Fang Zheng looked at the little girl, smiled and nodded: "Of course, thank you little benefactor. Little benefactor, can you help the poor monk take care of this poor little thing?"
The little girl nodded happily and said, "Yeah, okay."
When Fang Zheng handed the squirrel to the little girl, he whispered in the squirrel's ear: "Your mission is to play with them and bring joy to others, which is also a merit. If you do a good job, there will be extra food for dinner..."
The squirrel was a little unhappy at first. Although he was not big, he was an ambitious squirrel! How could a child take care of him? He also has to use his sharp teeth to harvest rice. But when I heard the next words, it seemed that he was taking care of the children, and if he took credit, he could get extra meals! Little thing, he immediately forgot about his ambition.
The next moment, the little girl carefully picked up the squirrel. She didn't mind the smell of the squirrel, and just carried it to the edge of the tent.
Before leaving, Squirrel gave Fang Zheng a big roll of his eyes, but Fang Zheng lifted his tail! This master is not as gentle as the little benefactor! Contempt it...
When they got to the edge of the tent, the little girl poured water on the squirrel and washed the mud off the squirrel's body with one hand. The little boy next to him squatted and looked at the squirrel's cute appearance, giggling. It didn't take long for the squirrel to be washed clean. He shook his body vigorously and shook off his hair. As a result, the two little guys were covered in water, causing a string of laughter like silver bells.
This is a child. He may cry because of fatigue, sleepiness, or hunger, but he will also put aside all his worries and laugh happily because of a small thing.
Seeing the two little guys laughing, the squirrel shook his body even harder, as if he was having a convulsion... There is reward for your efforts, and naturally the laughter of the two little kids got louder and louder. Then the squirrel started running and took the two children to the edge of the field. He ran and laughed all the way. At this moment, the hardships of life were far away from the two little guys...
Fang Zheng looked at the scene and smiled heartily.
Hearing the laughter of the children, Zhou Zishan and Shen Ai's family also laughed. Their laughter was simple and pure. Because the children were happy, they were happy, as if they were not so tired from working anymore.
"Master, what are we doing?" Honghai'er asked.
Fang Zheng said: "I'll give you a task."
"What mission?" Honghai'er asked.
"Ride Jingfa back to the village and bring me three sickles." Fang Zheng said.
Red Boy's eyes lit up, he immediately turned on the dog and shouted: "Let's go, Husky!"
"I'm a wolf!" The lone wolf rolled his eyes angrily, but still ran away with his long legs.
Not long after, Red Boy came back with a sickle in his hand, and the lone wolf came back with a sickle in his mouth.
In the distance, Zhou Zishan, who was a little sore, stood up to take a breath. When he turned his head, he saw the monks who were standing on the shore like overseers, dressed in white and snowy, as if they were otherworldly, waving sickles... The scene was really impressive. He was a little surprised!
Fang Zheng gave Zhou Zishan the impression of a sunny, clean boy. He had only seen this kind of big boy on TV. He is the kind of rich kid who comes from a wealthy and noble family and is in a position of superiority. He might sympathize with them, but only with sympathy. In fact, Zhou Zishan was very satisfied with Fang Zheng's kindness.
As for Wang Yougui leaving and Fang Zheng staying, he only thought that Fang Zheng was working as a supervisor here and was not at ease with outsiders like them.
Now that he saw Fang Zheng holding a sickle, he couldn't help but shake his head: "Can a kid from a rich family like this, a flower in a temple, know how to use a sickle?"
At this moment, there was a noise in the distance, and then we saw a combine harvester preparing to enter the field. The big speaker of Yang Ping on the car was shouting: "Abbot Fangzheng, the big guys in our village are here. Don’t you want to help with the lighting?”
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and consecrated? Do you really think it’s that easy to consecrate? The monk just recited the Sutra and that's it
Fang Zheng didn't know what consecration was before, so he asked Yizhi Zen Master.
Zen Master Yizhi smiled and nodded at Fang Zheng's eyebrows and said, "What kind of consecration are you talking about?"
"Of course it is the kind that can be blessed by magical powers and protected by Buddha's light after consecration." Fang Zheng said matter-of-factly.
"You kid, who are you listening to nonsense?" Zen Master Yizhi said with a smile.
Fang Zheng said: "It's said so on TV and in novels."
Zen Master Yizhi shook his head and said: "Those are just rumors. There are only a few types of consecration for the way of being a teacher. One is consecration for defrauding people of money. Reciting a sutra and making useless rituals is considered consecration. Still. There is one method where the enlightened monk takes the object you want to consecrate and gives you a Zen saying or a sentence. If you realize it, it will be consecrated. If you don’t understand it, it will be just a thought. The consecration here is not about the object. , but people. Awakening a person is far more valuable than lighting a dead object that cannot be awakened. The last one is to have an enlightened monk really consecrate an object. When you are a believer, you chant sutras, perform rituals, and bless items. However, the blessing here does not actually bless anything, it just goes through the hands of the eminent monk."
Fang Zheng was stunned: "Huh? Isn't the last one also a liar?"
Zen Master Yizhi shook his head and said: "It's different. First of all, there is no charge for receiving consecration from an eminent monk, and if you are not sincere, you can't get it no matter what. This is very rare. Secondly, devout believers trust the eminent monk very much. The eminent monk If you say it is consecrated, he will believe it. The eminent monk said that this item will bring you good luck and good luck, keep you away from bad luck, and clear away troubles. Believers believe it too! Man is such a strange creature. When he believes in you , thinking that bringing such an object will bring you good luck and pay more attention to the things around you, especially some good things. Usually, when a friend gives you a pen, you will be casual and not take it seriously; but with something like this If you pick up an object, you will notice this action and think that the object brings you good luck. If you get a pen, this friend is very good. The more you pay attention to similar things, the better your mood will be, and you will naturally do things in a good mood. It’s easy to have motivation. Life is easy. Once you have motivation, as long as your efforts are not in the wrong direction, you will naturally have good luck with your promotion and salary increase. This seems to be a masterpiece consecrated by a senior monk, but in fact, it is just a person who learned it. Just look at the world from a different angle. As I told you before, when you don’t look at the shadows and look at the sunshine, the world will become more beautiful.”
Fang Zheng touched his chin and muttered: "I see, no wonder there are so few enlightened monks."
Zen Master Yizhi nodded slightly, and the prodigal disciple finally understood.
Fang Zheng continued: "The eminent monks don't accept money, so they must all be so poor that they starve to death... Master, is this the reason why we are poor?"
Zen Master Yizhi turned around and said, "Where's Sa's rolling pin? Fang Zheng, don't run away!"
(End of chapter)