When Dog Song saw this, a strange smile flashed in his eyes. He said with a chuckle, "I'll give all of you a feast in a while! You dare find trouble with Fangzheng? Hmph! "
An hour later, Ouyang Huazai's family, Jiang Songyun, and the rest of Black Mountain City's Calligraphy Association finally climbed up Mt. One Finger. Although it had snowed previously, the path ahead of them had been cleared.
Even so, these pampered people were exhausted. When they arrived in front of the temple, they were panting.
Jiang Songyun said with a wry smile, "We finally see the temple. Let's go in and get some rest. I'm so tired."
When he looked up, he saw a large group of people sitting by the door. There were even people who had lit a fire and were warming themselves.
"Dad, why are there so many beggars? Why aren't these beggars finding warmth at the foot of the mountain? Why are they standing guard at the temple's entrance? " Ouyang Fenghua's voice was not loud, but it was not soft either. Pancake Face and company heard it and immediately their faces turned red. They were too embarrassed to speak.
As for Fatty, he said with a roar of laughter, "Lass, they are not beggars. They are all famous calligraphers from Songwu County! They came up the mountain and had a burst of inspiration. They took off their pants to write. That was a great feeling. "
Ouyang Fenghua looked suspiciously at these people before looking at the well-dressed and imposing Ouyang Huazai. She shook her head and said, "Isn't this too far off?"
However, she did not know that when these people first came, which one of them was not well-dressed? A few of them did not seem to be inferior to Ouyang Huazai in terms of bearing. After all, people who practiced calligraphy would naturally form their bearing under the influence of brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. However, no matter who it was, after being chased by a wolf, they would lose their bearing in such a wretched manner.
Clothes make the man, so without good clothes, they would be a mess. Coupled with having their spirits taken away, they would feel ashamed of their inferiority, making them look like beggars.
However, there were people who were not taken care of by Lone Wolf. For example, Old Master Sun Guanying. He had always abided by the temple's rules. When Fangzheng asked everyone to be quiet, he and his disciples did not speak loudly. He had even led his disciples out of the temple ahead of Fangzheng's departure to prevent them from being chased by the wolf.
Ouyang Fenghua recognized Sun Guanying at a glance. She went forward and said, "Old Sun, what … happened? Why does it look like you just fought? "
"Sigh, it's a long story." Sun Guanying smiled bitterly. He was too embarrassed to talk about it. It was embarrassing!
Pancake Face also changed the topic, "Brother Ouyang, you're finally here. He had to quickly teach that young monk a lesson. This monk was simply … simply too despicable! When we visited the temple, he let his dog bite us. Not only that, he didn't allow us to compete in the temple. If we want to compete, we have to do it outside the temple! Don't you think so? "
"Joanne Ren, is what you said true? This monk didn't treat you with respect and even released his dog to bite you? Elder Sun, is what you said true? "Ouyang Fenghua asked continuously, her eyes burning with anger! When he was at the foot of the mountain, he was scammed by the villagers. When his friends went up the mountain, they were scammed by the monk! He only felt a bellyful of anger, burning with anger!
When Ouyang Fenghua heard this, she covered her mouth. Her face was filled with shock. Then, she found it funny. Although she didn't think that the little monk could defeat her father, she began to be curious about this strange monk.
Cui Jin was puzzled as well. This monk was too uncultured!
"What do you mean by true!? Aren't you going to talk about what you did? You ran into someone's temple to cause a ruckus and recited some nonsensical poem. Releasing his dog is considered a light punishment. If it were up to me, I'd give each of you a slap! "the fatty shouted.
Ouyang Huazai turned around and happened to see Wu Changxi, who was sitting beside Fatty.
Ouyang Huazai ignored Fatty. He did not want to bother with a person who had the air of a ruffian, lest he invite trouble. Ouyang Huazai said, "Wu Changxi, you were the one who invited us to compete. Why? Are you afraid and don't dare to compete? Are you trying to make me back off by creating so many problems? "
Wu Changxi had long heard of Ouyang Huazai's misfortune. He shrugged and said, "Ouyang Huazai, don't you slander me. I was the one who arranged the competition. Master didn't know about it either. It's already good that he didn't reject it. As for what happened to you, I can only say that one's character determines one's fate. "
"I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Are we competing or not?" Ouyang Huazai indeed did not wish to continue arguing with Wu Changxi. The cold winds on the mountain were biting through the pants of many members of the Calligraphy Association. If not for the fire, they would have been frozen to death. All of them were shivering in the cold wind, looking like they were beggars asking for food. How embarrassing.
Wu Changxi said, "Master has agreed to the competition, but it can't be held in the temple. I'll borrow two tables from Master. If you want to compete, let's do it outside. "
"How can that do? In this darn cold weather, my hands are almost frozen. It's difficult to even hold a brush. How am I to write? "Ouyang Fenghua exclaimed.
Wu Changxi said, "Then let's warm ourselves by the fire."
With that said, Wu Changxi pushed open the temple's door and went to look for Fangzheng.
"Chairs? Tables? "Fangzheng looked at Wu Changxi in surprise.
Wu Changxi said, "That's right. It's a calligraphy competition. That's a must, right?"
"No …" Fangzheng shook his head like a rattle drum. What a joke. He often used rocks as a stool. How could he have chairs and tables for others?
Wu Changxi refused to believe it, so Fangzheng got him to find one himself. Wu Changxi circled the temple, but other than the offering tables in the temple hall, there was not a single decent table. He immediately felt miserable.
"Master, is there no other way?" asked Wu Changxi.
Fangzheng shook his head and said, "No. As you can see, my temple is very poor. Ignoring tables and chairs, I don't even have brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones."
Wu Changxi said, "I've prepared brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones for Master. However, there are no tables. That will be troublesome."
As they spoke, there was a commotion from outside.
Fangzheng and Wu Changxi went out to take a look. They saw Village Chief Wang Yougui, Secretary Tan Juguo, and Accountant Yang Ping. They had even brought a group of villagers to watch the commotion. And among the villagers, Dog Song, Yang Hua, and company were carrying tables over.
The moment they met, Wang Yougui first greeted Ouyang Huazai, Jiang Songyun, and company. These people were scholars from the city, so it was quite a surprise for them to come to such a remote village. He thought that if these scholars could help promote One Finger Temple and One Finger Village, their village might be able to use it to develop.
Although Ouyang Huazai and Jiang Songyun were arrogant and were from the city, they did not appear too cold towards Wang Yougui and company. They greeted each other in a rather harmonious manner.
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