"Hello, Master Fangzheng, come and sit down together." Zhu Lin's mother looked kind and kind. After seeing Fangzheng, she smiled.
Fang Zheng returned the courtesy and followed him into the village.
Because of Baiyun Temple, Baiyun Village has also developed a tourism economy. The villagers are relatively wealthy, and every family has a car, and everyone is beaming with joy. At the same time, every house has something related to Buddhism to some extent, and the cultural atmosphere is very strong.
The Chinese New Year has just ended, and the couplets and lanterns have not been picked up, and everything is in full bloom.
Seeing this, Fang Zheng finally understood why Wang Yougui was so happy when he heard that he had received the invitation from Baiyun Temple. The prosperity of a temple can indeed bring substantial benefits to the villagers. At least for the poor mountain valley of Yizhi Village, it is indeed a good way.
Zhu Lin's home is also a rural compound, with yards at the front and back, and three large tile-roofed houses in the middle with bright windows and bright lights.
Zhu Lin rushed the fastest, followed closely by Zhu Lin's mother. Fang Zheng was walking at the back with his luggage. He vaguely heard someone whispering: "It's not easy for Zhu Lin's mother. She stands at the entrance of the village every day waiting for nothing." , as soon as a car came, I went up to take a look. I finally got my daughter back today... "
When Fang Zheng heard this, his heart trembled. Looking at Zhu Lin's mother who was not walking fast in front of him, he felt warm in his heart. Is this maternal love
Fang Zheng looked up at the sky and thought of the time when he went back to Yizhi Mountain during vacation when he was a child. Every time, Yizhi Zen Master stood at the foot of the mountain to pick him up as if he knew he was coming back. At that time, Fang Zheng really thought that Yizhi Zen Master could predict the future and that everything was told to him by the Buddha. Only now did Fang Zheng understand that Zen Master Yizhi was probably waiting for him at the foot of the mountain every day...
"Master? Come on! There's delicious food!" Zhu Lin's voice came from far away. Fang Zheng smiled slightly, then quickly stepped forward and supported Zhu Lin's mother who almost fell down after stepping on a wooden stick.
"Thank you." Zhu Lin's mother said.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "It's the poor monk who should thank you. You let the poor monk know something that he didn't know at all."
Zhu Lin's mother looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously, and Fang Zheng smiled. Zhu Lin urged on the other side, and the two of them quickly caught up without saying anything.
Zhu Lin's mother and Zhu Lin's father were both honest people who were not good at words. Zhu Lin was also tired. After a few words, they arranged for Fang Zheng to sleep next door.
There was nothing to say all night. The next day, at dawn, Fang Zheng was already up before the rooster went to work.
Fang Zheng, who was used to getting up early, discovered that there was no Buddhist temple for him to clean. After thinking about it for a while, I just sat cross-legged on the kang and chanted sutras.
At this moment, Zhu Lin came in and said suspiciously: "Master, where are your shoes?"
The moon-white monk's robes could cover the tops of his feet, so Zhu Lin didn't know that Fang Zheng was not wearing shoes.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said, "The poor monk never wears shoes and is used to walking barefoot."
"Barefoot?!" Zhu Lin's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief on her face.
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Is it weird? You used to..."
"Shh! -" Zhu Lin quickly made a gesture of silence, and then lowered her voice and said: "Don't say anything about this. If my mother finds out, she will kill me. Master, are you going to Baiyun Temple today?"
"Yes, is there any problem?" Fang Zheng asked.
"It's okay, it's just a pity that I can't go. I can only take you to the ferry, and then you can just get on the boat." Zhu Lin said.
"Oh, do you want to buy a ticket?" Fang Zheng was a little worried because he didn't have much money.
"That's the ferry from Baiyun Temple. How can there be a fee? However, there is a merit box at the pier. If you want to donate, just put some money in it. If you don't want to, just get on the boat." Zhu Lin explained, then stared at Fang Zheng and said: " Master, you really don’t wear shoes?”
Fang Zheng went down to the ground and said, "Of course the poor monk doesn't wear shoes."
"Tsk, tsk... awesome! Really awesome!" Zhu Lin gave a thumbs up.
Fang Zheng was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed!
The scenery in front of me suddenly changed...
In an unfamiliar environment, Zhu Lin answered the phone and walked while talking: "Really?! I can make a movie? Okay, where can I interview?"
The scene turned, and in a community, Zhu Lin was taken into the building by a man, and then she made a cry for help, with ping-pong sounds, and finally Zhu Lin jumped from the window...
The screen shattered…
"Master? Master?!" Seeing that Fang Zheng was distracted, Zhu Lin asked curiously.
Fang Zheng suddenly came to his senses, but his heart felt cold! Although the Sky Eye can be opened and closed at will, Fang Zheng has been on the mountain and has long been accustomed to opening it at any time. Along the way, Fang Zheng met a lot of people, but he didn't see anything bad. I never expected that I would see a bloody disaster on Zhu Lin!
Fang Zheng took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "It's okay, the poor monk was distracted just now. Donor, have you had anything good come to your door recently?"
Zhu Lin shook her head and said, "No, there are a lot of bad things. What's wrong?"
Fang Zheng said: "It's okay, donor. If you encounter any good things that suddenly come to your door in the past week, you must think twice before you act! Remember, remember!"
"Master, what do you mean? Can you please make it clear?" Zhu Lin asked, seeing Fang Zheng's serious look.
Fang Zheng also wanted to say something, but the secret must not be leaked. Just stick to some words and say too much, which would be trouble.
After thinking for a while, Fang Zheng shook his head and said nothing.
At this time, Zhu Lin's mother called everyone to eat, and Zhu Lin did not ask further questions, but she kept thinking about what Fang Zheng meant. Is Fangzheng an ordinary monk? Of course Zhu Lin didn't think so. She had seen Fang Zheng's abilities before. He could twist the knife with his bare hands and he was like a superman. Zhu Lin, who was deeply affected by the Internet, already regarded Fang Zheng as an outsider or a superman.
Therefore, although Fang Zheng only mentioned it, she took it to heart.
After dinner, Zhu Lin sent Fang Zheng to the ferry. When they arrived at the ferry, Zhu Lin said: "Master, the ferry is ahead. Just follow everyone on the boat. The Spring Festival Dharma Ceremony will start in two days, and I will go and take a look. It will be broadcast live, please leave the country."
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Amitabha, see you then. Donor, before I leave, the poor monk will give you a painting. If you encounter one, be careful."
"Painting? What painting?" Zhu Lin looked at Fang Zheng in astonishment.
Fang Zheng's back was facing the sun, and the sunlight was draped on Fang Zheng's body, giving him a somewhat Zen and sacred feeling, the next moment.
"Amitabha!"
The world in front of Zhu Lin collapsed with a bang, and then she discovered that she actually appeared in Heishan City! Zhu Lin looked around and exclaimed: "How is this possible? Why am I here?"
This place is both strange and familiar to Zhu Lin. Strange because she has never been here before, but familiar because she has seen it on TV and the Internet. This is a high-end community.
(End of chapter)