"Mr. Chen!" County Magistrate Qi was startled. After all, Chen Fan was from Sijiu City. If something happened to this, it would be fatal!
The thunder was so angry that the whole temple would suffer! He couldn't understand why Jing Xin was so courageous? Damn it, if the sky fell, he would probably be killed first!
As a result, County Magistrate Qi ran out and saw Mr. Chen sitting in a daze outside Yizhi Temple.
County Magistrate Qi ran over and asked with concern: "Mr. Chen, are you okay?"
Chen Fan's identity was kept secret, and County Magistrate Qi couldn't call him by official title, so he had to address him as "Mr."
However, what surprised County Magistrate Qi was that Chen Fan, who was thrown out, not only did not get angry, but slapped himself in the mouth and said: "Hey, I don't have a long memory! I actually wanted to bribe the little mage... This throw
, What a good fall! I woke up after the fall!"
After saying that, Chen Fan stood up and left.
County Magistrate Qi hurriedly caught up and said, "Mr. Chen, Master Fangzheng is young and energetic, and Master Jingxin is still a child..."
Chen Fan smiled bitterly and said: "County Magistrate Qi, I know you are protecting the calf, but do you think I have the right to be angry about this matter? This mission is considered a failure. Don't blame them, blame me. I have to go back
He's back alive... I hope it won't be too miserable."
When County Magistrate Qi heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It was not easy for Songwu County to find a capable person, and he didn't want to die like this.
Wang Yougui remained silent because he always felt that he was in Fang Zheng's group and could not help Chen Fan deceive Fang Zheng.
But after hearing what Chen Fan said, he suddenly felt that Chen Fan, a high-ranking official, was actually pretty good. It would be a bit too much to be punished just because of this.
So Wang Yougui asked: "Mr. Chen, what are you going to do with Fang Zheng?"
Chen Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Don't say it, don't say it..."
After saying that, Chen Fan left.
Fang Zheng originally thought that the superiors would continue to send people to harass him, but after waiting for a few days, he found that he was overthinking. County Magistrate Qi went back to continue working hard. Wang Yougui organized people to take good care of tourists every day, and at the same time prohibited anyone from raising prices indiscriminately.
or something; the disciples of Yizhi Temple were busy with their own affairs every day, but for a while, Fang Zheng was free.
Sitting bored in the backyard, looking up at the sky, Fang Zheng sighed again: "The temple is still small, otherwise it would be inconvenient to go out, but I can still walk around. Alas..."
Finally, Fang Zheng yawned. Out of boredom, Fang Zheng had an idea and called Red Boy back.
"Master, what are you doing?" Red Boy asked.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "It's okay. Seeing that you are so tired, you should rest first and I will help you take care of the temple."
Honghai'er was stunned. Fangzheng helped take care of the temple? How?
Just as he was wondering, Fang Zheng cast Dream Yellow Liang, and the next moment, he turned into the red boy, smiled slightly, and walked out.
Hong Hai'er grinned, shook his head and said: "I see, it's rare to have some free time, surf the Internet, and sleep."
No matter what Red Boy was doing in the backyard, Fang Zheng took a look at Salted Fish, who was sitting on the altar table with money thrown at him, and then sat in front of Salted Fish, with a small table in front of him.
There was a teapot on the table. The tea was from an ancient tree in the mountains. Ji Han gave it to Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng was not the kind of person who kept good things for his guests, so he drank it himself as soon as possible.
There was a futon on the ground and he just sat there.
Sipping tea, watching the pilgrims coming and going, and listening to everyone's quiet discussions from time to time, Fang Zheng felt that such a life was interesting.
Just when Fang Zheng was squinting his eyes, drinking tea, and listening to the story in ecstasy, suddenly everything went dark and a figure appeared in front of him!
This man is very tall, looking up to that one, it looks like a hill!
Fangzheng was stunned, and looked up, and there was a strong man sitting opposite him! The man had a short head, a mustache on his chin, and his eyes were so fat that they were slits. When he sat there, it was as if he had two big characters written on his head -
—Funny!
However, Fang Zheng did not smile. Instead, he clasped his hands together, saluted the other party, and said, "Amitabha, donor, are you okay?"
"Young monk, they all say that the monks of your Yizhi Temple have profound Buddhist teachings. Do you think you can help me solve my doubts?" the strong man asked.
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "The poor monk has little talent and knowledge. If the donor doesn't mind, you can ask. But if the poor monk can't answer, don't blame the donor."
When the strong man heard this, he immediately laughed: "You are telling the truth, okay, then I'll ask."
Fang Zheng smiled and nodded.
The strong man's smile gradually faded and he asked: "Little... um... Master, okay, Master, actually I don't believe in Buddhism. I came with a friend, and he went inside to burn incense. I have nothing to do, look at you
I'm sitting here drinking tea, so I came over out of curiosity. I asked some questions along the way, so please don't be surprised."
Fang Zheng didn't expect that this strong man looked very funny, but he was a pretty good person. He didn't pretend or act, and he was reasonable and restrained.
So Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Donor, just ask."
The strong man said: "Actually, I have never been able to figure it out. You said that good people have to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships to become Buddhas. Why do bad people become Buddhas when they put down their butcher's knife? After all, Buddha is too partial to evil people.
?If this is the case, if you want to become a Buddha, wouldn't it be faster to become a villain first and then put down the butcher's knife?"
When Fang Zheng heard this, he smiled and shook his head. He had answered this question before. The person who answered the first time seemed to be the dirty queen Zhu Lin, and later she also talked about it alone.
But this time, Fang Zheng was not going to explain anymore, but smiled and said: "Donor, since you are bored, let me tell you a story."
The other party was stunned and said to himself: You don't give me an answer, but you tell me a story? What kind of thing is this?
However, the strong man didn't seem to mean to continue to embarrass Fang Zheng. Since he couldn't answer, let's listen to the story. Anyway, it was just to kill boredom.
So the strong man nodded, and then glanced at the teapot and teacup in front of Fang with his small eyes, as if to say: "Look, I have been sitting here for a long time. As the master, shouldn't you also give me a cup? Be civilized and polite.
, do you understand?”
Fang Zheng smiled back at the strong man, then picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea under the expectant look on the strong man's face, and drank it himself! Then, when the strong man looked astonished, he said calmly: "Big
On a cold day, it will be really comfortable to drink something warm."
When the strong man heard this, his face turned black. If he hadn't endured it, he would have had the urge to overturn the table.
Fang Zheng ignored him and continued: "Once upon a time, there was a young monk who saw an ant nest on the mountain. The young monk thought it was fun, so he got boiling water and poured it into the ant hole. As a result, all the ants died. The young monk was very sad and sat down