The person who came was two middle-aged monks, one with sparse eyebrows and tall figure. She was wearing a washed white cassock. The brows showed a light and elegant look. The pair of turbid eyes seemed to be unable to get interested in anything and were drowsy.

The other one is just the opposite, with thick eyebrows and short fat faces, and smiles from time to time, and they look more like a businessman and a profiteer.

One of these two monks is called Kongding, the other is called Kongjing, the other is a tea-making expert, and the other is a pastry chef. He is indifferent in character, and his only interest is that one loves running script and the other loves painting. There are many pilgrims in Lingyin Temple, and many of them are famous for these two monks. Drinking Kongjing's tea and tasting Kongding's pastries is also a thing that is enough to show off.

Kong Jing and Kong Ding love to write running scripts and paint, so they framed their works in this tea room. The pilgrims passing by came to appreciate them, and naturally they praised them. Therefore, the two monks were still very conceited in calligraphy and painting. Now they met Chen Ao, who was like a stubborn man, and they were dissatisfied. They came over from the kitchen to ask for advice.

Seeing that Chen Ao was young and Kong Ding, Kong Jing felt even more uncomfortable. They also thought that they had met a master, but who knew that he was a yellow-haired boy, and he felt even more dissatisfied.

Chen Ao now knew that monks could beat people and martial arts, so he was not so arrogant. He stood up and bowed slightly to the two Zen masters with a smile: "It is my interest in running script and painting, I only know one or two."

Kong Jing was not good at speaking, so he just put his hands together and returned the courtesy, but Kong Ding was aggressive: "Great, the little donor criticized our clumsy works to nothing. My brothers and brothers have been immersed in calligraphy and painting for some time, so I came to ask the donor for advice."

The provocation is very strong. It seems that these two monks are not very high in their practice. The "three poisons" in Buddhism account for two, one is ignorance and the other is anger. What Chen Ao is most afraid of is that the bald man who does not practice deeply, will fight martially when he gets angry. However, since he comes to the door, Chen Ao has no reason to give in and laughs: "Okay, let's compare."

Kong Ding said: "How to compete?"

Chen Ao smiled and said, "If you want to compare, you will naturally have a winning start. If I win, it should be no problem for the two Zen masters to help me do something."

Kong Jing, who had been silent, said: "No, no, gambling is caused by greed, which is one of the three poisons. We only compete to paint and do not involve gambling."

"It seems that this Kong Jing is still more honest, and I still remember the precepts." Chen Ao thought to himself, and shook his head regretfully: "Since that's the case, then it's no match."

Kong Ding couldn't calm down and said to Kong Jing: "Senior Brother, we are not greedy for his money, and betting with him is not considered greedy."

Kong Jing still refused to agree. He closed his eyes and recited the scriptures lowly, so as to drive away the evil obstacles in his heart.

Chen Ao smiled and said, "It's better to do this. If I lose, I will become a monk and become a monk with you. Is this good? This is not greed."

"It's amazing!" Kong Ding was overjoyed and said in Chen Ao's words: "If this donor can be persuaded by us to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and fight for the journey, what's wrong with just a bet? This is an infinite merit."

Kong Jing was finally moved and nodded silently, so he taught people to find the four treasures of the study. At this time, a pilgrimage happened to come in. I heard that someone wanted to compare calligraphy and painting with monks, and they were all excited and surrounded them to come and see them.

Kong Ding and Kong Jing each took their own pens and quickly got into the state. They practiced calligraphy and painting skills for years, were familiar with the road, and had a lot of experience in the layout. When they clicked ink, they attracted many pilgrims to applause.

Chen Ao was not slow, and there were not many people around him watching, only Zhou Ruo and Xianger. Zhou Ruo was the first time he saw him painting, and his anger disappeared, but he was wandering in his heart. He didn't know who would win better. The monk won, and she felt uncomfortable, but Chen Ao won. He remembered that Chen Ao teased her just now, which made her unwilling to accept her. Her mood was very complicated.

Xiang'er's thoughts are much simpler. She read Chen Ao's writing with great enthusiasm and was very confident in Chen Ao. While grinding for him, she encouraged Chen Ao.

The shaman named Shi Xiaohu was very enthusiastic. While looking at Chen Ao curiously, he went to Kongjing again and Kongding. He didn't understand calligraphy and painting, and saw it just a fun. When he heard the pilgrims say that Master, Master's uncle wrote good calligraphy and painting, he laughed. He squeezed to Chen Ao to see. When he met Zhou Ruo, Zhou Ruo was unhappy. Miss Zhou remembered the little shaman rolling her sleeves very well and her eyebrows were furrowed.

Chen Ao closed his eyes and meditated for a while. As soon as the light of inspiration appeared, he went to look for the pen to paint. He no longer cared about the things around him. His clear eyes turned with the tip of the pen, and it was easy to draw.

When Chen Ao was most serious, he was painting. His narrow eyes were focused, sometimes his thick eyebrows were furrowed, sometimes he stretched, and sometimes he opened his face. Zhou Ruo secretly looked at Chen Ao on the side, and there was no laughter on his handsome face, but instead he was calm and determined. The concentration and confidence added a heart-wrenching charm.

"This guy has some serious moments. This way it's not annoying. It would be great if he always looked serious." Zhou Ruo thought with complicated thoughts, and his clear eyes fell on Shen Ao's sharpened jaw. Zhou Ruo had to admit that this guy really had a good face.

Zhou Ruo went to see the painting again. Chen Ao's pen, a big-headed monk lying high on the ground, gradually took shape. The monk held his head with one hand and smiled on his face. This smile seemed to be mocking the world. However... this painting seemed to lack some spiritual energy. How to say it? Although the brushes are exquisite and every curve is outlined perfectly, the person in the painting seems to be missing something.

"Didn't Chen Ao's paintings be very good? This painting is probably only a second-rate level." Zhou Ruo curled his lips, feeling a little worried about Chen Ao, then his cheeks turned red, and he thought, "What am I worried about for him? It's better to lose this bad thing. Teach him to gain a memory and don't offend others for nothing."

Chen Ao sighed and straightened his waist, but his eyebrows became thicker. After looking at the painting, he began to meditate again. Then the brush slightly stretched towards the painting, with a very solemn expression, as if he was doing something very difficult.

His brush gently tapped the monk's eye socket, then he stopped and let out a sigh of relief. A few drops of cold sweat oozed between his ears and murmured: "It's finally done."

Zhou Ruo went to look at the painting again and suddenly found that the painting became unique. The image of the monk suddenly became richer, especially the eyes, looking into the distance, and there was a huge amount of wisdom hidden in the depth. Just by this gentle click, a monk with a fat body, a big belly exposed and a smile always appeared in the painting lifelike. Although the monk was lying high, he seemed to be meditating again, and seemed to have comprehended some kind of Zen. His sudden enlightenment made people feel countless reverie.

"Good painting." Zhou Ruo couldn't help but applaud.

Chen Ao painted the painting and started running script at the signature. He danced with his pen and snakes. The lines of poems came out lightly and were quickly completed.

At this time, Kong Ding and Kong Jing's calligraphy and painting were completed. After putting down his pen, he was eager to try and compete with Chen Ao.

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Chapter completed!