't you just write at home? Everything has its pros and cons. This is a Chinese calligraphy exhibition, not an exhibition to embarrass China. Every word here is for the appreciation of foreign guests. If you get someone to write randomly, it won't only be embarrassing you, but also China's face! "
As he spoke, a man slowly walked over with a few people like he was the moon surrounded by stars.
"Huang Yu, what are you doing here?" Wang Daochun clearly didn't like Huang Yu.
Fangzheng didn't like him either. This was because Huang Yu didn't look like a calligrapher, but more like a businessman. The way he looked at people wasn't as honest and easy-going as Wang Daochun. There was a sharpness to it, like a knife.
Huang Yu said, "You hung a sign saying it's a traveling exhibition of Chinese calligraphy. I'm also a calligrapher, so I came to take a look. It's not too much to write a few words, right? I just didn't expect China to be so desolate that it doesn't even have a calligrapher. Do we need to catch a monk by the roadside to pass the time? "
When a youth behind Wang Daochun heard that, he said angrily, "That's still better than crossing the ocean to be a dog! They don't learn from their ancestors and abandon their national calligraphy to learn some nondescript things. When they come back, they even claim to be orthodox. They curse their ancestors' things as trash and that Country R's is the true culture. I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such shameless people! "
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