The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Fangzheng hurriedly shook his head. “I’m not worthy. I don’t like traitors as much as everyone else.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Master is right. In today’s society, we don’t have much prejudice against the Japanese. We just hate the war criminals and right-wing people. We are more peaceful when dealing with ordinary people, but we hate traitors more than the Japanese criminals.”

“It’s sad that there are still people crawling on their knees when a superpower has awakened. It’s best if such people don’t appear in China again…”

Everyone sighed.

Fangzheng nodded when he heard that. Fangzheng had come into contact with many people. In fact, the Chinese were the most tolerant people in the world. Their tradition was never to hate foreigners, but to be warm and welcoming. The Chinese would rather live their lives bitterly just to leave good things for their guests. This was the way China treated their guests.

This deviated from the way Western countries did things. This also created many misunderstandings.

Some people thought of being friendly as a form of flattery, but they never thought that this was just a way of expressing the kindness of the Chinese. They could tolerate everything, including crimes, but the premise was that they had to admit to the crimes.

Just as Fangzheng was pondering, he heard a loud shout from afar. “Good! Good! Really good! Good!”

Fangzheng, Red Boy, Wang Daochun, and company were taken aback as well. Which family’s master was this? He had received so much praise? Could it be that many experts had come today?

Therefore, everyone walked over and saw a man standing in front of a very long table. He had a long beard and was dressed in an ancient costume. He really looked like a master.

However, the items in the master’s hands left everyone speechless. One of them was a bucket and the other was a brush. What was going on?

At that moment, the master dipped a brush in ink and shouted, “Ha!”

Then, he slammed the brush on the paper and flung it!

Whoosh—

He instantly tore open the piece of paper!

A man beside him hurriedly went up to smooth the paper down. He did not forget to shout, “Nice!”

The master did not seem to know, but he seemed to be completely immersed in his own world. He lowered his head and with a solemn expression, he used all his strength to streak to the end of the canvas!

Then, the master dipped the ink again. He turned around and smeared the marks that he had not drawn clearly just now!

“Good! Good! Really good!”

“Nice!”

…

A few men who were watching the commotion kept cheering in the crowd.

As for Fangzheng, he was completely dumbfounded… What was this?

Red Boy scratched his head and looked up at Fangzheng. “Master, what did this fellow write?”

Fangzheng shook his head.

At that moment, a man came over and said proudly, “If you have nothing better to do, you should learn more. China’s calligraphy is profound and esoteric! Look at the calligraphy the master wrote. It’s domineering, like a long wall or a long sword. Such good calligraphy is as though I’ve seen the famous general of ancient times, Hegemon-King of Western Chu!”

Fangzheng wore an embarrassed look when he heard that. However, he had to admit that the long object that the fellow drew resembled “1” the most from every angle. However, since he was young, Fangzheng had never heard of anyone who would add more ink to a spot they had previously written. This fellow had created a precedent.

When Wang Daochun heard this, he said angrily, “What nonsense is this? What calligraphy is written like this? Where did you come from? We didn’t invite you, did we?”

“Who the hell are you? How dare you question the master’s calligraphy?” Someone immediately shouted at Wang Daochun.

Wang Daochun was furious. “I’m Wang Daochun!”

“I don’t care if you’re Wang Daochun or Wang Daoqiu. We were invited by a sponsor. If you want to bask in the master’s calligraphic aura, get in line. If you cause trouble, do you believe that I’ll get security to chase you out?” a man in a white shirt and glasses shouted.

Wang Daochun was furious when he heard that. His face flushed red as he said, “Alright, I’ll go ask CEO Wu what’s going on!”

With that said, Wang Daochun said to Fangzheng, “Master, I’m sorry. Wait a moment, I’ll contact the sponsors and see what’s going on.”

Fangzheng pressed his palms together. “Amitabha. Patron, go ahead.”

Wang Daochun nodded, took his phone, and walked out…

“Tsk. He’s posturing with that crappy calligraphy of his. He’s so useless. What’s the point of pretending?” the bespectacled man said disdainfully.

“That’s right. Master Fan was invited. Who is he?” another person said.

…

As for Wang Daochun’s group, they were clearly real calligraphers. They had never seen such a situation before. Someone said angrily, “To think that he doesn’t know Wang Daochun… Where did these people come from?”

“What does the sponsor want? This isn’t promoting Chinese calligraphy. He’s going to trash Chinese calligraphy!”

“There are so many clowns here. I’m afraid this tour exhibition will just be an exhibition of embarrassment.”

“Thankfully, Huang Yu was sent packing by Master. Otherwise, we would have been disgraced.”

“Let’s wait for Wang Daochun to get to the bottom of the matter. Everyone, calm down.”

…

Fangzheng also understood that for a group of masters and a bunch of riffraff to be stuffed into one place, something was probably going to happen today!

At this moment, another person shouted, “Good! Master’s calligraphy is awesome!”

“Good! Great!”

“Divine!”

…

Fangzheng pricked up his brows and led Red Boy over.

Among the crowd, six women in cheongsams were holding a long Xuan paper and looking ahead with a smile.

A white-robed old man with a white beard and a height of less than 1.5 meters stood there with his hands behind his back. He raised his head slightly as if he was preparing something. He clearly did not do anything, but people kept cheering. It was as if they were broken records. The atmosphere was extremely awkward. Some of the spectators were also baffled, but they still took out their phones to take pictures…

Fangzheng’s arrival did not attract anyone’s attention. The old man suddenly opened his eyes and waved his hand. He shouted, “Bring me my brush!”

Following that, a woman in a cheongsam carried a basin over. The basin was covered with a black cloth. It was unknown what was inside.

The woman came before the master and bowed slightly.

At the master’s height, it was difficult for him to pick up the brush if the woman didn’t bend down…

“Everyone, what Master Liu is going to demonstrate to all of you a peerless piece of calligraphy that transcends the times. It will be a pioneer in the world of calligraphy! This calligraphy piece will definitely leave behind a heavy mark in history. It will also surpass the calligraphy of mortals like Wang Xizhi! This is a piece of calligraphy that transcends the century and surpasses the limits of human thinking!” A man walked forward and held a microphone as he excitedly introduced.

When everyone heard that, their curiosity was piqued. All of them craned their necks, waiting to see the calligraphy that transcended the times.

Only then did the male host solemnly say, “Now, let’s invite Master Liu to perform his own calligraphy, the Three-Foot Shooting Calligraphy!”