Chapter 277 Personality Is the Most Important Thing 【Subscription】

"System, what kind of behavior does this red boy poor monk have to manage to complete the task? Does he have to be tortured day and night to become an invincible good baby? Isn't this too much?" Fang Zheng peeled off a few pieces of bamboo shoots casually. Throw it into a bowl filled with rootless clean water, and this is Fangzheng's tea. It tastes sweet and refreshing, and has a special taste.

"What do you think?" the system asked back.

Fangzheng said: "Can the poor monk be the master?"

"Of course you can't make the decision, but what kind of red boy do you think is perfect?" the system asked.

Fangzheng thinks about it too, if someone spends merit to release tasks, if he does whatever he wants, that would be abnormal. Fangzheng sipped his tea slowly, thinking about this question. At that moment, Fangzheng thought of Zen Master Yizhi. It seems that he has heard this question before. It was a conversation between Zen Master Hongyun and Zen Master Yizhi...

At that time, the One Finger Temple was still a One Finger Temple, and it was dilapidated. When Fangzheng came back, he saw Zen Master Hongyun and One Finger sitting in the yard, chatting about something. Fangzheng didn't go in, but just squatted at the door. He didn't like the restraint of facing Zen Master Hongyun.

"One point to the abbot, that child is stubborn by nature, is it really okay for you to let him run down the mountain and cause trouble everywhere?" Zen Master Hongyun asked.

Zen Master Yizhi smiled and said, "He...hehe. Hongyun, what do you think?"

After pondering for a while, Zen Master Hongyun said: "At least you should discipline him, let him calm down, right?"

"Is that still him?" Zen Master Yizhi asked again.

Zen Master Hongyun was taken aback for a moment, frowned and said, "Cultivation is inherently bitter and lonely. If you can't calm down, how can you practice Zen and enlighten the Tao?"

Zen master Yizhi pointed to a stone and said, "Do you think this stone might practice Zen?"

"Without life, how can you practice Zen?" Hongyun Zen Master said.

Zen master Yizhi said: "Yes, without life, one cannot practice Zen, but what is life?

The poor monk believes that personality is the symbol of a living being, and obliterating a person's personality is tantamount to obliterating the person. Just like this stone, everyone has become a smooth stone, so who will be the table? "

If Zen Master Hongyun realized something, he asked back: "Individuality is also the easiest to make mistakes."

Zen master Yizhi nodded and said: "The poor monk has always believed that: all things in the world should cultivate their original nature, cultivate their goodness, correct the evil and keep the good, and keep the original heart. Then where does Maitreya Buddha come from in this world, where do Bodhisattvas and Arhats with different personalities come from? Tolerance is great. Buddhism has been developed for so many years, and the reason why it has been able to prosper for a long time is that it is inclusive of all rivers, not unique and self-admired.

Although this child is naughty, his heart is not bad. He will steal wild fruits from other people's homes, but he will also distribute wild fruits to other children who are greedy or hungry. When he is caught, he will stand up and fight. beat.

He chases chickens and dogs, but when the car comes, he will fly to save the dog.

He has flaws and strengths, which blend together to make him who he is.

The world is colorful because of all kinds of people. If everyone has the same color, it would be too monotonous. He made a mistake, so guide him slowly. He can clearly distinguish what is right from wrong, so he naturally knows what to do. Forcibly erasing it may have quick results, but what will be eradicated at the same time is likely to be his soul. "

"The poor monk suddenly understood why you left there and came to this small temple to visit the Buddha." Chan Master Hongyun smiled wryly. He found that many of Zen Master Yizhi's thoughts were more biased towards people, if not Buddha! At least, it’s not quite right with the idea of ​​cultivating Buddhism that everyone thinks. It’s not like the point of a needle is pointing at the wheat, but there are always some edges and corners, which are fine at ordinary times.

Zen Master Yizhi smiled and said nothing.

"Have you thought about it?" The system suddenly interrupted Fang Zheng's thoughts.

Fangzheng smiled slightly and said: "Think it over, the poor monk's request to Hong Haier is very simple now, don't kill people, don't kill animals, don't do evil, and let him do the rest."

"Uh, apart from this, you don't care about anything else?" The system was obviously surprised by Fang Zheng's answer.

"Don't worry, you have to worry about eating, drinking, and sleeping, right? In addition, if you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. I believe that he will understand what to do and what not to do. I think the Bodhisattva probably doesn't want to." Do you want a money-dispersing machine?" Fangzheng chuckled and drank his tea.

The system was silent, didn't say anything, and didn't know whether to file a complaint or think about life.

While talking, Hong Haier came in with a bucket, threw the bucket into the back kitchen, then sat on the opposite side of Fangzheng, groaning and crossing his arms, "Master, when will you return my mana?"

Although Hong Hai'er didn't know why he lost his mana, as long as he wasn't a fool, he would definitely know that it had something to do with Fang Zheng.

Fangzheng smiled and said, "This is the world of mortals, what do you need mana for?"

Hong Boy really wanted to say, if you have mana, you can kill you easily, but he dared not say this, but said in a ghostly way: "If the disciple has mana, why do you need to carry water? Just beckon, and the water will come Why is it so hard? Besides, here are all mortals, and the disciples can protect the safety of our monastery with mana, and even perform miracles, attracting countless believers. Isn’t there a lot of incense? Also, the disciple is a boy who spreads money Ah, back then the Bodhisattva gave the disciple a money thread, and the disciple could transform into gold and silver treasures and distribute them to those in need."

When Fangzheng heard that this kid could make money, he was a little cautious, now he is so poor that he wants to pick up even a dime! But he knew better that giving Hong Boy mana would definitely cause more trouble than good!

So, Fangzheng said with a smile: "Apprentice, you are right, don't worry, when it is time for you to have mana, the master will definitely give it to you. But now, let's cook..."

Red Boy looked at the back kitchen, then at Fangzheng, gritted his teeth with grief and indignation, and said, "You won't really let Ben...cough, let me cook? I don't know how to cook..."

"It's okay, let your third senior brother teach you." Fangzheng chuckled and looked at the monkey who was sweeping the floor.

The monkey immediately said: "Don't worry, I am very good at cooking now, I will definitely teach you."

Red Boy really wants to slap this dead monkey, shut up at this time, no one will treat you as dumb.

In the end, Honghaier went to cook honestly. Fangzheng looked at Honghaier's back and smiled slightly. This guy really looks like him when he was a child. It's just that Fangzheng is not like Zen Master Yizhi at all. Zen Master Yizhi back then would never criticize him, nor would he say anything about him, but when he did something, he would take Fangzheng with him and let Fangzheng see it for himself. Enlightenment.