Chapter 141 Mother Will Know the Foretelling

"Master Fangzheng, hello, let's go and sit down together." Zhu Lin's mother smiled kindly after seeing Fangzheng.

Fangzheng returned the salute, and followed them into the village.

Because of the relationship with Baiyun Temple, Baiyun Village has also developed a tourism economy. The villagers are relatively wealthy, and every family has a small car, and everyone is beaming. At the same time, every family has more or less something related to Buddha, and the cultural atmosphere is very strong.

Just after the new year, the couplet stickers and lanterns are not picked, and it looks like a boom.

Seeing this, Fangzheng finally understood why Wang Yougui was so happy when he heard that he received the invitation from Baiyun Temple. The prosperity of a temple can indeed bring substantial benefits to the villagers. At least for the poor village of Yizhi Village, it is indeed a good way.

Zhu Lin's home is also a rural compound, with yards in the front and back, and three large tile-roofed houses in the middle, with clean windows and bright lights.

Zhu Lin rushed the fastest, Zhu Lin's mother followed closely behind, and Fangzheng was walking at the back with her luggage, vaguely hearing someone whispering: "It's not easy for Zhu Lin's mother, she just stands at the entrance of the village every day when she has nothing to do, looking forward to , come to a car and go up to see it. Today I can count on my daughter coming back..."

Fangzheng's heart trembled when he heard the words. Looking at Zhu Lin's mother who was not walking fast ahead, his heart felt warm. Is this maternal love?

Fangzheng looked up at the sky, and thought of the scene when he went back to Yizhi Mountain when he was a child on vacation. Every time, Zen Master Yizhi would stand at the foot of the mountain to pick him up as if he knew he was coming back. At that time, Fangzheng really thought that Zen Master Yizhi would know the foretelling, and everything was told to him by the Buddha. Only now did Fangzheng realize that Zen Master Yizhi was waiting for him at the foot of the mountain every day...

"Master? Hurry up! There's something delicious!" Zhu Lin's voice came from afar. Fangzheng smiled slightly, then stepped forward quickly, and grabbed Zhu Lin's mother who almost fell when she stepped on a wooden stick.

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

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "It's the poor monk who should thank you. You let the poor monk know something that he didn't know at all."

Zhu Lin's mother looked at Fangzheng suspiciously, Fangzheng smiled, Zhu Lin urged over there, and the two quickly chased after him without saying anything.

Zhu Lin's mother and Zhu Lin's father are both honest and responsible people. They are not good at words, and Zhu Lin is also tired. They talked a few words and arranged for Fangzheng to sleep next door.

I didn't talk all night, and the next day, at dawn, Fangzheng got up before the rooster went to work.

Fang Zheng, who was used to getting up early, realized that there was no Buddhist hall to clean for him. After thinking about it for a while, I simply sat cross-legged on the kang and chanted scriptures.

At this moment, Zhu Lin came in and asked suspiciously, "Master, where are your shoes?"

The moon white monk's robe can cover the feet, Zhu Lin didn't know that Fangzheng was not wearing shoes.

Fangzheng smiled slightly and said, "The poor monk never wears shoes, he is used to walking barefoot."

"Barefoot?!" Zhu Lin's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

Fangzheng smiled and said, "Is it strange? Before you..."

"Hush!——" Zhu Lin hurriedly made a gesture of silence, and then lowered her voice, "Don't talk about this, if my mother finds out, she must beat me to death. Master, are you going to Baiyun Temple today?"

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

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

"Oh, do you want to buy tickets?" Fangzheng was a little worried, because there were not many banknotes left.

"It's the Baiyun Temple's ferry, so there's no charge. But there is a merit box at the pier. If you want to donate, just put some money in it. If you don't want to, just get on the boat." Zhu Lin explained, then stared at Fangzheng and said: " Master, you really don’t wear shoes?”

Fangzheng went straight to the ground and said, "Of course the poor monk doesn't wear shoes."

"Tsk tsk... awesome! Really awesome!" Zhu Lin gave a thumbs up.

Fangzheng was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed!

The scenery in front of me suddenly changed...

In an unfamiliar environment, Zhu Lin picked up the phone and walked while talking: "Really?! Can I make a movie? Okay, where is the interview?"

As soon as the screen changed, Zhu Lin was picked up by a man in a building in a community, and then there was a cry for help, ping-pong noises, and finally Zhu Lin jumped from the window...

Screen shattered...

"Master? Master?!" Seeing that Fangzheng was distracted, Zhu Lin asked curiously.

Fangzheng suddenly came back to his senses, but his heart was icy cold! Although the Sky Eye can be turned on and off at will, Fangzheng has been on the mountain all along, and he has long been used to opening it at any time. Along the way, Fangzheng met many people, but he didn't see anything bad. She never expected to see a bloody disaster on Zhu Lin's body!

Fangzheng took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "It's okay, the poor monk just lost his mind. Benefactor, did you have any good things come to you recently?"

Zhu Lin shook her head and said, "No, there are a lot of bad things, what's wrong?"

Fangzheng said: "It's okay, benefactor, if you encounter any good things that come to you suddenly in the past week, you must think twice before acting! Remember, remember!"

"Master, what do you mean? Can you explain clearly?" Seeing Fangzheng's serious face, Zhu Lin asked.

Fangzheng also wanted to say something, but the secret must not be leaked, it is enough to point out some words, and it will be troublesome if you talk too much.

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

At this moment, Zhu Lin's mother asked everyone to eat, so Zhu Lin didn't ask any further questions, but kept thinking about what Fang Zheng's words meant. Is Fang just an ordinary monk? Of course, Zhu Lin didn't think so. She had seen Fang Zheng's abilities a long time ago. He twisted the knife with his bare hands. He was simply superhuman. Zhu Lin, who was deeply influenced by the Internet, already regarded Fang as an expert or superman in her heart.

So, although Fangzheng only mentioned it once, she took it to heart.

After dinner, Zhu Lin sent Fangzheng to the ferry, and when they got to the ferry, Zhu Lin said, "Master, the ferry is ahead, just follow everyone on the boat. In two days, the Spring Festival will start, and I will go to see it too. It will be broadcast live, please leave the country."

Fangzheng smiled slightly and said, "Amitabha, see you later. Donor, before you leave, the poor monk gave you a painting. If you encounter it, you must be careful."

"Painting? What painting?" Zhu Lin looked at Fangzheng in astonishment.

Fangzheng's back was facing the sun, and the sun shone on Fangzheng's body, giving him a sense of Zen and sacredness, just at the next moment.

"Amitabha!"

The world before Zhu Lin's eyes shattered with a bang, and then she discovered that she had actually appeared in Heishan City! Zhu Lin looked around and exclaimed, "How is this possible? Why am I here?"

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