"Fangzheng, don't do these mysterious things. Just tell me how you renovated your temple. Where did you get the money for the renovation?" Yang Ping is an accountant, so he naturally knows how poor the Yizhi Temple is.
Now, I also know that the renovation of this temple should cost a lot of money. I also know that Fang Zheng is a poor student and has no money. Monk Yi Zhi is even more impoverished in order to provide for Fang Zheng to study. He always feels that this temple is suddenly renovated, which is abnormal.
Wang Yougui also said: "Fang Zheng, you have to explain this matter clearly. My uncle is not greedy for anything from you, but your matter is too strange. I am afraid that someone will do harm to you."
Tan Juguo didn't say anything, the worry in his eyes already explained everything.
Fang Zheng then smiled and said: "Accountant Yang, Uncle Wang, Grandpa Tan, you think too much. I have to thank you for this."
"Thank us?" The three of them were confused.
Fangzheng looked at Yang Ping and said: "A few days ago, Brother Yang sent me a document from the government. I became the abbot of the Yizhi Temple. That day, I saw the Buddha in my dream. The Buddha said that I was ten years old.
You are a good man, you can fulfill one of my reasonable wishes in this life.
I said that I wanted to resurrect the old man Yi Zhi. The Buddha refused and said that the old man Yi Zhi had gone to the West to become a Buddha and could not be reborn in the world.
When I heard that my old man had become a Buddha, I definitely couldn't drag him back and suffer all over again. So I changed my request and asked the Buddha to help me repair the temple. But the Buddha asked me to clean the temple.
I practiced. The next day I cleaned the temple and it was spotless. I didn’t expect that the Buddha really appeared, and the temple became like this under the clanking."
Fang Zheng said truthfully and falsely. He just changed the system to Buddha and hid some things. It was not a lie...
At least the system didn't come out to punish him, so he felt relieved.
Hearing what Fang Zheng said, Yang Ping, Wang Yougui, and Tan Juguo looked at each other. To say they believe it is a bit ridiculous. Since the reform and opening up, they have not believed in these superstitious things for a long time. If they don't believe it, it will change within three or two days.
It's so big that it's simply not possible for humans to do it, and it can't be explained by common sense!
In the end, the three of them acquiesced to Fang Zheng's rhetoric, since there was no better rhetoric anyway.
Tan Juguo said: "Fang Zheng, just know this matter yourself and don't tell anyone else. If anyone asks, just say that the village paid for the repairs for you, and I will help you solve the rest."
Yang Ping flatly said: "Secretary Tan, what age are we? Ghosts and gods cannot be believed, but Buddha allows belief. Although I firmly believe in materialism, I do not object to other people's beliefs."
"What a mess." Wang Yougui glared at Yang Ping and changed the subject: "Fang Zheng, what are you cooking in the kitchen? Why is it so delicious?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "This is me..." After saying this, Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he couldn't keep it to himself, so he changed his words and said: "This is the rice grown by the poor monk himself."
"Haha... You little guy has started to speak in monk language. Okay, you are the host now, so you should be the one. What, bring me a bowl of your rice and let me have a taste." Wang Yougui laughed and scolded.
After Wang Yougui finished speaking, he had already opened his posture and was waiting to eat.
Yang Ping hurriedly said: "There's me, I want to eat too! By the way, give Uncle Tan a bowl too!"
The three of them looked at Fang Zheng with burning eyes. They had no choice but to do so. The smell of the rice was so alluring. It was so fragrant that it made people salivate in their mouths and growl in their stomachs. If they didn't eat it, they would panic.
However, Fang Zheng shook his head slightly and said, "No."
"What?" Wang Yougui became anxious and shouted: "Fangzheng, what's our relationship? You lived in our house when you were in school, didn't you miss meals? You've eaten a lot from such a big bowl, and now
I can’t even eat a bowl of rice from you?”
Yang Ping was also upset, and hummed in support: "It's fine if I don't eat. Uncle Tan helped you a lot back then, so why don't I just eat a bowl of rice from you?"
After thinking for a while, Fang Zheng pointed at the temple and said, "Don't get excited, everyone. Look at my temple. Is it different from other big temples?"
Yang Ping looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see the reason. He shook his head and said: "It's not different, isn't it just to worship the Bodhisattva?"
Tan Juguo suddenly said: "You kid, you thought you could be more diplomatic after going to school, but why are you still as stubborn as that old monk? Really, you haven't learned anything yet..." Although Tan Juguo
He was scolding, but he was laughing and scolding, and he was obviously not angry.
"Uncle Tan, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Yang Ping asked.
Tan Juguo said: "This temple is a small temple. The Wei Tuo at the entrance of the main hall is holding a demon-conquering pestle with two pumps. This is to tell us that his temple is too small and does not care about food and accommodation. This is a rule and he cannot break it. Back then, he pointed at the monk and
He refused anyone to stay overnight, which offended many people."
Wang Yougui heard the words and said with sincerity: "Fangzheng, it is important to have principles as a human being, but you also need to be more flexible. If you want to develop this temple, in today's society, you can't do it without being flexible."
Fangzheng clasped his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, thank you Uncle Wang for your teachings. However, since the poor monk has entered Buddhism, he should follow the rules of Buddhism. How can he cross it casually?"
Yang Ping said impatiently: "After talking so much, why don't you give me food? If you don't give me food, I won't leave!" Yang Ping was really hungry. He didn't eat in the morning, so he followed the mountain climbing.
, and now smelling such a delicious smell, the gluttons in his stomach almost rebelled and occupied the high ground of his brain.
Wang Yougui looked at Fang Zheng eagerly. Tan Juguo said nothing, but his meaning was very clear. He also wanted to eat!
Fang Zheng gave a wry smile and silently asked the system: "How do you repay yesterday's kindness today?"
"The cause of tomorrow will be the result of today. If you don't repay it, there will be cause and effect. If you repay it, the cause and effect will be cut off."
Fang Zheng understood, smiled slightly and said: "In that case, let's make an agreement. Today's meal is considered a favor from me. You can eat it, but you can't come back for it in the future, otherwise I will really break the rules. Of course.
, If the temple expands and can accommodate us, and several uncles are willing to come, the poor monks will sweep their couches to welcome them."
"That's pretty much it, don't say so much, hurry up and serve the food!" Wang Yougui beamed with joy and smiled broadly.
Fang Zheng then turned back and entered the kitchen. At this time, the meal was just ready.
Lifting the lid of the pot, white heat steamed up, and as the aroma of rice spread, the originally light aroma became rich, as if there was sugar in the air, and it smelled sweet!
Everyone swallowed subconsciously and stretched their necks to look inside, unable to wait any longer.
Only then did Fangzheng discover to his dismay that he had only cooked for one person! How to divide it?
Wang Yougui saw that Fang was in a daze, so he urged: "Fang Zheng, what are you doing? Hurry up, uncle is starving to death!"