In the quiet library, there was only the faint sound of the brush rubbing against the table.
The rag used to wipe away water stains gradually became wet and soaked.
Chen Mu immersed himself in practicing calligraphy and never tired of it.
He had never been so focused on one thing.
It's not like he never had the idea of practicing calligraphy in his previous life.
But I bought a copybook and after writing two lines, I couldn't help but turn my head to look at my phone. I persisted for two days and finally gave up.
The same is true in life.
Sometimes when I wake up, I feel that I am mediocre and want to change, but the next day I sink again.
The feeling of being awake and drowsy for a while, like a "ghost on the bed", a nightmare that you can't wake up from.
But in this life, facing the more boring and difficult to learn brush calligraphy, it was still a font that was completely unfamiliar to me a day ago.
Chen Mu burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm.
The feeling of knowing how to improve the next word after writing one word makes him want to stop and enjoy it!
Around two o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Mu's stomach growled.
Hunger woke him from his immersion.
The water-written font on the desktop is slowly drying.
The gray wall came into view again.
Writing: 8056/10000/first level;
Chen Mu carefully enjoyed the unfinished feeling.
Whoever got him here, he was grateful for it.
…
Lunch was brought by Chengming Xiaodao Tong.
Three whole-grain vegetable cakes, a plate of boiled green leafy vegetables, and a bowl of gruel.
Chen Mu devoured everything, and in Chengming's surprised eyes, he ate everything like a storm.
After sending Cheng Ming away, Chen Mu continued to practice calligraphy.
The water in the pen was changed from basin to basin.
The rag was wrung out and then soaked.
It wasn't until the light dimmed and Chen Mu's vision blurred that Chen Mu stopped practicing and kept hammering his sore back with his hands.
Writing: 8673/10000/first level;
On the gray wall, the writing skills have improved significantly again.
"It's a pity that it's still not as good as its predecessor."
After thinking about it, Chen Mu shook off the water stains on the brush and quietly hid it in the inner pocket of the wide cuffs.
There is a deadline for copying scriptures. The Taoist temple will not allow him to live and eat here for free.
In order to catch up with his predecessor's level as soon as possible and complete the work of copying scriptures as soon as possible, he had to work overtime and continue practicing calligraphy when he returned to the guest room.
In his previous life, he hated this kind of overtime work during breaks, and he wished he could greet the eighteenth generation ancestors of the company managers.
Now I am a little eager to try.
…
In the west courtyard of Qingfengguan, two figures stood in the shadow outside the Moon Gate.
"Uncle He, is there something unusual about that scholar today?" a middle-aged Taoist in his thirties asked solemnly.
He is Cheng Zheng, the chief disciple of Taoist priest Fengneng of Qingfengguan.
Pyrotechnician He Daoren glanced at the dark guest room not far away and frowned: "I tested it twice today and found nothing unusual."
"The unintentional bell rang for no reason last night. There must be evil spirits in the Taoist temple!" the Taoist said sincerely and coldly. "Everyone in the Taoist temple is practicing martial arts, and their energy and blood are strong, but the scholar is thin and weak, and he is most likely to be possessed!"
"But apart from dipping in water to practice calligraphy during the day, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary?" He Daoren was still undecided: "Maybe the evil spirit has been frightened away by the Wuxin Bell."
"You said he was practicing calligraphy?!" Chengcheng couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
"I've seen him write, with a coordinated structure and elegant handwriting. If he writes so well, why should he practice calligraphy?!" Chengyi snorted coldly.
"Are you really possessed by an evil spirit?!" He Daoren's face turned pale.
Although Qingfeng Temple specializes in cleaning out evil spirits, that is all the work of the temple owner Feng Ren.
He Daoren has been a fireman all his life and has never seen such an inexplicable and strange thing.
Thinking that he might be face to face with an evil spirit, he couldn't help but shiver all over.
"Then... let's tie him up now?"
