Chapter 388 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 7
Chapter 388 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 7
After finishing reading the interesting story books in the library, Fuchen started thinking about "The Monkey King".
She wants to see it.
She wants to see it!
There was no "Monkey King" in the huge Hidden Gold Pavilion, and Fuchen was very angry.
"Why is there no "The Monkey King" in the library? Go and buy it. Buy it and put it here." Fuchen pestered the little monk to buy the book.
"Donor, "The Monkey King" is just a joke, not a scripture. It will have no effect on future generations and my Buddha, so why should I preserve it and pass it on?" the young monk said with a smile, writing and ink on his hand.
"Death." Fuchen Genxu kicked the brush away, "Who said it's useless? Isn't "The Monkey King" about Buddhism?"
"Conflict with Buddhist theory." The young monk argued with Fuchen.
"Didn't you say that the Four Seas Buddha Heart means that everyone has a mind and everyone has a Buddha?" Fuchen stared at the young monk's eyes, "Since everyone has different Buddhas, why should you only let your Buddha be there?"
The young monk responded calmly, "The world has rules and scriptures have laws. Everyone has a Buddha, but not everyone has a Buddha for the world. More of them are Buddhas for themselves. What we want to preach is: no matter what time, there is a Buddha.
The Buddha who can establish life for all people in the world."
Fuchen's mind is spinning.
What should I do? I was refuted. If I can't reject it, I won't be able to watch "The Monkey King".
Fuchen racked his brains and came up with it. "What is the small self? What is the big self? What is accepted by you is the big self? What is accepted by most people in the world is not the big self?" Fuchen found a point and spoke loudly.
"There are laws in the scriptures, and they are naturally based on the laws."
"What is the law based on?" Fuchen refused.
"The way of heaven."
"What is the basis of the way of heaven?" Fuchen asked.
"sky."
Fuchen smiled, and she finally found a breakthrough, "The sky will change, and the way of heaven will also change."
The young monk was stunned for a moment and then smiled, "The young monk is really surprised that the donor can think against the sky. The donor will definitely become a person who stirs up the world in the future."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Fuchen subconsciously straightened the grass pole.
Little monk... I used to call myself a poor monk. Haha. Will she have to call myself "adult" in the future? Fuchen has good intentions.
"The Monkey King cannot be placed in the Sutra Pavilion." The young monk concluded.
Fuchen's smile condensed and he stared at the little monk without saying a word.
After a slight pause, the young monk added, "The young monk can pay for it and put it in the young monk's house."
Oh ho ho! Fu Chen jumped one foot high. He shouted loudly, "Don't worry, follow me, you will be a person who doesn't stick to trivial matters and does big things in the future. Haha." Fu Chen laughed happily.
The little monk looked at the naughty Fuchen and smiled.
On the third day of junior high school, the little monk went out carrying a piece of grass. Afraid of being recognized and causing trouble, the little monk put on a bamboo hat and went out.
It is a habit for farmers to bring a raincoat and a hat when going out. It rains a lot in summer, and even if it doesn’t rain, walking through the forest can get your clothes wet.
The Sihai Buddha Heart Temple is a large temple. The Bodhisattva Veda can stay in the temple for free for three days with the demon pestle on his shoulders. Naturally, the monthly payment to the monks will not be less.
Although a monk has become a monk and returned to the Buddha physically and mentally, he is still in the mortal world after all. When a monk has an emergency, he will also buy some melon seed tea to relieve the smell, or if he has something at home, he can also help. He is not born in this world.
Regardless of everything.
The young monk had no family and was alone. The money he had saved in the past few years was more than enough to buy a few copies of "The Monkey King".
The floating dust is two fingers long, carrying paper packages on two leaves and running on the mountain road. The white roots of the grass are splashed with gray stains.
From the perspective of the young monk looking down, he could only see the moving paper bag.
When the stars fell into the night, the two of them walked on the mud and returned. Entering the temple from the small door, they scooped up mountain spring water in the kitchen to wash their roots from the dust.
