"Hello, Master Fangzheng, let's go sit together." Zhu Lin's mother looked kind and kind. After seeing Fangzheng, she smiled.
Fang Zheng returned the courtesy and followed him into the village.
Because of Baiyun Temple, Baiyun Village has also developed its tourism economy. The villagers are relatively wealthy. Every family has a car and everyone is beaming with joy. At the same time, every family has something related to Buddha more or less, and the cultural atmosphere is very
concentrated.
The Chinese New Year has just ended, the couplets were posted, the lanterns were not picked up, and the whole place looked prosperous.
Seeing this, Fang Zheng finally understood why Wang Yougui was so happy when he heard that he had received the invitation from Baiyun Temple. The prosperity of a temple can indeed bring substantial benefits to the villagers. At least for the poor mountainous area of Yizhi Village, it is indeed
It's a good way.
Zhu Lin's home is also a rural compound, with yards at the front and back, and three large tile-roofed houses in the middle with clear windows and bright lights.
Zhu Lin rushed the fastest, followed closely by Zhu Lin's mother. Fang Zheng was walking at the back with his luggage, and vaguely heard someone whispering: "It's not easy for Zhu Lin's mother. She stands at the entrance of the village every day waiting for nothing.
, I’ll go up and have a look when a car comes. I finally got my daughter back today..."
When Fang Zheng heard this, his heart trembled. Looking at Zhu Lin's mother who was not walking fast in front of him, he felt warm in his heart. Is this maternal love?
Fang Zheng looked up at the sky and thought of the scene when he went back to Yizhi Mountain during vacation when he was a child. Every time, Yizhi Zen Master would stand at the foot of the mountain to pick him up as if he knew he was coming back. At that time, Fang Zheng really thought that Yizhi Zen Master would predict the future.
, everything was told to him by the Buddha. Only now did Fang Zheng understand that maybe Zen Master Yizhi was waiting for him at the foot of the mountain every day...
"Master? Come on! There's delicious food!" Zhu Lin's voice came from far away. Fang Zheng smiled slightly, then quickly stepped forward and supported Zhu Lin's mother who almost fell down after stepping on a wooden stick.
"Thank you." Zhu Lin's mother said.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "It's the poor monk who should thank you. You let the poor monk know something that he didn't know at all."
Zhu Lin's mother looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously, and Fang Zheng smiled. Zhu Lin urged her, and the two of them quickly chased after her without saying anything.
Zhu Lin's mother and father were both honest people who were not good at talking. Zhu Lin was also tired. After a few words, they arranged for Fang Zheng to sleep next door.
There was nothing to say all night. The next day, at dawn, Fang Zheng was already up before the rooster went to work.
Fang Zheng, who was used to getting up early, discovered that there was no Buddhist temple for him to clean. After thinking about it for a while, he simply sat cross-legged on the kang and chanted sutras.
At this moment, Zhu Lin came in and said suspiciously: "Master, where are your shoes?"
The moon-white monk's robes could cover the tops of his feet, so Zhu Lin didn't know that Fang Zheng was not wearing shoes.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said, "The poor monk never wears shoes and is used to walking barefoot."
"Barefoot?!" Zhu Lin's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief on her face.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Is it weird? You used to..."
"Shh! -" Zhu Lin quickly made a gesture of silence, and then lowered her voice and said: "Don't say anything about this. If my mother finds out, she will kill me. Master, are you going to Baiyun Temple today?"
"Yes, is there any problem?" Fang Zheng asked.
"It's okay, it's just a pity that I can't go. I can only take you to the ferry, and then you can just get on the boat." Zhu Lin said.
"Oh, do you want to buy a ticket?" Fang Zheng was a little worried because he didn't have much money.
"That's the ferry from Baiyun Temple. How can there be a fee? However, there is a merit box at the pier. If you want to donate, just put some money in it. If you don't want to, just get on the boat." Zhu Lin explained, then stared at Fang Zheng and said: "
Master, you really don’t wear shoes?”
Fang Zheng went down to the ground and said, "Of course the poor monk doesn't wear shoes."
"Tsk tsk... awesome! Really awesome!" Zhu Lin gave a thumbs up.
Fang Zheng was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed!
The scenery in front of me suddenly changed...
In an unfamiliar environment, Zhu Lin answered the phone and walked while talking: "Really?! I can make a movie? Okay, where can I audition?"
The scene turned, and in a community, Zhu Lin was taken into the building by a man, and then she made a cry for help, with ping-pong sounds, and finally Zhu Lin jumped from the window...
The screen shattered...
"Master? Master?!" Seeing that Fang Zheng was distracted, Zhu Lin asked curiously.
Fang Zheng suddenly came back to his senses, but his heart felt cold! Although the Sky Eye can be opened and closed at will, Fang Zheng has been on the mountain and has long been accustomed to opening it at any time. Along the way, Fang Zheng met many people, but
I didn't see anything bad. I never expected that I would see a bloody disaster on Zhu Lin!
Fang Zheng took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "It's okay, the poor monk was distracted just now. Donor, have you had anything good come to your door recently?"
Zhu Lin shook her head and said: "No, there are a lot of bad things. What's wrong?"
Fang Zheng said: "It's okay, donor. If you encounter any good things that suddenly come to your door in the past week, you must think twice before you act! Remember, remember!"
"Master, what do you mean? Can you explain it clearly?" Zhu Lin asked, seeing Fang Zheng's serious look.
Fang Zheng also wanted to say something, but the secret must not be leaked. Just stick to a few words and it would be troublesome to say too much.
After thinking for a while, Fang Zheng shook his head and said nothing.
At this moment, Zhu Lin's mother called everyone to eat. Zhu Lin did not ask any questions, but she kept thinking about what Fang Zheng meant. Is Fang Zheng an ordinary monk? Of course Zhu Lin didn't think so. She had already known Fang Zheng's abilities.
I have seen him twist a knife with his bare hands, and he is like a superman. Zhu Lin, who is deeply affected by the Internet, has already regarded Fang as an outsider or a superman.
Therefore, although Fang Zheng only mentioned it, she took it to heart.
After dinner, Zhu Lin sent Fang Zheng to the ferry. When they got to the ferry, Zhu Lin said: "Master, the ferry is ahead. Just follow everyone on the boat. The Spring Festival Dharma Ceremony will start in two days, and I will go and take a look.
It will be broadcast live at that time, please leave the country."
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "Amitabha, see you then. Donor, before leaving, the poor monk gave you a painting. If you encounter it, you must be careful."
"Painting? What painting?" Zhu Lin looked at Fang Zheng in astonishment.
Fang Zheng's back was facing the sun, and the sunlight was draped on Fang Zheng's body, giving him a somewhat Zen-like and sacred feeling, just at the next moment.
"Amitabha!"
The world in front of Zhu Lin collapsed with a bang, and then she discovered that she actually appeared in Heishan City! Zhu Lin looked around and exclaimed: "How is this possible? Why am I here?"
This place is both strange and familiar to Zhu Lin. Strange because she has never been here, but familiar because she has seen it on TV and the Internet. This is a high-end community.