Chapter 338 This Pilgrim Is a Bit Special 【Subscription】
Seeing this, Hua Luo and the others shouted a few more times without giving up, but Fangzheng's flat voice came from inside: "All benefactors, please come back. If you want to eat, please get up early next year."
Everyone had no choice but to ask Wang Yougui for help.
Hua Luo said: "Village Chief, we are old acquaintances, and we have helped your village a lot, look... don't you..."
Wang Yougui smiled wryly and said, "You don't know Fangzheng's temper. If you say one is one, he said there is no more, so there must be no more. Come on, for the sake of everyone's good relationship, I will go back and discuss with other people, and I will give you a balance." Get some out."
Hualuo didn't expect to get any more zongzi at first, but when Wang Yougui said this, he burst into laughter and quickly agreed.
So a group of people went down the mountain in a mighty way. Wang Yougui still has authority in the village. In a word, the villagers were not stingy. Every household took out a few, and each of these tourists could eat one. . What I have eaten before is naturally carefully stored, and I will taste it slowly when I go back. Those who hadn't eaten it were eager to open it and taste it. They were curious about how delicious the rice dumpling was, which made those people wait on the mountain for a whole day with such perseverance!
As a result, after eating it, I regretted it all.
"Oh, I'm out of food, what should I do if I want to eat again..."
"I regret it, I knew I would eat half a mouthful, so I kept it."
"I clearly just want to eat a little bit, why can't I hold back..."
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And the one who regrets the most is the woman who said at the beginning that there was a problem with Fangzheng's zongzi. If she hadn't had a lot of mouth before, she would at least be able to eat a few now... Regret!
No matter how everyone complains, the villagers have worked hard, and they have indeed eaten delicious food without spending any money! No matter how upset I felt, I drove back one by one. It's just that I silently remembered Yizhi Temple in my heart, remembered today, next year's today, they will come at one point, and they will come early!
At the same time, various photos about One Finger Temple and the bamboo forest were also circulated. Taking advantage of the villagers, everyone naturally tried their best to help Yizhi Village brag, and spread the words and stories told by the villagers. Among them, the most amazing thing is the matter of Yang Hua's family begging for a child.
One Finger Temple once again became a topic of conversation for many people after dinner. The news of One Finger Temple's efficacy also reached the ears of a man who was eating dried steamed buns. The man raised his head, thought for a while, and put away the remaining half Steamed bun.
A new day has arrived, and yesterday's turmoil has also dissipated.
The sun hadn't jumped out of the horizon yet, but the sky was brightening. After Honghaier explained what the big rooster was crowing, Fangzheng set the alarm clock decisively, and never heard the rooster crowing anymore. He always felt that the crowing was full of egg pain.
After cleaning the Buddhist hall and having breakfast, Fangzheng opened the door calmly, but there were two people standing at the door!
A man in black pants and a gray shirt. On such a hot day, the man was still wearing long sleeves. The long sleeves were rolled up and worn as short sleeves. Standing beside him was a little girl holding a plush rabbit with one ear missing. The little girl was wearing a yellow dress and red cropped pants. She stood beside the man in fear and held his hand. a little nervous. Seeing Fangzheng coming out, he immediately hid behind the man.
The man's sideburns were a little white, and he looked young, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes.
Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, good morning, two benefactors."
The man tried his best to squeeze out a smile and said, "Master..."
"Amitabha, please come from the almsgiver." Those who came to the temple were nothing more than praying for the Buddha, and Fangzheng naturally invited people in.
However, to Fangzheng's surprise, the man didn't go inside, but hesitated for a moment, and asked Fangzheng, "Excuse me, abbot, is this... really spiritual?"
"Sincerity leads to spirit." Fangzheng has seen this kind of question too many times, so he answered casually.
The man nodded, and led the little girl into the temple. Seeing a lush bodhi tree in front of him, and the influence of Buddhism from the plaque, the restless heart of the whole person was also at ease. The little girl was no longer so scared, and smiled secretly at Fangzheng.
Fang Zheng smiled back.
The man brought the little girl to the door of the Buddhist hall, looked at the sign at the door, and a look of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
Fangzheng said softly: "High incense and ordinary incense are just different in appearance. Whether you are sincere or not has nothing to do with the incense. When the heart arrives, it arrives."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, gave Fangzheng a grateful look, took the little girl into the Buddhist hall, and said in a low voice, "You can do what daddy does, you know?"
"En." The little girl nodded obediently, and then the man offered incense, brought the girl to his knees, and prayed silently. After finishing the work, he took the little girl out of the Buddhist hall and asked Fangzheng, "Master, may I ask, does the temple open at this hour every day?"
Fangzheng said: "The time of opening the door every day is not necessarily."
"Then... can it be earlier?" The man hesitated for a moment, then asked.
Fangzheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "Of course, what time does the benefactor want to open the door?"
"Six o'clock?" the man asked.
Fangzheng was stunned, so early? Although the days in the Northeast will get longer and longer after winter, the dawn is early and the darkness is late. But six o'clock, after all, is a bit early. But looking at the embarrassment and hope in the man's eyes, Fangzheng nodded and said, "Yes."
"Thank you mage." The man heaved a sigh of relief and took the girl away.
Looking at the backs of the two, Fang Zheng silently opened his eyes, but nothing happened to them. Open your eyes again, but you can't see anything...
Fangzheng shook his head slightly and didn't care.
In the past few days, Honghaier would go out at night to rain, and it would rain in several arid villages nearby. Under the pretense of being tired from casting spells, he stopped doing any work and slept until he woke up naturally every day. He lived a very comfortable life. Regarding this, Fangzheng didn't care about him. Instead, he put a lot of water containers in the yard, collected the rainwater, poured it into the Buddha tank, and it tasted exactly the same.
After less than half a month of continuous precipitation, and the villagers actively closed the motorized well, the sandy soil here also helped a lot. The rain seeped down quickly, and the groundwater accumulated more and more. But there's not much flow.
Fortunately, the villagers are paying more and more attention to environmental protection, and the original river channel of Yizhi Spring has also been cleared out by them to merge with the stream left by Tongtian Mountain, which can be regarded as a small scenic spot.
Seeing that Yizhi Village is engaged in farmhouse entertainment, life is getting more and more prosperous, and other villages are also jealous. But without bamboo, this is flawed! But don't be discouraged, and have planted other fruits, cantaloupe, watermelon and other crops. And One Finger Village is in the innermost part. Anyone who comes to One Finger Village will pass by those villages. The villagers have bought some fruits and vegetables to sell on the side of the road. Under the banner of pure green and no pesticides, they are selling very well! Immediately, every village, led by Yizhi Village, quietly changed their original production models. The ecological environment is also getting better and better, but this process is very slow, and there is not much change in a short period of time.