"Fangzheng, don't do these mysterious things. Just tell me, how did you renovate your temple? Where did you get the money for the renovation?" Yang Ping was an accountant, so he naturally knew how poor the Yi Zhi Temple was. Well, I also know that it will cost a lot of money to renovate this temple. I also knew that Fang was a poor student with no money. Monk Yizhi went to extreme poverty just to support Fang Zheng in studying. This temple was suddenly renovated, and he always felt that it was abnormal.
Wang Yougui also said: "Fang Zheng, you have to explain this matter clearly. My uncle is not greedy for anything from you, but your matter is too strange. I'm afraid someone will do something bad to you."
Tan Juguo didn't say anything, the worry in his eyes already explained everything.
Fang Zheng then smiled and said: "Accountant Yang, Uncle Wang, Grandpa Tan, you think too much. I have to thank you for this."
"Thank us?" The three of them were confused.
Fang Zheng looked at Yang Ping and said, "A few days ago, Brother Yang sent me a document from the government. I became the abbot of the Yizhi Temple. That day, I saw the Buddha in my dream. The Buddha said that I was ten years old. You, a kind man, can fulfill one of my reasonable wishes in this life.
I said, I want to revive the old man Yi Zhi. The Buddha refused and said that the old man had gone to the Western Heaven to become a Buddha and could not be reborn in the world.
When I heard that my old man had become a Buddha, I definitely couldn't drag him back and suffer all over again. So I changed my request and asked Buddha to help me repair the temple. But Buddha asked me to clean the temple. If the temple was cleaned well, he would repair it for me. The next day I cleaned the temple and it was spotless. Unexpectedly, the Buddha really appeared, and the temple looked like this. "
Fang Zheng said truthfully and falsely, he just changed the system to Buddha and hid some things. Not that I'm lying...
At least the system didn't come out to punish him, so he felt relieved.
After hearing what Fang Zheng said, Yang Ping, Wang Yougui, and Tan Juguo looked at each other. To say they believe it is a bit ridiculous. Since the reform and opening up, they have not believed in these superstitious things for a long time. If you don’t believe it, such a huge change in three or two days is simply beyond human power and cannot be explained by common sense!
In the end, the three of them acquiesced to Fang Zheng's rhetoric. Anyway, there was no better rhetoric.
Tan Juguo said: "Fang Zheng, just know this matter yourself and don't tell anyone else. If anyone asks, just say that the village paid for the repairs for you, and I will help you solve the rest."
Yang Ping flatly said: "Secretary Tan, what age are we? Ghosts and gods cannot be believed, but Buddha allows belief. Although I firmly believe in materialism, I do not object to other people's beliefs."
"What a mess." Wang Yougui glared at Yang Ping and changed the subject: "Fangzheng, what's the delicious food in your kitchen? Why does it taste so good?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "This is me..." After saying this, Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he couldn't keep it to himself, so he changed his words and said, "This is the rice grown by the poor monk himself."
"Haha... You little guy has started to speak monk language. Okay, you are the host now, so you should be. What, bring me a bowl of your rice and let me have a taste." Wang Yougui scolded with a smile.
After Wang Yougui finished speaking, he had already opened his posture and was waiting to eat.
Yang Ping hurriedly said: "There is also me, I want to eat too! By the way, give Uncle Tan a bowl too!"
The three of them looked at Fang Zheng with burning eyes. They had no choice but to do it. The smell of the rice was so alluring. It was so fragrant that it made people salivate in their mouths and growl in their stomachs. If they didn't eat it, they would panic.
However, Fang Zheng shook his head slightly and said, "No."
"What?" Wang Yougui became anxious and shouted: "Fangzheng, what's our relationship? You lived in our house when you were in school, didn't you miss meals? You've eaten a lot from such a big bowl. Now, I can’t even eat a bowl of rice from you?”
Yang Ping was also upset, and hummed in support: "It's okay if I don't eat. Uncle Tan helped you a lot back then, so why don't I just eat a bowl of rice from you?"
After thinking for a while, Fang Zheng pointed at the temple and said, "Don't get excited, everyone. Look at my temple. Is it different from other big temples?"
Yang Ping looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see the reason. He shook his head and said: "It's not different, isn't it just to worship the Bodhisattva?"
Tan Juguo suddenly said: "You kid, you thought you could be more tactful after going to school, but why are you still as stubborn as that old monk? Really, you haven't learned anything yet, it's just optical..." Although Tan Juguo was there... He was scolding, but he was laughing and scolding, obviously not angry.
"Uncle Tan, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Yang Ping asked.
Tan Juguo said: "This temple is a small temple. The Wei Tuo at the entrance of the main hall is holding a magic pestle with two pumps. This is to tell us that his temple is too small and does not care about food and accommodation. This is a rule and he cannot break it. Back then, he pointed at the monk and He refused anyone to stay overnight, which offended many people."
Wang Yougui heard the words and said earnestly: "Fang Zheng, it is important to have principles as a human being, but you also need to be more flexible. If you want to develop this temple, in today's society, it is not possible to be flexible."
Fangzheng clasped his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, thank you Uncle Wang for your teaching. However, since a poor monk has entered Buddhism, he should follow the rules of Buddhism. How can he cross it casually?"
Yang Ping said impatiently: "After talking so much, why don't you give me food? If you don't give me food, I won't leave!" Yang Ping was really hungry. He didn't eat in the morning, so he went hiking. , and now smelling such a delicious smell, the gluttons in his stomach almost rebelled and occupied the high ground of his brain.
Wang Yougui looked at Fang Zheng eagerly. Tan Juguo said nothing, but his meaning was very clear. He also wanted to eat!
Fang Zheng gave a wry smile and silently asked the system: "How do you repay yesterday's kindness today?"
"The cause will be tomorrow's cause and the result today. If you don't repay it, there will be cause and effect. If you repay it, the cause and effect will be cut off."
Fang Zheng understood, smiled slightly and said: "In that case, let's make an agreement. Today's meal is considered a favor from me. You can eat it, but you can't come back for it in the future, otherwise I will really break the rules. Of course. , if the temple expands and can accommodate us, and a few uncles are willing to come, the poor monks will sweep their couches to welcome them."
"That's pretty much it. Stop talking so much and serve the food quickly!" Wang Yougui beamed with joy and smiled broadly.
Fang Zheng then turned back and entered the kitchen. At this time, the meal was just ready.
Lifting the lid of the pot, white heat steamed up, and as the aroma of rice spread, the originally light aroma became rich, as if there was sugar in the air, and it smelled sweet!
Everyone swallowed subconsciously and stretched their necks to look inside, unable to wait any longer.
Only then did Fang Zheng sadly realize that he had only cooked for one person! How to divide this
Wang Yougui saw that Fang was in a daze, so he urged: "Fang Zheng, what are you doing? Hurry up, uncle is starving to death!"
(End of chapter)