"System, what kind of control does this poor monk have to have before he has completed his mission? Does he have to be tortured day and night to become an invincible and good boy? Isn't this too much?" Fang Zheng casually peeled off a few bamboo shoots.
Throw it into a bowl filled with rootless purified water, and this is Founder's tea, which tastes sweet and refreshing, with a unique taste.
"What do you think?" the system asked.
Fang Zheng said: "Can a poor monk make the decision?"
"Of course you can't make the decision, but what kind of red boy do you think is perfect?" the system asked.
Fang Zheng thought about it. It would be abnormal if someone spends his merits to issue tasks and does whatever he wants. Fang Zheng slowly sipped the tea and thought about this question. At that moment, Fang Zheng actually thought of Zen Master Yizhi. This question,
It seems that he has really heard the conversation between Zen Master Hongyun and Zen Master Yizhi...
At that time, Yizhi Temple was still a dilapidated temple. When Fang Zheng came back, he saw Zen Master Hongyun and Zen Master Yizhi sitting in the yard, chatting about something. Fang Zheng didn't go in, so he squatted at the door. He didn't like it.
Facing Zen Master Hongyun’s sense of restraint.
"Abbott, that child is naughty by nature. Is it really okay for you to let him run down the mountain and cause trouble?" Zen Master Hongyun asked.
Zen Master Yizhi smiled and said: "He...hehe. Hongyun, what do you think?"
Zen Master Hongyun pondered for a moment and then said: "At the very least, we should discipline him and let him regain his temper, right?"
"Is that still him?" Zen Master Yi Zhi asked again.
Zen Master Hongyun was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Practice is inherently painful and lonely. If you can't calm down, how can you meditate and realize the Tao?"
Zen Master Yizhi pointed to a stone and said, "Do you think this stone may be used for meditation?"
"How can you practice Zen without life?" Zen Master Hongyun said.
Zen Master Yizhi said: "Yes, it is impossible to practice Zen without life, but what is life?
The poor monk believes that personality is the sign of a living life, and erasing a person's personality is equivalent to erasing that person. Just like this stone, everyone has become a smooth stone, so who will be the table?"
If Zen Master Hongyun realized something, he asked: "Personality is also the easiest to make mistakes."
Zen Master Yizhi nodded and said: "The poor monk has always believed that all things in the world are cultivating their true nature and cultivating goodness. The right path is to change the evil and retain the good, and maintain the original intention. Otherwise, everyone will practice according to the nature of the Buddha.
So where did the Maitreya Buddha come from in this world, and where did the Bodhisattvas and Arhats with different personalities come from? Tolerance is great. The reason why Buddhism has been able to thrive for so many years is that it embraces all rivers, rather than being unique and admiring itself.
Although this child is naughty, he has good intentions. He will steal wild fruits from other people's homes, but he will also give the wild fruits to other children who are greedy or hungry. When he is caught, he will stand up and fight.
beat.
He chases the chicken and chases the dog, but when the car comes, he will fly to save the dog.
He has shortcomings and strengths, which, when combined, make him who he is.
The world becomes colorful because there are all kinds of people. If everyone had the same color, it would be too monotonous. If he made a mistake, guide him slowly. He can clearly distinguish what is right from wrong, and he will naturally know what to do. Forcibly erase it.
, it may be effective quickly, but it is likely that his soul will also be destroyed together."
"The poor monk suddenly understood why you left there and came to this small temple to worship Buddha." Zen Master Hongyun smiled bitterly. He found that many of Zen Master Yizhi's ideas were more biased towards people, if not Buddha! At least,
It's not quite right with what everyone thinks of the concept of practicing Buddhism. It's not like the tip of a needle is against the awn of wheat, but there are always some edges and corners, which are fine at ordinary times, but once they collide, everyone will feel uncomfortable.
Zen Master Yizhi smiled and said nothing.
"Have you thought about it?" The system suddenly spoke, interrupting Fang Zheng's thoughts.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "Think about it, the poor monk's request to Red Boy now is very simple, don't kill people, don't kill animals, don't do evil, and let him do the rest."
"Well, apart from this, you don't care about anything?" The system was obviously surprised by Zheng's answer.
"Well, you have to take care of eating, drinking, sleeping, sleeping, etc., right? In addition, if you are close to vermillion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. Under the influence of your ears and eyes, I believe that he will understand what he should do and what he should not do. I think the Bodhisattva should not want to do it either.
Do you want a money-dispersing machine?" Fang Zheng chuckled and drank some tea.
The system was silent and didn't say anything. I don't know if it was to file a complaint or to think about life.
While he was talking, Hong Boy came in with a bucket, threw the bucket into the kitchen, then sat down opposite Fang Zheng, groaned and hugged his arms and said, "Master, when are you going to return your magic power to me?"
Although Hong Hai'er didn't know why his magic power was gone, as long as he wasn't a fool, he would definitely know that this matter was related to Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "This is the world of mortals, why do you need magic power?"
Hong Hai'er wanted to say that with magic power, it would be easier to kill you, but he did not dare to say this. Instead, he said in a ghostly way: "If disciples have magic power, why do they need to carry water? Just wave your hand and the water will come to you."
!Why bother so hard? Besides, we are all mortals here. With magic power, disciples can protect the safety of our temple. They can even perform miracles and attract countless believers. Isn’t there a lot of incense? Also, disciples are just money-spreading boys.
Ah, when the Bodhisattva gave his disciple a money thread, he could transform it into gold and silver and distribute it to those in need."
When Fang Zheng heard that this kid could also conjure money, he was a little wary. Now he is so poor that he wants to pick up even a dime when he sees it! But he knows better that giving Red Boy mana will definitely cause more trouble than good!
Therefore, Fang Zheng said with a smile: "Apprentice, you are right. Don't worry, when you have the magic power, I will definitely give it to you. But now, it's time for us to cook..."
Hong Hai'er looked at the kitchen, then at Fang Zheng, with a look of sadness and anger on his face, and gritted his teeth and said: "You won't really let me... cough, let me cook, right? I can't cook..."
"It's okay, let your third senior brother teach you." Fang Zheng chuckled and looked at the monkey who was sweeping the floor.
The monkey immediately said: "Don't worry, I am very good at cooking now and I will definitely teach you."
Red Boy really wants to slap this damn monkey. Now you shut up, no one will treat you as a mute.
In the end, Hong Hai'er went to cook honestly. Fang Zheng looked at Hong Hai'er's back and smiled slightly. This guy really looked like him when he was a child. But Fang Zheng didn't look like the one-finger Zen master at all.
His master would not accuse him or say anything to him, but when he did something, he would take Fang Zheng with him and let Fang Zheng see and understand for himself.