Seeing Fang Zheng being so calm and composed, sitting there like an old monk in meditation, as steady as Mount Tai, many of the eminent monks sitting there nodded secretly. They have seen a lot of geniuses, and they have seen even more people who are proud of their talents. There are not many people who can be as upright as Fangzheng, who do not take pleasure in things or feel sad about themselves, and are indifferent when faced with discussions about right and wrong.
But this was just a small episode. Soon, the Dharma assembly began, with chanting, chanting Buddha's name, and teaching Dharma. Everything went on in an orderly manner. At the same time, a set of loudspeakers outside the temple transmitted the content of the sermons in the temple... Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Fang Zheng. In this Dharma conference, it was naturally not his turn to take the stage to preach, and Zen Master Baiyun and others also kept silent about it.
The group couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "What's going on? Why don't you let Master Fangzheng come on stage..."
Hong Jing whispered: "Although Abbot Fangzheng has great talents and a lotus-like tongue, he is too young. At such an age and with such talents, he does not have the matching experience and state of mind. If he lectures on such a large platform, it will be very difficult. It may have the effect of counteracting the growth of young people. The masters have also considered this, so they do not intend to let Abbot Fang Zheng come on stage to give lectures. Everything is done step by step, giving him space and time to let him grow. As for the stage, we old guys are very I am willing to hand over the future stage to you. Yi Xing, you are extremely talented, but deep down you are arrogant. Look at Abbot Fangzheng, who can cross the river with a reed and bloom a lotus flower with his tongue, but... has he ever been arrogant? To be honest, those two things are enough for an ordinary person to brag about for a lifetime. They can despise anyone wherever they go. Including all the mages sitting here!
If you were given that kind of height, could you be as good as Founder? "
Yi Xing was stunned. He wanted to say that he could do it, but thinking about it carefully, he seemed to be unable to do it...
Hong Jing felt relieved when he saw Yi Xing start to reflect. As his apprentice, he knew best that he was very smart, energetic, and sharp, which was not a good thing.
The morning passed quickly, and many eminent monks took turns giving lectures. What they said were not traditional scriptures, but translated the scriptures into vernacular, and then told them in the form of stories. In this way, it is much more interesting than listening to dry scriptures. Everyone listens with great interest and benefits a lot.
Of course, Fang Zheng also understood that the purpose of speaking like this was not for these monks, but more for the audience at the foot of the mountain. They don't understand the scriptures. If they recite or speak the scriptures alone, they won't understand them at all. But when I talked about it, I immediately understood. Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages. The scriptures are extensive and profound, and countless eminent monks have studied them day and night for countless years, supplemented, deleted, and modified them. These scriptures incorporate the great wisdom of countless people and have been passed down to this day. If you study every sentence carefully, you will benefit a lot. Different people, in different environments, will get different insights when they read it.
However, the eminent monks speak in such a vernacular, but there is no possibility of understanding. It is basically like pouring water from two bottles, and the eminent monks just pour the water of their own insights to others. Although they can understand it, what they convey is limited after all.
Of course, there are pros and cons, but Fang Zheng still likes this kind of sermon. It is effortless and easy to listen to. The focus is on the little allusions and stories, which are really inspiring.
The Dharma assembly lasted for the whole morning, and the rest of the time was spent giving alms and receiving incense.
Xiaguang Temple opened its gates and gave away various vegetarian dishes, steamed buns, steamed buns and other items; at the same time, pilgrims from all walks of life were welcomed into the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. Of course, there are monks watching the whole process. Once there are too many people, they will stop letting people in.
Fang Zheng looked at the dense, dark crowd, and then at the sweating monks. For the first time, he discovered that too much incense was not necessarily a good thing! If this happened to Yizhi Temple, most of the gates would be overcrowded...
"Well, let's leave this kind of explanation of Buddhism to the major monasteries. The poor monks can just be quiet little monks, squatting in the corner, chanting sutras, eating, and helping people solve their problems. Well... even if you take the lead The rhythm has to go out, Yizhi Temple can't be so noisy!" Fang Zheng decided secretly in his heart.
If this idea were to be known to other monks, they would probably be slapped twice. Everyone is trying to attract more incense, but this guy doesn't want incense... What a weird thing.
People came in and left in batches. Fang Zheng was not in a hurry. As for eating? Sorry, just have steamed buns. As for the dining hall? Whoever you love will go! Fang Zheng isn’t going anyway!
Hong Hai'er was dragged away by Ouyang Fenghua, and he didn't know where he went crazy.
Fang Zheng just pretended not to see it. Anyway, as long as the naughty kid doesn't cause trouble, just let him be. Seeing more of the outside world and integrating more into this world are both good things for Hong Hai'er and Fang Zheng.
At this moment, a black figure entered Fang Zheng's sight. Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows, tore off a piece of the steamed bun in his hand, put it gently into his mouth, and said with a smile: "Finally here..."
Ruan Hai walked among the crowd, keeping his head lowered, for fear that other monks would recognize him and drive him out.
Today, in order not to be misunderstood, he did not bring any bags and was wearing simple clothes. He blended in with the crowd and lined up silently towards the Main Hall. Arriving at the entrance of the main hall, Ruan Hai took three sticks of incense, burned them, kowtowed, and silently recited something...
Fang Zheng whispered a few words to a monk. The monk was stunned and didn't understand what Fang Zheng meant. But I still did what Fang Zheng wanted... quietly guiding the flow of people behind Ruan Hai to other places to burn incense and worship Buddha.
A flash of light flashed in Fang Zhengze's eyes - a dream!
However, what surprised Fang Zheng was that Ruan Hai was not reminiscing, but silently prayed a few words, hoping that the Buddha would bless him to find his daughter, and then stood up and prepared to leave.
Fang Zheng sighed, removed Yimeng Huangliang's magical power, and followed quietly. Seeing Red Boy on the way, Fang Zheng waved, and Red Boy immediately ran over and asked, "Master, what are you doing?"
"It's your turn to take action. Follow me with your master, don't let others find out." Fang Zheng said in a low voice.
Honghai'er then felt that the long-lost magic power in his body had returned, and he grinned and said, "Don't worry, Master, it's a piece of cake!"
The next moment, Hong Hai'er pulled Fang Zheng and chased after him. After walking not far, they turned a corner and the two of them became invisible instantly. Then Hong Hai'er took Fang Zheng and flew into the air, following Ruan Hai.
After Ruan Hai went down the mountain, he found his motorcycle and drove all the way. He came to the ruins again and took out a package from the motorcycle. There were some meals in it. It could be seen that these meals were made with great care. Exquisite. Stir-fried pork with green pepper, ground three delicacies, and pot-wrapped pork, three dishes are enough.
(End of chapter)