"No, the moon is shining brightly tonight, and the evil spirits are even weirder. Wait until tomorrow, wait until early tomorrow morning to bring him into the Patriarch's Palace, and directly suppress him with the Wuxin Bell!" Chengzhi said in a hateful voice.
This evil spirit is indeed so bold that he dares to come to Qingfengguan to act wild.
Moreover, ordinary evil spirits are ignorant. This evil spirit also knows how to practice calligraphy in an attempt to get through. It is definitely not an ordinary evil spirit!
"Can it be done?" Taoist He was uneasy.
"The evil spirits are possessed, and the soul and body are not in harmony. The Wuxin Bell is the best at capturing souls and is the nemesis of evil spirits!" Chengzhi consoled him.
"Uncle He, this is the evil-proofing talisman left by the master. Keep it with you tonight. With it, you can sit back and relax. Tomorrow everything will be as usual, don't let any flaws slip through." Chengcheng took out a yellow paper talisman from his sleeve. The lines on it are as red as blood. Under the moonlight, it feels crystal clear.
"And Chengming, he is young and is easily attacked by evil spirits. After breakfast tomorrow morning, you can take him to the back mountain to plant vegetables, and I will personally guide the scholar!" Chengyi warned carefully.
"Okay, I'll listen to you!" He Daoren felt relieved.
He didn't want to meet evil spirits.
…
The next morning, in the library.
Chen Mu, with dark circles under his eyes, spread out a piece of white paper with two palms.
This is the cut paper used for copying scriptures.
"The door to the root is wonderful and wonderful..."
One page of scripture is written in one breath.
Putting the brush on Beacon Mountain, Chen Mu put the scriptures copied by his predecessor aside to compare them.
"Phew...it's finally done."
As soon as I thought about it, a gray wall appeared in front of me.
Writing: 103/10000/second level;
It’s not in vain that I was so anxious all night.
Chen Mu did not dare to light the oil lamp for fear of being discovered by people in the Taoist temple.
Fortunately, the full moon hung high last night, which was enough for him to practice calligraphy under the moonlight.
"Mr. Chen, it's really early today." A voice suddenly sounded at the door.
Chen Mu was startled, looked up, and saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
He knew this man, sincerity, the great disciple of the Taoist temple, was the man who recruited his predecessor to copy scriptures.
Last night, he reviewed his memories of his previous life and found that there were seven copies of the scriptures this time, and the retouching fee was sufficient, including one hundred copper coins. He lived frugally for more than a month.
"Good morning sincerely."
"I shouldn't have disturbed Mr. Chen while he was copying scriptures, but I really have something to ask for, so I can only take the liberty of visiting." Sincerity and leisurely posture, with a warm smile on his face. But my heart is a little tight, I can't be anxious, I can't be agitated, I can't scare the snake away!
"Please tell me?" Chen Mu looked at Chengcheng curiously.
"Today a good believer came to visit and promised to bring a thousand-word treasure scripture home for worship. I just discovered this morning that only the last copy of the treasure scripture that had been copied in advance was left, and there was an extra ink spot." Sincerity looked embarrassed. .
"That good believer is a good friend of the master. I really don't dare to neglect him. I thought of Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen's handwriting is elegant and beautiful. Can you help me make an urgent copy?" Chengyi looked at Chen Mu with a sincere face, and reached out his hand from the wide cuffs of his sleeves. He took out a small gray cloth bag and said, "A little touch-up is not a sign of respect."
"No problem, where is the scripture?" Chen Mu took the bag and agreed readily.
"This scripture is a bit special. It is engraved in the Taoist Temple's Patriarch's Hall. I have to ask Mr. Chen to bring his pen and ink and move to the Patriarch's Hall." Chengyi said with an apology.
"It's easy to say, time is tight, let's go over there now." Chen Mu did not hesitate and turned around to collect pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Sincerely, clenched fist hard under the wide cuffs!
Done!
