Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 265 Are You Going To Tire Me To Death?
Yang Zhengdong opened this invitation letter, and saw that it was actually sent by the great monk Shi Xingyong of Shaolin Temple, inviting him to participate in the martial arts conference.

Immediately, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, and looked at Mr. Qian and asked in a daze.

"What else could it be? Just because you are the author of "Tian Long Ba Bu". Once this banner is pulled, the martial arts conference will be completed. No one will entrust the National Ancestral Association to personally send you the invitation letter." Already!"

Old Master Qian sipped his tea and said it as a matter of course.

"But I'm just a martial arts novel, and I just borrowed the name of their Shaolin Temple. What's wrong with it!"

Yang Zhengdong smiled and put the invitation letter on the table and sipped tea.

"What's wrong with novels, novels can completely affect the real society. Monk Shi Xing Yongda valued that your novel will definitely become popular, and he was also anxious to revive their Shaolin Temple, so he planned to recruit you as the author. Now these places in China The development is not very good. I went to the Shaolin Temple a few years ago, and even the mountain gate collapsed halfway. Inside, it can be said that the ruins and the grass are taller than people. Those monks are all yellow and emaciated, and their clothes are patched. This time you "Dragon Ba Bu" made those monks see hope, and it would be strange if they were not dead and picked up!"

Mr. Qian put down the tea and lit the table, sighing.

"But if the monk recites the scriptures well, it's over. Why don't you hold a martial arts conference if you have nothing to do? Isn't this putting the cost before the end?"

Yang Zhengdong still doesn't quite understand it. Regardless of his past and present lives, he is a staunch atheist. When he encounters this kind of temple or Taoist temple, he can go in for the purpose of sightseeing at most. Other in-depth contact is impossible.

It's not that he has any prejudice against these places, it's just that there are different ways and no conspiracy.

What happens when a teacher often visits temples?
But for Shaolin Temple, because of his previous life, he really didn't have any resistance.

"The Shaolin Temple is also a rare ancient temple with a thousand years of history in China. Since the establishment of the temple in the Northern Wei Dynasty and the settlement of the Indian monk Bhatuo, the Shaolin Temple has been established in the Central Plains. Then during the Northern Wei Dynasty Emperor Xiaoming, Bodhidharma crossed the river with a reed, and the Shaolin Temple became the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. It became famous all over the world. However, the rise of Shaolin Temple was in the period of fighting for hegemony at the end of the Sui Dynasty. Thirteen stick monks rescued the king of Tang Dynasty, and was named [No.1 Temple in the World] by Li Shimin. Since the temple was built, Shaolin monks have been most famous for their martial arts. Until the end of the Ming Dynasty and modern anti-Japanese war, there were many heroes in Shaolin Temple. Isn’t it for this purpose that you included Shaolin Temple in your novel? Of course, Shaolin Temple’s Buddhist cultivation is also very high. After all, there are [Zen ancestor The name of the court is here. This time the martial arts conference is called the martial arts conference, but it is more like the National Association of Sects. Shi Xingyong intends to use this method to make the Shaolin Temple repeat its glory. It is not easy for others. Just light it up!"

Qian Shu understood it better and explained it to Yang Zhengdong.

"Oh, let them go, I'm not interested anyway!"

Yang Zhengdong said with little interest.

"It's up to you. If you have time, I think you can go there. Then the great monk has said that he will hire you as the honorary abbot of Shaolin Temple. Maybe this title can be used!"

Mr. Qian joked with a smile.

"Forget it. I'm born with impure roots, and I plan to marry a wife and have children. I don't like being a group of honorary abbots with bald heads. Let them play on their own in this martial arts conference."

When Yang Zhengdong heard about this honorary abbot, his whole body trembled, goosebumps were about to rise, and he waved his hands quickly and said.

"You kid is just too lazy, but I also know that you will definitely not go back. I have already declined for you from the monk Yuanhui of the Zongxie. But the old monk Yuanhui gave me this thing. You can see if you can write a novel." Use it when you need it, and it can be regarded as a face for the old monk Yuan Hui, although the people in the Zongxie don't have much contact with each other, but it can be regarded as a good relationship."

Mr. Qian handed over a few more pieces of paper and said.

"What is this? Puxian Temple in Mount Emei in central Sichuan, Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain in Jinzhou, Putuo Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, Xuankong Temple in Hengshan Mountain in Jinzhou, Zhenwu Temple in EZ Wudang Mountain, and Tianlong Temple in Dali in southern Xinjiang. What is it all about?"

Looking at the names and profiles of dozens of temples and temples on the paper, Yang Zhengdong asked in a daze.

"Old monk Yuanhui gave it to you. When you write novels, you should take care of them. Those whose names are pleasing to the eye will be included in it. It can be regarded as helping them to publicize."

Qian Shu said it as a matter of course.

"Can I still do this?"

"Look for yourself, use it if it's useful, and I owe you a favor!"

"Okay, I'll try my best."

"Just try your best!"

After Yang Zhengdong chatted with Mr. Qian for a while, Mr. Qian went to copy the unfinished 【Shooting the Condor】.

Yang Zhengdong felt psychologically unbalanced, so he asked him to write a picture and keep it.

Mr. Qian agreed.

