white.

Snow white.

Spotless white.

White walls and white floor, and a beige bamboo desk that is over one meter long.

Under the corner of the bamboo table, a copper incense burner quietly spewed out the curling smoke.

The sound of the "Great Compassion Mantra" can be vaguely heard. A woman in white clothes enters the scene silently and sits at the table with a calm expression.

At the same time, the old monk Xuanmiao, dressed in brown Zen robes, also sat down in front of his desk, trembling.

"Hello, my friend Honghuang..."

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

The fans in the live broadcast room all knew that the old monk had poor eyesight, and no one sent barrages or anything to interact with him.

After greeting, the old monk spread out the scriptures, struck the wooden fish and began chanting as usual.

Everyone's attention was focused on Ye Wan.

Haha, I'd like to see how a small internet celebrity who makes a living by his looks can use the popularity of Buddha and the old monk to increase his followers.

If you dare to open your mouth, I will immediately utter more than a thousand fragrant words to let you know what it means to disrespect Buddha.

However, netizens were disappointed!

Ever since the old monk Xuanmiao started to greet him, Ye Wan hadn't spoken a word.

He just put his hands together and bowed to the old monk.

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

White desk, white paper, white clothes, white arms.

Everything was snow-white, making the beautiful woman's hair look like ink and her skin look like snow.

The lips without lipstick were a light crimson, which complemented the cinnabar mole under the corner of the eye.

The whole person becomes more and more beautiful.

The stunningly beautiful woman looked pious and her movements were serious.

With a Duan inkstone and two drops of clear water, Ye Wan raised his arm lightly and began to grind the ink.

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

The angle of the phone is the same as that of Master Xuanmiao.

The whole earth seemed to be in silent mode.

All that could be heard was the old monk's chanting and the faint singing of the Great Compassion Mantra.

!!!

Die-hard fans: "I knew that Sister Wan could do anything! Amitabha, good and good!"

Fans: "A girl copying sutras in front of a Buddha??? This anchor is amazing!"

Fans who prepared a thousand-word essay to start cursing: "Where should I start cursing from? The angle is so tricky, I don't know how to start for a moment."

Scolding her for disrespecting Buddha?

But she had put on this posture of fasting for 99 days, burning incense and bathing, so I couldn't scold her! Scold her for being disrespectful to the old monk? But she put her hands together and bowed. Although she didn't make a sound, her whole body was radiating a holy light. How could I scold her? Otherwise, scold her for putting a green onion in her pig's nose and pretending? It seems... that doesn't work either.

Look at the posture of him with his back straight, arms outstretched and elbows lowered. It is no different from other calligraphy masters.

Or, wait a little longer?

Who knows, when I finish writing, the characters may look ugly and I will have the opportunity to criticize them from different angles.

The conversations in the black fan group were booming.

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 wonder what young friend Hong Huang wrote?"

Old monk Xuanmiao asked with a smile.

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

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed everyone!"

Ye Wan nodded, moved the paperweight away, picked up a meter-long piece of rice paper, folded his hands, turned the paper over and displayed it in front of everyone.

The black words on the white paper appear particularly clear against the snow-white background.

Netizens who saw it clearly:!!!

See you at 12 o'clock~~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)