Chapter 28

"Mr. Yang, here is the Buddhist scripture you requested today..."

A young monk with a handsome appearance knocked on Su Yi's door, holding an ancient and simple Buddhist scripture.

"Thank you, little master."

Su Yi put down his pen, which he had been using to write furiously, rubbed his slightly sore wrist, and turned to smile at the young monk.

"Mr. Yang, you are too polite. This is what I should do..." The young monk walked in, holding the scripture and placed it beside Su Yi. His eyes involuntarily glanced at Su Yi's writing, and his handsome face instantly twisted, as if he had eaten a bitter herb and drunk vinegar.

Amitabha, it is said that this Mr. Yang is a man of great filial piety. To make his mother happy on her birthday, he traveled a thousand miles to Shaolin Temple. First, he donated over a thousand taels of silver for incense, then he funded the renovation of hundreds of Buddha statues in Shaolin, which must have cost another thousand taels. And what he asked for was merely to copy a few Buddhist scriptures...

Mr. Yang has been at Shaolin Temple for nearly ten days. Indeed, he has been devoted to copying scriptures, not leaving his room except for daily necessities and meals. He is truly a man of great perseverance!

However...

The young monk looked at this filial son with confusion, unable to understand...

Mr. Yang looks talented and refined, with a gentle and courteous manner, clearly a man of great learning. Moreover, he has great perseverance, so why... why is his handwriting so terrible?

The young monk couldn't help but steal another glance, comparing... Amitabha, even I, a mere monk, can write much better than him. Oh, there's even a misspelled word here!

Should I tell him? If I do, will he be so embarrassed that he gets angry and hits me? The young monk was in a dilemma.

Seeing that the young monk didn't leave after delivering the scripture and kept looking at his writing, Su Yi couldn't help but blush slightly.

He knew his own limitations. As a modern person used to ballpoint pens and fountain pens, suddenly switching to a brush pen was a huge leap. It's like asking a chess champion to paint or a running champion to swim—completely out of their expertise! It's already quite an achievement that he can write at all.

At the beginning, he had no idea how to use a brush pen and could only rely on his outstanding wrist strength from his internal cultivation to mimic the strokes. The hardship at that time was indescribable to outsiders. Compared to then, he has made significant progress. At least his writing now has some form, and it's barely presentable.

He has been at Shaolin Temple for several days now. To avoid drawing attention, he has already copied several scriptures, including the Diamond Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, and the Heart Sutra, with daily output exceeding ten thousand characters...

Holding a brush pen for several days straight, he now had the illusion that his fingers were cramping.

He couldn't keep copying; otherwise, his fingers would turn into chicken claws, and he might not even be able to hold a sword, which would be disastrous...

After careful consideration, the time seemed ripe. Su Yi put on a friendly face, smiled kindly at the young monk, and asked, "Little master, I have a question. Does your temple have the Lankavatara Sutra?"

"The Lankavatara Sutra?" The young monk thought for a moment and, with a hint of pride, answered under Su Yi's nervous and expectant gaze, "Our Shaolin Temple has the most complete collection of Buddhist scriptures in the world. Of course, we have the Lankavatara Sutra, and it's even written by Bodhidharma himself. It's the only one in the world!"

"Oh, oh, that's perfect..." Su Yi was so excited that his voice trembled. He asked nervously, "Can you please bring me this scripture tomorrow? If I can copy the Lankavatara Sutra, my mother will be overjoyed."

Not just my mother, but I will be overjoyed too! I'll thank your ancestors for eight generations!!!

Su Yi stared intently at the young monk, his heart pounding so fast it felt like it would leap out of his chest. If the young monk said no at this moment, Su Yi might have a heart attack and die on the spot.

"Of course, no problem!" The young monk didn't disappoint. Seeing Su Yi's excited look, he patted his chest and promised, "I'll bring the Lankavatara Sutra to you tomorrow, but..."

He hesitated, as if there was a problem.

"But what?" Su Yi asked nervously, "Is there any inconvenience?"

"There's no inconvenience..." The young monk hesitated, looking at the scripture he had just delivered and then at Su Yi's half-copied scripture. "Mr. Yang, you still have one and a half scriptures left to copy. Even if I bring the Lankavatara Sutra tomorrow, you probably won't be able to use it right away. Why don't you finish this one first?"

"Ah? I have to wait longer?" Su Yi was anxious. I came here for it, and you finally agreed to give it to me. How can I wait any longer?

Feeling his temper rise, Su Yi said loudly, "It's just one more scripture. I'll finish it tonight. Don't waste any more time. If I miss my mother's birthday, all my efforts these past few days will be in vain."

"Mr. Yang makes a good point. If you can finish copying these scriptures, I'll bring you the Lankavatara Sutra tomorrow. I won't let your mother's birthday be delayed."

"Thank you, little master..." Su Yi patted the young monk's head affectionately.

"It's no trouble... Thanks to Mr. Yang, our meals at Shaolin Temple have been much better these past few days! I'm very happy to help Mr. Yang with these small tasks."

The young monk was indeed simple. Just because the food was better, he was full of gratitude towards Su Yi.

"Because of your words, I'll add another five hundred taels to the incense money when I leave Shaolin Temple!" Su Yi, feeling generous and excited about getting the *Nine Yang True Scripture* the next day, waved his sleeve and added another five hundred taels.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang!" The young monk was genuinely happy.

"As long as you bring the Lankavatara Sutra on time tomorrow, that will be the best reward for me."

"I won't let you down. Mr. Yang, you should focus on copying the scriptures. Otherwise, you won't have time to sleep tonight... I'll take my leave now." The young monk reminded Su Yi kindly and left the room, allowing him to copy the scriptures in peace.

"Ah~~~" Su Yi's earlier confidence vanished. He looked at the unfinished scripture in his hand and the new one delivered today with a pained expression. Sigh... There's no way around it. I have to work overtime and finish it.

The *Nine Yang True Scripture*! For you, I've endured so much!

As he wrote furiously, Su Yi wept inwardly. His fingers were so sore, and the brush pen was so hard to use. Oh, God, give me a ballpoint pen!