Chapter Fifty-Ninth: The Girl Copying the Scriptures Before the Buddha

White.

snow white.

Spotless white.

White walls and white ground, a meter-long white bamboo case.

Under the corner of the bamboo case, a copper incense burner quietly exhales graceful cigarettes.

I could vaguely hear the soft chanting of the "Great Compassion Mantra", and a woman in white entered the picture silently, sitting quietly in front of the desk.

At the same moment, the old monk Xuanmiao, who was dressed in a brown Zen robe, also sat tremblingly in front of his desk.

"Little friend Honghuang, hello..."

The old monk smiled gently, "Good evening, all the benefactors in the live broadcast room."

The fans in the live broadcast room knew that the old monk had bad eyesight, and no one interacted with him by posting barrage.

After the old monk said hello, he spread out the scriptures, knocked on the wooden fish and started chanting scriptures as usual.

Everyone's attention was on Ye Wan.

Hehe, I would like to see how a little internet celebrity who relies on her appearance for a living can use the popularity of the Buddha and the old monk to increase her popularity.

Whenever you dare to open your mouth, I will immediately spit out more than a thousand words of fragrance to let you know what it means to disrespect the Buddha.

However, netizens were disappointed!

Ye Wan hadn't spoken since the old monk Xuanmiao started to say hello.

He bowed to the old monk with clasped hands.

Then, he took out a piece of rice paper from under the table, spread it out on the left and right, and pressed it meticulously with a paperweight.

White case, white paper, white clothes, white arms.

The snow-white everything sets off the beautiful woman's hair like ink and skin like snow.

There was a faint bright red on the unpainted lips, which complemented the cinnabar mole under the corner of the eye.

The whole person becomes more and more beautiful.

The alluring woman looks pious, and her actions are even more serious.

One Duan inkstone, two points of clear water, Ye Wan lightly raised his arm to grind the ink.

Then, he picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, and began to write stroke by stroke on the paper.

The angle of the phone seems to be the same as that of old monk Xuan Miao.

At a glance, the two live broadcast rooms are harmonious as if the same place is divided into two, with an old monk chanting softly sitting on one side, and a girl in white clothes silently copying on the other.

The entire land seemed to be in silent mode.

Only the old monk's recitation and the faint chanting of the "Great Compassion Mantra" could be heard.

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Die-hard fans: "I know that Miss Wan is omnipotent! Amitabha, so good!"

Fans: "The girl who copied the scriptures before the Buddha??? This anchor is amazing!"

Fans who are ready to scold in a thousand-character essay: "Where...where are you scolding? The angle is so tricky, and I don't know how to say it better."

Call her disrespectful to Buddha?

But people put on the posture of burning incense and bathing on the 99th day of fasting, and they can't scold them!

Scold her for disrespecting old monks?

But the person who put his hands together and prayed, although he didn't make a sound, his whole body was full of holy light, how can he scold him?

Or, scold her for putting green onions in her pig's nose, pretending to be a show?

It seems... not too good.

Look at the posture of his back straight, his arms outstretched and his elbows bent, everyone in calligraphy is just like that.

How about waiting?

Maybe it will be finished in a while, and the words are so ugly, there will be a spraying angle at that time.

Conversations in the black fan group flew up.

In the live broadcast room, the old monk and Ye Wan went their own way, calm and steady, as stable as Mount Tai.

An hour later, the old monk finished chanting.

Ye Wan put down his pen.

"I don't know what little friend Honghuang wrote?"

The old monk Xuanmiao asked with a smile.

The 100 million fans watching online in the live broadcast room all looked at Ye Wan.

"Let everyone laugh!"

Ye Wan nodded, removed the paperweight and picked up a meter of rice paper, folded his hands and turned the rice paper upside down for everyone to see.

Black and white characters stand out against the white background.

Netizens who can see clearly:! ! !