Chapter 411 Living in Hope [Part 2]
Seeing that Fangzheng was so calm and composed, sitting there, like an old monk in meditation, as stable as Mount Tai, many eminent monks who were sitting nodded secretly. They have seen a lot of geniuses, and they have seen more people who are proud of their talents. They can be like Fang Zheng, neither happy with things nor sad with themselves, and there are not many people who have nothing to say about right and wrong.
But this was just a small episode. Soon, the Dharma conference began, and everything was going on in an orderly manner, including chanting scriptures, chanting Buddha's name, and teaching the Dharma. At the same time, a set of loudspeakers outside the temple transmitted the content of the scriptures and sayings in the temple... Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Fangzheng. Naturally, it was not his turn to speak on the scriptures at this Dafa Conference, and Zen Master Baiyun and others also kept silent about it.
The party couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "What's going on? Why don't Master Fangzheng come on stage..."
Hong Jing said in a low voice: "Although Abbot Fangzheng has a great talent and a lotus tongue, he is too young. At such an age, such a talent does not have the matching experience and state of mind. It may have the effect of counteracting the growth of seedlings. The mages also considered this, so they did not intend to let Abbot Fangzheng give a lecture. Everything was done step by step, giving him space and time to let him grow. As for the stage, we old guys are very happy. I am willing to hand over the future stage to you. Yixing, you are extremely talented, but you are full of arrogance in your bones. Look at Abbot Fangzheng, who crosses the river with a reed and spreads a lotus with his tongue. He is capable, but...has he ever been proud? To be honest, just those two things, for ordinary people, enough to brag about for a lifetime, and can despise anyone wherever they go. Including all the mages sitting here!
If you were given that height, would you be able to be as square as Fang Zheng? "
Yixing was stunned, he really wanted to say that he could do it, but after thinking about it carefully, he seemed unable to do it...
Seeing that the group started to reflect, Hongjing felt relieved. As his apprentice, he himself knows best that it is not a good thing that he is more than smart, more than vigorous, and shows his sharpness.
The whole morning passed quickly, and many eminent monks took turns to give lectures. What they said was not traditional scriptures, but translated scriptures into vernacular, and then told them in the form of stories. In this way, it is much more interesting than listening to dry scriptures. Everyone listens with gusto and benefits a lot.
Of course, Fangzheng also understood that the purpose of speaking like this was not for these monks, but more for the audience down the mountain. They don't understand the scriptures, and if they read or explain the scriptures alone, they can't understand them at all. But when I said this, I immediately understood. Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages. The scriptures are extensive and profound, and countless eminent monks have studied them day and night for countless years, supplemented, deleted, and revised them. These scriptures incorporate the great wisdom of countless people, and today, if you study every word carefully, you will benefit a lot. Different people, different environments, read it, and they will get different insights.
However, when the eminent monks speak in such vernacular, there is no possibility of comprehension. Basically, two bottles pour water, and the eminent monks just pour the water of their own insights to others. Although they can understand, the things they convey are limited after all.
Of course, there are pros and cons, Fangzheng still likes this kind of lecturing very much, it doesn't take much thinking, it sounds easy, and the focus is on the little allusions and stories, which are really inspiring.
The puja lasts for one morning, and the rest of the time is for giving and receiving incense.
Xiaguang Temple opened the gates of the temple and donated various vegetarian dishes, steamed buns, buns and other items; at the same time, pilgrims from all walks of life were welcomed into the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. Of course, there are monks watching the whole process. Once there are too many people, they will stop letting people in.
Fangzheng looked at the dense and dark crowd, and then at the sweaty monks. For the first time, he realized that too much incense is not necessarily a good thing! If this happened in One Finger Temple, most likely the gate of the mountain would be crushed...
"Well, this kind of explaining the Dharma should be left to the major monasteries. The poor monk should be a quiet little monk, squatting in the corner, chanting scriptures, eating, and helping people solve problems. Well...even if Follow the rhythm and go out, One Finger Temple can't be so noisy!" Fangzheng secretly decided in his heart.
If other monks knew about this idea, they would probably give him two big mouths. Everyone wants to use their brains to attract more incense, but this guy doesn't want incense... What a weird thing.
Groups of people came in and groups left, Fangzheng was not in a hurry, as for eating? Sorry, steamed buns are fine. As for the Zhaitang? Whoever loves to go, whoever goes! Anyway, Founder is not going!
Hong Hai'er was dragged away by Ouyang Fenghua, and he didn't know where he went crazy.
Fangzheng just pretended not to see it. Anyway, as long as the brat doesn't cause trouble, just let him go. Seeing the outside world more and immersing in this world more is a good thing for both Honghaier and Fangzheng.
At this moment, a black figure entered Fangzheng's sight. Fangzheng raised his eyebrows, tore off a piece of steamed bun in his hand, gently put it in his mouth, and said with a smile, "It's finally here..."
Ruan Hai walked among the crowd, keeping his head down all the time, for fear that other monks would recognize him and drive him out.
Today, in order not to be misunderstood, he didn't bring any bag, and was dressed in simple clothes. He mixed in the crowd, lined up silently, and walked towards the Daxiong Hall. When he came to the entrance of the main hall, Ruan Hai took three sticks of incense, burned the incense, kowtowed, and muttered something silently...
Fangzheng whispered a few words to a monk, but the monk was stunned, not understanding what Fangzheng meant. However, I did it according to Fang Zheng's intention... Quietly, I guided the flow of people behind Ruan Hai to other places to offer incense and pray to Buddha.
A gleam flashed in Fang Zhengze's eyes - a dream of yellow beams!
However, to Fangzheng's surprise, Ruan Hai was not recalling, but silently prayed a few words, hoping that the Buddha would bless him to find his daughter, then stood up and prepared to leave.
Fangzheng sighed, removed Yimeng Huangliang's supernatural power, and followed quietly. Seeing Honghaier on the way, Fangzheng waved, and Honghaier immediately ran over and asked, "Master, what are you doing?"
"It's your turn to make a move, follow up with your teacher, don't let others find out." Fangzheng whispered.
Afterwards, Honghaier felt the long-lost mana in his body return, and he grinned and said, "Don't worry, Master, it's a piece of cake!"
The next moment, Hong Haier pulled Fang Zheng and chased after him. After walking not far, they turned a corner, and the two of them disappeared instantly. Then Hong Haier took Fang Zheng into the air and followed Ruan Hai.
After going down the mountain, Ruan Hai found his motorcycle and drove all the way to the ruins again. He took out a package from the motorcycle, which contained some meals. It can be seen that the meals were prepared with great care and attention. exquisite. Stir-fried pork with green peppers, ground three delicacies, and pot-wrapped pork, there are three dishes.