After the two exchanged polite words, Fang Zheng got to the point: "Zen Master Xiaguang, Fang Zheng has something to ask the Zen Master."
"Abbot Fangzheng, just ask. If this poor monk knows, he will definitely tell you everything." Zen Master Xiaguang said with a smile.
After thinking for a while, Fang Zheng asked: "There is a river in the southwest at the foot of the mountain. The river is very wide. What is that river?"
"That is the Dongjiang River, which originates from the Changbai Mountains. It is formed by the convergence of several rivers. It is the widest there, but it will eventually converge into the Songhua River. Master Fangzheng, why do you ask this?" Zen Master Xiaguang was also a little curious.
Fang Zheng asked again: "Have there been any floods in the Dongjiang River in recent years?"
"Flood disaster?" Zen Master Xiaguang fell into deep thought. He raised his head after a while and said, "It hasn't happened in recent years. However, twenty years ago, there was a flood there, which swallowed up several villages. However, the government had warned in advance at that time.
All the personnel were moved, and the damage caused was not great."
"Did someone drown?" Fang Zheng continued to ask.
"That's too much. Every year, people don't listen to the advice and go swimming in the water, and many people leave every year. Amitabha..." At this point, Zen Master Xiaguang couldn't help but pronounce the Buddha's name.
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Zen Master Xiaguang, look at this."
Fang Zheng handed the flyer to Zen Master Xiaguang, then told Zen Master Xiaguang everything he saw, and finally asked: "Does Zen Master have any impression of this person? If the poor monk read it correctly, he should live not far from here.
It’s the right place.”
However, what made Fang Zheng helpless was that Zen Master Xiaguang shook his head and said: "The poor monk usually meditates on Buddhism and doesn't have many opportunities to go out. The poor monk has no impression of the person you mentioned, and what's more, Donor Ruan Hai made such a fuss
Son, this matter has been spread for a long time, and no one knows him. Maybe he has never been to the temple before... The poor monk has no impression of the girl in this portrait."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was a little embarrassed. The last flood was twenty years ago. It had been so long. Even if Ruan Hai's relatives died in the flood, it wouldn't be twenty years... After all, Fang Zheng couldn't figure it out.
Look, Ruan Hai's daughter probably drowned while playing in the water, or she died without a body.
That's why Ruan Hai went into the water to search, while handing out flyers on the shore to look for people... This explanation makes it clear.
Coming out of Zen Master Xiaguang's abbot's room, Fang Zheng scratched his bald head. He found that this matter was really troublesome. He knew too little about Ruan Hai, and Ruan Hai himself could express too little. This was indeed a
question.
At this time, Honghai'er ran over, pointed to the sky and said, "Master, you see it's getting late. Shouldn't you take me to have a good meal?"
Only then did Fang Zheng remember that he had promised to take Hong Boy to eat Buddhist vegetarian dishes from the Eight Classics yesterday. Fang Zheng wanted to see if this slimy guy really liked eating this kind of food. If he did, he would
Zhisi can save a lot of food every year, so Fangzheng smiled and said: "This is easy, let's go, I will take you to have a big meal!"
After saying that, Fang Zheng couldn't help but laugh.
When we arrived at the dining hall, a monk had already arrived and was eating quietly.
Fang Zheng asked Hong Hai'er to sit down, and went to give Hong Hai'er two dishes, one soup, and a large bowl of rice. Then he placed everything in front of Hong Hai'er with a smile on his face.
Hong Hai'er said unhappily: "Master, it's not like you don't know my disciple's abilities. Such a small amount of food is enough!"
He said extremely kindly and kindly: "Jing Xin, eat it. If it's not enough, I will fill it up for you."
Red Boy looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously and said, "Master, your expression reminds me of an animal."
"What animal?" Fang Zheng asked.
"Old fox." Red Boy said.
Fang Zheng: "..."
Red Boy looked at the empty table in front of Fang and asked, "Master, why don't you eat?"
Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, there are still a few rice balls in the Zen room. If you don't eat them, they will go bad. It's a shameful waste. I'd better eat the remaining rice balls as a teacher. Disciple, eat quickly. You're full. It's better to have breakfast."
rest."
"Master, why do I not believe what you said?" Hong Boy still didn't move his chopsticks.
Fang Zheng was speechless. Even his own disciples and probably no one would believe that his master was like this.
However, no matter how much Hong Boy said, he still wanted to eat. He was also curious. This dish looked good. It was green and the rice was white. Is it really that unpalatable? Then Hong Boy took off his chopsticks...
Fang Zheng's eyes lit up...
Hong Hai'er took a bite and felt that the rice in his mouth tasted just fine. After taking another bite of vegetables, Hong Hai'er turned around and ran out.
Fang Zheng said calmly: "Purify your heart, it's shameful to waste it. If you waste a mouthful, I will recite the sutra for a whole night."
Hong Boy's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he sat back with a look of sorrow and indignation. He puffed his cheeks and stared at Fang Zheng, saying, "Master, did you do this on purpose? Are there any masters like you? They specialize in tricking apprentices!"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said, "Master didn't trick you. You were the one who clamored for food. If you didn't take the initiative today, Master has forgotten about it. Okay, Jing Xin, stop talking so much and hurry up while it's hot."
Eat, after eating, go to bed early."
"I..." Hong Hai'er was very fond of scolding, but considering the difference in strength, he decisively gave up. He lowered his head and looked at the food in front of him. He wanted to cry!
"Disciple, as a teacher you have a big appetite, why don't I serve you some more?" Fang Zheng asked with a smile.
Honghai'er hurriedly lowered his head to eat. He couldn't be beaten or scolded, so he just ignored him.
In fact, vegetarian food is not that unpalatable, but the contrast makes it unpalatable. It is like many people are used to eating the delicate flesh of wild river fish, and they cannot eat it at all when eating feed fish.
On the way back.
"Disciple, run slower!" Fang Zheng trotted all the way, but Red Boy ran faster.
"No!" Red Boy shouted without looking back.
"Slow down! Don't overtake me! Hey, you're running faster and faster. Master is going to get very careless!" Fang Zheng yelled through gritted teeth, "Hurry up, Red Boy, hurry up, this brat"
Running so fast, of course Fang Zheng knew what his plan was! He was running back to clean the pot for him! How could this be possible? Fang Zheng had been pointing at those rice balls for the past two days!
"Master, can you not cheat me?" Hong Hai'er walked behind Fang Zheng with an aggrieved look on his face and shouted unwillingly.
"No." Fang Zheng replied without hesitation.
Red Boy looked at this increasingly shameless master and rolled his eyes... He thought to himself: "Why did Bodhisattva find such a weird master for me! Those eminent monks either don't care about the world and turn around to understand Buddhism, or they spend a lot of time and alcohol in fake monks.
, but this one in front of me... is more compassionate than anyone else; when he acts rogue, he is even more arrogant than a naughty child..."