Chapter 111 All Hearts Are Immortal 【Favorite】

The only thing that made Fangzheng happy was that after bathing in the Buddha, everyone's mentality changed subtly. After entering the temple, they felt awe, and no one littered things, and the temple was still clean.

After finishing the busy work, I filled another tank of water, and the day passed like this. Looking at the setting sun and eating the last Laba porridge, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fangzheng came to the Buddhist hall contentedly, and said silently: "System, receive the merit box!"

hum!

A yellow light flashed, and in the Buddhist hall, there was a red merit box in front of the futon, with the word merit written on it.

The merit box looks like it is made of wood, but it feels a bit cold to the touch, but it is not cold and feels very good. There is a small opening on the top, which is convenient for putting incense money.

"Finally, there is a merit box, and I don't have to search for money all over the house anymore... Ugh, I almost forgot the business! There should be a lot of incense money today!" Fangzheng hurriedly searched in the room, and sure enough, there was an offering on the table There is a wad of money, quite odd, there are one yuan, some fifty cents, some ten yuan, and a few hundred yuan bills! But the most eye-catching thing is the wad of money!

Fangzheng picked it up and counted it, it was more than two thousand yuan! There is still some change in it. It seems that the other party has put all the money in the wallet here.

Fangzheng rubbed his nose, reckoning that only Tan Ming could do such a thing.

"Sure enough, good people are rewarded... Well, the poor monk is still a good person, Amitabha." After Fangzheng proclaimed the Buddha's name, he walked out of the Buddhist hall, waved his hand, and greeted the squirrel and the lone wolf: "Let's go, let's play!"

At the same time, in Hongyan Village, which is not far from Yizhi Village, there is a small mountain behind the village. The mountain is not high, and the scenery is beautiful. There is a temple on the top of the mountain called Hongyan Temple.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? The people from my Hongyan Temple were snatched away by a small temple? Chen Jin, let me tell you, can I take down the seat of presiding abbot? Just point at this. This matter You screwed me up...forget it, there is nothing to say, friends!" A bald monk snarled and hung up the phone.

At this moment, a middle-aged monk came over: "Amitabha, Brother Wuming, the abbot told everyone to come over."

"Yes, senior brother, the poor monk will pass right away." The unwilling look on Wu Ming's face disappeared immediately, and he said kindly.

"Brother, do you know what the abbot asked us to do?" Wu Ming asked on the road.

Wu Xin sighed and said, "Although Hongyan Temple is not comparable to those big temples in previous years, there are thousands of people coming and going. This year, there is suddenly a lot less, and the incense is not as good as before. The abbot will definitely have to ask."

Wu Ming's face sank when he heard the words, he took the initiative to ask for the Buddha bathing meeting this time, and arranged it all by himself, and it turned out like this, he just felt his heart skip a beat! I'm afraid it's going to be miserable...

Walking through the hall, we came to an open area. At this moment, there were already more than 20 monks sitting on the ground. An old monk in a red cassock was sitting in front of him, holding a rosary in his hands, as if an old monk had entered meditation.

Wu Ming and Wu Xin did well, and after a while, the old monk opened his eyes.

At this time, a monk stood up and said, "Abbot, the number of believers in this year's Buddha bathing meeting has decreased a lot, and the incense is not as strong as in previous years. I don't know why."

"This matter was handled by senior brother Wu Xin in the past, but this year Wu Ming tried his best and insisted on handling it, and it ended up like this." Another monk sneered.

Wu Ming's face sank, so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

But Wu Ming was not willing to be so passive, so he got up and said, "Abbot, this incident is to blame on the poor monk. But it can't be all blamed on the poor monk. The One Finger Temple that should have been closed this year suddenly came back to life for some reason. Come here. A little monk inherited the mantle of Zen Master Yizhi and started the Yizhi Temple. The little monk is from Yizhi Village. He grew up in Yizhi Village. His elders and relatives will naturally join him. Besides, it was organized by the village...

The followers of our Hongyan Temple are mainly Hongyan Village, Yizhi Village and Hongying Village. If there are fewer villagers in one village, there must be fewer people. "

"That's not a reason. We all know the situation of Yizhi Temple. When Zen Master Yizhi was there, it was still a temple, but it was also dilapidated. How could it be possible to support a Buddhist bathing ceremony? Laba porridge and they can't disperse." Get up?" Someone said.

Wu Ming also wondered, how could such a poor monastery afford to hold a Buddha bathing meeting? When he arranged for this matter, he also thought about One Finger Temple, but the small temple was dilapidated and poor, and he didn't think there would be any problems with One Finger Temple if he was killed. In the end, something really went wrong... I regret it!

"Amitabha." At this moment, the old monk suddenly proclaimed a Buddha's name, and everyone fell silent.

Zen Master Hongyan looked at Wuming and said, "Is there a successor to Yizhi Temple?"

Wuming didn't understand what Chan Master Hongyan meant, so he nodded and said, "Yes, it's a young monk named Fangzheng."

"Amitabha, goodness is goodness. It means that the Zen master is superb in Buddhism. He cultivates his mind but not his body. Now it is a great happy event to have a successor. Why do you have to look like a bitter melon? Fangzheng... When this little guy came to Hongyan Temple, the poor monk also saw him. But, a clever little fellow."

Everyone didn't expect that Zen Master Hongyan was not angry, but smiled, and looked at each other. Could it be a good thing if there is less incense?

At this moment, Wu Xin asked: "So the abbot and Fang Zheng still have a relationship, but it's also a fate."

Zen Master Hongyan nodded and said with a smile: "When the poor monk observed Fangzheng, the boy's eyes were rebellious like a naughty little monkey, so he said to Zen Master Yizhi: "Fangzheng is not suitable for becoming a monk, and has no destiny for Buddha. In the end, Zen master Yizhi said that he had a predestined relationship with the Buddha.

Now it seems that the poor monk has been mistaken. This little guy actually propped up the One Finger Temple, which is commendable. "

"Abbot, but, he took away our believers, incense." Wu Ming said.

Zen Master Hongyan shook his head and said: "Incense is for Buddha, where is it not? Bathing Buddha is to cleanse one's soul, not to add face to anyone. The villagers of Yizhi Village go to Yizhi Temple to bathe Buddha, or come to Hongyan Temple to bathe." Buddha, what's the difference? Wuming, you are too competitive, so remember not to have such ignorant thoughts in the future."

After finishing speaking, Zen Master Hongyan got up and said: "Let's leave it as it is. I called everyone here today to discuss the grand meeting in the next year..."

What Zen Master Hongyan said, Wuming could no longer hear him, he only felt his face was hot, and his heart was filled with shame and anger! He is the earliest enlightened disciple of Hongyan Temple to enter the temple. If he does well, he is likely to take over Hongyan Temple after Zen Master Hongyan resigns! What is Hongyan Temple? Although it is a small monastery, the annual incense money, government subsidies, and various donations... Wuming's eyes are a little red just thinking about it!