Xue Zongdao: "Abbott, we are not children, so don't say things that even a three-year-old would not believe. Again, as long as you agree, I will pay for the transportation of this tree and the money for subsequent maintenance." ”
Looking at the enthusiastic trio in front of him, Fang Zheng felt a little helpless. How should he explain this
Seeing that Fang Zheng didn't speak, Shao Min just thought that Fang Zheng was unhappy, and said with a cold face: "Abbot Fang Zheng, are you unwilling?"
"Of course I don't want to. It's not like this Bodhi tree has never spent the winter here. It is more moist in the winter. Why does it have to be transported to the south?" At this time, Red Boy jumped out and shouted.
Shao Min heard the sound and looked over, only to see a little kid jumping out. His pink and jade-like appearance was very cute. As for what Red Boy said, Shao Min didn't take it seriously at all. He shook his head and said: "You kid, what do you know? It's still alive and well in the winter, but I'm afraid it will die as soon as winter comes. Abbot Fangzheng, what do you want? I don’t want to reply.”
Fang Zheng sighed and said, "Amitabha, donor, this bodhi tree cannot be moved."
"You..." Shao Min was furious, why is this monk so stubborn!
Xue Zong also frowned, but didn't say much. He patted Shao Min on the shoulder and said, "Although this tree is frozen to death, which is a pity, after all, it is the tree of the temple and it is also the temple's business. Since If the abbot doesn’t want to, I’ll let it go.”
"That's it, let's burn some incense, worship Buddha, and look at the scenery. Let's retreat. I'm still waiting to go to Changbai Mountain to see..." Zhao Gang said.
"You two! You're really pissing me off!" When Shao Min heard that two of his own people had rebelled, he immediately became unhappy. He waved his hands, glared at Fang Zheng, and strode out of the temple, shouting at the same time: "In my heart, There is no Buddha, so why worship the Buddha! Go home!"
Xue Zong glanced at Fang Zheng, nodded slightly, and left.
Zhao Gang smiled sheepishly at Fang Zheng. In his opinion, the tree was square, and how to deal with it was up to the square. Of course it's okay for Shao Min to have different opinions, but just put forward your opinions. If people agree, then do it. If you don't agree, it's natural. Why force others to do things according to your own wishes
Shaking his head, Zhao Gang also chased after him.
Watching the three people leaving, Honghaier complained: "Master, is this woman sick? She does whatever she wants? She said that and you are not angry? This is not in line with your character!"
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "This female donor has a good heart, but her approach is too radical. Be gentle with good people."
"Oh..." Hong Hai'er nodded thoughtfully, and then asked tentatively: "Master, why are you so cruel to us?"
Fang Zheng grinned at Hong Boy and said, "Disciple, I remember that you like to eat rocks as snacks..."
"Master, my disciple has something unclear! Please teach me, Master!" Upon hearing this, Hong Boy's heart trembled and he shouted quickly.
Fang Zheng knocked him on the head and said, "Just ask."
"Master, don't you think what she did is wrong? Good people and good deeds are good, but there should be a limit." Honghai'er said.
When Fangzheng heard this, his eyes lit up and he stared at Red Boy looking up and down. Red Boy was almost hairy when he looked at it, and then he said: "Jing Xin, you finally learned to think about problems, not bad, not bad, really good! "
This is the first time that Fang Zheng has praised Hong Hai'er like this, but why does Hong Hai'er feel that this compliment makes him so awkward? It’s not like he has no brain, when has he not thought about it? It's just that he rarely thinks like this... He always liked to think in the same way as his parents, how to kill this, how to eat that, what kind of pot to use... But, that's still thinking.
Seeing Red Boy rolling his eyes, Fang Zheng said indifferently: "Everything must be done in a certain manner. Going too far is not enough. The same goes for doing good deeds, especially when there is not enough closure and you just rely on your own cognition to judge a matter. When something is right or wrong, you rashly think that you are doing the right thing, and then force the will of others to do that. Then good intentions are likely to cause bad things. This Bodhi tree relies on the power of faith and Buddha energy of all living beings to survive. Zhisi, even if it is transported back to the south, it will die. Unfortunately, she doesn't understand this."
Hong Hai'er said: "It turns out that helping people is not blind. No wonder every time I go out with you, you take action after seeing things through, instead of taking action rashly as soon as you see something is wrong. Holding the body to ask for a price, and the old man and liars…”
Fang Zheng said: "Sometimes what you see with your naked eyes and what you hear with your ears may not be the truth. Understand more and make fewer mistakes. Do you understand?"
After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he looked back at the squirrel, lone wolf, and monkey who were still hiding in front of the door with their heads stacked on top of each other.
Several guys nodded quickly.
At this moment, Lone Wolf sniffed and said, "Master, what does it smell like? It's so weird..."
Fang Zheng smelled it and frowned. There was indeed a strange smell.
Squirrels, red boys, and monkeys also smelled it...
…
But at this moment, there was a wailing in Yizhi Temple!
"You idiots, aren't you squatting on the side guarding the mooncakes? Is that how you watch?" Fang Zheng looked at the dark mooncakes in the pot and kept scratching his bald head.
The squirrel looked at the black smoke coming out of the pot, then looked at the black and ash-like mooncakes in the pot, and said, "Master, can I still eat it?"
"Try it." Fang Zheng rolled his eyes, took out a piece, and gave it to the squirrel.
