Chapter 630 What Does It Taste Like?

Xue Zongdao: "Abbot, everyone is not a child, so don't say things that three-year-olds don't believe. It's the same sentence. As long as you agree, I will pay for the money transported by this tree and the money for later maintenance." gone."

Looking at the warm-hearted trio in front of him, Fangzheng felt a little powerless, how could this be explained.

Seeing that Fangzheng was silent, Shao Min thought Fangzheng was not happy, and said with a pretty face, "Abbot Fangzheng, are you not willing?"

"Of course I don't want to. It's not like the linden tree hasn't spent the winter here. It's more moist in winter. Why must it be transported to the south?" At this time, the red boy jumped out and shouted.

Shao Min heard the sound and looked, only to see a little kid jumping out, the appearance of the powder carving jade is very cute. As for what Hong Haier said, Shao Min didn't take it seriously at all. He shook his head and said, "You little boy, what do you know? It's alive and well in winter, and I'm afraid it will die as soon as winter comes. Abbot Fangzheng, would you I don't want to talk back."

Fangzheng sighed and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, this bodhi tree cannot be moved."

"You..." Shao Min was furious, why is this monk so stubborn!

Xue Zong also frowned, but he didn't say much. He patted Shao Min on the shoulder and said, "Although it's a pity that the tree froze to death, it's a temple tree after all, and it's also a matter of the temple. If the abbot doesn't want it, I think it's fine."

"That's right, burn incense, pray to Buddha, and look at the scenery, let's retreat. I'm still waiting to go to Changbai Mountain to see..." Zhao Gang said.

"You two! I'm so pissed off!" Shao Min heard that both of his own people had betrayed him, and immediately became upset. He waved his hands, glared at Fangzheng, and rushed out of the temple in stride, shouting at the same time: "My heart There is no Buddha, why do you worship Buddha! Go home!"

Xue Zong glanced at Fangzheng, nodded slightly, and left.

Zhao Gang, on the other hand, smiled embarrassedly at Fangzheng. In his opinion, the tree belongs to Fangzheng. How to deal with it is Fangzheng's business. It's okay for Shao Min to have a different opinion, but it's fine to just give an opinion. If people agree, they will do it. Is it natural to disagree? Why force others to do things according to their own ideas?

Shaking his head, Zhao Gang also chased him out.

Looking at the back of the three leaving, Hong Haier complained: "Master, this woman is sick, she can do whatever she wants? She said that, and you are not angry? This is not in line with your character!"

Fangzheng smiled and said: "This female benefactor has a good heart, but her actions are too radical. Be kind to good people."

"Oh..." Hong Haier nodded thoughtfully, and then asked tentatively, "Master, why are you so cruel to us?"

Fangzheng grinned at the red boy and said, "Disciple, I remember that you like to eat stones as snacks..."

"Master, I don't understand something! Teacher, please!" Hong Haier shouted with a trembling heart when he heard this.

Fangzheng knocked on his head and said, "It's just you who are excited, just ask."

"Master, don't you think what she did was wrong? Good people and good deeds are good, but there should be a limit." Hong Hai'er said.

Fangzheng's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he stared at Honghaier up and down, until Honghaier almost became hairy, and then said: "Jingxin, you finally learned to think about problems, not bad, not bad, really good! "

This is the first time that Fangzheng has praised Honghaier so much, but why does Honghaier think that this praise makes him so awkward? It's not that he has no brains. When did he not think about it? It's just that he seldom thinks like this...I used to like to think in the same way as his parents, how to beat this to death, how to eat that, what kind of pot to use...but, that's also thinking.

Seeing the red boy rolling his eyes there, Fangzheng said indifferently, "You have to have a limit in everything you do, too much is too much. The same is true for doing good deeds, especially when you don't have enough closure and just rely on your own cognition to judge something. When things are right or wrong, you rashly think that you are doing the right thing, and then force the will of others to do it. Then good intentions are likely to do bad things. This bodhi tree survives by relying on the power of the belief of all living beings and the spirit of Buddha. Zhisi, even if transported back to the south, will die. Unfortunately, she doesn't understand these things."

Hong Haier said: "It turns out that helping others is not blind. No wonder every time you go out with you, you see things through before you act, instead of acting rashly as soon as you see something wrong. Asking for a dead body, and the old man and liars..."

Fangzheng said: "Sometimes what the naked eye sees and what the ear hears may not be the truth. Learn more and make fewer mistakes. Do you understand?"

After Fangzheng finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the squirrels, lone wolves, and monkeys who were still hiding in front of the door with heads stacked on top of each other.

Several guys nodded quickly.

At this moment, Lone Wolf sniffed and said, "Master, what does it smell like? It's so weird..."

Fangzheng frowned when he smelled it, there was indeed a strange smell.

The squirrel, the red boy, and the monkey also smelled it...

...

But at this very moment, the One Finger Temple was full of mourning!

"You idiots, aren't you squatting on the side to watch the mooncakes? That's how you look at them?" Fangzheng looked at the dark mooncakes in the pot, and kept scratching his bald head.

The squirrel looked at the black smoking pot, then at the black and ash-like mooncakes in the pot, and said, "Master, can I still eat it?"

"Try it." Fangzheng rolled his eyes, took out a piece, and gave it to the squirrel.

The squirrel sniffed it and cried, "It smells so bad!"

