As graceful as a stunning geese, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

There is also a free and secluded atmosphere between the lines, and you will feel like a paradise when you look at it.

After Mu Zhengyang finished writing, the bamboo pole in his hand exploded.

Monk Yuantong immediately signaled Mingle to get a new brush.

Mu Zhengyang waved his hand to stop him and said, "No, I've finished writing!"

Monk Yuantong wanted Mu Zhengyang to write it directly on the wooden board, and then he found someone to chisel it out in the shape of the characters, saying: "Mr. Mu, your characters are unique and if you copy them from paper, it may be difficult to copy your charm. Can you help write it on the wooden board?"

Mu Zhengyang picked up the paper with the words "Damen Temple" from the wooden board, smiled slightly and said, "It's finished!"

Monk Yuantong, Mingle stared at the wooden board in a daze, and there were three words "Damen Temple" on the wooden board.

"This is..., it penetrates the back of the paper!"

The Adam's apple of the Yuantong monk rolls. When writing calligraphy, the ink will indeed penetrate the back, but generally it will only penetrate the back of the paper and will not leave traces on the bottom plate. These words seem to be written directly on the wooden board.

Mingle has been with Monk Yuantong for more than ten years and has a certain level of calligraphy. He was amazed by the words written by Mu Zhengyang. When he looked at the words written by Mu Zhengyang, his heartbeat increased. He couldn't help but look at Mu Zhengyang a few more times, "There is such a powerful person in the world! No wonder the master came back from the mountains that day and burned the 'running script number one' on the wall!"

Monk Yuantong shook his head and stroking his palm to praise him, and said to Mingle: "Go and bring my wine quickly and drink three glasses of wine!"

Monks quit drinking.

When Monk Yuantong encountered something that made him happy, he had to drink. Mingle was very helpless, but the master drank a low-degree vegetarian wine, so he could only happily get a pot of wine, two wine glasses, and gave Monk Yuantong and Mu Zhengyang a glass.

Monk Yuantong took a sip and frowned, smacked his tongue, and said with a disgusting expression: "I have been drinking this apricot flower brew for decades, but I don't think it is hard to drink it. But since I drank the osmanthus wine "Autumn Wind Comes" made by Mr. Mu in Tiannan Mountain, I feel it is difficult to swallow it again, which makes Mr. Mu laugh!"

Mu Zhengyang was not concerned about Yuantong and Mingle's strength, and he didn't care about the back of the paper. He drank a glass of wine as if he hadn't heard it.

Monk Yuantong’s apricot blossom wine is pretty good, but it is indeed pale in comparison with his “Autumn Wind Comes”.

Mu Zhengyang looked at the wooden board. In fact, he hid a little mystery on the wooden board. Those words were not simply written on it.

Writing the characters on wooden boards and hanging them outside. The words can easily blur when they are windy and rainy. If you want to use them as plaques, you need to further carve them.

Mu Zhengyang thought that since he had already helped Monk Yuantong to mention the words, he simply helped someone to send the Buddha to the West. After drinking two glasses of wine, he said, "Master Yuantong, you have a carving knife here. I still have time now. If you don't mind, I will carve this plaque for you!"

Calligraphy and carving on plaques is also a very important part of calligraphy. In the old society, many people who learned calligraphy relied on carving seals for people to make a living, but now society has no pressure to survive. There are very few people who write well and carve well.

Monk Yuantong's calligraphy is quite famous in Ze'an City, but he doesn't know how to carve. He originally planned to ask Mu Zhengyang to write a few words and then ask friends from neighboring counties to take action. Unexpectedly, Mu Zhengyang was willing to take the initiative to help him. He was overjoyed and said, "Haha, Mr. Mu took action, and I am extremely happy, so why would you mind? Mingle, don't you like to carve some little arhats or something? Go and take your carving knife over!"

Mingle's room was only four rooms away from the Zen room, and it didn't take long to get a palm-sized carving knife.

The engraving knife is bright and sharp, which shows that the owner often uses it.

The wooden boards given by Monk Yuantong are made of cypress trees, with moderate softness and hardness.

Mu Zhengyang's physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people. He easily holds the carving knife, as if it is not carved with wooden boards but tofu.

Monk Yuantong knew that Mu Zhengyang was a master, and his wrist strength was very normal. Moreover, Mu Zhengyang was also a master of calligraphy. He had carving techniques that were light and light, and it was within the normal range that he expected, but the wood chips that were turned out were actually black...

"The wood chips inside the board are stained with ink?" Mingle had no hair, but felt like his scalp was numb.

Monk Yuantong was stunned for a few seconds and looked at Mu Zhengyang with a monster-like look, saying, "Mr. Mu..., I thought it was a simple force to penetrate the back of the paper, but it seemed that I underestimated you! The ink actually penetrated the back of the paper and penetrated deep into the wooden board after it penetrated the back of the paper. This is the legendary three-pointer!"

The story is that the saint Wang Xizhi went to a disciple's house to visit. When the disciple saw the teacher coming, he went to buy wine and vegetables excitedly. Wang Xizhi sat in the living room to rest. He saw that there was a newly made long table in the middle of the living room, which was as smooth as paper. On a whim, he picked up his pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote "Liang Fu Yin" in real writing on the long table. After writing, he saw that there were still many blanks and wrote it in cursive.

The disciple came back from outside and saw the words on the long table, and was overjoyed. The words were written with vigorous writing and unrestrained momentum, and the disciples were full of praise.

Wang Xizhi also felt very satisfied with writing today and smiled from the side.

A few days later, the student went out to do business. His old father saw that the newly made long table was covered with words. He felt very sorry, so he found a wet rag to wipe it. He wiped it over and over again, and the ink color was light, but the handwriting could not be removed.

As soon as the old man became stubborn, he simply used a knife to scrape it. After scraping it for half a day, he cleared the words on several sides.

After the student returned home, the old father said proudly: "I'm exhausted today! I scraped a few sides three points before I cleaned the handwriting on it!"

The student was amused and laughed, but he admired the teacher's extraordinary writing skills even more.

Monk Yuantong has always regarded this as an allusion, but he actually saw the "subtle and deep" thing in real life!

Ming Le was completely surprised and couldn't speak. His eyes, which were narrowed into a slit, were forced to open halfway.

Mu Zhengyang was immersed in the carving, and then carved all three characters, put down the carving knife in his hand, gently patted the wood chips stuck on his hand, and smiled gently at Monk Yuantong and said, "Master Yuantong, your plaque has been carved for you!"

After the three characters on the wooden board are carved, they have a more three-dimensional sense, with a Zen meaning that transcends the world.
Chapter completed!