The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Thank you Master for answering your questions and answers. By the way, the big clock at the door is very special. Which owner donated it? You can see that it is very intentional." Uncle Da smiled.

Founder looked at Uncle Da's face with sincerity, but with a hypocritical smile in his eyes, he smiled: "It's an old thing. I didn't take it out before, and only recently hung it up."

Founder is hard to lie, but it's OK to say something ambiguous. The clock is indeed an old thing, and it is also an old thing in Lingshan. It's just that he omitted some words.

Uncle Da's eyes suddenly flashed. It was not antique, nor was it of low value. It was antique, and it was worthless! Uncle Da's breathing was a little faster, and he asked, "Old things? How old?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk does not know, but it should be there for hundreds of years." Founder.

"Hundreds of years ?!" Zhang Zi and Ying Zi cried out in unison, which attracted the dissatisfied eyes of several pilgrims. The temple is a place of purity. This is not only the bodhisattva likes purity, the monk likes purity. Pilgrims who come here also seek purity. If it ’s messy, what are you doing at the temple? Might as well visit the market. Keeping the temple quiet is the most basic quality, so a few people were severely despised.

Uncle Da glanced at the two of them, and they both grinned and said nothing.

Uncle Da said: "It's really a long time. Thank you Master for answering questions and doubts. Going down on the column incense will not trouble the Master.

Founder nodded and sat under the bodhi tree again, quietly looking at the Buddhist scriptures.

Uncle Da took Zhang Zi, Ying Zi, and Dumb to the Buddhist temple.

Out of the temple's door, Zhang Zi puzzled: "Uncle Da, we don't believe this, why do we still smell incense? And it is also incense, which is too luxurious."

"You know the fart, Uncle Da really doesn't believe in Buddhism, but it's going to offend people. You always have to give a sweet date? It can be considered to be with him in advance."

Zhang Zi was stunned, and then exulted: "Uncle Da, you mean ..."

"Nothing! Go!" When Uncle Da suddenly interrupted Zhang Zi, he strode away.

Zhang Zi then returned to God, glanced at the direction of the temple with vigilance, determined that no one noticed these people, and then followed the steps of Uncle Da and left quickly.

It's just that Zhang Ziguang looks behind him, but doesn't look under his feet ...

At the foot of Zhang Zi, a chubby squirrel was sitting there, holding a piece of bamboo shoots to eat the incense. When Uncle Da left, they 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 are definitely not at ease."

Founder put down the Buddhist scriptures and laughed, "Oh? What did they say that made you think so?"

Then, the squirrel imitated a conversation between several people.

Fang Zheng frowned slightly, then sighed, "It is a blessing, not a curse, a curse ..."

"How?" The squirrel asked curiously.

Founder said meaningfully: "Do not act immortal."

At the same time, Uncle Da led the people down the mountain. Today, the Yijia Village Farmhouse is next to each other. As the business gets better and better, they not only manage meals but also provide accommodation.

Therefore, Uncle Da and others found a house in the village that looked very honest, the door was still hanging, and the model pacesetters lived there.

"Uncle Da, have you been watching what the boss does?" Zhang Zi asked puzzledly.

"This guy doesn't look like a model pacesetter ... Zhang Zi, go ask someone, who is this Boss Song. The brand outside will not be fake. What we do, it ’s best to live Honest people's home, worry and less trouble. "Da Shu said.

Zhang Zi nodded, and went out immediately, after a while, came back.

"Uncle Da, ask, this boss Song is really a model role model. He is a very good volunteer every day." Zhang Zidao said.

"Well, that's good." Uncle Da nodded, but he always felt that something was wrong. He walked north and south. He hadn't seen any model pacesetters wearing crooked hats, with a second-class look ... Finally, comforting himself "Maybe I think too much."

At night, several people finished their meals, and Uncle Da said, "Get ready, you will be in the mountains tomorrow morning."

"Uncle Da, here is the mountain? What does Yizhi Temple care about?" Yingzi asked curiously.

Uncle Da shook his head and said, "That thing has a master, it ca n’t run, it ’s always there. It ’s different in the mountains, it ’s no master, it ’s late, and maybe it ’s going to be boarded first. You can ask Song Boss, is anyone in the village crossing the mountain? We need a guide. You can talk to him about the price. "

"OK." Zhang Zi went out immediately.

"What? Are you going to Tongtianshan?" Song Ergou heard his hat fall off.

"What's wrong? Is Tongtianshan dangerous?" Zhang Zi asked.

"If it was before, it was really dangerous. The most famous thing in the Tongtian Mountains is that there are many wild boars, thick skin and thick meat, running across the mountains. Hundreds of pounds of big wild boars, come over, think about it yourself, aren't you scared?" Song Ergou Asked.

"There are so many wild boars?" Zhang Zi was startled. The most fierce beast in the Northeast was a wild boar. When he went up the mountain, it was better to meet a wolf than a wild boar.

"Do n’t be excited, it ’s not the same as before. I do n’t know if the wild boars are rampant. After going down the mountain for a time, I saw people running around in circles and did n’t even meet people at all. But the wolves, the blind bears, There are a lot of poisonous snakes. The main thing is that Tongtian Mountain has not been developed at all. There are only some sheep intestines that you step on. It is very difficult to walk. By the way, what are you doing on the mountain? There are nothing except wild vegetables and mountain treasures on it. Now. "Song Ergou asked curiously.

"We are all people in the city, and we want to go into the virgin forest and feel the breath of nature. By the way, Mr. Song, can you find a suitable guide for us?" Zhang Zi asked.

"The guide is simple. I'll find it for you. But the price ... you know, our village is all farmhouses, and one day away, the loss is not small." Song Ergou was a ghost.

Zhang Zi laughed: "Relax, you are indispensable for money."

Song Ergou nodded and left.

When Song Ergou went out, he felt that this was not the right thing. The people in the city who had entered the mountain hadn't seen him before, but there were few people like them who acted smartly and did things quickly. The focus was on the body. Carrying a lot of things, the bulging look is not lightweight.

"Forget it, what are they going to do with me. Just give them a guide ..." Song Ergou shook his head, thinking more lazily.

"Amitabha, Song donor, where is this going?" At this moment, a Buddhist horn sounded, Song Ergou stunned, and said in surprise: "Fang Zheng abbot, why are you coming down the mountain?"