The squirrel couldn't move the hammer, but the monkey eventually took over the task. He stood up every morning to ring the bell and became obsessed with ringing the bell. In his words, ringing the bell in the morning calms down the impetuous mind. The point is, many things that are difficult to figure out can be figured out when ringing the bell.
After Fang Zheng came back, he could also clearly feel the changes in the monkey. As he stood, he became more and more like a monk. He clearly had a monkey face, but he gave people the feeling of an enlightened monk. Therefore, Fang Zheng decisively gave up the position of ringing the bell to the monkey. As for the falling leaves? Fang Zheng, let’s scan first…
On this day, Fang Zheng got up early and made a pot of crystal rice dumplings, then wrapped them and put them together.
Hong Hai'er came over and asked curiously: "Master, what are you doing?"
"What a gift. Today is the birth day of Yang Hua's child. He wants to celebrate. He invited us, so we can't go empty-handed, right?" Fang Zheng said.
"Is this a courtesy?" Honghai'er said.
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Well, this is just a gift. But most people nowadays just follow money. We are poor, so we just follow rice dumplings."
"Master, didn't you bring back so much money last time? It's okay to just have some money." Hong Hai'er said in confusion.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "I don't follow money."
"Why?" Red Boy asked.
Fang Zheng smiled meaningfully and said, "After coming down the mountain, you can see and listen for yourself."
"???" Red Boy, Monkey, Squirrel, and Lone Wolf were confused.
After closing the temple door, Fang Zheng took the monkey, squirrel, and lone wolf down the mountain.
Before I even got down the mountain, I heard the crackling sound of firecrackers at the bottom of the mountain. The two kicking feet swished into the sky. The popping sound ignited the atmosphere of the whole village.
When we got down to the foot of the mountain, we saw that almost every house in the village was empty. Going further, we saw Yang Hua's yard. The door was open, and the wine table was placed from the yard to the road. Since it is summer, the vegetable fields are full of vegetables, and there is no way to set up a table. In winter, vegetable fields and greenhouses are the favorite places to hold banquets in rural areas. Now we can only occupy the road and neighbors’ yards.
But this is not important anymore. The village itself is a traffic jam. There are few outsiders and few cars. Yang Hua's house is not a main road. If it occupies this road, the villagers will be fine if they don't say anything.
As soon as Fang Zheng arrived, he immediately attracted everyone's attention and greeted each other, while Fang Zheng responded one by one.
However, Fang Zheng didn't see Yang Hua and didn't know where he went. Du Mei was sitting at the window, shouting from a distance: "Fang Zheng! Did you know that you are here to see your aunt? Come here and let me knock on you." Bald head!"
This voice instantly brought Fang Zheng back to his childhood. At that time, the person who hit him on the head the most seemed to be Du Mei...
Of course, now that Du Mei is the abbot, Fang Zheng is already the abbot, and he is praised in all aspects, so she has no nerve to take action. When Fang Zheng passed by, Du Mei immediately took out a big bag and stuffed it into Fang Zheng, and said with a smile: "Take it, my aunt has prepared fruits for you. They are all fruits bought by Yang Hua from the county. It is said that many of them are produced abroad. The taste is That’s great.”
Fang Zheng quickly thanked him and let the monkey carry it.
Then he took the bag from the lone wolf's mouth and gave it to Du Mei, saying, "Donor Du, these are rice dumplings made by a poor monk, for you."
"Pah!" Fang Zheng was slapped on the forehead.
Du Mei said fiercely: "What do you want to give me? If you have this thing, keep it for yourself!" Even though he said this, Du Mei accepted it happily.
Fang Zheng smiled helplessly. Regarding Du Mei, he was really... helpless!
There were a bunch of children running around in the yard, all over the floor. Only then did Fang Zheng remember: "Donor Du, where is your little baby?"
"He's sleeping. Just like his father, he is the reincarnation of a little piggy. He sleeps when he's full." Du Mei said fiercely, but her eyes were full of love.
Fang Zheng entered the house and saw a cradle hanging from the beams. This kind of cradle is now rare and many people no longer use it. When Fang Zheng was a child, there were quite a few such cradle...
"Master, what is this?" Hong Boy was pushed over by the lone wolf and asked impatiently. Obviously, this was Lone Wolf's curiosity, and he then asked.
Fang Zheng said: "This is a cradle. In the past, when ethnic minorities went hunting and it was inconvenient to carry their children with them, they made something like this to put their children in and hang them on a tree. This way, they can hunt easily without having to worry about wild beasts killing their children. Take it away. Later, with the development of society, this custom was retained, and it was no longer hung outside, but hung in the house. First, it could prevent wild beasts from hurting the child, and secondly, when the cradle shook, it would The wind makes it more comfortable for children to sleep; third, because it is constantly moving, it can drive away mosquitoes. Fourth, it can imitate the movements of adults shaking children, so that children can sleep more soundly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lone wolf stood up and looked down at the child in the cradle with a look of disdain, as if to say, to guard against wild beasts, just stand up, okay
Fang Zheng slapped the stupid dog down. Didn't he see that Du Mei was already touching the feather duster when he stood up? Fang Zheng knew that he was harmless, but the villagers did not think that this guy really knew everything and would not hurt children.
The squirrel jumped up to the cradle, beating its chest, as if I could get up too.
Fang Zheng was too lazy to pay attention to these living treasures, and looked carefully at the little guy in the cradle. He was white and fat, with his eyes closed, sleeping soundly. I don’t know what I was dreaming about in my sleep, but my mouth turned into a small dot, which was very cute.
Fang Zheng gently touched the little guy's face and said silently: "Amitabha, may the Buddha bless you and keep you safe throughout your life."
"Ding! Are you sure you want to give this child a blessing? A blessing consumes one hundred merit points." The system suddenly shouted.
Fang Zheng was stunned: "What? I... can I still send blessings? Are you deducting merit?"
"You are now blessed with merits, blessings from the temple, blessings from supernatural powers, and blessings from me. Do you believe that you are an ordinary monk? Your blessing comes with merits and blessings. If this child encounters any difficulties that he cannot overcome in the future, he will naturally With the blessing of merit, life will be worry-free. Of course, if he grows up and behaves misbehaving and is entangled in karma, which offsets your merit, your blessing will be useless," the system said.
Fang Zheng said: "Then give me a blessing." Although it has a hundred points of merit, it feels a little painful. But Du Mei and his wife were really good to him. People should repay kindness. Although merit is precious, it is not as valuable as human kindness.
The next moment, Fang Zheng saw a ball of Buddha's light gathering between the little guy's eyebrows. The little guy seemed to feel something, and showed a smile in his sleep.
(End of chapter)