The new scroll blocked out the calligraphy and paintings that were originally hanging.
Out of the corner of her eye, Luo Shimiao glanced at the shelf beside the bed, where there were many carved Buddha statues, some of which were only rough outlines.
"I didn't expect you to have this hobby, old monk, but... your carving is just so-so."
Xiao Lü rolled her eyes. Someone should seal her mouth with cement; she'll say something about anything.
Luo Shimiao continued, "I've hung it up, so don't even think about taking it down and giving it back to me. If you do, the author will come and give it to you personally next time." After saying that, she went to fix the roof.
Upon hearing this, the photographer deliberately moved the camera to the name stamp at the lower left of the scroll, lingered there for a few seconds, and then turned to photograph Luo Shimiao.
Huikong was stunned when he saw the six characters "Namo Amitabha Buddha".
The characters are robust and the brushwork exquisite, giving a sense of transcendence. Only that calligrapher could have created such a work.
The plaque above the temple gate was written by that old gentleman. Every day I go in and out, and I have already imprinted those vigorous and powerful characters in my mind, so I can recognize who wrote it at a glance.
The monk's face showed a complicated expression; it seemed he had no choice but to accept the apology.
Live broadcast room.
[If you don't understand, just ask: Who is Ye Lin?]
【What?! You don't know who Lin Lin is?】
[The foremost modern calligrapher—and you don't recognize him! Five years ago, a foreign tycoon arrived with a check for 100 million to request his calligraphy, but couldn't even get in the door. This incident even trended on social media at the time.]
[Not only that, he also has a very impressive daughter. Those who study art will surely know who Ms. Ye Shujun is.]
[I know that!!! She's a legendary figure at our art school; she won the highest award in the art world when she was only 20!]
After returning from Baidu, all I can say is "Holy crap!"
What Luo Shimiao gave wasn't calligraphy, it was clearly money. Unfortunately, there was a piece of calligraphy underneath, so we can't see what it said.
To put it simply, for some it's priceless, but for others it's just an ordinary piece of work.
As darkness fell, Luo Shimiao finished repairing the roof, said goodbye to the monks, and took Xiao Lü back to the temple.
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