Yang Hua said suspiciously: "Really? The Yizhi Temple was rebuilt? The village paid for it?"
"I don't know who paid for it, but it was really renovated. It must have been donated by some wealthy person..." Yang Ping quickly changed the subject and continued to brag about the Yizhi Temple.
Yang Hua was also confused at this moment, and he just listened to it. After dinner, he went home to talk to his wife.
The day passed quickly. The next morning, Fang Zheng got up early, cooked a pot of crystal rice, and enjoyed eating it.
Without the temptation of crystal rice, Fang Zheng wouldn't be able to get up so early, but after tasting the taste of crystal rice, he had to eat it when the time came, without procrastination.
However, there was one thing that made Fang Zheng very unhappy. The lone wolf who usually went out early to look for food stopped going out and squatted in the kitchen to watch. As soon as the meal came out of the pot, he stuck out his tongue and looked at Fang Zheng with a longing look. If Fang Zheng didn't
If you ignore him, he can still flick his tongue, causing saliva to fly everywhere...so that Fang Zheng has to give him a bite of food before he can send this ancestor away.
After dinner, Fang Zheng continued to clean the Buddhist hall, wipe the Buddha statues, and polish the oil lamps. These are all things that must be done every day.
Seeing that the third day had begun, Fang Zheng looked at the empty gate and sighed: "Ten sticks of incense a month, when can we finish it? It's already the third day, and I don't know if anyone will come up today.
.Grandpa Tan and the others are the same. Even though everyone is here, they don’t even want to hand over a stick of incense. Alas.”
Just when Fangzheng was about to look away, someone's voice came from outside. From the sound of the voice, it was a man and a woman.
Fang Zheng suddenly became energetic and listened carefully.
"Yang Hua, you are really crazy. Big hospitals have said that it is no longer possible. Burning incense and praying to Buddha will work? What age are you in, and you are still so superstitious!"
"What are you talking about? In what era? Didn't Buddhism exist in all eras? Didn't all the temples exist? We are already at the gate of the temple. Stop saying bad things. If the Buddha listens and blames you, the two of us will really
There’s no chance.” Yang Hua scolded.
The woman hummed twice and said: "What I mean is that if you want to worship, you have to go to a big temple. Will this finger temple be useful? The one-fingered monk is still a bit virtuous, but the little monk is Fangzheng, who we have grown up with, and has open crotch pants.
I even sewed it for him. Apart from eating too much, he didn’t seem to have any abilities."
Fang Zheng blushed when he heard this. He didn't expect that this time it would be Yang Ping's brother Yang Hua and Yang Hua's wife Du Mei. He was deeply impressed by Du Mei, who had a bit of a snarky mouth, but was not a bad person and was straightforward and straightforward...
...However, when he was a child, he was often spanked by Du Mei. Thinking about seeing Du Mei again, Fang Zheng subconsciously touched his butt, and it actually hurt...
While talking, Yang Hua had already walked in with a middle-aged woman in simple clothes. When the woman saw Fang Zheng, she smiled and said: "Fang Zheng, we are here to see you. What do I bring you? You
My favorite is eggs! And sauerkraut.”
When Fang Zheng heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. In this remote mountainous place, eggs are definitely considered a luxury. Although sauerkraut is just pickled cabbage, there are not many in this autumn season. There is no long winter, so Dundun
The suffering of sauerkraut, but the longing of not eating it for a year, this sauerkraut immediately became a treasure and a good product!
However, Fang Zheng still put his hands together in a matter-of-fact manner and said, "Thank you so much, donor."
"Pa!" Fangzheng's bald head was slapped loudly by Du Mei: "What kind of donor is not a donor? You brat, you still talk to me like a monk. No matter who you are now, you are still the same as I was then.
Watching the little cub grow up. Speaking of which, how long have you been back on the mountain? Why are you so hungry and thin? Come on, eat two eggs first to replenish your body. The old hen laid them this morning and put them in the pot to cook early in the morning.
…”
Fang Zheng listened to Du Mei's nagging words and was not angry at all. Instead, he felt a sense of warmth that he had not seen for a long time. He sighed in his heart: "It feels so good that someone cares..."
After Du Mei finished nagging, Fang Zheng said: "Auntie, the poor monks have become monks. They can't eat eggs, they are too meaty."
"That's right, I told you a long time ago that Fang Zheng is already a monk. How can a monk eat eggs?" Yang Hua said, then pulled Fang Zheng and complained: "You don't know, when I came to the mountain to see you, this guy almost...
I'll kill our old hen and make soup for you. Thank you for holding it, otherwise it would have been wasted."
Fang Zheng had a wry smile on his face. Du Mei was very kind to him, but it was true that Yang Hua was a little stingy. But what Yang Hua said was right. Even if the chicken was stewed, he wouldn't be able to eat it. It wasn't a waste.
Old hens in rural areas are used for laying eggs, not for eating.
Du Mei pushed Yang Hua away, glared at him and said, "Naotaotaotao, what are you doing? You're like an old lady, talking so much nonsense? Fangzheng, you really don't eat eggs? Are these delicious eggs?"
Fang Zheng looked bitter. He was not a child under three years old. As for using this trick?
In the end, Fang Zheng refused. Du Mei suddenly became unhappy and said, "I worked so hard to get it for you, but you little brat doesn't want it. I'm really... angry to death."
Seeing this, Fang Zheng hurriedly said: "I don't want the eggs, but I want the sauerkraut! This is a good thing. I haven't eaten it for a long time. You have to keep this for me."
Only then did Du Mei smile happily.
Fang Zheng collected the sauerkraut and asked, "Auntie, did you have something to do when you came to the mountain today?" Fang Zheng had heard about it and could probably guess whether it was something, but he had no idea about the efficaciousness of his temple.
Du Mei said: "Hey, don't mention it. I haven't had a baby for so many years. I wish I could die. I also looked at the hospital and tried Tufangzi, but it didn't work at all. I don't know where your uncle Yang got the wound on his forehead yesterday.
Donkey kicked, saying that he went up the mountain to pray for Buddha. You said that the hospital can't cure it, so what's the use of praying for Buddha? Besides, even if you pray for Buddha, it can be of some use to go to a bigger temple. Your small temple, Shangwu San
What's the use of a piece of tile that doesn't even touch the ground? The master of a big temple is really capable, but I don't know what you are like? Even if you're wearing pants, I know you have a birthmark on your butt...
"
"Ahem..." Fang Zheng was embarrassed.
Yang Hua quickly pulled Du Mei aside and said, "Are you done with your nagging? You can't say it in front of others, so why don't you pray to Buddha?"
Du Mei said stubbornly: "I complained to Fang Zheng, but I didn't complain to anyone else? What's wrong? Can Fang Zheng still be angry with my aunt? Fang Zheng, tell me, are you angry?"
Fang Zheng said helplessly: "Don't be angry."
"Look, you're not angry, are you? Then, Fangzheng, do you think what my aunt said makes sense?" Du Mei asked again.
Fang Zheng shook his head this time and said: "Auntie, it doesn't matter how big or small a temple is, it's more effective if you are sincere. Although my temple is small, it is very effective. The magical power of the temple lies in you, not in how well the temple is hosted. If you are sincere