The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

The only thing that founder was fortunate was that after bathing the Buddha, everyone's mentality changed subtly. After entering the temple, with awe, there was no one throwing things around, and the temple was still clean.

When I was busy, I filled a tank of water again, and the day passed. Looking at the setting sun and eating the last Laba porridge, I was finally relieved.

Founder came to the Buddhist temple with satisfaction, and said in a silent meditation: "System, receive merit boxes!"

Hum!

A yellow light flashed. Inside the Buddhist temple, a red merit box was added in front of the futon. The word merit was written on it.

The merit box looks like it is made of wood, but it feels a bit iced, but not cold, and feels very good. A small opening was opened above to facilitate the placement of incense money.

"Finally, I have a merit box. I don't have to look for money all over the house anymore ... well, I almost forgot the business! There should be a lot of incense money today!" Founder hurried to find it in the room, and sure enough, for the table There is a stack of money, quite fragmentary, one piece, fifty cents, ten pieces, and a few hundred dollar bills! But the most eye-catching thing is that **** money!

Founder counted it, more than two thousand! There was change in it. It seemed that the other party had put all the money in the wallet.

Founder touched his nose and estimated that Tan Ming would be able to do such a thing.

"Sure enough, good people report well ... well, the poor monk is still a good person, Amitabha." After Fang Zheng announced a Buddhist semaphore, he walked out of the Buddhist temple, waved, and greeted the squirrel and lone wolf: "Leave, play!"

At the same time, Hongyan Village is not far from Yizhi Village. There is a small hill behind the village, the mountains are not high, the mountains and the water are beautiful, the scenery is beautiful, and there is a winding oil road winding straight to the top of the mountain. On the top of the mountain is a temple called Hongyan Temple.

"How is it possible? How is it possible that my people at Hongyan Temple were snatched away by a small temple? Chen Jin, can I tell you if I can take the seat of the abbot, just point to this. You did it for me ... forget it, there is nothing to say, friends! "A bald monk snarled and hung up.

Just then, a middle-aged monk came over: "Amitabha, Master Wuming, abbot told everyone to pass."

"Yes, brother, the poor monk is over." Wu Ming's unwillingness disappeared immediately, his face kind.

"Brother, do you know what the abbot told us to do in the past?" Wu Ming asked on the road.

Wuxin sighed: "In previous years, although the Red Rock Temple was not as big as those big temples, there were more than a thousand people coming and going. This year, there were suddenly fewer, and the incense was not as good as before. The abbot must be questioned."

Wu Ming heard the words, and his face sank. This time, he took the initiative to ask for a bathing buddha, and handled it with one hand, but it turned out to be like this, he just felt a little embarrassed in his heart! I'm afraid it will be miserable ...

I walked through the room and came to an open area. At this moment, there were more than twenty monks sitting on the floor. An old monk wearing a red coat was sitting in front of him, holding the rosary in his hands, as if the old monk was settled.

Wuming and Wuxin were doing well, and after a while, the old monk opened his eyes.

At this time, a monk stood up and said, "Abbot, this year's bathing buddhas have a lot fewer believers. The incense is not as strong as in previous years. I don't know why."

"In the past, this was handled by Brother Wuxin. This year, Wuming was unable to do so. He had to do it, and it turned out to be like this." Another monk sneered.

Wu Ming's face sank, and the gloom was about to drip water.

However, Wu Ming was not willing to be so passive, so he got up and said, "Abbot abbot, this incident is strange to the poor monks. However, you ca n’t blame all the poor monks. The one-finger temple that should have been scattered earlier this year, I do n’t know why, and suddenly lived. Come over. A young monk inherited the mantle of a finger master and ran a finger temple. The young monk was a man in Yizhi Village. He grew up in Yizhi Village. Elders and loved ones, naturally go to support. Moreover, it is organized in the village ...

Our followers of Hongyan Temple are mainly Hongyan Village, Yizhi Village and Hongying Village. Villagers who have lost one village must have fewer people. "

"This is not the reason. We all know what the temple is like. When the Zen master was in the temple, it was a temple, but it was also ruined. How could it possibly support a bathing Buddha meeting? Get up? "Someone said.

Wu Ming also wondered, how could a poor temple afford a bathing Buddha? At the time when he arranged for this, he also thought about a finger temple, but the small temple was ruined and the poor was so messy that he didn't think there would be a problem in the finger temple. As a result, something really went wrong ... it's hard to regret it!

"Amitabha Buddha." At this moment, the old monk suddenly announced the Buddha's name, and everyone was quiet.

Master Hongyan looked at Xiang Wuming and said, "Someone has succeeded to the temple?"

Wu Ming did not understand what Master Hongyan meant, and nodded, "Yes, it's a young monk named Fang Zheng."

"Amitabha Buddha is kind and good. One finger Zen master has superb dharma and does not practice his own mind. Now someone who succeeds can be considered a great joy. Why do you have a bitter gourd? Founder ... When this little guy came to Hongyan Temple, the poor monk also saw him. Yeah, a clever little guy. "

Everyone didn't expect that Master Hongyan was so angry that he laughed and looked at each other one by one. Isn't it a good thing to have less incense?

At this moment, Wu Xin asked, "The abbot has a fate with the founder, but it is also a fate."

Master Hongyan nodded and smiled: "The poor monk observed Fang Zheng that year, and his eyes looked like a naughty little monkey, so he pointed to a Zen master:" Fang Zheng is not suitable for a monk and misses the Buddha. "In the end, the one-finger Zen master said that he had a relationship with the Buddha.

Now it seems that it is the poor monk who has gone away. This little guy really held up a finger temple. "

"Abbot, but he snatched our followers, incense." Wu Ming said.

Master Hongyan shook his head and said, "The incense is for the Buddha. Where is it not for the Buddha? The bathing of the Buddha is to wash his soul, not to add face. The villagers of Yizhi Village go to the temple to bathe the Buddha or to Hongyan Temple Buddha, what's the difference? Wu Ming, you are too strong to be competitive. Remember to avoid such delusions in the future. "

After that, Master Hongyan got up and said, "That's it. Let's call everyone today to discuss with you the grand event in the year ..."

No matter what Master Hongyan said, Wu Ming couldn't hear it anymore, he just felt hot, but more shame in his heart was anger! He is the earliest disciple of Wuzi who entered the temple at Hongyan Temple. If he did well, he would probably take over Hongyan Temple after Master Hongyan stepped down! What is Hongyan Temple? Although it is a small temple, each year's incense money, government subsidies, and various donations ... Think of Wu Ming's eyes a little red!