Breaking apart the mooncake, the squirrel was surprised to find that there was no paste inside! Take a sip...

"Ah bah! It's unpalatable! Where's the water? Where's the water?" The squirrel ran to find water.

Honghaier and the others looked at Fangzheng pitifully: "Master, our mooncakes are gone..."

Fangzheng also had a look of helplessness when he heard the words, all the ingredients were used up, and this turned out to be the case. Could it be that we won't be able to eat mooncakes this year? Stuffed up...

Xue Zong, Zhao Gang, and Shao Min also heard the wailing in the temple.

Shao Min laughed immediately: "This is retribution, it deserves not to be able to eat mooncakes on August 15th!"

Zhao Gang smiled wryly and said, "My aunt, why do you have such a big hatred? Although the bodhi tree is precious, it is still someone else's property. You can deal with it as you like. Why are you fighting..."

"I'm not trying to compete. Do you know how difficult it is for a century-old tree to grow? Such a precious tree should be well protected instead of freezing to death here!" Shao Min said.

Zhao Gang said: "Of course I know it's difficult, but I know that when transplanting this kind of tree, the branches and leaves are usually cut off to reduce their transpiration, reduce water loss, etc... If it is shipped this year, it can grow longer. Is it such a big canopy? If it is transported in its entirety, the price will be very expensive. Who would spend so much money and put in so much effort to transport such a complete bodhi tree to such a remote monastery?"

When Zhao Gang said this, Shao Min was stunned. Just now, he only cared about the old tree, but now that he thought about it, it seemed...the truth was true.

Xue Zongdao: "The root system of the bodhi tree in the yard seems to be very developed, it doesn't look like it was planted temporarily. The soil doesn't look like it was turned over recently..."

As soon as this remark came out, Shao Min was stunned. She was too excited just now. Now that she thinks about it carefully, the bodhi tree doesn't look like it was newly transplanted. It is completely integrated with the temple, as if it had grown naturally. ! Thinking about what Fangzheng said again, Shao Min looked up at the huge bodhi tree canopy, feeling a little confused. Is there really a bodhi tree in this world that is not afraid of the cold? But... is this possible?

"Shao Min, I think you're too impatient. When something happens, let's sit down and talk slowly. Let's talk slowly. Let's talk after we figure it out. Besides, what's the use of getting angry, after all, it's someone else. What should be said, what should be done is done, people like to listen, we help. If they don’t listen, what can we do? Can we still grab it? Outside is no better than at home, people don’t necessarily listen to us.” Zhao Gang carelessly Leaning against the wall, said. He is the kind of person who looks rough and careless, but has a very careful heart.

Hearing Zhao Gang's words, Xue Zong also nodded and said: "Indeed, we were ill-considered before."

Shao Min's temper was a little explosive. Seeing that the two of them turned their fire to talk about him, he felt wronged, and his stubborn temper came up. He said, "Is it because you said so much? I don't know about other things. If this temple is really As you said, some local tyrants sent them bodhi trees, so at least they should be a little popular, right? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and other temples are overcrowded, but this temple doesn’t even have a mouse! How can this be explained? Look, there is still a problem with the temple itself, otherwise it would be impossible for there to be no incense. I remember that last year I went to Daming Temple to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. At that time, many pilgrims sent mooncakes to the temple. Si, that bald man can't even eat moon cakes and still has to make them himself! From the side, can't you see something?"

As soon as these words came out, Xue Zong and Zhao Gang were a little speechless. They were actually wondering, why is there no one in this monastery during this big festival?

Full of doubts, the three of them went down the mountain, but the more they walked, the more they felt that what Shao Min said made sense. It was still early when I first went up the mountain, and no one could understand. But it was almost noon when I went down the mountain, and I didn't see anyone going up the mountain, which explained the problem. Is there really a problem with this monastery and no one goes there?

Just when several people were wondering, they saw a person sitting at the intersection at the foot of the mountain, and another person standing in front of him.

"Village Chief, what are you doing here?" Song Ergou looked at Wang Yougui who was sitting on the steps in puzzlement and asked.

Wang Yougui smiled and said: "It's okay, it's the holidays, and I'll send some mooncakes to Abbot Fangzheng. Mr. Tan called me just now, and he's going too. I'll wait for him and be my companion. What are you doing here?"

Song Ergou immediately laughed: "It's a coincidence, I also sent mooncakes. Village chief, let me have a look at what mooncakes you sent." After finishing speaking, Song Ergou came over.

Wang Yougui said: "Look at it, it's just ordinary mooncakes, how can I still send out fancy ones with my little salary?"

Song Ergou took a look, and there was a box of hardcover moon cakes inside, and the appearance was not bad! Song Ergou laughed and said, "Village Chief, your mooncakes are not cheap."

PS: I saw a lot of people leaving messages asking me, why are you pretending to slap me in the face? Well, I am also in a dilemma. What I wrote was adapted from a real person. My classmate is my classmate. As an author, I was despised like a dog. The other party just wanted to set off his high salary, and then used his ignorance to criticize my work. The industry criticized me... I almost said that I am not as good as a dog in writing books. Of course, we used the manuscript fee of the great god to send it back. This story is for self-righteous idiots, and the idiots in reality are more extreme than those in the book.

I am also quite embarrassed. When writing a story, everyone says it is a story. When writing a life story, everyone said it was all water.

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