Hong Jing sighed: "Hey... How can I be bright when I am born with Yu..." After saying that, Hong Jing rubbed the little monk's head lovingly and said: "Yixing, this time the master's promise to you may change. It was Master who delayed you..."
"Master, don't say that. The word "destiny" means "destiny" and "destiny". If fate is not there, no matter how many calculations you make, it will be useless. A group of young monks can see things clearly." A group of young monks said with a smile.
Hong Jing's mood improved a lot, but he still sighed: "After the Spring Festival Prayer Ceremony, there is an internal Buddhist Dharma exchange meeting every year. Every year, one person is selected from among the rookies to lecture in public. Not to mention that he can After receiving guidance from many masters such as Zen Master Baiyun, the point is that if the teaching is good, the understanding is high, and it is recognized by everyone, the temple where it is located will definitely rise and its reputation will greatly increase.
Being a teacher also has selfish motives. Yi Xing, you have been very enlightened since you were a child, and you are a rare genius. In the past few years, talented disciples continued to appear in Baiyun Temple and other monasteries. I was afraid that you could not compare with them, so I did not sign you up and kept you hidden. It wasn't until this year, after it was confirmed that no one in the major monasteries was your opponent, that I signed up for you.
Who would have thought that someone even more evil than a monster would appear on the way, Fang Zheng! Crossing the river with a reed..." Hongjing closed his eyes at this point, in despair! If nothing else, just crossing the river with a reed can push Fang Zheng to the throne of this year's Newcomer King, preaching scriptures. !
However, Yi Xing smiled disapprovingly and said: "Master, I have never seen you worry so much about gains and losses in the past years. What happened this year? Although this opportunity is rare, look at Zen Master Hongyan, isn't he also the abbot of a small or medium-sized temple? However, just because of his superb Buddhist teachings , even Zen Master Baiyun must treat each other with courtesy. In the past, you also told me that fame and wealth are vain, but only Buddhism is true. Today, you..." At this point, I didn't say a word.
Hong Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "You little brat, I've been lectured by you today." Then, Hong Jing shook his head and said: "But it's different now. A pilgrim came a while ago and wanted to help us expand. Temple. Once expanded, the size of our temple will reach the size of a medium-sized temple, which is a qualitative leap. However, the other party has been hesitant recently, hesitating whether to donate to another temple or our temple. I want to take advantage of this opportunity. , destroy the reputation of our Jinzhu Temple and completely overwhelm Xuanlong Temple."
"Uh, there is still this matter? Master, why didn't you tell me earlier?" The group was stunned.
Hong Jing smiled bitterly and said: "Told me earlier? Tell you? Is there any use? I won't let you compete for this spot with utilitarianism. If you want to go to hell, just be a teacher."
The group was silent for a long time before asking: "Master, what do you say now?"
"Now? The dust has settled. With Fang Zheng, we have no hope. You know it, that's all. Okay, let's eat quickly." After Hong Jing finished speaking, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
The group also ate slowly, but there was a glimmer of light in their big eyes - crossing the river with a reed
Fangzheng had a fairly comfortable meal. He didn't eat a few bites of rice and a lot of vegetables. Although they are all vegetarian dishes, the vegetarian dishes at Baiyun Temple are much better than those at Yizhi Temple!
Fang Zheng is not very good at cooking, so the green vegetables at Yizhi Temple are basically just stewed in a big pot. But Baiyun Temple is different. There are all kinds of ways to bake, stir-fry, and deep-fry. Although it is green vegetables, the finished product is extremely delicate, and the taste is sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy.
It may only be palatable to others, but for Fang Zheng, who eats rice and stews randomly every day, it is a feast for the eyes. It was extremely comfortable to eat. The only pity was that the rice was far inferior to crystal rice, but I tolerated it anyway.
After the meal, everyone dispersed, and a monk from Baiyun Temple arranged for everyone to stay.
Fang Zheng looked at the brightly lit houses with few windows and thought about the environment of Yizhi Temple. He couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of Baiyun Temple, the conditions are good."
After getting on the bed, Fang Zheng fell asleep and said nothing all night.
The next day, in order to welcome the Spring Festival Prayer Assembly, all the monks rehearsed briefly. The whole process, Fang Zheng just followed along, getting into position when it was time to chant sutras and chanting sutras, it was quite simple.
At this moment, a monk ran over and said, "Amitabha, Abbot Fangzheng, do you have a photo of Yi Zhi Temple?"
"Uh, why do you need a photo?" Fang Zheng asked subconsciously.
The monk smiled honestly and said: "Well... We didn't find any relevant pictures of your temple before, and the posters we made were all paintings. When the abbot saw it, he was very angry and reprimanded the brothers. Let's get a picture, but ..." At this point, the monk couldn't continue, and his dark skin turned a little red.
Fang Zheng suddenly laughed, then clasped his hands and saluted: "Amitabha, I don't blame you for this, it's the poor monk. The Yizhi Temple is too small, so it's normal that I can't find it on the Internet. The poor monk has photos here, and I will pass them on now. You're fine."
The monk thought Fang Zheng would be angry and was prepared to be scolded. Even when I came over to ask for a photo this time, I just lost the guessing game and came here. He never expected that Fang Zheng, the legendary abbot, would be so easy-going. The black-faced monk immediately burst into laughter, took the photo, and left happily.
