The squirrel couldn't move the clock hammer, so the monkey finally took over the job. He stood up to ring the bell every morning and became addicted to ringing the bell. In his words, ringing the bell all morning calmed his impetuous heart. The point is,
Many things that are difficult to figure out can be figured out when the bell rings.
After Fang Zheng came back, he could clearly feel the changes in the monkey. As he moved towards that station, he became more and more like a monk. It was obviously a monkey face, but it gave people the feeling of an enlightened monk. Therefore, Fang Zheng decisively knocked on the door.
The clock's position was given to the monkey. As for the fallen leaves? Fangzheng would sweep them first...
On this day, Fang Zheng got up early and made a pot of crystal rice dumplings, then wrapped them and put them together.
Hong Hai'er came over and asked curiously: "Master, what are you doing?"
"What a gift. Today is the birth day of Yang Hua's child. He wants to celebrate. He invited us, so we can't go empty-handed, right?" Fang Zheng said.
"Is this a courtesy?" Honghai'er said.
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Well, this is just a gift. But most people nowadays just follow the money. We are poor, so we just follow the rice dumplings."
"Master, didn't you bring back so much money last time? It's okay to just have some money." Hong Hai'er said in confusion.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "I don't follow money."
"Why?" Red Boy asked.
Fang Zheng smiled meaningfully and said, "After we come down from the mountain, you can see and listen for yourself."
"???" Red Boy, Monkey, Squirrel, and Lone Wolf were confused.
After closing the temple gate, Fang Zheng took the monkey, squirrel and lone wolf down the mountain.
Before I even got down the mountain, I heard the crackling sound of firecrackers at the bottom of the mountain, and the two kicking feet swished into the sky. The popping sound ignited the atmosphere of the whole village.
When we got down to the foot of the mountain, we saw that almost every house in the village was empty. Going further, we saw the yard of Yang Hua's house. The door was open, and the wine table was placed from the yard to the road. Because it was summer, the vegetable field was empty.
They are all full of vegetables, and there is no way to set up a table. If we put them in the winter, vegetable fields and greenhouses are the favorite places to hold banquets in rural areas. Now we can only occupy the road and the neighbor's yard.
But this is not important anymore. The village itself is a traffic jam. There are few outsiders and few cars. Yang Hua's house is not a main road. If it occupies this road, the villagers will be fine if they don't say anything.
As soon as Fang Zheng arrived, he immediately attracted everyone's attention and greeted each other, and Fang Zheng responded one by one.
However, Fang Zheng didn't see Yang Hua and didn't know where this person had gone. Du Mei was sitting at the window, shouting from a distance: "Fang Zheng! Did you know that you are here to see your aunt? Come here and let me knock on you."
Bald head!"
This voice instantly brought Fang Zheng back to his childhood. At that time, the person who hit him on the head the most seemed to be Du Mei...
Of course, Du Mei now means that Fang Zheng is already the abbot and has been praised in all aspects, so how could she have the nerve to do it. When Fang Zheng passed by, Du Mei immediately took out a big bag and stuffed it into Fang Zheng, laughing.
He said: "Here, what my aunt has prepared for you are fruits that Yang Hua bought from the county. It is said that many of them are produced abroad and they taste great."
Fang Zheng quickly thanked him and let the monkey carry it.
Then he took the bag from the lone wolf's mouth and gave it to Du Mei, saying, "Donor Du, these are rice dumplings made by a poor monk. I give them to you."
"Pa!" Fang Zheng was slapped on the forehead.
Du Mei said fiercely: "What can you give me? If you have this thing, keep it for yourself!" Even though he said this, Du Mei accepted it happily.
Fang Zheng smiled helplessly. Regarding Du Mei, he was really... helpless!
There were a bunch of children running around in the yard. Only then did Fang Zheng remember: "Donor Du, where is your little baby?"
"He's sleeping. Just like his father, he is the reincarnation of a little piggy. He sleeps when he's full." Du Mei said fiercely, but her eyes were full of love.
Fang Zheng entered the house and saw a cradle hanging from the beam. This kind of cradle is now very rare, and many people no longer use it. When Fang Zheng was a child, there were quite a lot of these cradle...
"Master, what is this?" Red Boy was pushed over by the lone wolf, and asked impatiently. Obviously, the lone wolf was curious, so he asked.
Fang Zheng said: "This is a cradle. In the past, when ethnic minorities went hunting, it was inconvenient to carry their children with them. So they made something like this to put the baby in and hang it on a tree. This way, they can hunt easily without having to worry about wild beasts killing the baby.
Then, with the development of society, this custom was retained. Instead of hanging it outside, it was hung in the house. First, it could prevent wild beasts from hurting the child, and secondly, when the cradle shook, it would
The wind makes it more comfortable for children to sleep; third, because it is constantly moving, it can drive away mosquitoes; fourth, it can imitate the movements of adults shaking children, so that children can sleep more soundly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lone wolf stood up and looked down at the child in the cradle with a look of disdain, as if to say, to guard against wild beasts, just stand up, okay?
Fang Zheng slapped the stupid dog down with a slap. Didn't Du Mei touch the feather duster when he stood up? Fang Zheng knew that he was harmless, but the villagers didn't think that this guy really knew everything, no.
Hurt the child.
The squirrel jumped up to the cradle, beating its chest, as if I could get up too.
Fang Zheng was too lazy to pay attention to these living treasures and looked carefully at the little guy in the cradle. He was white and fat, with his eyes closed and sleeping soundly. He didn't know what he was dreaming about in his sleep. His mouth was pouted into a small dot, which was very cute.
Fang Zheng gently touched the little guy's face and said silently: "Amitabha, may the Buddha bless you and keep you safe throughout your life."
"Ding! Are you sure you want to give this child a blessing? A blessing consumes one hundred merit points." The system suddenly shouted.
Fangzheng was stunned: "What? I...can I still send blessings? Are you deducting merit?"
"You now have merit and virtue, and you also have the blessing of the temple, the blessing of supernatural powers, and my blessing. Do you believe that you are an ordinary monk? Your blessing comes with merit and blessing. If this child encounters any difficulties that he cannot overcome in the future, he will naturally
With the blessing of merit, life will be worry-free. Of course, if he grows up and behaves misbehaving and is entangled in karma, which offsets your merit, your blessing will be useless," the system said.
Fang Zheng said: "Then give him a blessing." Although a hundred merit points are a bit painful, Du Mei and his wife are really good to him. People must know how to repay kindness. Although merit is precious, it is not as valuable as human kindness.
The next moment, Fang Zheng saw a ball of Buddha's light gathering between the little guy's eyebrows. The little guy seemed to feel something and smiled in his sleep.