The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Panda Novel

Wang Daochun snorted and said, “No matter how bad one’s character is, they are still better than a traitor. You’re not welcome here!”

Huang Yu’s face darkened when he heard that. He snorted and said, “Wang Daochun, don’t accuse me. I’m not a traitor! To be precise, I’m an internationalist. I don’t have national borders in my heart, and calligraphy shouldn’t either. It’s just that your horizons are too narrow; not that my horizons are too broad. In my heart, I’m a perfect internationalist. I don’t belong to China nor do I like China. I just happen to be born in China.”

“Eurgh…” A wave of dry retching suddenly sounded, interrupting Huang Yu.

Huang Yu frowned and looked over. A young monk was holding the table and retching.

The old monk whispered, “My dear disciple, what’s wrong? Haven’t you always been in good health? I’ve never seen you vomit.”

The young monk waved his hand and said, “Master, I’m afraid I can’t take it anymore. This is the first time I’ve met such a shameless person. I’m so disgusted that I can’t take it anymore.”

“Learn from me. When you see something disgusting, think of something beautiful,” said the old monk.

The young monk said, “No, the difference is still too big when thinking of something beautiful. It makes it easier to vomit.”

The old monk said, “Try thinking of dog shit.”

“Eh… Dog shit is indeed effective. It’s only slightly better than the previous one. The difference isn’t too big.” The young monk stopped vomiting.

Huang Yu’s face turned as black as a coal as he said angrily, “Wang Daochun, how can you welcome such uncultured people? Have all of you already fallen to such a state?”

Wang Daochun shook his head and said, “I’ll welcome anyone who isn’t a traitor. You can leave now.”

“You!” Huang Yu’s face was filled with anger. After holding it in for a long time, she said, “You… Very good. It’s said that Wang Daochun’s calligraphy is unique, like a river. I would like to experience it today.”

Wang Daochun shook his head and said, “I’m not interested. I don’t engage in exchanges with traitors.”

“This isn’t an exchange. This is a challenge! I want to use my actions to tell you that your so-called calligraphy is nothing!” Huang Yu said proudly.

At that moment, a woman exclaimed, “Venerable One, what are you doing? This is Master’s brush. You can’t use it… Eh… Stop!”

Upon hearing the exclamation, Huang Yu and Wang Daochun subconsciously looked over. They didn’t know when the monk had picked up Wang Daochun’s brush. Ignoring the female assistant’s obstruction, he flicked his sleeve and placed the brush down!

Wang Daochun frowned. Many calligraphers had some habits. For example, they treasured their brushes like their lives, or they treasured certain things and did not like others touching them. Wang Daochun’s pen was off limits…

Huang Yu laughed out loud when he saw that. “A stinky beggar like him wants to produce a dance of ink? Has China fallen to such a state?”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the monk fling his arm. In the next moment, the brush seemed to come to life. The brush was like a dragon and the paper was like the sea. When the dragon returned to the sea, it was a magnificent scene. A large word appeared on the paper, stunning everyone!

The most amazing thing was that Fangzheng’s hands were like flying dragons, but his body was as stable as an ancient bell or an old Buddha!

At that instant, everyone felt as though the person who wrote the book was not a person but a Buddha! This Buddha was not writing, but drawing a dragon…

In just a few seconds, two lines of words appeared on the paper. It was—the green hill is fortunate to be the burial ground of a loyal general, the white iron was innocent to be cast into the statues of traitors!

Two sentences. Each stroke was like a sharp knife. With just one glance, Huang Yu’s face turned red… He wanted to say something, but what could he say? He mocked him for being skilled in calligraphy, but the words he wrote were like the trajectory of a divine dragon. The domineering aura in those words made him lose the courage to say something against his conscience and malign the words.

Not to mention, there were so many of his peers here. Who couldn’t tell that the words were good? If he were to say a single word now, it would be a slap to his face.

But if he didn’t say a word?

These words were like knives slashing at his body, each word striking at his heart!

“Nice!” It was unknown who was the first to shout out. Following that, there was a thunderous round of applause. The entire venue was filled with cheers, one after another!

Wang Daochun was originally unhappy, but when he saw the words, he was so excited that he couldn’t say anything. After a while, he said, “Good… Good…”

At that moment, the young monk came in front of Huang Yu with a brush. He said with a smile, “Don’t you want to write? Write, we’re watching.”

Huang Yu’s face darkened when he heard that.

The others laughed. There were many peers here. Everyone knew what Huang Yu could manage. He had some unique skill, but if a person’s heart was nasty, so was his calligraphy. One’s calligraphy was a reflection of the person, and a person who was a traitor couldn’t have calligraphy that was in any way good. However, it had to be said that Huang Yu’s calligraphy was indeed very good. He surpassed many of the people present.

However, in front of the old monk, everyone knew very well that Huang Yu’s words were worthless!

Was he trying to teach one’s grandmother how to suck eggs? Was he tempting fate or was he not afraid of being embarrassed?

Not to mention Huang Yu, no one present dared to compare with him!

Huang Yu did not dare either. It would be embarrassing if he did not accept the brush at this moment. If he accepted the brush and wrote, it would be even more embarrassing!

For the first time, Huang Yu sadly realized that in his lifetime, there would come a day when he did not even have the courage to hold a brush!

Finally, Huang Yu stomped his feet and snorted. “I’m not in a good state today. So what if I don’t write!”

With that said, Huang Yu, together with his group, left with his tail between his legs…

“Haha…” Everyone laughed out loud. Huang Yu walked even faster and eventually ran. He knew that after today, he would be a joke in the circle. If a calligrapher who thought of himself as a calligrapher didn’t dare to pick up a brush, how could he have the face to say that he was a calligrapher?

“Thank you for helping me out, Master.” Wang Daochun snapped out of his daze and hurriedly bowed at Fangzheng. He was extremely respectful, as if he were a student facing his teacher.

However, none of the people present thought that Wang Daochun had gone overboard. Instead, they felt that it was only right.

Fangzheng’s words had instantly won over everyone present.

Fangzheng hurriedly dodged and did not dare accept the bow. His calligraphy skills were given by the System, but for real calligraphers like Wang Daochun, they attained it through day-and-night training. They had honed their craft for decades!

If there was anyone who could carry the flag of Chinese calligraphy in the future and spread the culture of calligraphy, Fangzheng was definitely not one of them. He would still rely on these masters who were willing to suffer and put in the hard work.

Fangzheng hurriedly returned the bow. “Patron, you are too polite. This Penniless Monk only wrote a few words.”

Wang Daochun shook his head and said, “Master, you might not know, but that Huang Yu isn’t here to join in the fun. He’s here to stir up trouble. My calligraphy skills have always been on par with Huang Yu’s. If he were to step forward and compete with me today, our exhibition would be a failure when he wins. If he loses, he can also question our referee’s impartiality… After a commotion, our exhibition will end. However, with Master’s help of those few words, he knew better to retreat. This is a great favor for us.”