The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

At the same time, in a Porsche store in Heishan, a woman almost threw the phone angrily and said, "This dead monk, even played me!"

Although Xiao Rong was scolding, she also knew that she was really in a hurry this time, interrupting each other at each critical moment, and finally made a big oolong! However, she always felt that she was just pitted by the opposite **** monk!

"No, my girl can't bear this anger, I have to find out where this guy is, huh ... not bad for 50,000? Also ask performance, test drive more than 10 million Porsche Angel? OK, you wait for me! Next time my wife sells your plane, see what other reasons you have to refuse me! "Xiao Rong yelled in the heart ... At the same time Xiao Rong wondered, shouldn't he go and see what the ghost is like? !!

At this moment, Founder has come to Jingmi Tian and sat under the mother bamboo of Hanzhu. This time without the wooden fish, he read the scriptures so calmly. As the scriptures rang, the mother bamboo gently followed. The wind was swaying, as if I understood something. At the same time, the crystal rice seedlings in the crystal rice field finally came out of the water, and the greenness looked particularly beautiful ...

At night, Founder was asleep, and the phone suddenly rang.

Fang Zheng reluctantly picked it up, didn't look at the number, his head was a little confused, and he heard the voice of a child across from him: "Hey! Is it Dad?"

Founder was speechless and replied, "Hey, the poor monk is really not your father ..."

"Ah ... oh, sorry." The child's voice was a little lost, and then hung up.

Hearing the child's disappointed sound, Fang Zheng's sleepiness suddenly disappeared, lying in bed, a little bit sour in his heart. He has no parents since he was a child. Although he has never lacked love, who can replace his true parents with love? Jinyiyushi can't compare with the parents' company. This is the desire of all children ...

"Would you like to promise him? Maybe he would be very happy. But, I don't even know his name, wouldn't it be embarrassing if I wear it?" Fang Zheng shook his head, turned over, and slept sleeplessly again. It's written.

The next day, early in the morning, while eating, Founder's phone rang again. This time, Founder was ready to look at the phone number first. It was not the child, and he was relieved. Jing Yan was calling ...

Founder was about to pick it up, but found that the other party was hung up. After thinking about it, Founder called back, but it turned out that the other person's phone was not a beep, but a ringtone. It was a song with a bit of singing Deep, with a bit of sorrow, Founder just listened to two sentences, his heart trembled, and the figure of Liu Fangfang in the birch forest appeared in his mind ...

"White snow drifts in the quiet village, the pigeons fly under the hazy sky, and the birch trees are engraved with those two names ..."

Fang Zheng listened quietly, remembering quietly, savoring the charm inside and listening to the story inside. At this moment, the singing broke and a tired and lazy voice sounded: "Hey, Master, you are so early ... "

Founder Road: "Amitabha, the donor, you just called the poor monk first."

"Ah? Really? I just turned off the alarm clock and may have run into it, I'm sorry ..." Jing Yan's voice was awake a lot.

Founder was speechless, but it was still possible, but Founder asked curiously, "Door, what song does your cell phone ringtone? Poor monks like it."

"Birchwood," which I found on the Internet by accident last time, this song matches Grandma Liu Fangfang. Although there are different places, but I like it, I like the taste. "Jing Yan said.

Founder Road: "It's really nice and very interesting. By the way, how is Liu Shizhu? And the dock ..."

"Giggle, master, you can rest assured. The pier is not demolished. The previous demolishment was because the pier was dirty and messy, and the pier did not move. The other places are not easy to move. But now there is no problem. The government intends to turn it into a memorial for martyrs In the future, there will be a place where we will remember the martyrs together, and the city will also set up a monument to the unknown martyrs there. In the Qingming Festival, everyone will go there to sweep the grave. This is no longer where Grandma Liu waits for the martyrs to return alone. , But a place where we all wait together.

Now the government is sending people to restore and strengthen the old pier. Some people will clean the old pier. Moreover, after this incident, the local citizens also responded very cooperatively and came out to clean up the streets. Now not only is it not dirty, but it is clean. The building is a bit old, but it ’s good, and it can still find some of the taste of the year.

Aunt Liu has returned to her hometown. Now the old people are doing well. The people in the village take care of her. Her family recognized her again, and the days were good. "Jing Yan said.

Founder was extremely surprised. Although he hoped that the government could leave the dock and leave the martyrs who had sent away the martyrs but had not yet waited for the martyrs to return, he did not have much hope. After all, many things are not transferred by individual will. It just happened that the government seemed to attach more importance to this matter than he thought.

Upon hearing the good news, Founder announced a Buddhist slogan: "Amitabha, be kind and good."

The two chatted again, Jing Yan said: "Master, don't say anymore, there is still a news to interview today, get up, and worship."

Founder didn't ask much, hung up the phone and started eating.

The red baby sat opposite, but kept listening with his side ears. When Founder finished speaking, he swallowed the last bite, grinned, and hummed, "Master, chat with the female donor? It was a great chat."

Fangzheng listened to the strange tone of the red baby's yin and yang, and raised his eyebrows, saying intently, "Jingxin, have you finished your meal? Go and pick up the water after you finish it."

The red child stared at Fang Zheng with a guilty expression, while the founder was slowly eating the meal, and he looked at it casually. The red child wrinkled his nose and said, "If it can't beat you, I promise to kill you!"

Then the red baby was extremely depressed to carry water ...

After seeing the red child carrying water, and then seeing the red child coming down the mountain, the members of the construction team were a little strange, but he would still watch his arrival and departure with sympathetic eyes, and the red child was uncomfortable. But he is proud and too lazy to talk to these mortals ...

After Founder had finished his meal, he came to the Buddhist temple and turned off his mobile phone. Then he entered the Buddhist temple and knocked on the wooden fish, and read the scriptures.

In the courtyard, the linden tree is getting more and more lush, and the crown is getting bigger and bigger, shaking with the wind and falling leaves. Under the tree, a monkey in a monk's clothes slowly swept leaves, and the squirrel on the tree was diligently sending pine nuts into his private villa. The whole world seemed to be immersed in a kind of tranquility and peace.

PS: Thanks for the 50,000 rewards in the morning smoke and rain.