Fang Zheng was stunned. He didn't expect Tan Juguo to praise him so highly. Is he a profound Buddhist? Fang Zheng doesn't think so. At most, he just thinks on the bright side of everything. However, Fangzheng still turned sideways, stepped aside, and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk has only read a few volumes of scriptures, and it is not a profound Buddhist teaching. Please come in. If you have any questions, the poor monk will try his best to answer them."
Shi Dazhu nodded and said, "Follow Fang Zheng into the temple."
Sitting casually on the big stone that was used as a stool under the bodhi tree, Fang Zheng brought out two bowls of water. Shi Dazhu took them and thanked him, but did not drink. Instead, he said hurriedly: "Abbot Fang Zheng, I have a son. This kid is quite smart, but I don’t know why, but he just has no ambition. Every time he is asked to go out to see the world, he doesn’t go out to see the world. He just works at home. What do you think he can do with farming in this era? I I talked about him several times, but the kid didn't hear about it at all. He even made trouble with me several times and was so angry that he ran away for several days before coming back. Hey, Abbot Fangzheng, do you think it's easy for me? I also want him to be well, and he He is still young, it is better to go out and see the world than to stay in the village? Abbot Fangzheng, do you think there is any way to let him go out?"
Fang Zheng smiled slightly, said nothing, took a sip of rootless purified water, and then said slowly: "Donor, can I tell you a story?"
"Ah?" Shi Dazhu was stunned for a moment. He came to ask why he was just listening to a story? However, Shi Dazhu nodded politely and expressed his willingness to listen.
Fang Zheng then said: "In ancient times, there was a country with a national master. The national master had a high status in the country, but he was old and wanted to find someone to entrust his mantle. There was no one else around him, but there was a waiter. The waiter was honest. He respected the Imperial Master very much and took care of him very carefully day and night. So the Imperial Master wanted to choose this waiter to entrust him with his mantle, so one night, he suddenly shouted to the waiter: "Buddha?" ""
Shi Dazhu said: "Calling Buddha to the waiter? Who dares to agree to this?"
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Yes, the waiter thought so too. He knelt down quickly, shook his head and said, "I am a waiter, not the Buddha. You called me the wrong one, National Master. "
The next night, the imperial master called the waiter again: "Buddha?"
The waiter still knelt down and shook his head saying that he was not.
It was like this for three consecutive days. Seeing this, the Imperial Preceptor sighed helplessly: "The iron shackles have no holes and require people to bear them. It affects the children and grandchildren. If you want to hold up the door and hold the door, you have to go up the mountain of swords barefoot." Not long after, the Imperial Preceptor After passing away, the waiter remains the waiter, nothing changes.”
"What do you mean?" Shi Dazhu didn't understand either.
Fang Zheng looked at the bodhi tree above his head and said: "Although this national master has profound Buddhist teachings, he is old and lonely. He presses the head of a cow to eat grass in order to make him awaken. However, the waiter is just a waiter, not a Buddha. How can he consciousness?"
Shi Dazhu suddenly realized: "What Abbot Fang Zheng means is that I used the wrong method? What should I do?"
Fang Zheng smiled slightly, took the water in the bowl and sprinkled it on the ground.
Shi Dazhu looked at it and said with confusion: "What do you mean?"
Fang Zheng said: "Look at this water, you don't care about it, it just flows down. But..." As he spoke, Fang Zheng used his fingers to draw a channel on the edge of the water, and the water followed the trend.
Shi Dazhu slapped his forehead and shouted: "I understand! Take advantage of the situation? Thank you, master, I understand!"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk Fang Zheng does not deserve the title of master."
"Master, you're welcome! I'll definitely do it!" Shi Dazhu thanked him repeatedly, then drank a bowl of water and said: "Master Fangzheng, what the hell, I'm leaving first... Huh? This water... Why does it taste so good?"
Fang Zheng said: "My mood is better, everything is fine."
Shi Dazhu didn't think much, said goodbye and left, running and bumping all the way down the mountain.
Fang Zheng looked at Shi Dazhu's back and felt a little sad. He was so happy to have a child with parents.
"System, the famous mission Poor Monk has been completed. Are there no follow-up missions?" Fang Zheng suddenly asked curiously.
"You have completed all the novice tasks. Now Yizhi Temple has achieved a little fame and is expected to stabilize. Therefore, the way the system releases tasks has also changed. Future tasks will be based on Yizhi Temple. It is decided based on the number of pilgrims. There are currently no pilgrims who meet the conditions for releasing the mission, so there are currently none.”
"Okay." Fang Zheng was a little disappointed. Although the system tasks were a little weird every time, the rewards made Fang Zheng drool. Moreover, if you look closely, those tasks are not impossible, and they are things that Founder will do regardless of whether there is a system or not. Since you will do it no matter what, and you can still get benefits, then it is equivalent to making money in vain. Now that it’s gone, I’m naturally a little disappointed.
When Shi Dazhu came down the mountain, he saw Tan Juguo sitting at the gate of the village smoking a dry cigarette. As soon as the two met, Tan Juguo laughed and cursed: "You old guy, you don't make your fortune honestly, what are you doing here? "
"Hey, you old guy, are you asking questions knowingly? But I really want to thank you for this matter. This abbot is very good. Although it is just a layer of window paper, I just can't listen to what others say. He speaks a few words, which is like a story. I actually listened to it, the principles are still the same, the Tao is still the Tao, but it just sounds right! It’s not like you, an old guy, who always scolds me when he opens his mouth." Shi Dazhu said with a smile.
"Zhongting, just go back and take care of that brat of yours. I've never seen anyone more useless than him." Tan Juguo said.
"Come on, I don't have time to talk to you anymore. I'll come to you and talk to you after I deal with that kid," Shi Dazhu said.
"What are you talking about? I haven't done anything. All credit goes to Founder. If you really want to thank people, you have also seen the broken mountain road. Stones are needed to build the road. What do you think we should do?" Tan Juguo said.
"As long as my son is taken care of, I will take care of the stone issue!" Shi Dazhu said with a smile.
"Then leave quickly. I won't leave you for dinner." Tan Juguo said, waving his pipe.
Shi Dazhu smiled, left the village, got into a car and drove away. He lied to Fang Zheng from the beginning. Although he was born as a farmer, he is no longer an ordinary farmer, but a farmer entrepreneur. He has his own stone mountain and makes a lot of money every year. But there happened to be a son who didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't work all day, and just squatted in the factory and messed around. He didn't even have the vitality of a young man. Seeing that the children in the village went out one by one, no matter what they did or how much money they earned, they relied on their own abilities to be self-reliant and to honor their parents.
At this point, Shi Dazhu was extremely envious. Looking back at his son, although his living conditions were better than others, mentally, he was a complete waste! For him, Shi Dazhu tried his best to beat him and scold him, but it was of no use. Recently, the two of them had a quarrel and broke up...
(End of chapter)