The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Is it a dream?" Fang Zhengxin asked with his hair, but he couldn't answer if the system didn't answer. He has a feeling that he seems to have learned something, but it seems that he hasn't learned anything. This feeling is very mysterious and he can't tell the truth.

"Woohoo ..." Suddenly Wong Fangzheng woke up and cried anxiously.

Founder waved, "It's okay, don't worry, it's all right, it's getting late, go to bed."

After that, Founder turned over and continued to sleep.

This night, the snow fell, and it was also the first snow since winter ...

The sky was slightly bright, Founder stretched a lazy waist and sat up, only feeling refreshed and comfortable, very comfortable!

After going out, a gust of cold wind blew head-on, mixed with the smell of snowflakes.

Squinting, looking at the yard, the whole yard is wrapped in white snowflakes, and the feeling of winter in the night makes people feel novel. There were trees hanging on the trees, thick snow piled on the roof, and the crunching sound of walking in the yard sounded particularly comfortable.

But soon, the founder was worried. The snow in the yard would definitely not work. People cannot walk, and they must be cleaned. So Founder found a shabby big broom and started to work, while the lone wolf arched back and forth on the ground with his nose, dragging a long snow mark, and in the end, he got a little snow on the tip of his nose. But this can be considered as work ...

Fang Zheng couldn't bear to look at it, so he tied a wooden board to his front chest. In this way, as soon as the lone wolf walked, he moved around to shovel snow, which greatly increased the efficiency ...

The lone wolf cast a resentful look on Fang Zheng. He really just played with snow. As for squeezing labor like this?

Founder didn't care about him, he simply cleared a way out of the zen room to the bathroom and kitchen, and quickly cooked.

Eating and snow cleaning have become his main things today. I've been busy for more than an hour to pile up the snow in the backyard, and make a big snowman with the snowdrift, make two eyes with the clods on it, insert a wooden stick, and a heavy snow of two meters high People appeared.

The front yard founder cleared a path, and the remaining founders remained useful.

After clearing up the Buddhist temple, Founder was free again, pinching his fingers and smiling: "Long Buddha instruments are said to suppress the heavens, and I don't know what I will write now."

After the Founder had said it, he took a wooden stick, stood in front of the snow, took a deep breath, used the wooden stick as a pen, and the earth as paper, and started writing!

Holding his breath, Fang Zheng went into an ecstatic state instantly, holding the stick slowly without writing, as if something was brewing ...

"This is the one-finger temple? Monkey, are you sure you didn't lie to me? This is really killing me!" A middle-aged man climbed up the mountain breathlessly, sitting on the ground with one buttock, unable to survive.

The monkey on the edge was tired and sweaty, and smiled bitterly; "Cheat you? What good is it to lie to you? I can tell you, when you see the master, you give me a breakpoint. He saved my life, you If you are disrespectful, don't blame me for waiting for you. "

"Xing Xing Xing, don't make nonsense, this time I came from the news. Monkey, do you say the rumors are true? Then Han Xiaoguo turned himself in under the persuasion of a monk here? This monk is better than the police? "Said the middle-aged man.

Monkey said: "Hum, Lao Wu, this is when you know me. If someone asks me, I won't say it. Others don't believe it, but I believe it! Fat people also believe it!"

"Well, I'll know when I see you. Let's go ..." Lao Wu got up and went to the temple with the monkey.

The road outside the temple was not swept by the founder. It ’s okay if there is no snow on the mountain. Once it ’s snowed, it ’s snowy and the snow is very thick. When two people go down, their calves are buried. At the door, both of them were exhausted.

Fortunately, the snow at the door was swept by the founder, and the two pulled their legs out of the snow shell and landed on the flat ground. At that moment, there seemed to be an illusion of flying! Easy and cool!

"Don't say, although this temple is not big, but it falls on this lonely mountain, it has a unique charm. It is a grass and a tree, with rules, it seems like it blends into nature, it is really good." Lao Wu is a professional photojournalist , Can be more aesthetic than monkeys and others. At a glance, you can see the extraordinaryness of the temple.

The monkey listened to the clouds and fog, but one thing he was sure was that the temple looked really comfortable, and it didn't give people a sense of abruptness of artificial architecture.

The temple door was open. As soon as the two entered the door, they saw the Founder standing in the snow shell with a wooden stick.

Old Wu was about to speak, and the monkey immediately covered Wu's mouth and signaled a snoring sound. Monkeys have always believed that Fang is a concealed master who has martial arts and is extremely mysterious. Now that Founder is getting into God, he instinctively thinks that something big will happen.

Old Wu is also a person who has seen the world. When Fang Zheng was standing there like a statue, the wooden stick in his hand seemed to grab a pen, and immediately understood what he took out, and then took a close-up of Fang Zheng!

In the feature, Founder is dressed in white and wins snow. His airy, free-spirited, and dusty temperament leaps out, and Founder's focused eyes touch the heartstrings of Lao Wu. He can't help but say: "There must be a pen for such a focused look. Great article! I just do n’t know how much he is waiting for ... But at this age, he is less than 20 years old. At this age, I am afraid that the weather is not enough, and the details are insufficient. However, if we keep this serious spirit, the future will be real Hard to say. "

Just then, Founder moved!

At that moment, the monkey and the old Wu seemed to see a dragon appear on the snow, and the wooden stick in the founder's hand was like a real writing brush, struggling to scribble a book on the canvas of the earth, brushing away snakes and snowflakes! Very fast, but it also implies some rhythm! The snowflakes danced, but there was no scribbling!

What's even more amazing is that Fang Zhengming stepped on the snow, but the footprints left naturally became part of the word! Make this word perfect! Nor did it destroy the integrity of the word!

"This ... this ... wooden sticks are pens, and both feet are pens! Three pens fall at the same time, writing a word, complement each other, like dragons and snakes rushing ..." Old Wu's eyes were almost glared, the camera subconsciously clicked Kaka's pressing down, a crazy shot!

Monkeys don't understand words. As an layman, he only looks at the excitement. He only finds that the upright steps are like flying, his body is as strong as a dragon, and his clothes are flying between his wings. His excited faces flushed! He knows that this is what he wants, and this is what he chases!

However, Founder did not know that the guests had arrived. At this moment, all his energy and spirit were highly concentrated, and there was only one volume of scripture in his mind! This is the full text of the Diamond Sutra, which he searched on the Internet!

"If I smell it. For a while the Buddha was in Shewei. The linden tree was given to the lonely garden. It was with the big priests. There were 1,250 people. Then he was esteemed. When he was eating. Dressed in a bowl ..." Fang Zheng just started with wood. Stick as a pen, then assisted by both feet, and finally the whole person seems to be a pen, and a piece of scripture is written on the canvas between heaven and earth quickly!