Following the young monk in front of them, Ying Qingci and Gu Xunhe entered the backyard of Zhenguo Temple.
The backyard is a Zen room with a quiet environment, mixed with the chirping of cicadas and birds.
Following the young monk, they arrived at a Zen room.
There is a forest of trees surrounding the Zen room. From a distance, it looks like it was specially designed.
The young monk opened the door and Gu Xunhe walked in first.
Ying Qingci looked up subconsciously.
They saw a monk wearing red cassocks sitting directly in front of them.
After hearing their voices, he slowly opened his eyes.
Gu Xunhe glanced at Ying Qingci at this time: "Xiao Liu, go and set up the chessboard."
"Yes, Third Grandpa."
Hearing Gu Xunhe's voice, Master Liao Hui turned his attention to Ying Qingci. When he saw her, he was slightly startled, but soon turned his attention to Gu Xunhe.
"Why do you have time to come here today?"
"What? Not welcome?"
Gu Xunhe glanced at him and sat down opposite him without ceremony.
Master Liaohui chuckled lightly when he saw him like this.
By coincidence, Ying Qingci had already brought the chessboard over and placed it in front of the two of them, with the chess pieces beside them.
After that, he stood quietly beside Gu Xunhe.
Watch the two of them play chess.
Ying Qingci's eyes kept falling on the chessboard. The two were of equal skill. It could be said that it was almost impossible to decide the outcome.
Suddenly, Gu Xunhe glanced at Ying Qingci.
"Xiao Liu, look at this chess game, do you have a solution?"
Ying Qingci was stunned, and Master Liao Hui glanced at Gu Xunhe when he heard what he said.
Then he smiled and said, "You guys really don't have chess ethics."
"No matter what I did, didn't you still regret my life before?"
Gu Xunhe rolled his eyes at him, showing no respect at all towards the legendary eminent monk.
Master Liaohui didn't take it to heart and just focused his attention on Ying Qingci.
Ying Qingci did not expect that Gu Xunhe would suddenly speak, but he did not panic. Instead, he took a step forward and looked at the chess game in front of him. The black piece was at a disadvantage, and the white piece could advance to attack and retreat to defend.
She suddenly picked up a white piece and placed it on the right side of the center.
The situation was reversed in an instant.
The black stone is eaten, and the white stone has the advantage.
"Hahaha, it seems that you are still missing a move."
Gu Xunhe put away the chess pieces in front of him and glanced at Liao Hui across from him.
Liao Hui sighed, "When did you become such a rogue?"
After saying that, his eyes fell on Ying Qingci again: "Donor, can you do a favor for this poor monk?"
Ying Qingci was stunned, "Master, please speak."
"There is a volume of Buddhist scriptures over there, which I wrote in my spare time. Can you please help me copy a volume?"
Ying Qingci was stunned, "If the master doesn't mind the little girl's rough handwriting, the little girl is willing to help the master copy."
"Almsgiver."
After saying that, Liao Hui disrupted the chessboard in front of him and looked at Gu Xunhe opposite.
"One more round."
Gu Xunhe did not show any weakness and put the white piece back into his chess box.
Ying Qingci walked to the Buddhist scripture that Hui said, picked it up and took a look.
Then, he sat on one side, took out his pen and ink, and started copying.
Her calligraphy is not as gentle as those of women in the boudoir, but has a bold and bold character.
Before, she had been with her family and was a little bit influenced by what she heard and saw.
I have learned calligraphy with calligraphy, and the words I write have a bit of regular script, but they also have their own characteristics, with a trace of boldness and wantonness.
When the last word fell, over there, the chess game between Master Liao Hui and Gu Xunhe came to an end.
Ying Qingci put down the brush, looked at the still-written Buddhist scriptures in front of him, and blew gently.
Then he raised his hand to pick up the Buddhist scriptures and said, "Master Liaohui."
Looking at the copied Buddhist scriptures in front of him, a flash of shock flashed in Liao Hui's eyes.
"The word donor...is really rare."
Her handwriting is not like the handwriting of ordinary noble girls from aristocratic families, but it is full of boldness. Even a man may not be able to write such bold handwriting.
Furthermore, he had never seen this kind of writing before, and he was just surprised.
Even Gu Xunhe on the side raised his eyebrows in shock when he saw the handwriting on the Buddhist scriptures.
"Xiao Liu, did you learn this word from your master?"
He had never seen this kind of font in Daling.
Before, he also heard that Ying Qingci had a mysterious master, but no one had ever seen it.
Now that I saw her handwriting, I naturally had speculations in my heart.
Ying Qingci nodded after hearing Gu Xunhe's words.
"It is indeed what Master taught me."
Hearing these affirmative words, Gu Xunhe couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Everyone said that he was a great scholar in the world, but he believed that the appearance of Ying Qingci's master would definitely make him famous all over the world.
Thinking this, he turned his head and glanced at Hui.
"Xiao Liu gave you such a precious calligraphy treasure, didn't you give me a gift in return?"
Before he could speak, Gu Xunhe spoke again.
"I think your volume of Buddhist scriptures looks good. Bu Luo gave it to Xiao Liu as a meeting gift."
Liao Hui's Buddhist scriptures were highly sought after in Daling. Giving them to Xiaoliu would not bury his good handwriting.
Liao Hui glanced at him with a smile.
"I'm afraid you have planned this for a long time, right?"
After saying that, Liao Hui rolled up the Buddhist scriptures in his hand into a roll and handed it to Ying Qingci.
"This, this is too precious..."
This Buddhist sutra was written by Master Liao Hui. With only this one volume, how could it win the love of others?
It was Liao Hui who smiled after hearing her words.
"My little friend is destined to have this thing. If I give it to you, I would like to thank you for copying it."
Gu Xunhe spoke at the right moment, "Xiao Liu, please accept it. This volume of Buddhist scriptures is valuable enough to make the entire Kyoto flock to it."
Liao Hui's reputation is not in vain.
What's more, this is a Buddhist scripture written by Liao Hui himself. Even if it is a copied version, there are many people who want it, not to mention that it is the original version of the Buddhist scripture by Liao Hui.
However, when Liao Hui heard what Gu Xunhe said, she looked at him pretending to be displeased, "I knew you had bad intentions!"
"Thank you, Master Hui, Third Grandpa."
Ying Qingci was a little stunned when he heard Gu Xunhe's words, then he saluted them and thanked them.
Liao Hui glanced at Gu Xunhe in front of him, a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes, but in the end he said nothing.
After leaving Zhenguo Temple, Ying Qingci had an extra volume of Buddhist scriptures in his hand. When he returned to Qingheyuan, Ying Qingci took his things back to his room.
"Miss, you are back."
Qiuyue saw Ying Qingci's figure, put the water basin in her hand on the ground, and took a step forward.
"Well, how are they doing, uncle?"
"My lord, they are very good. Now they are slowly getting used to it."
Compared to when they first arrived, they have gradually adapted to it.
This is a good thing.
Ying Qingci nodded and just got used to it.
"but……"
Speaking of today's events, Qiuyue frowned and didn't know how to speak.
"What's wrong?"
