"Young and old men in the Northeast, don't say anything. Our lives were saved by Abbot Fangzheng. Although the disaster was bad, we are still here and we are at home. I feel that our losses are not as big as imagined.
After rebuilding our home, I want to donate money to expand the Yizhi Temple! Regardless of whether Abbot Fangzheng is here or not, this is the only thing we can repay him with."
"Yes! Expand One Finger Temple!"
"Yes, Abbot Fang Zheng is no longer here, but his disciples are here! Expand Yizhi Temple and pass on Abbot Fang Zheng's good deeds!"
"I'll donate too!"
"Although I'm not from the Northeast, I'm one of the people to do this."
“Count me in, I’ll donate too!”
…
There was such a commotion on the Internet, and Wang Yougui, who was doing recovery work, also got the news and hurried to Yizhi Temple.
In the end, after running only two steps, a young monk came towards me.
"Master Jingxin, why did you come down the mountain? How is the mountain? Is your master back?" Wang Yougui was really anxious. For many people, Fangzheng is a talisman and a person with great supernatural powers.
But for the people of Yizhi Village, it is not only a matter of financial resources, but also a matter of concern.
To them, Fang Zheng is family more than anything else!
After all, they had watched Fang Zheng grow up, and they had taken care of Fang Zheng when he was sick. Now that the child has grown up and flown away...how can they not care?
Red Boy clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, donor, don't be excited. The master has already left, but before leaving, he left a message. The master planned to ask the donor to sell the materials for the expansion of the temple on the mountain. They were sold.
The money should be used to help everyone rebuild their homes."
Wang Yougui had a bitter look on his face when he heard this, and sighed: "Hey... the child has grown up after all, and his state is different."
Speaking of this, Wang Yougui looked at Honghai'er and asked, "Are you really not coming back?"
Hong Hai'er smiled and said nothing. Hong Hai'er, who always lied without blushing, didn't know why. Looking at Wang Yougui's face that suddenly became vicissitudes of life, he couldn't lie at all and could only speak vaguely.
A smile.
Wang Yougui shook his head and said: "Well, don't lie to me. It's better not to give me hope. It's a good thing that Fangzheng's kid can go to the Paradise of Paradise and become a Buddha. I'll go down the mountain right now and let people
I will take care of the rest of the accounts when transporting wood to the mountains, and then hand them over to you. Don’t worry, I won’t use a penny for anything else, I will definitely use it on the cutting edge.”
Hong Hai'er clasped his hands together and said, "Since the master has handed everything over to the donor, the poor monk is naturally relieved. Donor, the master has left. There are still many things to deal with on the mountain. I'll take my leave. By the way, there is one more thing.
The temple may have to move."
"Moving?" Wang Yougui was stunned: "How can you move when your master is gone? We can still take care of you here. Where will you go when you leave here?"
Hong Hai'er waved his sleeves and said with a smile: "I'm not moving, it's Yizhi Temple who is moving."
Wang Yougui listened confused and asked: "Why can't I understand? When Yizhi Temple moves, aren't you the ones who are moving? Do you want to return to secular life?"
Red Boy just smiled, said nothing, waved and left.
Wang Yougui was puzzled, but it was too late to pursue him and ask questions. He turned around and prepared to find someone to move the wood up the mountain.
When he turned around, Wang Yougui was shocked to find that the lumber had been completely removed at some point!
What surprised Wang Yougui even more was the amount of wood. After so long, some of the materials had been made into objects for building houses by craftsmen. Logically speaking, there should be less. But everything in front of him is still the same as it was originally.
!
"Did time turn back? Or was it caused by supernatural powers again?" Wang Yougui muttered, but the matter was related to Yizhi Temple, so what happened was not surprising.
No matter what, Wang Yougui did as Fang Zheng said. The contact person protected the wood and started contacting the buyers at the same time.
"Village chief, have all these timbers been sold?" Song Ergou felt distressed as he looked at the timbers.
Chen Jindao: "Village Chief, what will happen to the money after selling these timbers? I think it's a bit hot to keep this money in our village."
Sun Qiancheng also said: "I feel it's hot too. We have made some money over the past year. Moreover, the damage to our village was not big in this earthquake. We can clean it up and reinforce the house later. That's fine for the city."
The loss here is too great, how about donating all the money?"
Tan Juguo laughed and said, "Even if you guys have consciousness and conscience, I can't just donate all the money."
Song Ergou was stunned: "Uncle Tan, what you said is a bit unconscious, right?"
Tan Juguo picked up his pipe and pot and hit him on the head. He laughed and cursed: "Don't worry, if you kid is more enlightened than me, I will be the party secretary for you."
Song Ergou grinned and quickly shook his head: "Forget it, I can't..."
Wang Yougui said: "I also agree with the party secretary. What Fang Zheng said is to support the construction of the disaster area. We are also a disaster area, so it is not too much to leave some money. In this way, no matter how much it is sold, one thousand will be left in our village."
"Uh..." Everyone was speechless for a while. One thousand? What is this enough for?
Chen Jindao: "I understand, this is a symbolic remnant. After all, rain and dew are all affected by it. This is Founder's last gift. We can also get some blessings. Is that what you mean?"
Wang Yougui smiled and continued: "I have another suggestion, please listen to it. The reason why our village can develop is not only because of the mountains, but also because of the willingness of people from Songwu County and other places to come."
Sightseeing and willingness to spend money are what made us what we are today. Now that everyone has suffered a disaster, our losses are not particularly big..."
"Village Chief, aren't you in trouble for going around here? Isn't it just a donation? I'll donate!" Song Ergou was the first to shout.
Chen Jin, Sun Qiancheng, Yang Hua and others were happy when they heard this and raised their hands: "Donate!"
"Okay, go back and donate how much you want, throw it into the bucket over there. Register here and write down how much you donate! You are not allowed to write less, and you are not allowed to write more, otherwise you will find out. Don't blame the old man for not using the pipe or pot.
I'm going to beat you with a carrying pole!" Tan Juguo laughed and scolded.
Everyone laughed and said: "Secretary, we have already looked away from such a big earthquake. People, you have to live like a human being! If you only care about yourself, that's not a human being, that's an animal."
…
No one noticed that someone had appeared in the village at some point, so he stood beside them, looked at them silently, smiled, and finally clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and turned around to leave.
On the way up the mountain.
"Master, I've never understood why you had to get an ascension in the end? Doesn't it mean that you have wasted all your hard work for so many years?" Hong Hai'er asked with a puzzled look on his face.
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ps: It’s almost over, and I’m a little reluctant to part with it. I’ll write some extras one after another in the future, including the story of Fang Zheng and Yizhi Zen Master, and also the follow-up story of Fang Zheng, which can make up for the small shortcomings.