Chapter 243 The Master Tells a Story 【Subscription】

Fangzheng was stunned. He didn't expect Tan Juguo to praise him so much. His Buddhism is profound? Fangzheng doesn't think so, at most, he just thinks from the bright side of everything. However, Fangzheng still turned sideways, stepped aside, and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk has only read a few volumes of scriptures, so it is not a profound Buddhist teaching. Please ask the benefactor, if you have any questions, the poor monk will try his best to answer."

Shi Dazhu nodded and said, "Follow Fangzheng and enter the monastery."

Sitting casually on the big stone used as a stool under the bodhi tree, Fangzheng brought out two bowls of water. Shi Dazhu took it and thanked him, but he didn't drink, but hurriedly said: "Abbot Fangzheng, I have a son. This kid is quite smart, but I don’t know why, but he is not self-motivated. Every time he is asked to go out to see the world, he doesn’t go there alive or dead, and just farms at home. What do you think farming can do in this day and age? I mentioned him a few times, but the kid didn’t hear about it at all, and even got into trouble with me a few times, and ran out for several days before coming back. Hey, Abbot Fangzheng, do you think it’s easy for me? I want him to be okay too, he When you are young, going out to see the world is better than staying in the village? Abbot Fangzheng, look, is there a way to let him go out?"

Fangzheng smiled slightly, did not speak, took a sip of rootless clean water, and then said slowly: "Benefactor, can this poor monk tell you a story?"

"Ah?" Shi Dazhu was stunned for a moment, he came to ask for an explanation, why did he become listening to a story? But Shi Dazhu nodded politely, expressing his willingness to listen.

Fang Zheng then said: "In ancient times, there was a country, and there was a national teacher in the country. The national teacher had a high status in the country, but he was old and wanted to find someone to entrust him with the mantle. There was no one else around him, but there was a waiter. The waiter was honest. He respected the national teacher very much, and took care of him day and night very carefully. So the national teacher wanted to choose this waiter to entrust his mantle, so one night, he suddenly shouted to the waiter: "Buddha? ""

Shi Dazhu said: "Call the waiter Buddha? This... who dares to promise."

Fangzheng nodded and said: "Yes, the waiter also thought the same way, he quickly knelt down, shook his head and said: "I am a waiter, not Buddha, your name is wrong. "

On the second night, the national teacher called the waiter again: "Buddha?"

The waiter still knelt down, shook his head and said he was not.

This has been the case for three consecutive days. Seeing this, the national teacher sighed helplessly: "Iron shackles have no holes to be carried by others. It is not easy to hurt children and grandchildren. If you want to support the door and support the household, you have to go up the mountain of swords barefoot. Not long after, the national teacher After passing away, the waiter is still the waiter, nothing changes."

"What do you mean?" Shi Dazhu didn't understand either.

Fangzheng looked at the bodhi tree on his head and said: "Although this national teacher is profound in Buddhism, he is old and lonely. He used the method of pressing the bull's head to eat grass on the waiter, trying to make him enlightened, but the waiter is just a waiter, not a Buddha. How can he do that?" consciousness?"

Shi Dazhu suddenly realized: "Abbot Fangzheng means that I used the wrong method? Then what should I do?"

Fangzheng smiled slightly, took the water in the bowl and sprinkled it on the ground.

Shi Dazhu looked at it, and asked with a confused face: "What do you mean?"

Fangzheng said: "Look at this water, you don't care about it, it just flows down. But..." While speaking, Fangzheng drew a channel on the edge of the water with his fingers, and the water followed the trend.

Shi Dazhu slapped his forehead and shouted: "I understand! Make the most of the situation? Thank you Master, I understand!"

Fangzheng smiled and said, "Amitabha, Fangzheng, a poor monk, cannot be called a master."

"Master, you're welcome! I'll do it! I'll definitely do it!" Shi Dazhu thanked again and again, then drank a bowl of water and said, "Master Fangzheng, what, I'm leaving first... eh? This water...why is it so delicious? ?”

Fangzheng said: "I feel better, everything is fine."

Shi Dazhu didn't think much about it, he took his leave and left, running down the mountain all the way.

Fangzheng looked at Shi Dazhu's back, and felt a little sour in his heart. He was so happy to have a child with parents.

"System, the little famous mission Poor Monk has been completed, is there no follow-up mission?" Fangzheng suddenly asked curiously.

"You have completed all the novice tasks, and now Yizhi Temple has achieved a small reputation, and it is expected to stabilize. Therefore, the way the system releases tasks has also changed, and future tasks will be based on Yizhi Temple. It depends on the pilgrims. There are no pilgrims who meet the conditions for releasing the mission, so there are no pilgrims for the time being."

"Okay." Fangzheng was a little disappointed. Although the system tasks were a little perverted every time, the rewards made Fangzheng drool. Moreover, after careful calculation, those tasks are not impossible, and they are things that Founder will do regardless of whether there is a system or not. Since you will do it no matter what, and you can still get benefits, it is tantamount to earning for nothing. Now that it's gone, I'm naturally a little disappointed.

When Shi Dazhu went down the mountain, he saw Tan Juguo sitting at the gate of the village, smoking a dry cigarette. As soon as the two met, Tan Juguo laughed and scolded: "You old man, you don't earn your money honestly, what are you doing here? "

"Hey, you old guy, you know what you're asking, don't you? But thank you for this incident. This abbot has a level. Although it's just a layer of window paper, I just can't listen to others. He said a few words, a story, I actually listened to it, the reasoning is still the same, the way is still the same way, but it’s just pleasing to the eye! Unlike you, an old bastard who just opens his mouth and scolds his mother." Shi Dazhu laughed.

"Zhong Ting, you should go back and take care of that bastard of yours, I've never seen anyone more useless than him," Tan Juguo said.

"Come on, I don't have time to talk to you anymore. I'll talk to you after I finish that kid," Shi Dazhu said.

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything, and all the credit is due to Fang Zheng. If you really want to thank him, you have seen the broken mountain road. Stones are needed to build the road. What do you think should be done?" Tan Juguo said.

"As long as my son is dealt with, I'll take care of the stone!" Shi Dazhu laughed.

"Then let's go quickly, I won't keep you for dinner." Tan Juguo said, waving a pipe.

Shi Dazhu smiled, left the village, got into a car and drove away. He lied to Fangzheng from the beginning. Although he was a farmer, he is no longer an ordinary farmer, but a farmer entrepreneur. He has his own stone mountain and earns a lot of money every year. But there was a son who didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't work all day long, just squatting in the factory and tossing around, not even a little bit of youthful vigor. Seeing that the children in the village went out one by one, no matter what they did or how much money they made, they relied on their own abilities to support themselves and honor their parents.

At this point, Shi Dazhu was envious to death, and looked back at his son, although the living conditions were better than others, but mentally, he was completely useless! For him, Shi Dazhu tried his best, beat and scolded endlessly, but it was useless at all. Recently, the two of them just started arguing, and they broke up after a fight...