The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

So Fangzheng and Jiang Zhou got together, looking at the leisurely Jiang Zhou on the side, Fangzheng looked at the roof of the shed silently, thinking bitterly: "I'm still young, and I am an old man, cry!"

After watching the parade in the morning, Founder returned to Yizhishan. As for the lone wolf, red baby, squirrel, and monkey who wanted to play under the mountain, Founder didn't stop it, and let them play.

A man opened the door of Yizhi Temple, walked into the temple, sat under the linden tree, and looked up at the linden tree. Founder had a feeling of dreaming. Gently stroking the linden tree, whispered: "They all say that life is like a dream, and the poor monk has been dreaming like a dream this year. If you are still the same as before, the poor monk must slap himself and see if it is also It's a dream. You came from the south and took root to death on a mountain of fingers. Now that you live, the poor monk hopes more miracles will appear on you, Amitabha. "

It is a pity that the linden tree is the linden tree. This world is not suitable for spiritual practice. There are no monsters and monsters, so the linden tree cannot respond to the Founder. Founder just talked about his emotions, shook his head, walked into the Buddhist temple, beat the big wooden fish, and read the scriptures.

This is the first time that Yizhi Temple has been alone in the temple for so long, and it is also the first time that it is so quiet. As Fang Zheng read the scriptures, he clearly felt the breeze blowing through the courtyard, clapping the squeaks of the leaves of the linden tree, and wiped the coolness of his ears.

Smell the smell ...

Founder's heart became calmer and quieter, and eventually forgot everything. In his heart, there was only sutra, only Tao, no self and no phase. At the same time, what was done during the day was replayed in my mind. Every move and the Dharma confirmed each other. What was done right and what was done wrong became clear at a glance.

Founder's heart trembled. Is this clear?

As a result, he was shocked and awake from that special state. Founder wants to find that feeling again, it's no longer possible, because ...

"Come here for me!" An angry drink came from outside the temple, and then a man with gray hair, waxy yellow skin, a dark blue shirt, camouflage pants, and a pair of mud-covered rain boots pulled angrily. A half kid came to the gate of the temple.

Men are angry, but deeper in their eyes are helpless.

Fang Zheng went out and finally saw the boy who was behind the man. The boy was very thin and not tall, his hair was stained with a less obvious yellow, his eyes were full of stubbornness and dissatisfaction, and he struggled hard And want to break free of the man's hand.

"Amitabha, two donors, is there anything wrong?" Founder stepped forward.

"Mr. Founder, we're here for you." The man's expression slightly eased when he saw Founder.

Fang Zheng carefully looked at the man. The more he looked, the more familiar he seemed to be from a nearby village, but the man in Fang Zheng's impression was not so old! How do people in their thirties look like they are in their fifties?

"The donor is Liu Hongyun's donor?" Founder asked.

"It's me ..." The bitterness of Liu Hongyun's face was not the first time someone asked him this way. He came up the mountain all the way, and he was asked too many times.

Founder stunned, it turned out to be the Liu Hongyun who he was familiar with! Liu Hongyun is not a man in the village. He belongs to the next village. Liu Hongyun should be 38 years old this year. But Liu Hongyun in front of him is an old man in his fifties! The gap before and after this is too big.

"Mr. Founder, it's hard to say a word." Liu Hongyun knew why Fang was in a daze, and he felt uncomfortable, but what could he do?

"Amitabha, two donors, come in and sit down." Founder stepped away and invited the two to enter the temple and sit on a bamboo chair under the linden tree.

After Liu Hongyun's son Liu Beijun entered the monastery, he also stopped struggling. I don't know why. After entering, he felt a lot more relaxed. After seeing Founder, he felt completely calmed down. Sitting quietly with Liu Hongyun, he lowered his head slightly and did not look at anyone. No one knew what he was thinking.

Several people took their seats, and Founder said nothing, waiting quietly, he knew that since Liu Hongyun had arrived, there must be something to say.

Sure enough, Liu Hongyun sighed after calming down for a while: "Mr. Founder, please help me persuade my son, he doesn't want to go to school, you say ... how can he not go to school? What can he do after not going to school ? Do you farm like me? "

Liu Beijun said dissatisfied: "has been planting land? Farming is better than going to school. What's so good about going to school? So many people go to school. After coming back, they are not old at home."

"You ... you can only plant land if you don't get into college!" Liu Hongyun said angrily.

"I think farming is very good. You look at my classmates, it's so cool after not studying, and riding around on a motorcycle. Now we go to our school, who can't give me some ideas, and the teachers eat with them. It's no better than at school. Is it strong? "Liu Beijun said for granted.

"That's a social mess, if you mix with them, what can you get out of?" Liu Hongyun said.

"You are so powerful, you are not planting land anyway, I do n’t study anymore, it ’s useless to say anything. I just want to be free and I do n’t want to go into that big cage anymore. It ’s useless to find anyone!” Liu Beijun made it clear That is, do not study, and love to embarrassedly.

Liu Hongyun was not good at words, and was dumbed by Liu Beijun. Together with his anger, he was about to slap.

Founder hurriedly said, "Amitabha, the donor, the problem cannot be solved by hands."

"Hit, hit! Always hit! What else would you do besides hitting me? Someone else can ride a motorcycle to school, I can only ride a bike! Other people's kids can buy a tablet, I can only use a diary! You I do n’t know how to handle me? ”Cried Liu Beijun with a red face and red ears.

"You ... you! I tm killed you!" Liu Hongyun was so angry that he was at home, even if he arrived at the temple, it was so shameful in front of others! He can't afford to lose this person!

Founder hurriedly stopped, euphemistically wanted to calm him down, at least don't do it, so he said: "Donor, the temple is not suitable to do it."

When Liu Hongyun heard it, he nodded, and then pulled Liu Beijun out. "Okay, I'll go out and fight."

Founder: "..."

After the Founder's persuasion, Liu Hongyun finally calmed down and sat there saying: "You learn to learn Master Fangzheng, look at you again!"

Liu Beijun muttered, "Fang Zheng also dropped out of school halfway."

Liu Hongyun was stunned. Before thinking about Founder's achievements, he forgot about it for a while, and Founder was also a stupid boy who dropped out of school! Looks like I was looking for the wrong target ...

Fang Zhengzheng is helpless, this can lie down, pit!