At this moment, Zhu Lin saw another version of herself walking over from a distance, followed by two people. She could not see clearly. She was chatting about something while walking. It seemed that she was very happy...
The faces of the two people beside him were blurry, but some features could be seen in the blur. Zhu Lin studied art and was very good at capturing details. She could outline a person's general appearance with just a few glances.
Just as she was looking carefully, the picture shattered...
Zhu Lin only felt that the sun was dazzling in front of her eyes, and she subconsciously used her hands to block it. After getting used to it, Zhu Lin discovered that Fang Zheng was gone! The mysterious little monk with his back to the sun, a bit Zen-like, just disappeared!
Zhu Lin looked at the ferry in the distance and sighed: "He is indeed an expert... What just happened was an illusion or a dream. It felt so real."
Zhu Lin looked into the distance, clasped her hands and said, "Thank you, Master, for your advice. If you encounter him in the future, be careful."
After saying that, Zhu Lin turned around and left.
And at this moment, where is Fang Zheng? Did he really disappear like an expert outside the world? of course not…
"Who is so wicked? Where's the manhole cover?!" Fang Zheng looked up at the sky in great depression. Yes, after he cast Yi Meng Huang Liang, in order to avoid all kinds of troublesome explanations, he really planned to run away, but he ended up leaving. In a hurry, he took too long a step and fell directly into the sewer.
Fortunately, the sewer was dry and looked abandoned, and his moon-white monk's robe protected him from being dirty and smelly.
Climbing up, I happened to see Zhu Lin's retreating back. He shook his head slightly and saw that Fang Zheng also went to the ferry.
"Sorry, there's no room left. You can wait for the next boat." A tall and thick-set man stopped Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng looked at the boat that was not yet full and said, "Amitabha, donor, isn't there still room on the boat?"
"Sorry, there are only so many people on our boat. You should wait for the next one." After the man said that, he jumped on the boat, started, and left.
Fangzheng was confused, what was going on? However, Fang Zheng also discovered that something seemed a little wrong.
Fang Zheng waited for a while, and the next boat arrived. As a result, Fang Zheng wanted to board the boat, but was still blocked. The last person on the ferry said directly to Fang Zheng: "Little monk, don't bother, let me tell you this. You have offended others, and our boats will not pull you. If you have the ability, just swim over. Otherwise, let’s think about how to solve the problem.”
Fang Zheng was even more confused. Apart from a few thieves, he hadn't offended anyone along the way.
After thinking about it, Fang Zheng couldn't think of one, two, three. He looked at the ferry going back and forth across the river, but he couldn't get across, and he was a little anxious.
Although the Spring Festival Dharma Assembly will be held the day after tomorrow, today is the day when monks from many temples gather together. After all, such a large Dharma assembly gathers so many monks from different temples, so it is normal to make arrangements in advance. According to the rules, those temples that do not arrive today will be disqualified from participating in the Spring Festival Prayer Ceremony. This is still light. The point is, Baiyun Temple took the initiative to send you an invitation, but you won’t come? Isn’t this a slap in Baiyun Temple’s face? Invisibly, it will definitely offend people, and I will never think of coming to the Spring Festival Prayer Assembly at Baiyun Temple again in the future.
Even when there are activities in other temples, they will not bother themselves with shameless people like this.
Therefore, if this matter is not resolved, there will be endless troubles!
Fang Zheng was also a little anxious, wandering back and forth by the river, thinking about how to cross the river...
On the other side of the river, an old man sat on a wooden pile and smoked a cigarette.
Beside, a monk stood and said with a smile: "Mr. Du, thank you very much for this matter."
"Hmph, a Buddhist scum still wants to participate in the Spring Festival Prayer Ceremony?! Don't worry, Wu Ming, this monk will either swim over or watch from the other side. The ferry on the Baijiang River must give me some face. I If he doesn't speak, no one will pick him up!" Mr. Du knocked on his cigarette and sneered.
Wu Ming smiled and said: "That's right, Mr. Du is highly respected in this area. As for Fang Zheng, hey... I won't talk about him anymore, I feel so worried. He is a good child, but he doesn't eat fast and chant Buddha's name, and he deceives and abducts... hey... "
"Wu Ming, what you said about him cheating on the female donor and setting fire secretly in order to make others believe him are all true?" Mr. Du was still a little doubtful.
Wu Ming said: "Mr. Du, I don't dare to say anything true or false, but there have been rumors in the local area for a long time. How can the shadow of a famous tree be so different?"
Mr. Du nodded and said, "That's true. I'm not familiar with that monk, but you're a good guy."
Wu Ming said: "That's natural, Mr. Du, I'll go to the mountain to have a look, and I'll leave this to you."
"Go ahead. This gathering is in Wangxiangya. You can see clearly what's going on here. If anything happens, I'll send someone to find you." Old Du said.
Wu Ming was overjoyed and hurriedly said goodbye and left.
"As expected, I'm looking at my hometown, haha... Very good. I'm holding a Spring Festival prayer meeting while watching this stupid boy sitting in a daze and helpless by the river, haha... Wonderful, wonderful! It's a relief!" Wu Ming was happy in his heart and hummed. Xiao Qu went up the mountain, and he seemed to have seen the scene where Fang Zheng returned to Yizhi Temple in despair and then closed the door.
Wu Ming went up the mountain and saw that people from major temples were almost here. Wu Ming whispered in Hong Xiang's ear: "Go down the mountain and take a closer look. Don't make any mistakes in the matter of Founder."
"Don't worry, Senior Brother Wuming, Mr. Du is my uncle. I promise to help you handle this matter!" After saying that, Hongxiang went down the mountain.
Hongxiang came down the mountain and sat side by side with Mr. Du. Looking at Fang Zheng who was lingering across the river without leaving, he laughed and thought to himself: "Boy, if you make us less incense, I will make it impossible for you to open the temple... Hum hum. …”
Fang Zheng is really a little depressed now. How can he cross the river even if the ferry doesn't take him.
Just when Fang Zheng had no clue, a splash of water suddenly appeared on the river. Fang Zheng had a flash of inspiration and said with a smile: "Yes!"
Fang Zheng knelt down and said to the river, "Are there any fish?"
Hongxiang, who was on the other side of the river, saw Fang Zheng suddenly squatting by the river, muttering something, scratched his head and said, "Uncle, what is that guy doing?"
"Uncle, what kind of uncle? You don't have any consciousness at all? No wonder Baiyun Temple doesn't want you. Remember, call me benefactor from now on! You have already become a monk, do you understand?" Mr. Du scolded.
Hongxiang quickly changed his words: "Amitabha, this poor monk knows. Donor, what is that person doing?"
"Who knows what he's doing? He's babbling at the river. He's crazy..." Mr. Du said disapprovingly.
At this moment, Mr. Du's eyes suddenly straightened. He was an old fisherman and didn't know anything else. He was very good at rowing, watching water, and watching fish! He was very sure that there were schools of fish around the monk!
"Why are the fish gathering at the ferry at this time? There should be no fish at the ferry..." Mr. Du was puzzled. As for asking people to go fishing? Fishing is prohibited in this section of Baijiang and Baiyun Temple, so these fish are not in danger.
Hongxiang beside him didn't understand this. He only saw flowers turning on the water and was a little curious.
(End of chapter)