This is hosting? But in this plane, the monk’s mantra is not Amitabha?
But it's normal to think about it. After all, the development of Buddhism here is not necessarily the same as in his original world.
Fang Xiaoyue hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
"Are you Donor Zhang? You are indeed handsome and talented."
"I have met Master Puding. I am from Tianping University..."
Professor Wang and others also came forward to pay their respects.
After all, there are too few real monks now. The monks they usually see are either fakes in tourist attractions or hard-drinking monks who have lost their hearts.
Everyone knows that this abbot of Shishan Temple has been able to stick to this Shishan Temple for more than fifty years. He is not greedy for material things, does not pursue fame and fortune, and usually provides medical treatment and medicine to the people in the mountains. Therefore, there is a certain respect in his words.
"The weather is hot. Please go to the poor monk's tea tasting hall to rest for a while."
Master Puding invited with a smile.
The group of people didn't refuse, they just followed.
However, the simplicity of this Shishan Temple was beyond Fang Xiaoyue's expectation.
The first of the temples, the so-called tea tasting hall is actually a small wooden pavilion behind the temple.
But having said that, it's really cool here.
It was very pleasant to sit in the small wooden pavilion, drink tea brought by the young monk, chat with Master Puding, and enjoy the cool breeze blowing from the mountains.
But when the topic came up about Fang Xiaoyue's ordination as a monk, the host remained silent. After a long time, he sighed softly and asked Fang Xiaoyue to stay first. As for the others, they were naturally the benefactor's guests, but Shishan Temple was not big in the first place, and there were no
A wing room was built to accommodate guests, so Lei Daxun, Professor Wang and others had to leave before the sun set.
As for the reporters, upon arriving at Shishan Temple, they were directly told that it was okay to come in as donors to burn incense and worship Buddha, but Buddhism is a pure place and filming was not allowed.
As a result, those reporters could only wait outside the temple gate.
After all, there is no pure place for Buddhism outside the temple gate. The monks have nothing to do with taking photos or anything like that.
But here comes the problem. When Lei Daxun, Professor Wang and others went to the main hall to burn incense and left, the reporters did not see Fang Xiaoyue coming out.
That’s not to say that it’s impossible to make up a random piece of news.
But the problem is that today’s readers are very picky. Everyone knows that Zhang Erquan came to become a monk, but no photos of Zhang Erquan were taken. If you write an article and publish it, no one will believe that you came to Shishan Temple to interview Zhang Erquan!
"trouble!"
A middle-aged male reporter looked at the opened temple door with a headache.
If you can't take pictures, even if you go in, it means you didn't go in.
At this time, a young female reporter was struggling with the courtyard wall. She moved a big stone and wanted to stand on her feet to see what was going on inside the temple. However, she was a little short, and even with the stone underneath, her head could not reach it.
Courtyard wall.
At this time, the reporters showed their talents. In addition to the female reporters who wanted to climb over the courtyard wall, some sought connections with the little Samira, some called back and asked people to help deliver pinhole cameras, and some paid directly.
If you want to bribe the host, well, you are sending merit money.
But the reporter who tried to bribe the host failed shamefully.
The host's position was very clear. It's okay to send merit money and put it into the merit box yourself, but if you want to take pictures in the temple, it's definitely not allowed.
Fang Xiaoyue was temporarily arranged by the host to live in the row of Zen houses where the monks lived.
The entire Shishan Temple is not large, so there are not many monks.
Except for the abbot, Shishan Temple does not have as many high-level monks as other temples.
There is no such position as a governor here. The presiding officer also serves as a guest. The chief disciple is a dark-skinned middle-aged monk who also holds the positions of head monk, monk duty, and canon seat. There is also an old fire-burning monk. In addition,
, the remaining are six young novice monks.
Of course, all this information was learned by Fang Xiaoyue while chatting with the novice monks before going to bed.
These little novice monks are actually orphans from nearby mountain villages. Basically, both of their parents have died and have no relatives to take them in. There is also one whose parents don’t even know who he is. He was thrown outside the temple gate when he was a baby.
The little novice who came out to sweep the floor saw him and reported it to the abbot, who took him in. He is now over seven years old and can be regarded as the most naughty little novice in this temple.
It was Fang Xiaoyue's first time sleeping in a Zen room, but she felt at ease and fell into sleep in a short time.
The next morning, he got up earlier than the other novice monks. When he went out to wash up, he met the dark-faced first monk walking towards the door of the temple with a broom.
Fang Xiaoyue greeted with a smile: "Good morning, senior brother."
"World Honored Buddha, good morning, donor."
The first monk not only had a dark face, but also seemed to have a rather old-fashioned personality. After returning the salute with one hand, he ignored Fang Xiaoyue and walked out of the temple gate, rustling and began to sweep the floor.
No wonder the host is still serving as a guest monk at such an advanced age. With the temper of the first senior brother, if he becomes a guest monk, I don’t know how many donors who come to burn incense will be offended.
Fang Xiaoyue couldn't help but sigh.
Of course, he didn't dislike the first monk.
Although the other party has a rather old-fashioned temper, he still treats the young novice monks very well.
This is not only reflected in the words of the novice monks, but also reflected in their actions.
The status of the first senior monk in any temple will not be low. After all, the first monk is the successor of the abbot.
And things like cleaning up fallen leaves outside the temple gate should undoubtedly be done by the novice monks.
But considering that the juniors were still young, growing, and prone to sleepiness, the senior brother simply got up early and swept the floor to let the juniors sleep a little longer.
Of course, senior brother will not interfere with the cleaning work during other periods of time. After all, for these young novices, sweeping the floor is also a kind of practice.
After washing up, Fang Xiaoyue went to an open space in the corner of the temple and started practicing boxing.
After practicing the boxing exercises and stretching the body, he began to build up his strength and play with the two sledgehammers back and forth.
This is just the strength to beat this body. After all, Fang Xiaoyue himself is a god.
An hour later, Fang Xiaoyue found those little novice monks sneaking around the corner and looking over here.
However, he ignored it and continued to work hard.
But for those little novice monks, all this is novel and fun.
They watched in stunned silence as Fang Xiaoyue threw such a heavy sledgehammer into the air, then jumped up, grabbed the sledgehammer, and performed a set of hammering techniques in the air.
It has to be said that this is beyond their imagination.
Last night before going to bed, they went to play with the pair of sledgehammers out of curiosity. As a result, with the combined efforts of several young novices, they could not lift one sledgehammer.