Monkey thought about it. Although he didn't want to get married so early, it didn't seem like a loss to have a child! Therefore, Monkey said silently, "Bodhisattva, please bless me and give me a pair of twin sons!"
He offered incense and kowtowed. As for the money, there was no Merit Box at the moment, so he could only place it in front of the praying mat.
At that moment, Old Wu came to Monkey's side. He also burned incense and knelt down.
Monkey said in surprise, "Old Wu, you're also praying for children? You're already over forty! "
Old Wu rolled his eyes at Monkey and said, "So what if he's in his forties? I only had one son in my life, but I couldn't get pregnant no matter how hard I tried. I want a daughter's cotton-padded jacket now. Is there a problem? "After saying that, Old Wu kowtowed and also took out 200 yuan and placed it in front of him.
The two of them left the hall when Monkey suddenly thought of something. He said, "Old Wu, didn't you get a vasectomy?"
Old Wu chuckled and said, "Yes, do you think I really want another one? Raising a child is like raising an ancestor. It took me so much effort to raise one and I'm about to be liberated. How can I want another? But even if he didn't make a wish and put down the money, the master probably wouldn't want it. Not for anything else, just for these words alone, this money is worth it! "
Monkey smiled bitterly and did not say a word. At that moment, Fangzheng came over with two bowls of water.
Monkey's eyes immediately lit up. However, the shrewd him immediately said, "Old Wu, are you thirsty?"
Old Wu subconsciously nodded and said, "I'm not thirsty."
"I'm so thirsty. I'll help you drink that bowl of water." With that said, Monkey ran over, took a bowl of water, and gulped it down. Then, he said with a satisfied expression, "Master, this water is still so delicious!"
Fangzheng nodded slightly without a word.
Monkey asked tentatively, "Can I have another bowl?"
"No." Fangzheng rejected decisively.
Monkey said indignantly, "Didn't you give me enough the last time?"
"There's still half a vat of water. You can try filling it up." Fangzheng chuckled as he looked at Monkey.
The moment Monkey thought of Fangzheng's huge vat and water bucket, he immediately felt his back ache. He decisively gave up on drinking water.
Old Wu looked at Monkey suspiciously and said, "Monkey, that can't be? This … only a bowl of water? "
Monkey said helplessly, "Let's be content. He's afraid that we will die of thirst, so he gave us some water to drink. Otherwise, with Grandmaster's temper, there wouldn't even be a bowl of water. Are you thirsty? If you're not thirsty, I'll help you drink it. "
Old Wu had a nagging feeling that there was something fishy going on. He glared at Monkey and drank a mouthful of water as well. Then, he finished it in one gulp. However, before he could catch his breath, he spat out a rain of water.
When monkey saw this, he shook his head. "What a waste …"
Old Wu blushed and hurriedly changed the topic. He asked Fangzheng out of curiosity, "Master, is this spring water from the mountains? Why does it taste so good? "
Fangzheng smiled. "It's spring water from the mountain. However, the water entered This Penniless Monk's monastery and was tainted with Buddhistic aura. The taste is slightly different."
"This …" Old Wu did not believe in Buddhistic aura, but he could not retort in front of Fangzheng. He thought that Fangzheng didn't wish to say, so he didn't ask. However, he was still curious. He considered finding time to study it. If he could crack the mystery …
Old Wu's mind started to race.
Old Wu said, "Master, why didn't you write the words you just wrote on paper?"
Fangzheng said with a wry smile, "To be honest, it's tough on the mountain. I don't have any paper, so I can only casually write on the snow."
Old Wu nodded while in thought.
Following that, Monkey expressed his gratitude to Fangzheng again. He also mentioned that his girlfriend hadn't been feeling well recently. Furthermore, it was difficult to traverse the snowy mountain path, so she hadn't come up. After thanking him in person, he pulled Old Wu down the mountain.
Halfway down, Old Wu smacked his head and exclaimed, "Aiyah, I forgot to ask about Han Xiaoguo."
Monkey scolded him jokingly, "You really asked?"
Old Wu said with a wry smile, "Forget it. Since no one outside has any thoughts of talking about this, let's not get involved. However, seeing these words is also a win for me!" Old Wu smugly fiddled with the camera. Inside the camera was Fangzheng's Diamond Sutra written in Dragon Buddha Script. Although it was only a portion, it was enough.
The two of them happily descended the mountain.
The mountain quietened down once again. Fangzheng had nothing to do, so he led Lone Wolf into the mountain with a wooden pole in hand. As he walked, he searched for a large empty space to practice the Dragon Buddha Epithet. The text really had a magical power. The more he wrote, the more comfortable he felt. It was like smoking marijuana. It was addictive! Fangzheng swore that he had never been so infatuated with writing ever since he was young!
A day passed in a blink of an eye. The next day, Songwu County's newspaper published an article titled "A Tiny Temple Hides a Master". Furthermore, it included a few Dragon Buddha Epithet texts. From the moment Wu Changxi posted it, he waited with the chief editor and the others. He hoped that this time, it would make a big splash.
However, they had overestimated the influence of the newspaper. In this day and age, how much sales could a small newspaper in a county city have? Even if there was sales, it was basically an internal order. Then, they would buy it for decoration. They could only provide emergency support when the toilets at the east end of the village ran out of toilet paper.
Therefore, there was no news for three consecutive days.
The editor-in-chief patted Wu Changxi on the shoulder. He did not say a word, but his meaning was clear. The words were not good!
Wu Changxi could not accept it. He applied for leave and took the photos to the city. He refused to believe that such beautiful and elegant words would not have any selling points. At the same time, Wu Changxi posted many photos regarding One Finger Temple on Weibo. One of them was a photo of Fangzheng's flying letter in the snow, as well as the completed words. Furthermore, he @ -ed many famous calligraphers.
In the end …
"Is this a movie?"
"The special effects are not bad."
"The young monk's acting is quite serious."
"Can I get the movie title? It should be watchable."
"A small production, right? I don't see any advertisements … "
When Wu Changxi saw this, he wore a look of speechlessness and helplessness. He replied, "This is real. There's nothing fake about it. If there's any falsehood, I'll be struck by lightning! This temple is on Mt. One Finger! Those who don't believe me can go take a look for themselves! "
"Are you bragging?"
"Mt. One Finger? What kind of place is that? "
"I searched it. It's a tiny mountain. There are people on it?"
"Is it a publicity stunt?"
…
Wu Changxi was immediately infuriated. "It's up to you to believe it or not. Forget it if you don't believe it!"
As for the calligraphers, most of them probably did not see it. After all, Wu Changxi's influence was too small. Even if they saw it, they would subconsciously believe that it was something that had been synthesized by a computer.
There was even a famous calligrapher from the city, Ouyang Huazai, who replied without any politeness, "What a sensationalist! Using both hands and feet to write in the snow? Misleading Children. Your photos are truly a bastard! Write it clearly on the paper before you speak! "
Wu Changxi was immediately infuriated. He replied, "Mr. Ouyang, you can choose not to believe it. You can seek verification, but you cannot insult others!"
Ouyang Huazai replied, "Hmph! Are you worthy?! "
Wu Changxi was so infuriated that he nearly vomited blood.
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