Fang Zheng looked at the monk's back, wiped his nose, and said with a smile: "Who said the monks in Baiyun Temple are all arrogant? I think they are all quite good..."
Until now, Fang Zheng still doesn't know his status. Crossing the river with a reed, the legacy of Patriarch Bodhidharma, put together, his status has already risen. He is a star among the monks, and most of the monks came here after hearing the legendary stories of Bodhidharma. Crossing the river with a reed is even more popular. Even if you can’t see Bodhidharma, you will naturally gain points and be in awe when you see Fang Zheng.
Knowing that his Yizhi Temple was finally going to be on the billboard and its reputation was finally going to really spread, Fang Zheng was a little excited.
He didn't go anywhere else, so he squatted at the entrance of Baiyun Temple where the advertising billboard was placed and waited.
More than ten minutes later, the black-faced monk came over with several monks. After greeting Fang Zheng, he hung up the brand new poster. Fang Zheng looked at the big golden characters on the gate of Yi Zhi Temple above and smiled: "Dad Yi Zhi, our Yi Zhi Temple has finally been hung at the entrance of Baiyun Temple. Did you see it?"
In a happy mood, Fang Zheng returned to the meditation room, took out the scriptures he was going to recite tomorrow, and started reciting them to prepare for tomorrow.
At this moment, there was a noise outside.
Fang Zheng went out to take a look and saw a few monks pointing at the roof and shouting something. Fang Zheng looked up and saw a red monkey's butt disappearing into the woods.
Then Fangzheng heard a monk saying dissatisfiedly: "This monkey is too much. He comes to the temple every now and then to steal things. He stole tributes a while ago, and now he's attacking the Buddha statues. Alas... If I hadn't been a monk, if he hadn't protected me Animal, I have to beat him until he can't take care of himself!"
"There is no other way to protect animals and living ancestors. Let's go, just drive them away, hey..." Another monk complained.
Fang Zheng watched helplessly as a few powerful monks took a monkey, and he suddenly became happy. It turned out that he was not the only one being harassed by animals! Thinking about the squirrel who was still confident when he stole things, Fang Zheng immediately regained his balance.
He returned to his room and continued to meditate. At midnight, Fang Zheng got hungry, so he took out his package and looked for crystal rice balls to eat, and then...
"Where's my rice ball?!" Fang Zheng looked at the empty package and almost cursed his mother in anger. Fortunately, he had been pretending to be a monk for a long time and could hold it back. But I still screamed in my heart: "That bastard is such a grandson, and he stole a few rice balls? Is there any stealing? Don't you know that stealing from the rich is not from the poor? Don't you even know that thieves are good?"
Gululu…
His stomach was churning. Fang Zheng touched his belly and opened the door, wondering if he should go find something to eat.
Just then, there was a crash in the tree.
Fang Zheng looked up and saw a shadow squatting on the tree, grinning at him.
Fang Zheng looked carefully and saw that it was a long-haired white monkey!
Seeing the monkey and thinking about what happened during the day, Fang Zheng slapped his forehead and shouted: "Monkey, did you steal my rice ball?"
Ga? ! The monkey was startled and looked at Fang Zheng with a strange expression. Then he pointed at Fang Zheng tremblingly and said, "Can you speak?"
Fang Zheng's old face darkened, how come animals behave like this when they hear him speak? I completely forgot that if an animal could talk, I guess everyone would be so virtuous...
Fang Zheng said: "Of course the poor monk can speak. Stop talking nonsense. Where is the poor monk's rice balls?"
"I'll give you a rice ball and I'll tell you." Monkey scratched his butt and looked at Fang Zheng with a look of disgust, but when he looked at Fang Zheng's room, his eyes were burning.
Fang Zheng didn’t need to ask. After spending so much time with animals, these simple guys had almost everything written on their faces and could understand it at a glance! So Fang Zheng said: "You stole my rice balls and you still want them? You made the poor monk starve. What are you going to do about this?"
"Is that rice ball really yours?" Monkey stared at Fang Zheng and asked.
"Nonsense, there is no other family in the world!" Fang Zheng said confidently.
"Really or not? I think you are similar to those stupid monkeys who have no hair and can't climb trees. Why don't they have it if you have it? Did you pick all the peaches in the whole family by yourself?" the monkey asked seriously.
Fang Zheng was speechless. He found that it was indeed difficult to discuss such cross-racial issues with this country bumpkin monkey whom he had never met before.
So he went straight to the topic and said: "Stop talking about useless things. This is my home. What you took from my home is not stealing? @#￥#@… 0"
"Okay, stop inking. Why don't I just eat your two rice balls? What's your name? Mr. Monkey eats as many things as those hairless monkeys, but he hasn't seen them with ink like you." The monkey shouted impatiently .
Fang Zheng was shocked that he was disliked by the monkey! Fang Zheng held back his anger and asked curiously: "Then what do they do?"
"Throwing brooms, smashing peaches, etc., jumping and squealing, they are quite enthusiastic anyway, but they are a bit clumsy. But they are more straightforward than you. They often shout and then take action. No one is as clueless as you." Monkey said seriously.
Fang Zheng: "@#￥@%... This monkey really takes other people's kindness as a fool!"
(End of chapter)