The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Hello Master Founder, let's sit down together." Zhu Lin's mother looked kindly and smiled after seeing Founder.

Founder reciprocated and went into the village with him.

Because of the Baiyun Temple, Baiyun Village has also followed the development of tourism economy. The villagers are relatively wealthy, each has a car, and each one is cheerful. At the same time, each family has more or less something related to the Buddha, and the cultural atmosphere is very strong.

Just after the New Year, the couplets and lanterns were not picked, and they were in full swing.

Founder finally realized why Wang Yougui was so happy when he heard that he had received an invitation from Baiyun Temple. A temple was booming, which could indeed bring substantial benefits to the villagers. At least for the poor mountain ditch in Yizhi Village, it is indeed a good way.

Zhu Lin's home is also a rural courtyard. There are courtyards in front and back, and three large tile houses in the middle. The windows are bright and the lights are bright.

Zhu Lin rushed the fastest, and Zhu Lin's mother followed closely. Founder was walking with her luggage at the back. Vaguely I heard someone whispering: "It's not easy for Zhu Lin's mother. She stands by the village every day and waits. , Come in a car and look at it. Today, I am looking forward to the girl ... "

Fang Zheng heard the words, his heart trembled, looking at the uncomfortable mother Zhu Lin ahead, a warm heart. Is this maternal love?

Fang Zheng looked up at the sky and thought of his vacation back to Yizhi Mountain when he was a kid. Every time a one-finger Zen master stood at the foot of the mountain to pick him up as if he knew he was back. At that time, Founder really thought that a finger Zen master would not know the prophet, everything was told by the Buddha. Now the Founder understands that I am afraid that a Zen master is waiting for him at the foot of the mountain every day ...

"Master? Come on! There is something delicious!" Zhu Lin's voice came from afar, Fang Zheng smiled slightly, then quickly stepped forward, holding on to Zhu Lin's mother who almost stepped on a wooden stick.

"Thank you," said Zhu Lin's mother.

Founder shook his head and said, "It's the poor monk. Thank you. You let the poor monk know something that you didn't know."

Zhu Lin's mother looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously, and Fang Zheng smiled. Zhu Lin urged that they didn't say much, and quickly caught up.

Zhu Lin's mother and Zhu Lin's father are honest people. They are not good at speech. Zhu Lin is also tired. After a few words, several people arrange for the founder to go to sleep next door.

There was nothing to say overnight, and the next day, at dawn, the **** hadn't gone to work, and the Founder was already up.

Founder who is used to getting up early, only to discover that there is no Buddhist temple to clean him. Slightly wondered, sitting cross-legged on the cymbals, reading the scriptures.

Just then, Zhu Lin came in and said suspiciously, "Master, what about your shoes?"

The moon-white monk's clothing can cover the feet, Zhu Lin didn't know that Fang Zheng did not wear shoes.

Fang Zheng smiled slightly: "The poor monk never wears shoes and is used to walking barefoot."

"Bare feet ?!" Zhu Lin stared suddenly at the boss, unbelievable.

Founder smiled: "Is it strange? Before you ..."

"Shh!-" Zhu Lin quickly made a snoring gesture, then lowered her voice: "Don't say anything about it, my mother knows that I must be killed. Master, do you go to Baiyun Temple today?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Founder asked.

"It's okay, it's just a pity that I can't go. I can only take you to the ferry, and then just go straight to the boat." Zhu Lin said.

"Oh, do you want to buy a ticket?" Founder was a little worried, and the money was running low.

"That is a ferry from Baiyun Temple. How can it be charged, but there is a merit box at the dock. If you want to donate, you can put some money in it. If you don't want it, just go on board." Zhu Lin explained, then stared at the Founder. Master, don't you wear shoes? "

Founder went straight to the ground and said, "Of course the poor monk does not wear shoes."

"Well ... cow! Real cow!" Zhu Lin gave a thumbs up.

What Founder was about to say, his face suddenly changed!

The scenery in front of me suddenly changed ...

In an unfamiliar environment, Zhu Lin went on the phone and said while walking: "Really ?! Can I make a movie? OK, where is the interview?"

The picture turned around. In a community, Zhu Lin was received by a man in the building. Then she called for help, ping-pong rang, and finally Zhu Lin jumped down from the window ...

Screen shattered ...

"Master? Master ?!" Zhu Lin asked Fang Zheng, and asked curiously.

Fang Zheng suddenly returned to God, but his heart was cold! Although Tianyan can open and close at will, Founder has been on the mountain and has long been used to opening at any time. Along the way, Founder encountered a lot of people, but did not see anything bad. I never expected that I saw the disaster of blood in Zhu Lin!

Fang Zheng took a deep breath and shook his head: "It's okay, the poor monk has just gone away. Donor, have you got anything good lately?"

Zhu Lin shook her head and said, "No, there are so many bad things. What's wrong?"

Founder: "It's okay, donor. In the past week, if you encounter something good that suddenly comes to your door, you must think twice before you remember! Remember, remember!"

"Master, what do you mean? Can you make it clear?" Zhu Lin asked Fang Zheng with a serious look.

Founder also wanted to say, but the secret shouldn't be leaked. Some words would be enough. It would be trouble to talk too much.

After Founder thought about it, he shook his head and said nothing.

Just then, Zhu Lin's mother told everyone to eat, and Zhu Lin didn't ask, but she kept thinking about what the Founder's words meant. Is Fang an ordinary monk? Of course, Zhu Lin doesn't think so. She has seen Fang Zheng's skill long ago, and twisting the knife with bare hands is simply Superman. Zhu Lin, who is deeply affected by the Internet, has already thought of Fang Zheng as a superman or a superman.

Therefore, although Founder only raised her mouth, she took it to heart.

After having dinner, Zhu Lin sent Founder to the ferry. At the ferry, Zhu Lin said, "Master, the ferry is in front. Just follow everyone on the boat. Just two days after the Spring Festival, I will go and see It ’s live, please leave the country. "

Fang Zheng smiled slightly: "Amitabha, then see you then. Donor, before leaving, the poor monk will send you a painting. If you encounter it, you must be careful."

"Painting? What painting?" Zhu Lin stared at Fang Zheng stunned.

Founder's back was facing the sun, and the sun was on the body of the founder, with a bit of meditation and sacredness, in the next moment.

"Amitabha!"

The world in front of Zhu Lin's eyes shattered, and then she discovered that she appeared in the city of Heishan! Zhu Lin looked around and exclaimed: "How is this possible? How could I be here?"

Zhu Lin is strange and familiar here, because she has never been here, and because she has seen it on TV and the Internet. This is a high-end community.