The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Receive now?" The system asked.

"Wait a while." With so many people, it's hard for Founder to change this book out of thin air.

Seeing Founder coming out of the ward, Huang Xinghua and Huang Zhenhua froze. They had no idea what Founder was doing in the ward, and he stood like that from the beginning to the end ... Are you sick?

The Founder folded his hands with four pairs of humans: "Amitabha, several donors, poor monks have left."

Huang Zhenhua could not wait for this Shinto guy to leave quickly, and Huang Xinghua was almost the same. After speaking two kind words, Fang Zheng left with the red baby.

It was late at night in Yizhi Temple, but this night, the lone wolf, monkey, and squirrel collectively lost sleep, sitting in the yard, looking up at the roof, with a look of sadness and indignation!

On the roof, a child in a small bellyband looked up at the sky and sang, "September 18! September 18 ..."

"Is the fourth division crazy?"

"Perhaps."

"The guy who is so fierce, four brothers, go out with Master once, that's it. Do we have to go out with him?"

"a little worried……"

"My brother and sister are all out. We won't go out. Is it a shame?"

"It's better than crazy ..."

...

And Fang Zheng didn't care if the red child was screaming and crying. At this moment, he had already slept into a dead pig. Not in the temple, and dreaming so many people at the same time, the consumption is not ordinary. My head was groggy, and I fell asleep immediately in bed ... In the dream, Fang Zheng seemed to hear someone singing "My Home is on the Songhua River", as if he saw Chen Dashan and Liu Fangfang ...

The next day, Founder came together, the first thing was.

"System, what about my scriptures? Hurry up to me, I haven't touched the entire scriptures yet!" Fang Zheng hurried.

The next moment a thick yellow book fell into the hands of the Founder. The Founder weighed it, and it was quite heavy! There are several large characters "Dragon scripture" written in dragon and phoenix dance written on the dragon Buddha text!

It's just three words, but it exudes a touch of Buddha rhyme. At a glance, I feel much more comfortable. Opening slowly, the faint aroma of the book came out, and the Founder sucked greedily. For so long, he had been eager to have several books of his own. Now that he has finally achieved his wish, there is only one word in his heart-cool!

"If I heard, at one moment, the Buddha gave a lonely garden to the lonely tree in the Shewei Kingdom, with 1,250 people in Dabiqiu. Then, when the world respected him, he dressed in a bowl and went to Shewei's great city to beg. In the city, I have begged for the second time, and I still come here. Meals are eaten, the bowls are washed, the feet are washed, the seats are seated ... "

Fang Zheng silently read it, and unknowingly read the entire book. When he looked up, he only heard the sound of grunts, so he reluctantly put down the sutra, stretched out, and went out to eat.

At the first breakfast, the red-headed monk red baby has been burned, and the Buddhist monkey squirrel cleaned up together, and now the monkey is sweeping the yard.

After having breakfast, Founder suddenly found that since he had these disciples, he had less and less work.

Just then, a child in a red bellyband flew past him.

Fang Zheng suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Jingxin."

The red baby picked up the bucket and asked, "Master, what?"

Founder smiled slightly: "Did we talk about haircuts last time?"

As soon as the red baby heard it, he ran away and rushed out of the monastery in a blink of an eye. Da Laoyuan shouted, "Master, you remember wrong, no, absolutely no!"

Fang Zheng looked at the back of the red baby, shook his head helplessly, "How can this child protect his head like that? Shaved head is not good? At least it is convenient to wash your hair!"

Holding the "Vajra Sutra" into the Buddhist temple, sitting in front of the big wooden fish, banging, Fang Zheng sinks his heart to study the "Vajra Sutra", and I feel something every time I read it, only feeling empty , Zhihui Mastery, the whole person is much more comfortable.

On the new day, the Founder's day became easier again, recitation of Scriptures, wolves, and ease. But soon, I feel uncomfortable ...

"Master, the situation isn't great." The red baby put the two empty barrels in front of the square.

Founder: "Why is there no water?"

The red baby looked up at the sky and said, "I don't know, it's probably not rained for too long, anyway, Quanquan won't catch water anyway. What to do?"

Founder frowned, one eye of the spring on the mountainside had water all year round. He had never been broken for so many years. Why did he suddenly have no water this year?

Founder Road: "I'll go and see."

After that, Founder hurried to the mountainside. The spring water on the mountainside was the main source of water for the founder. If it was broken, it would not be a trivial matter. I want to pick water later, I'm afraid I'm going down the mountain ... But what Founder is really worried about is not this, but the fearful signal that the spring water is drying up! Looking up at the sky, the sun is hovering, the sun is getting higher and higher, the sun is getting worse every day, and there is no cloud in the clear sky. I didn't feel anything before, but now, Fangzheng increasingly feels that this day is a bit abnormal. Counting the time, it hasn't rained for almost a month!

Founder went straight to Wang Yougui's house. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the scent of watermelon.

"Fangzheng, are you here? Come here, eat watermelon!" Wang Yougui was shirtless, sitting cross-legged on the lotus root, with a plate of watermelon on the table, and Tan Juguo sitting opposite. Tan Juguo put one leg under the cymbal, holding a big cigarette bag pot in his hand, and sucked it. Near the window, Yang Ping sat there, lying on the table, writing something, and there was a calculator beside him.

When Founder came, everyone looked up, looked over and said hello.

The Founder clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, several donors, the poor monk has something to do this time."

"Eating a watermelon won't delay anything, just sit down." Tan Ju state road.

The Founder was also polite, and went directly to his back, sitting next to Yang Ping.

"Fang Zheng abbot, has anything happened on your hill?" Yang Ping asked curiously.

"Ah, the poor monk's finger is dry." Fang Zheng said angrily.

"What ?!" Tan Juguo exclaimed, and slap the cigarette pot in his hand on the table.

Wang Yougui also solemnly asked, "Really? When will it happen?"

Founder Dao: "The specific time of the poor monk is not clear. I discovered it today when I went down the mountain to fetch water. Several donors, what are you so excited about?"

Wang Yougui smiled bitterly: "Recently, several machine wells can't pump water ... I thought it was only a small matter. I didn't expect that even a spring with water all year round would not produce water. It looks like a big problem."

Founder froze and said, "Can't pump water out of the machine well?"

"Well, it started yesterday. At first, only the pump of Song Ergou's house couldn't pump water. At first, I thought the machine was broken, and troubled for a long time. Then Sun Qianjin's house couldn't pump up ... And Sun Qianjin contracted it. The ground of Chen Jin's home can't be pumped anymore. Today is more serious. Several homes can't pump water, I guess, we are underground, I'm afraid it's time. "Wang Yougui frowned, worried.