"You have merit in your body, and you are more sensitive to karma than before. This is normal. Otherwise, you will not be able to tell good or bad from the other person's every move or look in his eyes. Everyone can act, even if it is not intentional.
, will also subconsciously package themselves. As for now, you feel the hostility and karma! The few people in front of you are not good people!" the system said.
Fang Zheng's heart trembled. The system said it was no longer a good thing, so it must not be a good thing! Fang Zheng said: "So, the poor monk is going to save people again?"
As a result, the system remained silent, and it took a long time before a sentence came: "Buddha only saves those who need to be saved!"
Fang Zheng was stunned, what does it mean? What does it mean to cross or not? I asked the system, but the system stopped talking. Fang Zheng was confused and did not understand the meaning at all.
Just when Fang Zheng was distracted, Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly turned red!
"Don't let me tell you a second time, how can you give me back what I gave you? Not even a penny less!" As the short man Huang Mao spoke, he snatched the money from an old man's hand.
The old man shivered angrily, but said nothing.
"Did you hear that? Do you really think we gave you money? Stop dreaming, you guys deserve to be poor for the rest of your life!" A strong yellow man said and started to grab the money back.
Most of the middle-aged laborers in Dongliang Village have gone out to work, and most of the remaining ones are old people and children, with few women. The only three or five middle-aged men are a little timid and dare not step forward, watching helplessly.
, after a few yellow guys finished using them, they started to snatch the money back.
"Bring the money!" A yellow man came to a little girl. The little girl was so frightened that she stepped back, shook her head, and said fearfully: "I didn't take it..."
"No? What's that in your arms? Bring it!" After Huang Mao said this, he grabbed the pencil case in the girl's arms. The girl was so frightened that she cried on the spot, but she still held on to the pencil case with her little hands and shouted:
"Brother, I really didn't take it, I just came here. Please, this is my pencil case, don't grab my pencil case... Wuwu..."
"You're crying, the money is hidden in the pencil case! Bring it to me!" Huang Mao pulled out the pencil case, but the little girl rushed over after him. Huang Mao got angry and cursed: "You bastard,
Oh my god! The pencil case...fuck it, I'll give you the pencil case!" Huang Mao raised his hand and was about to smash the pencil case to the ground!
At that moment, Jing Yan became angry and raised her legs to rush forward.
But there is someone faster than her!
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and Huang Mao felt as if his wrist was bound by an iron hoop, unable to fall down. He turned his head and saw a monk in white clothes with a ferocious face and infinite anger staring at him! That look, look.
It made his heart tremble. As the saying goes, the poor are afraid of the unruly, and the unruly are afraid of the desperate. The monk in front of him gave him the feeling that he was desperate!
"You...you...what are you doing?" Huang Mao asked.
Fang Zheng said word by word: "Throw! Hands!"
Huang Mao's hand couldn't fall down, and the hand that smashed things was clamped. He spoke with a trembling voice, and felt ashamed. For the sake of face, he stuck a stick on his neck and said: "If I don't let it go...ah! It's broken, it's broken."
!It’s broken...it hurts...let go, I let go..."
Huang Mao felt that the opponent's hand suddenly exerted force, and the bones of his wrist were almost broken! Tears of pain flowed out.
The pencil case fell, Fang Zheng caught it with one hand and flicked it with the other hand. Huang Mao felt a strong force coming from him, and he couldn't help but step back seven or eight steps before sitting down on the ground and stopping.
Vaguely, Huang Mao seemed to hear someone laughing around him. Without raising his head, he knew that it must be the villagers laughing! Even his brothers were laughing. He was embarrassed this time! How could he fool around in the future?
Looking at the monk again, he became even more angry. The other man didn't look at him at all, but...
After Fang Zheng shook off the yellow hair, he smiled slightly, squatted down, put the pencil box in the hands of the crying little girl, and said with a smile: "This is given to you by the poor monk, no one can take it away."
"Thank you...thank you, Brother Poor Monk." The little girl choked with sobs, but there was a smile on her face. It looked a bit abrupt, but it made Fang Zheng heartbroken! He was an orphan, and although no one bullied him in the village, he still had a smile on his face.
He was also bullied in school. Zen Master Yizhi made him a small wooden sign pendant out of wood, but his classmates snatched it away and laughed at him. As a result, he sent the classmate to the hospital. He knew that his beloved
The pain of having your things taken away by innocent people...
Fang Zheng gently rubbed the little girl's head and said with a smile, "Okay, don't cry. Be good. It's okay."
Seeing this, all the villagers breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Several villagers who clenched their fists and were about to take action unclenched their fists and looked at Fang Zheng with eyes filled with gratitude. It was this man who gave them respect for the first time; it was this man,
The first one to stand up for them! This kindness made the villagers' hearts warm, and their originally lifeless hearts were activated again, as if something was about to be blown to pieces.
Only then did Jing Yan come back to her senses. Looking at the scene in front of her, Jing Yan felt that it was so beautiful!
The monk, dressed in white and covered with snow, squatted there, with a smile as warm as the sun. He stretched out his hand, rubbed the head of the ragged little girl, and comforted her. The little girl enjoyed this kind of care very much, just like an injured kitten.
Take care, the panic is dissipating.
Jing Yan recorded all this scene into her mobile phone, and she suddenly felt that this monk may not be the most handsome in appearance, but his soul is indeed beautiful. Maybe his Buddhist teachings may not be profound, but a person's heart is kind and beautiful, and that is enough. Subconsciously
Yes, Jing Yan said: "I am the Buddha, right..." She didn't know what this meant, so she just said it subconsciously.
When Fang Zheng heard the words, he was slightly stunned, and a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes: The true self is the Buddha? Does he read a lot of Buddhist scriptures and then he is an eminent monk? This is the understanding of most people. He who speaks up and down, quotes scriptures, and has countless Zen principles is an eminent monk. But
At this moment, what Fang Zheng wanted to say was, that may be an eminent monk, but it is definitely not the only standard for an eminent monk! The heart is like a clear mirror, dustless and untainted, and the innocent heart is also one of the standards for an eminent monk!
However, Fang Zheng also understands that he is still far from being able to achieve a heart like a clear mirror and an innocent heart. He has too many other distracting thoughts in his heart...
Just when Fang Zheng was distracted, a Huang Mao said to the short Huang Mao in confusion: "Brother Niu, what's going on? Didn't they leave? I didn't see them coming back, so why did they suddenly appear? It can't be
Ghost?"
When the short Huang Mao heard this, he opened his mouth and cursed: What a bastard! You just collected the money and didn't see them coming. How can you still be reasonable? I don't care whether he is a human or a ghost. How dare he hit my brother?! Brothers, fuck him!
"The short Huang Mao finally came to his senses, roared angrily, picked up a stone, and hit Fang Zheng.