Xue Zongdao: "Abbott, we are not children, so don't say things that even a three-year-old would not believe. Again, as long as you agree, I will pay for the transportation of this tree and the money for subsequent maintenance."
Already."
Looking at the enthusiastic trio in front of him, Fang Zheng felt a little helpless. How should he explain this?
Seeing that Fang Zheng didn't speak, Shao Min just thought that Fang Zheng was unhappy, and said with a cold face: "Abbot Fang Zheng, are you unwilling?"
"Of course I don't want to. It's not like this Bodhi tree has never spent the winter here. It is more moist in the winter. Why does it have to be transported to the south?" At this time, Red Boy jumped out and shouted.
Shao Min heard the sound and looked over, only to see a little kid jumping out, with a very cute appearance. As for what the red boy said, Shao Min didn't take it seriously at all. He shook his head and said: "You kid, what do you know?
It's still alive and well in the winter, but I'm afraid it will die as soon as winter comes. Abbot Fangzheng, would you like to give me a reply?"
Fang Zheng sighed and said, "Amitabha, donor, this Bodhi tree cannot be moved."
"You..." Shao Min was furious, why is this monk so stubborn?
Xue Zong also frowned, but didn't say much. He patted Shao Min on the shoulder and said, "Although this tree has frozen to death, which is a pity, after all, it is the tree of the temple and it is also the temple's business. Since
If the abbot doesn’t want to, I’ll let it go.”
"That's it, let's burn some incense, worship the Buddha, and take a look at the scenery. Let's retreat. I'm still waiting to go to Changbai Mountain to see..." Zhao Gang said.
"You two! You're really pissing me off!" When Shao Min heard that two of his own people had rebelled, he immediately became unhappy. He threw his hands away, glared at Fang Zheng, and strode out of the temple, shouting at the same time: "In my heart,
If there is no Buddha, why worship the Buddha? Go home!"
Xue Zong glanced at Fang Zheng, nodded slightly, and left.
Zhao Gang smiled sheepishly at Fang Zheng. In his opinion, the tree was square, and how to deal with it was Fang Zheng's business. Of course Shao Min had different opinions, but he just had to raise his opinion, and he would do it if he agreed.
, is it natural to disagree? Why force others to do things according to your own wishes?
Shaking his head, Zhao Gang also chased after him.
Watching the three people leaving, Honghaier complained: "Master, is this woman sick? She does whatever she wants? She said that and you are not angry? This is not in line with your character!"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "This female donor has a good heart, but her approach is too radical. Be gentle with good people."
"Oh..." Hong Hai'er nodded thoughtfully, and then asked tentatively: "Master, why are you so cruel to us?"
Fang Zheng grinned at Hong Boy and said, "Disciple, I remember that you like to eat rocks as snacks..."
"Master, my disciple has something unclear! Please teach me, Master!" Upon hearing this, Hong Boy's heart trembled and he shouted quickly.
Fang Zheng knocked him on the head and said, "Just ask."
"Master, don't you think what she did is wrong? Good people and good deeds are good, but there should be a limit." Honghai'er said.
When Fang Zheng heard this, his eyes lit up and he stared at Red Boy looking up and down. Red Boy was almost going crazy. Then he said: "Jing Xin, you finally learned to think about problems. Not bad, not bad, really good!"
"
This is the first time that Fang Zheng has praised Hong Hai'er like this, but why does Hong Hai'er feel that this compliment makes him so awkward? It's not like he has no brains, when has he never thought about it? It's just that he rarely thinks like this... He always liked it before
Thinking in the same way as his parents, how to kill this, how to eat that, what kind of pot to use... But, that's just thinking.
Seeing Red Boy rolling his eyes, Fang Zheng said indifferently: "Everything must be done in a certain way. Too much is too little. The same goes for doing good deeds, especially when there is not enough closure, and you just rely on your own cognition to judge a matter.
When something is right or wrong, you rashly think that you are doing the right thing, and then force other people's will to do that. Then good intentions are likely to cause bad things. This Bodhi tree relies on the power of the faith of all living beings and the Buddha's energy to survive.
Zhisi, even if it is transported back to the south, it will die. It's a pity that she doesn't understand this."
Honghai'er said: "It turns out that helping people is not blind. No wonder every time I go out with you, you take action after seeing things through, instead of taking action rashly as soon as you see something is wrong. Holding the body and asking for a price, and that old man
and liars..."
Fang Zheng said: "Sometimes what you see with your naked eyes and what you hear with your ears may not be the truth. Understand more and make fewer mistakes. Do you understand?"
After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he looked back at the squirrel, lone wolf, and monkey who were still hiding in front of the door with their heads stacked on top of each other.
Several guys nodded quickly.
At this moment, Lone Wolf sniffed and said, "Master, what does it smell like? It's so weird..."
Fang Zheng smelled it and frowned, there was indeed a strange smell.
Squirrels, red boys, and monkeys also smelled it...
…
But at this moment, there was a wailing in Yizhi Temple!
"You idiots, aren't you squatting by the side to guard the mooncakes? Is that how you look at them?" Fang Zheng looked at the dark mooncakes in the pot and kept scratching his bald head.
The squirrel looked at the black smoke coming out of the pot, then looked at the black and ash-like mooncakes in the pot, and said, "Master, can I still eat it?"
"Try it." Fang Zheng rolled his eyes, took out a piece, and gave it to the squirrel.
The squirrel smelled it and cried, "It smells so bad!"
