Song Ergou looked at Red Boy like a monster and muttered: "This kid has such a loud voice..."
Little did he know that as a monster, Hong Boy's voice was considered small.
Following Hong Boy's voice, everyone seemed to let go and started shouting one after another.
The lone wolf howls, the monkey makes its unique monkey cry, but when it comes to the squirrel...
Squirrel looked at Fang Zheng a little nervously and asked, "Master, what should I shout?"
"Don't you know how to shout?" Fang Zheng was stunned, but after thinking about it carefully, he had never heard a squirrel shout before.
The squirrel said with great trepidation: "Of course he can shout, and the squirrel is not mute, but I think the sound is a bit too harsh. Can I shout?"
Fang Zheng looked at the villagers. What's a squirrel shouting? This might scare people. But then he thought, there are so many people shouting so focused, who knows who it is. So he patted the squirrel on the head and said: "You
Wait."
Fang Zheng picked up the red boy who ran to the front and yelled more and more addicted to it. He put it on the ground, with a lone wolf on one side and a monkey on the other. The red boy in front sat at the back, holding the squirrel in his arms, and said with a smile: "Let's
The master and the disciples shouted together, I counted three two one, and then started shouting together."
When the little guys heard this, they immediately became interested and nodded one after another.
"Three! Two! One!"
"Ah!" Red Boy's voice drowned out everyone, and Fangzheng's voice caught up. The squirrel opened its mouth wide, and kept shouting, and kept shouting. It just started shouting, and when it came up, it found that everyone was still shouting, so it quickly continued.
I kept shouting, shouting, and shouting... As expected, the more I shouted, the more addicted I became, and the more addicted I became, the harder I shouted, and then - poof!
"Master, why did junior brother faint? Is he sick?" Lone Wolf asked with a worried look on his face.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "It's okay, this is hypoxia. This little guy is so small, and he still has to compare his vital capacity with us. He'll be damned if he doesn't faint. Let him sleep, he'll be fine after a while."
Lone Wolf, Monkey, and Red Boy were relieved.
After the shouting, it’s time to have a dinner on the top of the mountain.
The villagers brought a lot of food, tablecloths, and even a large iron pot, various seasonings, and complete bowls and chopsticks!
I chose the flattest place, set up the pot, lit the fire, and started cooking.
Those who had something to do were doing things, those who had nothing to do were playing casually, looking after the children, etc. For a while, the top of the mountain was extremely lively.
Of course, some people are standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the red leaves on the other side of the Tongtian Mountains! The main peak of the Tongtian Mountains is like a line, dividing the mountain into two. One side is the ancient pine trees that reach the sky, and the other side is
It's the maple tree! The maple tree is beaten by the autumn wind, turning red and yellow, and half of the mountain is dyed red, golden, and extremely beautiful.
Fang Zheng directly led the team in person, taking Mengmeng and other children with him. A group of disciples rushed into the back mountain, took pictures, played, and had a great time...
At noon, I came back for dinner with a group of kids who were not crazy enough.
As a result, I was eating lunch when I suddenly heard Mengmeng shouting: "Wow! What's over there? It's so bright!"
Fangzheng heard the sound and looked around, and saw the northeast, a place that was originally covered by a fog. Somehow, the fog suddenly dispersed! A blue, gem-like lake was revealed! The lake reflected streaks of light under the sunlight.
The golden light is so bright. No wonder Mengmeng didn’t recognize it as a lake...
Fang Zheng asked: "Donor Tan, is that the rice bowl?"
"Well, that's the rice bowl. I didn't expect that we could actually see there. It seems that we are lucky. We will be lucky in the next year..." Tan Juguo laughed.
However, Fang Zheng saw a look of worry in Tan Juguo's eyes, moved over and sat next to Tan Juguo, without saying anything.
When everyone started to disperse, Tan Juguo knocked on his pipe pot, looked in the direction of the rice bowl in the distance, and sighed: "In the past, when the thick fog lifted, people would venture into the rice bowl. Every year
No one who went in could come out. Lao Sun and his students went in at about this time. They said they went in to find some rare animals and plants, but they never came back... Fortunately, the country has restricted it now
, otherwise I don’t know how many people will die inside.”
Fangzheng clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
Tan Juguo continued: "Tell me, why does God have to create such a dangerous place? So many people die every year, what does it think? Does God really have the virtue of a good life?"
Speaking of this, Tan Juguo stared at Fang Zheng, as if asking him.
After Fang Zheng thought for a while, he shook his head and said: "Heaven and Earth are unkind and regard all things as straw dogs. In the eyes of heaven and earth, all living things in the world, water, fire, sun and moon, mountains, rocks, vegetation and people, are all the same. They are almost the same as the straw dogs that were thrown away. They are dead or alive.
It has no meaning to it. Therefore, rather than saying that God has the virtue of good life, it is better to say that it is some kind of hope that people place on heaven."
"I have met many monks in my life, but what you said to Yizhi Zen Master is unique." Tan Juguo said with a smile.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "This matter cannot be said to be right or wrong. It can only be said that everyone looks at things from different angles. Just like a brick, the image seen from different angles is also different. It is impossible to say who is right.
Who said it was wrong..."
Tan Juguo nodded slightly. He liked Fang Zheng's attitude. He would express his own opinions but would not belittle other people's opinions.
At this moment, Wang Yougui came over and said, "Did you just talk about drying the rice bowl?"
Fang Zheng nodded.
Wang Yougui said: "As far as I know, there are many places in the Northeast called dry rice bowls."
Tan Juguo said with a smile: "I know, this is also the reason why those experts called it Qianwu Lake Group. The name dry rice basin is indeed too common. But this dry rice basin is different. At the beginning, Lao Sun said that this dry rice basin
It was probably caused by the impact of many small meteors that year. The internal magnetic field was turbulent and technological instruments could not enter. Even people entering it would be affected."
"Even people will be affected?" Fang Zheng was stunned, why does this sound similar to his Yi Meng Huang Liang magical power?
"That is to say, until now, no one can give an explanation." Tan Juguo said.
At this time, the villagers had packed up all the items for the picnic and bagged the garbage, and everyone was ready to go down the mountain.
Fang Zheng looked back and saw that he was following Tan Juguo and others down the mountain in the direction of the rice bowl.
Back at Yizhi Temple, Fangzheng's life continued as usual. As for the matter of working on the rice bowl, he didn't care at all.
"Master, aren't you curious after hearing what the old secretary said is so mysterious? What's in the rice bowl, don't you want to see it? If we can crack the unsolved mystery inside, we will be awesome just by pointing at the temple.