But when he saw the paper Yang Zhengdong handed over, his nose almost crooked with anger.

"I said brat, are you trying to exhaust me to death?"

Mr. Qian couldn't help shouting as he read the full article.

"How can it be? I really like this poem. Anyway, you write in cursive script. There are not many strokes in the whole character. Just use it as a handwriting practice!"

Yang Zhengdong's eyebrows were beaming and he had a narrow smile.Said.

"Then this is too long, why haven't I seen this poem?"

Qian Shu was about to refuse, but after glancing at the content, she couldn't bear to let it go.

"There are tens of thousands of poems in this world, but you can't know any of them, right?"

"What you said is true. It is impossible for me to know every capital. This poem must have been written by you. I almost forgot that you gave five poems in "Tian Long Ba Bu". But... so majestic You kid, can you write it? You go to grind and lay paper, I will write this poem and take it back to study!"

Mr. Qian was fascinated by the words.

Yang Zhengdong slapped his forehead and shouted in his heart that he had made a mistake. He even forgot that the old man is a fan of poetry.

But he had already taken it out, so he couldn't go back, so he could only spread paper on the table and grind ink. When Mr. Qian saw the clumsy Yang Zhengdong, he drove him aside angrily, and began to fold the paper by himself.

After all the preparations were completed, Mr. Qian chose a pen and began to write. Yang Zhengdong leaned over and watched with bated breath. The old man's handwriting was really good, and he could recognize few of the flamboyant ones.

But it doesn't matter, he is just vassal, it doesn't matter if he knows him or not.

It would be nice to know that the old man wrote about spring, when the time comes to frame it and hang it up, it will be an object, right?

Also add some style to his "Prince's Mansion".

The old man wrote very seriously. It took about 100 minutes to write the [-]-odd characters.

When the money was finally dropped, the old man let out a heavy breath, put down the pen, rubbed his wrist and nodded in satisfaction.

"Good! Well written!"

Yang Zhengdong hurriedly applauded and praised.

The main reason is to give the old man a consolation prize for his hard work. As for whether the writing is good or not, he doesn't know.

Soft pen calligraphy is completely different from hard pen calligraphy, especially in cursive script.

"Isn't it a ghost painting talisman?"

Mr. Qian glared angrily and asked.

"Hey, what you always write must not be ghost-drawing symbols. I am a ignorant person who does not know cursive script. The calligraphy you wrote is flamboyant and full of everyone's temperament. It is a rare calligraphy. I will frame it properly and keep it when the time comes. Make it a family heirloom!"

Yang Zhengdong immediately followed the rainbow fart.

"Anything can come out of your mouth, kid. I'm quite satisfied with this writing. If you like it, you can keep it. But I'll take your poem away. I'll show it to those old things later. Take a look and let them learn a lot.”

After Mr. Qian finished speaking, he took the piece of paper and left.

"This old man really wants to leave!"

Yang Zhengdong didn't wait to send him off, the old man left directly, and when he chased him out, they had already reached the gate, so he could only shake his head and come back.

This shows that people did not treat him as an outsider, so he will not send him away.

Yang Zhengdong returned to his room in the backyard, turned on the computer and started writing the novel.

He didn't know how long he had been writing, but he looked outside and it was already dark, and he had almost finished writing Shooting Condors. He believed that he would be able to finish writing tomorrow, so he stood up, stretched his waist and walked out.

At this time, everyone had already returned, and Sun Yuanyuan was cooking in the kitchen with Teacher Qian, looking pretty good.

These two days have really frightened him. If he gets depressed after playing in the capital for a few days, he will be in trouble.

Yang Gaizhi and the girls were talking with Teacher Fang, and Uncle Yang was playing chess with Mr. Gao, while Little William was yelling and directing. I don't know if he understands chess, but this scene is really very interesting. good.

"Are you done?"

Yang Gaizhi saw him coming out and asked.

"What's so busy about it? I just have nothing to do to write something. I didn't check the time and wrote until it was dark!"

Yang Zhengdong replied with a smile.

"If you're young, you have to pay attention to your body. You can't stare at the computer every day. It will damage your eyes!"

Yang Gaizhi began to chatter along the Huatou.

"Don't worry, I'm sensible. Where's my cousin?"

Yang Zhengdong didn't see Julia here, so he couldn't help asking.

"I know, my sister and Ma Qingyuan are on a date!"

Little William ran over and said loudly.

"Oh, that's right, Auntie, you met Ma Qingyuan yesterday, do you think it's all right?"

Yang Zhengdong laughed. He didn't expect that he just met his parents yesterday, and he couldn't wait to go on a date today. This eldest cousin can really keep up with [Xinghua Speed].

"The two of them have discussed it. What can I say? The young man is not bad, and his family conditions and personal conditions are not bad. Since they are willing to each other, let's talk about it after a period of time!"

Yang Gaizhi said indifferently, as if this was not their girl.

"Cousin, I have something for you!"

"You also have something for Zhengdong? That's a coincidence, I happen to have something for him too!"

Yang Gaizhi looked at Little William and said in surprise.

"Huh? We also have something to give him, what a coincidence?"

"Teacher, my sister and I also have something for you!"

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(End of this chapter)