Furthermore, Fangzheng was an open and aboveboard person. He was not afraid of being seen, so he was calm. Jing Yan naturally could not tell anything. Jing Yan could only add in her heart, "Although he's young, he's good at deception!"
If Fangzheng knew what Jing Yan was thinking, he would probably vomit blood thrice and claim that he was innocent.
Wu Changxi hurriedly went forward and said, "Master, about this competition."
Fangzheng decisively shook his head. "Patron, Buddhism is a place of tranquility. There's no need to mention the competition. If you wish to offer incense and pray to Buddha, please come in. If there's nothing else, feel free to do as you please. "With that said, Fangzheng was about to return.
"Master, don't leave just yet. This is a matter of life and death! "Wu Changxi saw that Fang Zheng was determined not to compete, so he had an idea and shouted.
Fangzheng frowned. "What do you mean?"
Seeing that there was hope, Wu Changxi immediately said, "Master, it's like this. The last time I came here, I was lucky enough to see Master writing in the snow. The words were very beautiful and had the demeanor of a master. That's why I took a picture and wanted to share it with everyone. It's not wrong for everyone to appreciate such good things, right? "
Fangzheng thought about it and felt that it was a good thing. There was nothing else he could say as he nodded.
Wu Changxi continued. "Here comes the problem. Some people don't believe me! They say that the picture I took is fake. The words you wrote in the snow are also fake. Everything is fake! I, Wu Changxi, am a reporter. I've been in this line of work for twenty years. Ignoring everything else, I still have integrity. My good reputation of more than twenty years cannot be tarnished like that. I was indignant, so I went to reason with them. In the end, they even scolded me and you as cheats! Master can tolerate this, but I can't!
To have my reputation destroyed is equivalent to taking my life! I'm a reporter. If I lose my credibility, what will I be left with? If I can't prove my innocence today, do I still have the face to live? I might as well find a place to die today! "
Fangzheng looked at Wu Changxi as Wu Changxi looked back at him angrily.
Fangzheng shook his head slightly. "Patron, what you said makes sense. However, it's not to the point of death."
Fangzheng could see the calamity that awaited anyone in the next three days. if Wu Changxi really wanted to die immediately, it was impossible for Fangzheng not to see it. Since there was no phenomenon, it meant that the fellow was just saying a few bitter words to deceive Fangzheng. Fangzheng did not like the feeling of being cheated or used. He turned and left.
"Master, Master … don't go! It's really a matter of life and death. I bet a million in it. If I lose, where would I get the money to pay for it? At that time, no matter what, his family would be ruined! You can't leave me in the lurch! "Wu Changxi rushed forward and hugged Fangzheng's thigh, pestering him.
Fangzheng was exasperated as well. First, a few baffling reporters had come early in the morning. Then, a scoundrel had come. How was he supposed to lead a peaceful life? Furthermore, there were so many people who kept on pleading, but they didn't even light an incense stick. How could they have the nerve to plead?
Although Fangzheng was unhappy, Wu Changxi's words stirred him. A million! How much was one million? Fangzheng counted with his fingers and realized that it was not enough! They actually used so much money to gamble? What a bunch of bastards … If you have so much money, why don't you donate? Can't you see that this abbot is so poor that he can only eat rice every day and doesn't even have pickled vegetables?
"Amitabha. Patron, it's best you let go. This Penniless Monk really cannot participate in this so-called competition. This competition is meaningless. Why are you doing this? "Fangzheng continued shaking his head in rejection.
"Little Monk, who said that this competition is meaningless?" At that moment, Jing Yan took a step forward and shouted.
Fangzheng returned with a question, "Patron, may I ask what's the meaning?"
"It's very meaningful. Now that Chinese culture is in decline, foreign cultures are invading like wolves and tigers. Look at our children. They use pencils, ballpoint pens, and fountain pens. Does anyone use a brush? Look at our classes. The importance of Chinese is lower than foreign languages! Look at our children's names. There are more and more foreign names. Whenever they open their mouths, they have to add a few sentences in English. It makes them appear different and superior. Such a sick society is fundamentally due to the lack of promotion of local culture. The loss of local culture causes children to lose themselves and be attracted to foreign culture. Today, this might seem like a battle between Wu Changxi and Ouyang Huazai to reestablish their names, but in fact, it's a great opportunity for cultural promotion!
As long as we sensationalize this matter, we can use both of their words to make an article. We can guide public opinion and make them pay attention to Chinese calligraphy. Wouldn't that be meaningful?
Furthermore, Wu Changxi is indeed an old reporter. What's a reporter without his reputation? He's nothing!
Also, let me remind you. Back when Ouyang Huazai suspected that your calligraphy was fake, Wu Changxi ran around trying to clear your name. In the end, Ouyang Huazai used some underhanded means to make him lose his job! Now, he claims to be a reporter, but in fact, he's nothing!
To participate in a competition for such a person, for himself, for Wu Changxi, and for the country's culture, isn't that what he should do? Isn't there any meaning to it? "Jing Yan poured beans as she spoke with great force.
Fangzheng was rendered speechless by her words. He had not even finished high school. How could he beat a top student like Jing Yan in terms of eloquence? Furthermore, she was a reporter. She made a living with words! More importantly, women were always fiercer than men when it came to arguments. With all the factors added together, Fangzheng was just short of raising a white flag.
However, Fangzheng felt aggrieved. Who wouldn't want to do a business that could earn their reputation? However, the System did not allow it! He was powerless even if he wanted to! Who could he vent his aggrieved feelings to?
Fangzheng sighed, "Amitabha. Patron, what you said makes sense. However, it's indeed impossible to compete in a monastery. Everyone, it's best you disperse. "
"Young Monk, why are you so stubborn? If we can't compete in a monastery, can't we compete down the mountain? "Chen Jing exclaimed.
It would have been fine if he did not mention it. The moment it was mentioned, Fangzheng became even more infuriated! Down the mountain? He also wanted to go down the mountain! But he couldn't!
Hence, Fangzheng shook his head, "This monastery only has This Penniless Monk. How can I go down the mountain? Patrons … "
"There's no need to go down the mountain! Master, the monastery isn't suitable for the competition. We can compete in an empty space outside the monastery! The mountaintop is huge. It's far from the monastery. Wouldn't it be fine as long as we don't disturb Buddha? "Wu Changxi smacked his head and exclaimed.
Fangzheng was stunned. That's right! If they couldn't compete in the monastery, they could compete outside!
Hence, Fangzheng asked, "System, can we compete outside?"
"Ding! Sure. "
Fangzheng was immediately delighted. Hence, he nodded, "Forget it. Since everyone has said so much, This Penniless Monk can only agree. However, This Penniless Monk's calligraphy is ordinary. It can't be considered elegant. If This Penniless Monk loses or his calligraphy is too ugly, please do not mock him. "
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