"Mr. Chen!" County Magistrate Qi was startled. After all, Chen Fan was from Sijiu City. If something happened, it would be fatal!
The thunder is furious, and this temple will suffer! He couldn't understand why Jingxin was so brave? Damn it, if the sky falls, it will probably kill him first!
As a result, County Magistrate Qi ran out and saw Mr. Chen sitting in a daze outside Yizhi Temple.
County Magistrate Qi ran over and asked with concern: "Mr. Chen, are you okay?"
Chen Fan's identity was kept secret, and County Magistrate Qi couldn't call him by official title, so he had to address him as Mr. Appointment.
However, what surprised County Magistrate Qi was that Chen Fan, who was thrown out, not only did not get angry, but slapped himself in the mouth and said: "Hey, I don't have a long memory! I actually wanted to bribe the little mage... This throw, Good fall! I woke up after the fall!"
After saying that, Chen Fan stood up and left.
County Magistrate Qi hurriedly caught up and said, "Mr. Chen, Master Fangzheng is young and energetic, and Master Jingxin is still a child..."
Chen Fan smiled bitterly and said: "County Magistrate Qi, I know you are protecting the calf, but do you think I have the right to be angry about this matter? This mission is considered a failure. Don't blame them, blame me. I have to go back He's back alive... I hope it won't be too miserable."
When County Magistrate Qi heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It was not easy for Songwu County to find a capable person, and he didn't want to die like this.
Wang Yougui remained silent because he always felt that he was in Fang Zheng's group and could not help Chen Fan deceive Fang Zheng.
But after hearing what Chen Fan said, he suddenly felt that Chen Fan, a high official, was actually pretty good. It would be a bit too much to go back and be punished just because of this.
So Wang Yougui asked: "Mr. Chen, what are you going to do with Fang Zheng?"
Chen Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Don't say it, don't say it..."
After saying that, Chen Fan left.
Fang Zheng originally thought that the superiors would continue to send people to harass him, but after waiting for a few days, he found that he was overthinking. County Magistrate Qi went back to continue working hard. Wang Yougui organized people to take good care of tourists every day and prohibited anyone from raising prices randomly. The disciples of Yizhi Temple were busy with their own affairs every day. For a while, Fang Zheng was free. Come down.
Sitting bored in the backyard, looking up at the sky, Fang Zheng sighed again: "The temple is still small, otherwise it would be inconvenient to go out, but I can still walk around. Alas..."
Finally, Fang Zheng yawned. Out of boredom, Fang Zheng had an idea and called Hong Boy back.
"Master, what are you doing?" Honghai'er asked.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "It's okay. Seeing that you are so tired, you should rest first and I will help you take care of the temple."
Hong Boy was stunned. Fang Zheng helped take care of the temple? How to take care of it
Just as he was wondering, Fang Zheng cast Dream Yellow Liang, and the next moment, he turned into Red Boy, smiled slightly, and walked out.
Hong Hai'er grinned, shook his head and said: "I see, it's rare to have leisure time, surf the Internet and sleep."
No matter what Red Boy was doing in the backyard, Fang Zheng took a look at Salted Fish, who was sitting on the altar with money thrown at him, and then sat in front of Salted Fish, with a small table in front of him. There was a teapot on the table. The tea was from ancient trees in the mountains. Ji Han gave it to Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng was not the kind of person who kept good things for his guests, so he drank it himself as soon as possible.
There was a futon on the ground and he just sat there.
Sipping tea, watching the pilgrims coming and going, and listening to everyone's quiet discussions from time to time, Fang Zheng felt that such a life would be interesting.
Just when Fang Zheng was squinting his eyes, drinking tea, and listening to the story in ecstasy, suddenly everything went dark, and a figure appeared in front of him!
This man is very tall, looking up to that one, it looks like a hill!
Fangzheng was startled, and looked up to see a strong man sitting across from him! The man had a stubby hair, a mustache on his chin, and his eyes were so fat that they were slits. Sitting there, it's like there are two big words written on the top of your head - funny!
However, Fang Zheng did not smile. Instead, he clasped his hands together, saluted the other party, and said, "Amitabha, donor, are you okay?"
"Young monk, they all say that the monks of your Yizhi Temple have profound Buddhist teachings. Do you think you can help me solve my doubts?" the strong man asked.
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "The poor monk has little talent and knowledge. If the donor doesn't mind, you can ask. But if the poor monk can't answer, don't blame the donor."
When the strong man heard this, he immediately smiled: "You tell the truth, okay, then I'll ask."
Fang Zheng smiled and nodded.
The strong man's smile gradually faded, and he asked: "Little... um... Master, okay, Master, actually I don't believe in Buddhism. I came with a friend, and he went inside to burn incense. I have nothing to do, so I see you sitting there I'm having tea here, so I came over out of curiosity to sit there. I asked some questions along the way, so don't be offended."
Fang Zheng didn't expect that this strong man was very funny, but he was a good person, not pretentious, not pretentious, and reasonable and restrained.
So Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Donor, just ask."
The strong man said: "Actually, I have never been able to figure it out. You said that good people have to go through eighty-one hardships to become a Buddha. Why do bad people become Buddhas when they put down the butcher's knife? After all, Buddha is too biased towards evil people. ? If this is the case, if you want to become a Buddha, wouldn't it be faster to become a villain first and then put down the butcher's knife?"
Fang Zheng heard this and shook his head with a smile. He had answered this question before. The person who answered for the first time seemed to be the dirty queen Zhu Lin, and later she also talked about it alone.
But this time, Fang Zheng was not going to explain anymore, but smiled and said: "Donor, since you are bored, let me tell you a story."
The other party was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: You don't want to give me an answer, but you want to tell me a story? What's this
However, the strong man seemed to have no intention of continuing to embarrass Fang Zheng. Since he couldn't answer, let's just listen to the story. Anyway, it’s just to kill boredom.
So the strong man nodded, and then glanced at the teapot and teacup in front of Fang with his small eyes, as if to say: "Look, I have been sitting here for a long time. As the master, shouldn't you also give me a cup? Be civilized and polite. , do you understand?”
Fang Zheng smiled back at the strong man, then picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea under the expectant gaze of the strong man, and drank it himself! Then, with a look of astonishment on the strong man's face, he said calmly: "On a cold day, it's really comfortable to drink something warm."
The strong man's face turned dark when he heard this. If he hadn't endured it, he would have had the urge to overturn the table.
Fang Zheng ignored him and continued: "Once upon a time, there was a young monk who saw an ant nest on the mountain. The young monk thought it was fun, so he got boiling water and poured it into the ant hole. As a result, all the ants died. The young monk was very sad and sat there. Then cry loudly."
(End of chapter)