"Thank you Master for answering my questions. By the way, the big clock at the door is very unique. Who donated it? It can be seen that it is very thoughtful." Uncle Da smiled.
Fang Zheng looked at Uncle Da's sincere face, but his eyes were full of hypocritical smiles, and said with a smile: "That is an old object. It was not taken out before, but was hung up recently."
It's not easy for Fang Zheng to lie, but it's okay to say something ambiguous. The clock is indeed an old thing, even if it is placed in Lingshan. It's just that he omitted some words.
Uncle Da's eyes suddenly lit up. It's not an antique, and its value is not low. If it's an antique, it's priceless! Uncle Da's breathing was obviously a little faster, and then he asked: "Old thing? How old is it?"
"Amitabha, even poor monks don't know about it, but it should have existed for hundreds of years." Fang Zheng said.
"Hundreds of years?!" Zhang Zi and Ying Zi shouted in unison, which attracted dissatisfied looks from several pilgrims. Temples are places of purity. Not only do Bodhisattvas and monks like purity, but pilgrims who come here also pursue purity. If it's a mess, why come to the temple? Might as well go to the market. Keeping quiet in the temple is the most basic quality, so several people were severely despised.
Uncle Da glared at the two of them, and they grinned and fell silent.
Uncle Da said: "That's really old. Thank you Master for answering your questions. If you go down and put some incense sticks, I won't trouble Master."
Fang Zheng nodded, sat under the bodhi tree again, and read Buddhist scriptures quietly.
Uncle Da took Zhang Zi, Ying Zi and Mute into the Buddhist hall. Each of them took three sticks of high incense to burn incense and went up.
After leaving the temple door, Zhang Zi said in confusion: "Uncle Da, we don't believe this either, so why are we still offering incense? And we are offering high-quality incense. This is too extravagant."
"You know what the heck, Uncle Da really doesn't believe in Buddhism, but if you're going to offend someone, you have to give me a sweet date, right? It's like accompanying me in advance." Uncle Da said calmly.
Zhang Zi was stunned, and then said ecstatically: "Uncle Da, what do you mean..."
"It's boring! Let's go!" Uncle Da suddenly interrupted Zhang Zi and strode away.
Only then did Zhang Zi come back to his senses. He glanced warily in the direction of the temple to make sure no one noticed him. Then he followed Uncle Da's footsteps and left quickly.
It's just that Zhang Ziguang looked behind him, not at his feet...
At the feet of Zhang Zi, a chubby squirrel sat there, holding a piece of bamboo shoot and eating it deliciously. After Uncle Da and the others left, he immediately ran to Fang Zheng's shoulders and said, "Master, I always feel that these people are not good people. They also speak secretly, and they must not have good intentions."
Fang Zheng put down the Buddhist scriptures and said with a smile, "Oh? What did they say to make you think so?"
Then, the squirrel imitated the conversation of several people.
Fang Zheng frowned slightly, then sighed and said: "It's a blessing, not a curse, it's a curse..."
"How?" the squirrel asked curiously.
Fang Zheng said meaningfully: "If you don't do it, you will die."
At the same time, Uncle Da led people down the mountain. Nowadays, the farmhouses in Yizhi Village are located next to each other. As the business gets better and better, they not only provide food, but also provide accommodation.
Therefore, Uncle Da and others found a house in the village that seemed quite honest and had a "Model Pacesetter" sign hanging on the door to live in.
"Uncle Da, why do you keep looking at my boss?" Zhang Zi asked in confusion.
"This guy doesn't look like a model pacesetter... Zhang Zi, go find someone and ask who this Boss Song is. The signs outside can't be fake. What we do, the best thing is to live in Honest At home, you can worry less and have less trouble." Uncle Da said.
Zhang Zi nodded and went out immediately. After a while, he came back.
"Uncle Da, I asked. Boss Song is really a model model. He volunteers every day and is a very nice person." Zhang Zida said.
"Well, that's good." Uncle Da nodded, but he always felt that something was wrong. He traveled all over the world, and he had never seen any model model with his hat crooked and a second-rate look on his face... Finally, he comforted himself. : "Maybe I'm overthinking it."
At night, after several people had finished their meal, Uncle Da said: "Get ready and go into the mountains tomorrow morning."
"Uncle Da, are you going into the mountains now? Don't you care about the things in Yizhi Temple?" Yingzi asked curiously.
Uncle Da shook his head and said: "That thing has an owner and can't run away. It can be there anytime. It's different in the mountains. It doesn't have an owner. If you go there late, someone might get there first. Ask Song Song Boss, has anyone in the village ever entered the mountain? We need a guide, you can negotiate the price with him."
"Okay." Zhang Zi went out immediately.
"What? You want to enter Tongtian Mountain?" When Song Ergou heard this, his hat fell off.
"What's wrong? Is Tongtian Mountain dangerous?" Zhang Zi asked.
"In the past, it was indeed dangerous. The most famous thing about Tongtian Mountain is that there are many wild boars with rough skin and thick flesh. They run all over the mountains and plains. Big wild boars of several hundred kilograms are rushing towards you. Think about it for yourself. Are you scared?" Song Ergou asked.
"There are so many wild boars?" Zhang Zi was startled. The most ferocious beast in the Northeast is the wild boar. Going up the mountain, it is better to encounter wolves than wild boars.
"Don't get excited, things are different now. I don't know what happened to those wild boars. After they went down the mountain and made a fuss, they ran in circles when they saw people and didn't even meet them. But there are wolves, blind bears, There are a lot of venomous snakes. The most important thing is that Tongtian Mountain has not been developed at all. There are only some small trails that everyone has stepped on, which is very difficult to walk. By the way, what are you doing up the mountain? There is nothing there except wild vegetables and mountain delicacies. "Yeah." Song Ergou asked curiously.
"We are all city dwellers, and we just want to go into the virgin forest and feel the breath of nature. By the way, Boss Song, can you find a suitable guide for us?" Zhang Zi asked.
"The guide is simple, I'll go look for it for you. But the price... As you know, our village is full of farmhouse entertainment. If you leave for a day, the loss is not small." Song Ergou is a ghost after all.
Zhang Zi smiled and said: "Don't worry, you will be indispensable for the money."
Song Ergou nodded and left.
When Song Ergou went out, he felt that something was not right. It was not like he had never seen city people who came into the mountains, but there were few like these people. They were able to move and do things quickly. The focus was on the body. He was also carrying a lot of stuff, and it looked very bulging.
"Forget it, what they want to do has nothing to do with me. Just contact them a guide..." Song Ergou shook his head, too lazy to think about it.
"Amitabha, Almsgiver Song, where are you going?" At this moment, a Buddha's call sounded. Song Ergou was stunned and said in surprise: "Abbot Fangzheng, why did you come down the mountain?"
(End of chapter)