Chapter 413 Living in Hope [4]

After the two exchanged a few polite words, Fang Zheng got straight to the point: "Zen Master Xiaguang, Fang Zheng wants to ask Zen Master something."

"Abbot Fangzheng, just ask. If the poor monk knows, he will know everything." Chan Master Xiaguang laughed.

After Fangzheng thought about it, he asked, "There is a river in the southwest of the mountain. The river is very wide. What kind of river is that?"

"That's the Dongjiang River, which originates from the Changbai Mountains. It is formed by the confluence of several rivers. It is the widest place there, but it will eventually converge into the Songhua River. Master Fangzheng, why are you asking this?" Zen Master Xiaguang was also a little curious.

Fangzheng asked again: "In recent years, has there been a flood in the Dongjiang River?"

"Flood?" Zen Master Xiaguang was lost in thought, before raising his head for a while and said: "It hasn't happened in recent years, but there was a flood there twenty years ago, and the flood engulfed several villages. But at that time, the government had warned in advance, All the personnel have been transferred, and the damage caused is not large."

"Did someone drown?" Fangzheng continued to ask.

"That's too much. Every year, people don't listen to the advice and go swimming in the water, and many people leave every year. Amitabha..." At this point, Zen Master Xiaguang couldn't help chanting a Buddha's name.

Fangzheng nodded and said, "Zen Master Xiaguang, look at this."

Fangzheng handed the flyer to Zen Master Xiaguang, and then told Zen Master Xiaguang everything he saw, and finally asked: "Does Zen Master have any impression of this person? If the poor monk reads correctly, he should live not far from here." the right place."

However, to Fangzheng's helplessness, Zen Master Xiaguang shook his head and said, "The poor monk is usually studying Buddhism, and there are not many opportunities to go out and walk around. The poor monk you mentioned doesn't have much impression, and the benefactor Ruan Hai made a fuss about it." My son, this matter has been spread for a long time, and I have never heard of anyone who knows him. Perhaps, he did not come to the monastery before... The poor monk has no impression of the girl in this portrait."

When Fang Zheng heard it, it was a bit difficult. The last flood was twenty years ago. It has been so long. Even if some relatives of Ruan Hai were killed in that flood, it would not be twenty years... Calculated in this way, Fang Zheng can't figure it out. It is said that Ruan Hai's daughter probably drowned while playing in the water, or the kind where the dead body can't be seen.

That's why Ruan Hai went into the water to search, and at the same time handed out leaflets to find people on the shore... This explanation, on the contrary, can explain it.

Coming out of Zen Master Xiaguang's abbot's room, Fangzheng scratched his bald head. He found that this matter is really troublesome. He knew too little about Ruan Hai, and Ruan Hai himself could express too little, which was indeed a problem.

At this time, Hong Haier ran over, pointed to the sky and said, "Master, it's getting late, shouldn't you take me to have a good meal?"

Fangzheng just remembered that yesterday he agreed to take Hongbai to eat the authentic Buddhist vegetarian food. Fangzheng really wanted to see if this guy with a mouth really likes to eat this kind of food. Zhisi can save a lot of food every year, so Fangzheng smiled and said: "This is easy, let's go, I will take you to a big meal for the teacher!"

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng himself couldn't help laughing.

When I came to the Zhaitang, monks had already arrived and were eating quietly.

Fangzheng let Honghaier sit down, went to make two dishes, one soup, and a big bowl of rice for Honghaier himself, and then put everything in front of Fangzheng Honghaier with a smile on his face.

Hong Haier said unhappily: "Master, it's not that you don't know the skills of this disciple, such a little food is enough!"

He said very kindly and kindly: "Purify your heart, eat it, if it is not enough, I will serve it for you as a teacher."

Red Boy looked at Fangzheng suspiciously and said, "Master, your expression reminds me of an animal."

"What animal?" Fang Zheng asked.

"Old fox." Red Boy said.

Fangzheng: "..."

Red Boy looked at the empty table in front of Fangzheng, and asked, "Master, why don't you eat?"

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, there are still a few rice balls in the meditation room. If you don't eat them, they will be ruined. It's shameful to waste them. As a teacher, let's eat the leftover rice balls. Disciple, eat quickly, you're full, so go early rest."

"Master, why do I not believe what you said?" Hong Haier still didn't move his chopsticks.

Fangzheng was speechless, as a master made him like this, his own disciples didn't believe it, probably no one else.

But no matter how much Hong Haier said, he still wanted to eat. He was also curious, this dish looks okay, it's green and the rice is glistening white, is it really so unpalatable? Then the red boy put down his chopsticks...

Fangzheng's eyes lit up...

After taking a bite, Hong Haier felt that the taste of the rice in his mouth was just right. After taking another bite of vegetables, Hong Haier turned around and ran out.

Fangzheng said indifferently: "Purify your heart, it's shameful to waste it. If you waste one sip, you can recite sutras for the teacher all night."

Hong Boy's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he sat back with grief and indignation, stared at Fangzheng with puffed cheeks, and said, "Master, did you do it on purpose? Is there anyone like you who is a master? He just cheats on apprentices!"

Fangzheng rolled his eyes and said, "I didn't cheat you as a teacher. You clamored to eat it. If you don't take the initiative today, I will forget it as a teacher. Okay, Jingxin, don't talk so much, hurry up while it's hot." Eat, eat, go to bed early."

"I..." Hong Haier scolded my mother very sweetly, but considering the difference in strength, he gave up decisively. He lowered his head and looked at the food in front of him. He wanted to cry!

"Disciple, you have a big appetite as a teacher, do you want me to serve you some?" Fangzheng asked with a smile.

Hong Haier hurriedly lowered his head to eat, he couldn't beat him, he couldn't scold him, so he just let it go out of sight.

In fact, Vegetarian food is not so unpalatable, but it becomes unpalatable with the comparison. It's like, many people are used to eating the delicate meat of wild river fish, and they can't eat feed fish at all.

on the way back.

"Teacher, run slowly!" Fangzheng trotted all the way, but Honghaier ran even faster.

"No!" Red Boy shouted without looking back.

"Slow down for me! Don't overtake me as a teacher! Hey, you're running faster and faster, and you're going to be careless as a teacher!" Fangzheng gritted his teeth and shouted, hurry up, red boy, hurry up, this brat Running so fast, of course Fangzheng knew what he was planning! This is running back, and I want to clean him up! How can this work? Fangzheng has been pointing at those rice balls for the past two days!

"Master, can you stop cheating?" Red Boy walked behind Fangzheng with an aggrieved face, shouting unwillingly.

"No." Fangzheng replied without hesitation.

The red boy looked at this increasingly thick-skinned master, rolled his eyes... and thought to himself: "Why did the Bodhisattva find such a wonderful master for me! Those eminent monks, either ignore the secular world and turn around to understand Buddhism, or spend a lot of time drinking and pretending to be monks , but this one in front of me... is more merciful than anyone else; he is more ruthless than a brat..."