The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Chapter 115: Ice lantern[Please collect]

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When I came to the gate, I used some rice grains and pressed them into a ball to use as a paste. I kneaded it into a ball and gave it to the squirrel. The squirrel held and rode on the head of the lone wolf. Fang Zheng held the Spring Festival couplets, drew them at the gate, and asked: "How is the height? Is it crooked?"

The squirrel saw it correctly and shouted: "Click to the left, click up to the right corner, that's it! That's it!"

Fang Zheng took the rice balls and pasted the couplet on the door.

The first couplet is: Goodwill is actually a Zen thing;

The second line is: Compassion is also a spiritual place.

Hengpi: Not a monk!

The couplets belong to others, but Hengpi belongs to him. The days on the mountain are harsh and lonely. He is still young and his heart cannot calm down at all. He also yearned for the life at the foot of the mountain, the freedom of running among the worldly world, rather than being a monk guarding a temple. Therefore, he added the last horizontal comment himself, which was considered a self-deprecation for himself.

Looking at this couplet, Fang Zheng finally felt the flavor of the New Year and chuckled, "It's quite pretty."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" At this moment, the squirrel cried.

Fangzheng said in astonishment: "You want Spring Festival couplets too? I don't know where your home is, how can I post Spring Festival couplets for you?"

Squirrel: "Zhizhizhi..."

"What? You want to move here? Have you chosen a nest? What? You want to live in a bodhi tree? Uh... Then there is no tree hole for you to live in, right? Why am I building a house for you? Why?" Fang Zheng shouted in displeasure.

However, Fangzheng still took a long flowerpot and tied it to the branches of the Bodhi tree.

There was no way, Fangzheng didn't have a hammer, nails, or wooden boards, so he couldn't make a beautiful nest for the little squirrel. But since this guy lives in a tree hole, it should be no problem to use a can instead.

But, why did this little thing start blabbing at him when he saw his new home, and didn't even look at him seriously? Fang Zheng patted his bald head and suddenly remembered that he had taken it by mistake. This was not a flowerpot, but his urinal... It had been a long time and he almost forgot. When picking something, if it looks familiar, I will take action.

But Fang Zheng would never say these words, otherwise the squirrel would definitely scratch a few paw prints on his bald head.

However, Fang Zheng still changed the squirrel to a bigger and more beautiful flower pot. Only then did the little guy get into it with satisfaction, and then jumped up and down on Fang Zheng's shoulder. If Fang Zheng's head wasn't too smooth, he would have jumped on his head. went.

For the first time, Fangzheng felt that his bald head still had advantages...

Now that the house is ready, let’s write Spring Festival couplets!

Tear off a small piece of red paper as wide as two pinkies, Fang Zheng took a writing brush and clearly wrote a line of words on the small piece of paper. It was still a dragon and Buddha document. The writing was grand and full of Zen.

First couplet: People rejoice in prosperous times;

Second line: Rat heralds a good year;

Hengpi: There are squirrels in the house

The little guy couldn't understand it, but he was still very happy.

Seeing this, Lone Wolf was not happy and immediately asked for a couplet.

The lone wolf came early, and Fang Zheng built him a kennel out of scrap wood, so there was no need to go to the trouble of building another kennel for him.

Then write Spring Festival couplets

As a result, when Fang Zheng searched, he was suddenly in a dilemma! Anyone who mentions wolves on the Internet is always criticizing wolves, which is not a good word. What to do

Fang Zheng glanced at the cute lone wolf and chuckled, "Do you recognize this word?"

Lone Wolf shook his head.

Fang Zheng snapped his fingers, it's easy to handle! With the stroke of a pen…

First couplet: Lanterns hanging over the Buddhist door;

Second line: The jade dog guards the atrium;

Horizontal comment: There are dogs but no thieves

They are all pasted up, and the last red paper is gone.

Almost at the same time, the brush and ink in his book turned into a golden light and disappeared.

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and thought to himself: "Are you too impatient? You are stingy..."

After cursing a few words, I felt extremely comfortable, but it was not enough to have couplets during the Chinese New Year, you also had to have lanterns! But where would he get the lamp

Fang Zheng had an idea and thought of the old monk's ice lantern! So I ran to the backyard, took out a big iron bucket, and filled two full buckets of water!

The water cup was also filled with water and placed in the yard.

A few hours later, the water in the bucket froze. Fangzheng knocked it and found it was quite strong and ready for use!

Fang Zheng carried the big bucket into the kitchen and placed it next to the fire. The big bucket was rotating and roasting, and soon the connection between the ice and the bucket became loose.

Fang Zheng took the bucket out again, smashed a hole in the ice on the bucket, poured out the unfrozen water inside, then flipped the bucket onto the ground and lifted it up gently!

The big iron bucket was lifted up, and a bucket-shaped ice lantern appeared! Rootless purified water is extremely clean. After freezing, there is no impurity at all. It is just like crystal, so beautiful! It just doesn't have edges and corners. If it were polished into the shape of a diamond, Fang Zheng estimated that it would be no worse than a diamond!

Fangzheng opened another hole on the ice lantern for ventilation, then happily took the ice lantern out and placed it on the wall of his house. Choose another candle, light it, and put it into the ice lamp. Since there are ventilation holes on it, you don't have to worry about it going out without oxygen. At the same time, the ice lamp is protected by ice around it, so there is no need to worry about the wind blowing out the candle.

Although the flame of the candle is not beautiful, it is also extremely gorgeous when reflected by the round bucket ice crystals. Occasionally, a breeze comes in, and the flames flicker and tremble. The light outside flickers and trembles, like neon, which is very beautiful. !

Sure enough, after seeing this ice lantern, the little squirrel and the lone wolf couldn't stand it any longer. They jumped up and down and wanted an ice lantern of their own.

Fang Zheng laughed and scolded: "You two guys, want an ice lantern? Okay, go get water yourself!"

The lone wolf and the squirrel immediately ran to fetch water. Soon, there was an ice lantern made of a small water cup in front of the squirrel's den, and the lone wolf had a big ice lantern at the door. However, there were no candles in these two ice lanterns. There was no way. Fangzheng didn't have many candles, so it was impossible to waste them, so he used them all.

Even so, the wolf and the squirrel were very happy.

Fang Zheng also became more playful and decided to follow the law and make more ice lanterns to put on the mountain. Anyway, he was idle!

At this moment, footsteps came from outside. Judging from the sound, there were quite a few people.

Fang Zheng rolled his sleeves and went out to check the situation. He saw Wang Yougui, Tan Juguo, Yang Ping, Yang Hua, and Song Ergou, a group of men and women, coming up the mountain with handbags on their shoulders.

Fang Zheng was a little confused, what is going on

Time goes back to morning…

"What are you doing?" Song Ergou put down the broom, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the long table placed at the end of the village, and walked over in confusion and asked.

"Uncle, it's like this. The government encourages culture to go to the countryside. Isn't this the New Year? Everyone has to post Spring Festival couplets. In previous years, everyone bought ready-made couplets, which lacked a lot of cultural atmosphere. We are volunteers from the County Calligraphy Association. Come here I’m here to help you write Spring Festival couplets on the spot, which is considered as cultural outreach to the countryside and to send blessings.” A young man stroked his eyes and said with a smile.

(End of chapter)