The little monk washed very carefully. He carefully brushed the grass roots carefully and gently brushed the dust.
But Fuchen couldn't wait any longer. He opened the book and read it, subconsciously stretching his body to prevent the book from being trampled by the water.
Mu Shen looked at Xiaocao who suddenly shot up to half his height and laughed at her little demon butt showing up without even realizing it.
The fourth day of the lunar month.
The young monk stopped reciting Buddhist scriptures and began to carry water. Fuchen glared at the young monk, "Isn't this the job of a young novice monk?"
Did the monks bully the young monk because they thought he was easy to bully?
"Donor, the young monk does not have any status. Except that he does not need alms, he is no different from the novice monk." The young monk explained.
Do not believe.
The two leaves of Fuchen slapped each other, gearing up to deal with people.
"The young monk's money has been used to buy the donor's book. The young monk wants to save some money." The young monk said, "A few senior brothers promised me that I will carry water this year and give me half a tael of silver."
Half a tael of silver is 800 yuan, which is exactly the price of four books. Fuchen made quick mental calculations, immediately changed his face, and said in a brisk tone, "Then you go, you go."
The little monk's eyes were fixed on the grass on the ground where he was still reading the little man's book, and he said firmly, "Donor, you are with me."
"Why?" Fuchen yelled.
The young monk was not used to it, "If you want to study, you should pay for it yourself. The young monk will find work for you and will help you share half of it. But the other half must be paid by the donor himself. The Buddha is the one who saves himself. The donor cannot be lazy.
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"I am grass! How can grass carry water? Have you ever seen a grass carrying water?" Fuchen put his hands on his hips and looked at the young monk at eye level. He felt that he was very weak and vulnerable.
The young monk laughed.
The shaking ground suddenly needs to raise its sight. Is this "grass" ordinary grass? Is it a grass that can run away when the wind blows?
"Donor, we are not in a hurry. We will fill the water in three days. You have three days to slowly fill the water." The young monk was unmoved.
"..." Damn it. Why does this monk suddenly have so many ridiculous demands?
The little monk took Fuchen to the kitchen and saw the buckets of different sizes, letting Fuchen pick them.
Sihai Foxin Temple is a large temple, and the daily burden of drinking water is naturally heavy. There are three kitchens alone. Fuchen is responsible for the water for one kitchen. There must be at least two tanks of water for drinking every day. And this kitchen uses 10 tanks of water.
!
Fuchen was dizzy and pointed at the young monk, "You tricked me! The monk tricked me!"
She thought it was just a tank of water... "You bully Xiaocao! Are you a human? I am just a grass!"
Fuchen still defended himself.
The little monk asked back, "Does ordinary grass need to read the little book?"
Well……
Fuchen couldn't refute, so he picked the smallest "bucket" and quickly went to fetch water with the bucket on his head.
Fu Chen fetched water very quickly, quickly filled the small bucket and ran back. The water entered the water tank and was only slightly submerged.
The little monk looked at Fuchen holding the "water ladle" as a bucket and was speechless. "The donor can use the big bucket to fetch water."
"I can't bear it! I don't have the strength!" Fuchen didn't even think about it, and quickly rushed down the mountain to fetch water with a water ladle.
The little monk didn't know how to speak, so he could only wait until Fuchen ran around again and again, and when it was dark and ready to read the book, he asked, "How many "Monkey King" do you want to read?"
Fuchenle chased the little monk and asked, "Are you willing to buy me all the little people's books?"
The little monk shook his head and said seriously, "Donor, one year's water for a kitchen can only buy four little books. If the donor wants more books, he needs to work more and carry more water." I want it.
If this is possible, a large bucket is a must.
Fuchen was startled and turned his attention to the little book. The Monkey King on it was still slaying demons.
She... Fuchen stood up and imitated the Monkey King's movements in the book, "Monster! Where to escape!" Completely forgetting what the little monk said.