The squirrel smelled it and cried, "It smells so bad!"
When he opened the mooncake, the squirrel was surprised to find that there was no paste inside! Take a small taste...
"Ah! It tastes terrible! Where's the water? Where's the water?" The squirrel ran away to find water.
Hong Hai'er and others looked at Fang Zheng pitifully: "Master, our mooncakes are gone..."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he also looked helpless. All the ingredients had been used, and the result was like this. Could it be that he wouldn't be able to eat mooncakes this year? Heartbroken…
Xue Zong, Zhao Gang, and Shao Min also heard the wailing in the temple.
Shao Min suddenly laughed: "This is retribution. I deserve not to be able to eat mooncakes on August 15th!"
Zhao Gang smiled bitterly and said: "My aunt, do you have such a big hatred? Although the bodhi tree is precious, it is someone else's thing after all. You can do it with it as you like. Why are you arguing with me..."
"This is not a competition. Do you know how difficult it is to grow a century-old tree? Such a precious tree should be well protected and not left here to freeze to death!" Shao Min said.
Zhao Gang said: "Of course I know it's difficult, but I know that generally when transplanting this kind of tree, you have to cut off the branches and leaves to reduce their transpiration, reduce water loss, etc... If it was shipped here this year, it would grow like this. A big canopy? If it is transported in its entirety, it will be very expensive. Who would spend so much money and put in so much effort to transport such a complete Bodhi tree to such a remote temple?"
When Zhao Gang said this, Shao Min was stunned. Just now, he only felt sorry for the old tree, but now that he thinks about it, it seems that... this is really the truth.
Xue Zongdao: "The bodhi tree in the yard seems to have a well-developed root system, and it doesn't look like it was planted temporarily. The soil doesn't look like it has been plowed recently..."
As soon as these words came out, Shao Min was stunned. She was so excited just now. Now that she thought about it carefully, the Bodhi tree didn't look like it was newly transplanted. It was completely integrated with the temple, as if it had grown naturally. ! Thinking about what Fang Zheng said again, Shao Min looked up at the huge Bodhi tree canopy and felt a little confused. Is there really a Bodhi tree in this world that is not afraid of the cold? But... is this possible
"Shao Min, I think you are too impatient. When something happens, we can sit down and talk slowly. Let's talk slowly until we understand it. Besides, what's the use of getting angry? After all, it's someone else's family. Things. What needs to be said and done has been done. People like to listen, so we help. If they don't listen, what else can we do? Can we still rob? It's not as good as at home, so people may not listen to us." Zhao Gang said carelessly. Leaning against the wall, he said. He is the kind of person who looks careless but has a very careful heart.
Hearing Zhao Gang's words, Xue Zong also nodded and said: "Indeed, we did not consider it before."
Shao Min's temper was a bit explosive. Seeing both of them deflecting the blame and talking about themselves, he felt aggrieved and stubborn. He said, "After saying so much, aren't you guessing? I don't know anything else. If this temple is really As you said, a rich man gave them a bodhi tree, so it should be at least a bit popular, right? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and other temples are overcrowded, but this temple doesn't even have a mouse! How can you explain this? Want me Look, there is something wrong with the temple itself, otherwise there would be no incense at all. I remember that last year I went to Daming Temple to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. At that time, many pilgrims sent mooncakes to the temple. That is the beauty of a large temple. Look at this point again Temple, that bald man can’t even eat mooncakes and still has to make them himself! Can’t you tell something from the side?”
As soon as these words came out, both Xue Zong and Zhao Gang were a little speechless. They were actually wondering why there was no one in this temple during this big festival
With a lot of doubts, the three of them went down the mountain, but the more they walked, the more they felt that what Shao Min said made sense. When we first went up the mountain, it was still early and there was no one around, so it was still understandable. But it was almost noon when we went down the mountain, and no one was seen going up the mountain, which explained the problem. Is there really something wrong with this temple and no one goes there
Just when a few people were confused, they saw a man sitting at the intersection at the foot of the mountain, and there was another man standing in front of him.
"Village chief, what are you doing here?" Song Ergou asked, looking at Wang Yougui sitting on the steps in confusion.
Wang Yougui smiled and said: "It's okay. It's the festival. Let's send some mooncakes to Abbot Fangzheng. Mr. Tan just called me and he's going too. I'll wait for him and keep him company. What are you doing?"
Song Ergou immediately became happy: "What a coincidence, I'm also sending mooncakes. Village chief, show me what kind of mooncakes you sent." After saying that, Song Ergou came over.
Wang Yougui said: "Look at it, it's just an ordinary mooncake. With my little salary, how can I still give away something fancy?"
Song Ergou took a look and saw a box of hardcover mooncakes inside. It looked pretty good! Song Ergou chuckled and said, "Village chief, your mooncakes are not cheap."
PS: I saw a lot of people leaving messages asking me, why am I pretending to be so cool? Well, I am also in a dilemma. What I wrote is adapted from a true story, and my classmate is my classmate. As an author, I was despised like a dog. The other party just wanted to show off his high salary, and then used his ignorant perspective to criticize me. The criticism from the industry... was almost as bad as saying that I am not as good as a dog when it comes to writing books. Of course we paid it back with the master’s royalties. This story is for self-righteous idiots. In reality, idiots are even more extreme than in the book.
It’s quite difficult for me too. When I write a story, everyone says it’s just a story. When writing life plots, everyone says they are all water.
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