As for Hongxiang, Mr. Du was a little selfish after all and did not push him out. Mr. Du knew very well that if Hongxiang was pushed out, then Hongxiang's life would really be over, and even being kicked out of the temple would be a minor offense.
Seeing that Fang Zheng not only did not pursue Hong Xiang's matter, but did not even ask about the details, Mr. Du couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Can a young monk of such an age really have such a big heart? There is a difference between people.
The gap between them is indeed not that big."
Thinking of this, Mr. Du only felt grateful, how could he dare to feel dissatisfied?
Outsiders didn't know what Fang Zheng meant, but seeing Mr. Du following him respectfully and not complaining at all, they naturally didn't say anything. Most of them were discussing Yiwei's crossing of the river. After all, this
So shocking!
A huge group of people followed Fang Zheng, some watching the excitement, some taking photos, chatting, bragging, and cheering... It was very lively for a while.
Hongxiang, on the other hand, had long been prepared to be dragged out and criticized, and then to be ruined and get out of the temple. But after waiting for a long time, everyone left, and then he realized that nothing happened without him!
Hongxiang was stunned. Looking at the crowd going away, Hongxiang was a little dazed. After a long time, he scratched his head and followed. However, there was a wave of confusion in his heart. At this moment, he saw many things clearly that he had not been able to figure out before.
At this moment, a group of people came down from the mountain. The leader was Zen Master Baiyun! Followed by monks from various temples, there were hundreds of them!
The two teams faced each other halfway, and then they were both stunned.
At this moment, Brother Hei suddenly rushed up and shouted: "Master Baiyun, please judge, we are all sailing the boat, of course we have the final say on who will be carried or not. This monk actually punished Mr. Du,
Mr. Du is so old..."
"Liu Heizi, shut up!" Mr. Du quickly stepped forward and blocked Liu Heizi's mouth.
Zen Master Baiyun looked at Liu Heizi, who looked dissatisfied, and then at Fang Zheng and Mr. Du. Mr. Du looked angry and ashamed, while Fang Zheng had a calm face. His smile was gentle and full of sunshine. His gentle temperament made it difficult for people to distinguish him from others.
When associated with a monk, most of the time, his clothes and identity will be ignored, and he will be treated as a sunny boy.
Zen Master Baiyun nodded slightly to Fang Zheng, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk Baiyun, the abbot of Baiyun Temple, I have met this master. Which temple does he practice in, and what is his name?"
Fang Zheng looked at the kind master in front of him, and vaguely seemed to see Zen Master Yi Zhi. He was so kind and kind, and his eyes were always as clear as a pool of spring water. Zen Master Yi Zhi once said that the eyes are the windows to the human soul, and his eyes are
A person who is pure must have a beautiful soul. A person who practices Buddhism must cleanse his soul day and night.
The Zen Master Baiyun in front of him was obviously an accomplished monk. Fang Zheng respected him more and more. He clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, Fang Zheng, the abbot of Yizhi Temple, has met Zen Master Baiyun."
"Oh? Are you Fang Zheng?!" Suddenly there was an exclamation in the crowd. A moment ago, Zen Master Baiyun asked where Fang Zheng was, but no one knew him. No one expected that this little monk crossing the river with a reed was actually Fang Zheng!
Looking at Fang Zheng's young appearance and thinking of Yiwei crossing the river, everyone had their own thoughts.
At this moment, a slightly fat monk came forward and said: "Master Fangzheng, why did you cross the river with a reed instead of taking a boat? Isn't this too sensational? If you really want to be famous, you won't be able to do it.
It should be at the foot of the Baiyun Temple Mountain, riding on the popularity of the Spring Festival Ceremony, right?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar again. Just now they were just amazed by Fang Zheng's magical ability to cross the river with a reed. Now think about it carefully, yes, if you don't take a boat, why would you cross the river with a reed? In front of so many people,
Wei Dujiang, this is not grandstanding, what is it? Coveting fame and wealth is not a good attitude. Such people are not worthy of being abbots.
Suddenly everyone's eyes became strange. Just now they looked curious and even respectful, but now they looked a bit contemptuous.
Hearing this, Fang Zheng frowned slightly. He also wanted to take a boat, but there had to be a boat for him to sit on! Fang Zheng was about to speak, but Mr. Du spoke first. He stepped forward and saluted the many monks:
"It's not Master Fangzheng's fault, it's all my fault. I'm old and confused. I listened to the slander and thought Master Fangzheng was a liar who didn't learn a lot and cheated everywhere. I was afraid that he would come to Baiyun Temple and insult the holy land. So I asked the boatmen
Don't take him on the boat, he has no choice, so he just crossed the river with a reed."
As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly realized, but the fat monk quit. Wouldn't this be a slap in his face? The old man's face turned red, and he held on tightly, asking: "If you don't want to take him across the river, you can call him."
Give it to this side, we can coordinate here. It doesn’t have to be like this, right? This hype is too obvious.”
When Fang Zheng heard this, he raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: Is this fat man sick? I'm a good person and didn't provoke him. Why are you biting me? Besides, who knows what the phone number of Baiyun Temple is.
Fangzheng was about to speak when Zen Master Hongyan suddenly said: "Amitabha, what Master Hongjing said is wrong. Not everyone knows the phone number of Baiyun Temple. What's more, although we are outsiders, some worldly things are unavoidable.
Baiyun Temple holds a spring blessing ceremony and sends out invitations. If you can't arrive on time, even if Zen Master Baiyun doesn't care, it doesn't mean that the matter doesn't exist. Everyone knows the subsequent impact. Everyone knows if he changes.
Be anxious."
"What Zen Master Hongyan said is right, but there is one thing that I can't figure out, Master Fangzheng. There are countless monks coming to Baiyun Temple, why do some of them want to target you? As the saying goes, a fly doesn't bite a seamless egg. I'm afraid there is something wrong here.
Please explain?" Master Hongjing did not dare to argue with the highly respected Zen Master Hongyan, and once again turned his attention to Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng said: "Actually, this poor monk can't figure it out. Since this poor monk took over Yizhi Temple, this is the first time he has gone down the mountain. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have any conflicts with anyone."
"This is strange. Since the Master has no conflict with anyone, the question comes back. Why are they targeting you? Why not target the poor monk? The poor monk thinks that the Master should reflect on it and see if he did something wrong.
That's it." When Master Hongjing said this, he already showed a victorious smile, because he found that Fang Zheng seemed to be speechless.
Fang Zheng was also feeling bitter. He had just pretended to be cool and didn't ask clearly why. Now if he was asked to say it, where could he say it?
Fang Zheng was worried, and Mr. Du sighed, knowing that this matter could not be avoided. He was about to tell the truth, but he heard someone shouting: "I should be the one to talk about this matter!"