Breaking open the mooncake, the squirrel was surprised to find that there was no paste inside! He took a small taste...
"Ah! It tastes terrible! Where is the water? Where is the water?" The squirrel ran away to find water.
Hong Hai'er and others looked at Fang Zheng pitifully: "Master, our mooncakes are gone..."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he also looked helpless. All the ingredients had been used, and the result was like this. Could it be that he wouldn't be able to eat mooncakes this year? He was heartbroken...
Xue Zong, Zhao Gang, and Shao Min also heard the wailing in the temple.
Shao Min suddenly laughed: "This is retribution. I deserve not to be able to eat mooncakes on August 15th!"
Zhao Gang smiled bitterly and said: "My aunt, do you have such a big hatred? Although the bodhi tree is precious, it is someone else's thing after all. You can do it with it as you like. Why are you yelling..."
"This is not a competition. Do you know how difficult it is to grow a century-old tree? Such a precious tree should be well protected and not left here to freeze to death!" Shao Min said.
Zhao Gang said: "Of course I know it's difficult, but I know that generally when transplanting this kind of tree, you have to cut off the branches and leaves to reduce their transpiration, reduce water loss, etc... If it is brought here this year, it will be able to grow."
Such a big canopy? If it is transported in its entirety, it will be very expensive. Who would spend so much money and put in so much effort to transport such a complete Bodhi tree to such a remote temple?"
When Zhao Gang said this, Shao Min was stunned. Just now, he only felt sorry for the old tree. Now that he thought about it, it seemed that... the truth was really this.
Xue Zongdao: "The root system of the bodhi tree in the yard seems to be very developed, and it doesn't look like it was planted temporarily. The soil doesn't look like it has been plowed recently..."
As soon as these words came out, Shao Min was stunned. She was so excited just now. Now that she thought about it carefully, the Bodhi tree didn't look like it was newly transplanted. It was completely integrated with the temple, as if it had grown naturally.
!Thinking again about what Fang Zheng said, Shao Min looked up at the huge bodhi tree canopy and felt a little confused. Is there really a bodhi tree in this world that is not afraid of the cold? But... is this possible?
"Shao Min, I think you are too impatient. When something happens, we can sit down and talk slowly. Let's talk slowly until we understand it. Besides, what's the use of getting angry? After all, it's someone else's family.
What should be said and done has been done. People like to hear it, so we help. If they don't listen, what can we do? Can we still rob it? People may not listen to us outside as much as at home." Zhao Gang said carelessly.
Leaning against the wall, he said: He is the kind of person who looks careless but has a very careful heart.
Hearing Zhao Gang's words, Xue Zong also nodded and said: "Indeed, we didn't consider it before."
Shao Min's temper was a bit explosive. Seeing the two of them deflecting the blame and talking about themselves, he felt aggrieved and stubborn. He said: "You said so much, aren't you just guessing? I don't know anything else. If this temple is really
As you said, a rich man sent them a bodhi tree, so it should be at least a bit popular, right? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and other temples are overcrowded, but this temple doesn't even have a mouse! How can I explain this?
Look, there is something wrong with the temple itself, otherwise there would be no incense at all. I remember that last year I went to Daming Temple to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. At that time, many pilgrims sent moon cakes to the temple. That is the beauty of a big temple. Look at this point again
Temple, that bald man can’t even eat mooncakes and still has to make his own! Can’t you tell something from the side?”
As soon as these words came out, both Xue Zong and Zhao Gang were a little speechless. They were actually wondering why there was no one in this temple during this big festival?
With a lot of doubts, the three of them went down the mountain, but the more they walked, the more they felt that what Shao Min said made sense. When they first went up the mountain, it was still early, and no one could understand. But when they went down the mountain, it was almost noon, and there was no one.
Seeing people going up the mountain means that there is a problem. Is there really something wrong with this temple and no one goes there?
Just when a few people were confused, they saw a man sitting at the intersection at the foot of the mountain, and there was another man standing in front of him.
"Village chief, what are you doing here?" Song Ergou asked, looking at Wang Yougui sitting on the steps in confusion.
Wang Yougui smiled and said: "It's okay. It's the festival. Let's send some mooncakes to Abbot Fangzheng. Mr. Tan just called me and he is going too. I'll wait for him to keep him company. What are you doing?"
Song Ergou immediately became happy: "What a coincidence, I'm also sending mooncakes. Village chief, show me what kind of mooncakes you sent." After saying that, Song Ergou came over.
Wang Yougui said: "Look at it, it's just an ordinary mooncake. With my little salary, how can I still give away something fancy?"
Song Ergou took a look and saw a box of hardcover mooncakes inside. It looked pretty good! Song Ergou chuckled and said, "Village Chief, your mooncakes are not cheap."
PS: I saw a lot of people leaving messages asking me, why are you pretending to be a slap in the face? Well, I am also very embarrassed. What I wrote is adapted from a real person. My classmates are my classmates. As an author, I am looked down upon like a dog.
The other party just wanted to show off his high salary, and then criticized my industry from his ignorant perspective... He almost said that I am not as good as a dog when I write books. Of course, we used the author's royalties to pay back. This story is for
He is self-righteous and brain-dead. The real-life brain-deadness is even more extreme than the one in the book.
I am also in a dilemma. When I write stories, everyone says they are just stories. When I write life plots, everyone says they are just water.
Two long chapters broke out, and two chapters were updated continuously.