The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Founder, don't make these mysterious things, just talk about how your temple was refurbished? Where did you get the money for the refurbishment?" Yang Ping came from an accounting background and naturally knows how poor the temple is Well, I also know that it should cost a lot of money to renovate this temple. I know Fang is a poor student and has no money. The monk with one finger was very poor for the sake of the supplier. The temple was suddenly renovated and he always felt abnormal.

Wang Yougui also said, "Founder, you have to make it clear. Your uncle isn't greedy for you, it's just too strange for you. I'm afraid someone will do you wrong."

Tan Juguo didn't say anything, the concerns in his eyes had already explained one.

Fang Zheng laughed and said, "Yang Accounting, Uncle Wang, Grandpa Tan, you think more. Thank you so much for this matter."

"Thank us?" The three stunned.

Fang Zheng looked at Yang Ping and said, "A few days ago, Brother Yang sent me government documents. I was justified to become the host of the Yizhi Temple. On that day, I saw the Buddha in my dream. The Buddha said that I was ten. This kind person, this life can satisfy a reasonable wish of mine.

I said, I want to revive the old man with one finger. The Buddha refused to say that the old man had gone to Xitian to become a Buddha and could not be reborn in the world.

As soon as I heard, my father became a Buddha, then I must not be able to drag him back and suffer again. So I changed a request and asked the Buddha to help me repair the temple, but the Buddha asked me to clean the temple, and I repaired it well. The next day I cleaned the temple, spotlessly clean. I didn't expect the Buddha to really manifest, and under the tinkling bell, this temple looks like this. "

Founder said true and false, but just replaced the system with the Buddha, hiding some things. It's not a lie ...

At least he didn't jump out to punish him, and he was at ease.

After hearing what Founder said, Yang Ping, Wang Yougui and Tan Juguo looked at each other. It's a bit ridiculous to believe. Since the reform and opening up, these superstitions have long been unbelievable. If you do n’t believe it, the changes in three or two days are so great that it ca n’t be done by humans.

In the end, the three defaulted to the founder's speech, anyway, the better speech is gone.

Tan Juguo said: "Founder, you know it well, don't tell it. If someone asks, you say that the village paid for it, and I'll help you with the rest."

Yang Pingbian flat mouthed: "Secretary Tan, no matter what age, ghosts and gods are not credible, Buddha is allowed to believe. Although I firmly believe in materialism, I do not oppose the beliefs of others."

"What a mess." Wang Yougui glanced at Yang Ping, and said, "Fang Zheng, what is delicious in your kitchen? Why is it so fragrant?"

Fang Zheng laughed: "This is me ..." Speaking of which, Fang Zheng froze. It seems that he can't keep me and me now, so he changed his mouth and said: "This is the poor monk's own rice."

"Oh ... you little fellow, you are beginning to talk about monks too. OK, you are the host now, right? So, give me a bowl of your rice, I taste it." Wang Yougui laughed and cursed.

After Wang Yougui said, he had already opened up his posture and waited to eat.

Yang Ping hurriedly said, "There is me, and I want to eat too! By the way, give Uncle Tan a bowl!"

All three eyes looked at Fang Zheng fiercely. There was no way. The scent of the rice was really seductive. The scent made the population live, the stomach screamed, and the heart was panicked without eating.

However, Founder shook his head slightly and said, "No."

"What?" Wang Yougui was anxious and shouted, "Fangzheng, what's the relationship between us? You lived in our house when you were in school, didn't you eat a lot? You can eat a lot of such a large bowl. Now, I can't eat you a bowl of rice? "

Yang Ping was unhappy, he hummed and said, "I don't have to eat it. Uncle Tan didn't help you back then, and eating a bowl of rice won't work?"

After the Founder thought about it, he pointed at the temple and said, "Don't be excited, look at my temple. Is it different from other big temples?"

After looking at it for a long time, Yang Ping didn't see why it came. He shook his head and said, "It's no different, isn't it worshiping the Buddha?"

Tan Juguo suddenly said: "You kid, I thought that going out to school could be smoother, how can I be as stubborn as that old monk? Really, I have n’t learned it, optics ..." Tan Juguo though Scolding, but laughing and scolding, apparently not angry.

"Uncle Tan, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Yang Ping asked.

Tan Juguo said: "This temple is a small temple. Wei Tuo at the entrance of the main hall pumped down the magic pestle to tell us that his temple is too small, regardless of dining and accommodation. This is a rule, and he cannot break it. Refusing anyone to stay overnight offends many of them. "

Wang Yougui heard the words and said with a long heart: "Founder, it is important to be a person with principles, but you need to be more flexible. You have to develop this temple, and this society will not be flexible."

The Founder folded his hands and saluted, "Amitabha, thanks to Uncle Wang for teaching. However, since the poor monk has entered the Buddhist gate, he should follow the rules of the Buddhist gate. How can he easily pass it?"

Yang Ping said impatiently: "After saying so much, still do n’t give me food? If you do n’t give me food, I'll just leave here!" Yang Ping was really hungry. She didn't eat anything in the morning and followed the climb Now, when he smelled so delicious again, the tapeworms in his stomach were about to rebel and occupy his brain high ground.

Wang Yougui stared at Fang Zheng, Tan Juguo didn't speak, the meaning was very clear, he also wanted to eat!

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly, and asked in a silent way: "What was yesterday's kindness, how are you today?"

"For the cause of the day, the cause and effect today. If you do n’t report, you have the cause and effect.

Founder knew it, and smiled slightly: "Since that is the case, let's say it is good. This meal is kind to me today, and I can eat it, but I can't come back to eat it in the future, otherwise I will be really bad. If the temple is enlarged and able to receive it, several uncles are willing to come and the poor monks will welcome them. "

"It's almost the same, don't say so much, hurry up to eat!" Wang Yougui frowned and smiled.

Founder then turned back into the kitchen, at which point the meal was just right.

When the lid is lifted, the white heat evaporates. As the aroma of the rice diffuses, the original aroma becomes thicker, as if there is sugar in the air, it smells sweet!

They swallowed saliva subconsciously, stretched their necks and looked inside, and couldn't wait.

Founder only found out at this time, he cooked only one serving! How do you divide this?

Seeing Fang being in a daze, Wang Yougui urged: "Fang Zheng, what are you doing? Come on, my uncle is about to die!"