Chapter 163 First Change
"You have merit and virtue, and you are more sensitive to karma than before. This is normal. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to tell good or bad from the other person's every move and look. Everyone can act, even if it's not on purpose. , and also subconsciously self-package. As for now, you feel hostility and karma! The few people in front of you are not good things!" the system said.
Fangzheng's heart trembled, the system said it was not a good thing, so it must not be a good thing! Fangzheng said: "So, the poor monk is going to cross people again?"
As a result, the system didn't make a sound, and it took a long time to say: "Buddha only crosses those who should cross!"
Fangzheng was stunned, what do you mean? What does it mean to cross or not to cross? I asked the system, but the system stopped talking. Fangzheng was at a loss and didn't understand the meaning at all.
Just when Fangzheng was distracted, Fangzheng's eyes suddenly turned red!
"Don't make me say it a second time, how did my brother give it to you, how can you give it back to me! You can't do anything less!" While speaking, the short Huangmao snatched the money from an old man back. The old man trembled angrily, but said nothing.
"Did you hear that? Do you really think we'll give you money? Don't dream about it, you'll be poor for the rest of your life!" A burly yellow-haired guy started grabbing money back as he spoke.
Most of the middle-aged laborers in Dongliang Village have gone out to work, and most of the rest are old people and children, and there are few women. There are only three or five middle-aged men who are a little timid and dare not step forward. , After a few yellow hairs finished using them, they started to grab money back.
"Bring the money!" A yellow-haired man came to a little girl. The little girl backed away in fright, shaking her head again and again, and said frightenedly, "I didn't take it..."
"Didn't take it? What's in your arms? Bring it!" After speaking, Huang Mao grabbed the pencil case in the girl's arms, and the girl cried on the spot in fright, but her little hand still held the pencil case tightly and shouted: "Big brother, I really didn't take it, I just came here. Please, this is my pencil case, don't snatch my pencil case... Woooo..."
"Cry ass, put the money in the pencil case! Bring it to me!" Huang Mao pulled out the pencil case, but the little girl rushed over. Huang Mao became angry, and cursed: "**** bastard, you still have to go to heaven! Pencil box...fuck it, I f*cking let you have a pencil case!" Huang Mao raised his hand and was about to smash the pencil case on the ground!
At that moment, Jing Yan became angry, and she raised her legs and was about to rush forward.
But someone is faster than her!
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, Huang Mao felt as if his wrist was bound by an iron hoop, unable to fall, turned his head, and saw a monk in white with a ferocious face and infinite anger staring at him! That look made his heart tremble. As the saying goes, the poor are afraid of the violent, and the violent are afraid of dying. The monk in front of him gave him the feeling that he was desperate!
"You...you...what are you doing?" Huangmao asked.
Fangzheng paused and said, "Screw! Hand!"
Huang Mao's hand couldn't fall down, and the hand that smashed things was pinched, and he spoke with a trembling voice, only feeling that his face was dull. For the sake of face, he stretched his neck and said: "If I don't scatter... ah! It's broken, it's broken It's broken...it hurts...let me go, let me go..."
Huang Mao only felt that the opponent's hand was suddenly exerted force, and his wrist bones were about to break! Painful tears flowed out.
The pencil case fell, Fangzheng caught it with one hand, and flicked it with the other hand, Huangmao felt a strong force coming from him, and he couldn't help but took seven or eight steps back before he sat down on the ground and stopped.
Vaguely, Huang Mao seemed to hear people laughing around him, he didn't need to look up, he also knew that the villagers must be laughing! Even his brother is laughing, he's a shame this time! How will you mess around in the future?
Looking at the monk again, he was even angrier, the other didn't look at him at all, but...
Fangzheng shook off the yellow hair, smiled slightly, knelt down, put the pencil case in the hands of the crying little girl, and said with a smile: "This is given to you by the poor monk, no one can take it away."
"Thank you...thank you, big brother poor monk." The little girl choked with sobs, but there was a smile on her face, which looked a bit abrupt, but Fangzheng was heartbroken watching it! He is an orphan. Although no one bullied him in the village, he was also bullied in school. Back then, Zen master Yizhi made him a small wooden pendant out of wood, but his classmate snatched it away and laughed at him. As a result, he sent the classmate to the hospital. He knows the pain of his beloved being snatched away innocently...
Fangzheng gently rubbed the little girl's head, and said with a smile, "Okay, don't cry, be good, it's okay."
Seeing this, all the villagers breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Several villagers who clenched their fists and were about to make a move released their fists, looking at Fangzheng with gratitude in their eyes. It was this person who gave them respect for the first time; it was this person who first stood up for them! This kindness warmed the hearts of the villagers, and their dead hearts were activated again, as if something was about to be blown to pieces.
Only then did Jing Yan come back to her senses, looking at the scene in front of her, Jing Yan only felt that the scene was so beautiful!
A monk in white clothes filled with snow squatted there with a smile as warm as the sun. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the head of the ragged little girl, comforting her. The little girl enjoyed this kind of care very much, just like a wounded kitten that got Take care, the panic is dissipating.
Jing Yan recorded all of this scene on her mobile phone, and she suddenly felt that this monk might not be the most handsome in appearance, but his heart was indeed beautiful. Perhaps his Dharma may not be profound, but a kind and beautiful heart is enough. Subconsciously, Jing Yan said: "The real self is the Buddha..." She didn't know what it meant, but she just said it subconsciously.
Fangzheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes: Is the true self a Buddha? Is one who reads a lot of Buddhist scriptures considered an eminent monk? This is the cognition of most people. Only those who open their mouths and shut their mouths, quote scriptures, and have countless Zen principles are eminent monks. But at this moment, what Fangzheng wanted to say was that that might be an eminent monk, but it was definitely not the only criterion for an eminent monk! The heart is like a mirror, free from dust and dirt, and the heart of a child is also one of the standards of an eminent monk!
But Fangzheng also understands that he is still far from being able to achieve a heart like a mirror, the heart of a child. He has too many other distracting thoughts on his mind...
Just when Fangzheng was distracted, a huangmao said to the short huangmao in a dazed way: "Brother Niu, what's the situation? Didn't they leave? I didn't see them coming back. Why did they suddenly appear? Could it be?" Ghost?"
Hearing this, the short yellow-haired man opened his mouth and cursed: "******** J8! You just took the money and didn't see them coming over, so why are you reasonable? I don't care if he is a man or a ghost, dare to hit my brother?! Brothers, fuck him!" The short Huangmao finally came back to his senses, roared angrily, picked up a stone, and hit Fangzheng.