"Mr. Yang, this is the Buddhist scripture you want today..."

A handsome young monk knocked on Su Yi's door with a simple Buddhist scripture.

"I'm thankful for my master."

Su Yi put down his hand that was writing quickly, rubbed his slightly sore wrist, turned around and smiled and said to the little monk.

"Mr. Yang is polite. This is what the little monk should do..." The little monk walked in with the Buddhist scriptures, put the Buddhist scriptures to Su Yi's hand, and glanced at her eyes unconsciously, and her whole little face suddenly twisted, as if she had eaten coptis chinensis and drank vinegar in her mouth.

Amitabha Buddha, I heard that this lay Buddhist Yang was a filial man. In order to make his mother happy to celebrate his birthday, he actually traveled thousands of miles to Shaolin Temple. He first paid thousands of taels of silver incense, and then invested in renovating hundreds of Buddha statues in Shaolin. I am afraid that the cost would be thousands more. And what he asked for was just copying a few Buddhist scriptures...

Now, this Mr. Yang has been to Shaolin Temple for nearly ten days. He is indeed devoted to copying books in a closed door. In addition to daily convenience, he also eats. He has never left the room for half a step. He is really a person with great perseverance!

only……

The little monk looked at the filial son in front of him in confusion, looking confused...

This lay Buddhist Yang looked at a handsome and handsome man, and his speech was polite. He looked like a talented man with poetry and books. With great perseverance, why... Why did he write so ugly?

The little monk couldn't help but glance at him again and compared him... Amitabha, even the little monk, wrote more beautiful words than him. Oh, there is another typo here!

Do you want to tell him? If he told him, would he be angry and thug at me? The little monk was in trouble.

Seeing that the young monk did not leave after delivering the Buddhist scriptures, his eyes were frequently on the words he copied, Su Yi couldn't help but blush slightly.

My family knows my own affairs. As a modern person who has long used a fountain pen ballpoint pen, the pen rod in his hand has suddenly been replaced with a brush. The span is too large. It is like letting the chess champion draw and the running champion swim. It is not professional! It is not easy for us to write it out now.

I remember that when I first started copying, I didn’t know how to use a brush at all, so I could only rely on my outstanding wrist power after practicing internal skills to imitate one stroke at a time. The hard work at that time was really not worthy of being told by outsiders! Compared to that time, I have made too much progress now, at least I have a shape now, right? Is it possible to see people?

Now that I have been to Shaolin Temple for several days. In order not to attract attention, Su Yi has copied several scriptures including the Diamond Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Boruoparamita Heart Sutra and other scriptures in the past few days, and the day is absolutely over ten thousand...

He kept gestured with his brush for several days, and now he had the illusion of his fingers twitching.

You can't copy it anymore, otherwise your fingers will turn into chicken feet. I'm afraid you can't even hold the sword anymore. That's really a bad thing...

After thinking about it carefully, the time should be almost ripe. Su Yi pretended to be kind and smiled at the little monk. He asked with a smile: "My little master, I want to ask for advice on something below. I wonder if there is a Lankavatara Sutra in your temple?"

"Lankavatara Sutra?" The little monk thought for a while, and replied with a little pride in Su Yi's nervous and expectant eyes: "The Buddhist scriptures included in our Shaolin Temple are the most complete in the world. We naturally have such a famous scripture as the Lankavatara Sutra, and it was written by Bodhidharma. There is only one in the world!"

"Oh oh oh, that's the best..." Su Yi said excitedly and shivered. He asked nervously: "I wonder if I can ask the little master to help me pick up this sutra tomorrow? If there is a Lankavatara Sutra in the copied sutra, my mother will definitely be happy and crazy."

Not only my mother, but even I will be so crazy! I will thank you for your eight generations of ancestors!!!

Su Yi stared at the little monk tightly, his heart beating rapidly, as if he was about to pop out of his chest at any time. If the little monk said something no, Su Yi would immediately stop his heart and fall to the scene.

"Of course there is no problem!" The little monk did not disappoint Su Yi. In his excited eyes, he slapped his chest and sweared: "Tomorrow, the little monk will bring the Lankavatara Sutra to the lay Buddhist, but..."

As he spoke, he hesitated a little again, as if he was confused about something.

"Just what?" Su Yi asked nervously: "But is there any inconvenience?"

"It's not inconvenient..." The little monk hesitated to look at the Buddhist scriptures he had just sent, looked at the Buddhist scriptures that Su Yi had copied half, and hesitated: "Mr. Yang still has a half of the Buddhist scriptures here. Even if the monk sends the Lankavatara Sutra tomorrow, I'm afraid it won't be used for the time being. Why don't you copy this one first?"

"Ah? Have to wait a little longer?" Su Yi was anxious. I came for it. I finally agreed to give it to me. Why did you wait?

Hey, my temper was so angry. Su Yi said loudly: "It's just a Buddhist scripture. I'll copy it all tonight. Master, don't waste time any more. If you miss your mother's birthday, wouldn't you be able to do it all in the next few days?"

"What the layman said is reasonable. If Mr. Yang can copy all these Buddhist scriptures, then the young monk will bring you the Lankavatara Sutra tomorrow, and it will never delay Ling's mother's birthday."

"Since that's the case, I'll work hard for the little master..." Su Yi patted the little monk's head with relief to show his closeness.

"Not hard work... Thanks to Mr. Yang, the food in our Shaolin Temple these days is much better than before! The monk was very happy to be able to help Donor Yang do some small things!"

The little monk was indeed simple, but because the food was better, he was grateful to Su Yi.

"Just say this to you, after staying down and leaving Shaolin Temple, the incense money will be added 500 taels!" Su Yi was very generous, and he would get the "Nine Yang True Sutra" tomorrow. He was happy, and with a wave of his sleeve, he threw out another 500 taels.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang!" The little monk smiled happily.

"As long as the little master can send the Lankavatara Sutra on time tomorrow, it will be the best reward for me."

"I will never disappoint Mr. Yang. Okay, Mr. Yang, you should concentrate on copying scriptures, otherwise you may not have time to sleep tonight... The little monk will leave." The little monk obediently reminded Su Yi, and then left the room for Su Yi, so that he could copy books alone so quietly.

"Ah~~~" Su Yi's enthusiasm just now disappeared. He looked at the Buddhist scriptures that he had not copied and the new Buddhist scriptures he had just sent today with a sad face. He looked painful. Oh... I can't do it all, but I'd better work overtime honestly and copy it.

"Nine Yang True Sutra"! How many sins have I suffered for you!
Chapter completed!