Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 291, Calligrapher
"Little friend, can you show me this yellow paper?" Hu Sheng looked at Zhao Qiang with a gentle face and asked.

Zhao Qiang was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't refuse, jokingly, Hu Sheng in front of him is a big shot, and the mere paper money still has to satisfy others, so he casually gave Hu Sheng the basket containing the paper money.

"Thank you very much." Hu Sheng thanked, took out the yellow paper money, looked at the words on it, and couldn't help admiring: "Good words, where did you buy these words?"

"Hehe, you great calligrapher will really praise other people's calligraphy? Don't make fun of us, okay?" Village Chief Yang looked at the great calligrapher in front of him in astonishment. He knew the old man in front of him. Personality, the behavior of praising others is definitely based on personal pleasure
Hu Sheng stroked his white beard, glared at Village Chief Yang, and said, "I'll go, what kind of person do you think I am, old man? I will never tell lies. If this word is well written, it is good." , It’s not good, it’s not good, your chess skill is the same, it’s getting better and better, but it’s not as good as mine. Only when you recognize your opponent and win again can you have a sense of joy. If the opponent is a waste, where is the joy? You say Right."

"Yes, yes, you are right." Village Chief Yang was too lazy to argue with his eccentric old friend, and he was still happy. What kind of things did this man's granddaughter teach, but after picking up the yellow paper money, he also Admired: "Not bad, this word is neatly written, but it feels very unprofessional?"

"Well, it's very unprofessional. There are different messy places on each piece of paper money, which seems to be very random. It's not something written in regular calligraphy at all." Hu Sheng's granddaughter looked at the money with a muttering face The handwriting on the yellow paper money was full of dissatisfaction: "This person is a layman at all."

"Xiaobing, you are wrong, you are very wrong. This person is indeed a layman. His calligraphy level is not even one-tenth of your grandfather and I, and he is full of randomness. I am afraid that he is a novice or has only learned a little bit. It was written by the person who wrote it.” Hu Sheng picked up the yellow paper money with emotion on his face, looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: “It’s just that the so-called calligraphy is not something that can be fixed. It is the body, what is cultivated is the character, self-cultivation and character, on this yellow paper money, the handwriting is different, but it can be seen that it was written by a person, which is what we often say, "there is a spirit but no form", this is the real calligraphy, Rather than some formless stuff."

Hu Xiaobing was dumbfounded and puffed up his mouth. He had to admit that it was indeed written by a single person.
A layman writes divine but invisible characters, which may not look aesthetically pleasing, but have an indescribable charm.

"It's just that his god doesn't fit the words here, [Taishang's pardon, super lonely soul], these eight characters are clearly used to supersede dead souls, does this chic charm really fit? It seems a bit It's not appropriate." Hu Xiaobing couldn't help but said, this is about saving the souls of the dead, and it's not about writing about a getaway.

Hu Sheng was a little thirsty, and after taking a sip of tea, he said with a smile: "Life is as joyful as death is, it's better to face it gracefully, whether it's the same for the relatives or the parties involved. It’s quite interesting to look at the posture of transcending the soul of the dead.”

"I agree with this." Village Chief Yang nodded approvingly and said: "Our village was almost destroyed before, and there were almost casualties. Sometimes I think, what are we going to do? Natural disasters and man-made disasters are inevitable. When you deal with it carefully, this natural disaster may come, sometimes it’s better for yourself to live happily.”

Hu Xiaobing looked at both of them saying that, her small mouth puffed up, as if she was a little angry, but she didn't refute anything, after all, both of them are her elders.
"Hahaha, Xiaobing, don't be angry. First of all, you must respect the objective facts. The person who wrote this word must write well or well." Hu Sheng supported his goatee and stood with a cane next to him. When he got up, Hu Xiaobing, who was next to him, hurried up to help him. At this time, Hu Sheng said again: "Who is everyone who wrote down this yellow paper money? We want to meet up."

"As the saying goes, the big hermit hides in the city. I didn't expect everyone to have such calligraphy in this village." Hu Sheng thought that this paper money should be self-produced, and ordinary people who know the goods would not sell this calligraphy as cheap yellow paper money. .

Hu Xiaobing also looked curious. What kind of person is this person who wrote this line? How old is he?Is it male or female? 50 or 70?Or is it 80 years old?
Although Hu Xiaobing is proud, he has to admit that this handwriting is indeed not bad, and the person who can write this kind of handwriting is definitely not young.

At this time, Zhao Qiang scratched his head and hesitated, but he still said: "This is given to us by the master of the Sanqing Temple on Xiangtou Mountain."

"Oh, it means that this paper was written by a Taoist priest on this mountain." Hu Sheng heard it as expected. I am afraid that only a Taoist priest who is out of the world and unrestrained can write such words, and the words on it are still The Taoist mantra of rebirth is in line with the identity.

Hu Sheng stood up, walked towards the door with his cane on, and waved to Village Chief Yang.

"Old friend, old guy, don't you want to sit for a while longer before leaving?" Village Chief Yang looked at Hu Sheng's back, as if he was a little bit reluctant.

"No, I'll just go and look at the calligraphy and leave."

"Can we meet again?" Village Chief Yang asked with a complicated expression.

"Maybe, maybe not." Hu Sheng smiled, and with Hu Xiaobing's support, he walked out of the village chief's office.

The back is very straight, but it reveals endless loneliness.

Looking at the back, Village Chief Yang first put away the chess pieces on the chessboard, looked at them and murmured.

"Arrogant you, you still don't want to treat me as a friend."

"Why does this old man look benevolent and kind, but he always feels superior." Zhao Qiang muttered, looked at Village Chief Yang and said, "It seems like he is supercilious, and he treats you too. Is he really your friend?"

"Oh my friend"

Village Chief Yang shook his head.

"We were indeed friends when we were young, but later on, that is, now, whether we can be called friends is another matter. In other words, it is not wrong to say that we were once friends."

Former friends?
Zhao Qiang was a little stunned. Although this supercilious feeling was a little bad, but the former friends would not get together to play chess and drink tea.

"Do you think it's weird, and I think it's weird too." Village Chief Yang smiled, and then said: "He is a very proud person, a very proud and proud person. He is so arrogant that even the words "friend" I can't bear it."

(End of this chapter)