Chapter 15 Serious Nonsense 【Please Collect and Recommend Tickets】

"Fangzheng, don't mess with these mysterious things, just tell me, how did you renovate this temple? Where did you get the money for the renovation?" Yang Ping was an accountant, so he naturally knew how poor Yizhi Temple was. It's like this, and I know that the renovation of this temple should cost a lot of money. He also knew that Fang was a poor student with no money. Monk Yizhi was even poorer in order to provide for Fangzheng to study. The sudden renovation of this temple always felt abnormal to him.

Wang Yougui also said: "Fangzheng, you have to make this matter clear. Uncle is not greedy for anything from you, it's just that your matter is too strange. I'm afraid that someone will play tricks on you."

Tan Juguo didn't say anything, the worry in his eyes already showed it.

Only then did Fangzheng smile and said: "Accountant Yang, Uncle Wang, and Grandpa Tan, you are overthinking. I have to thank you for this."

"Thank us?" The three were dumbfounded.

Fangzheng looked at Yang Ping and said, "A few days ago, Brother Yang sent me the documents from the government. I also became the abbot of One Finger Temple. On that day, I saw the Buddha in my dream, and the Buddha said that I was ten Good people in the world, this life can satisfy a reasonable wish of mine.

I said, I want to revive Mr. Yizhi. The Buddha refused, saying that the old man had gone to the west to become a Buddha and could not be reborn in the world.

As soon as I heard that my old man has become a Buddha, then I definitely can't drag him back and suffer again. So I changed my request and asked the Buddha to help me repair the temple, but the Buddha asked me to clean the temple and repair it for me if the cleaning is good. I cleaned the monastery the next day and it was spotless. Unexpectedly, the Buddha really appeared, and under the jingle, the temple looked like this. "

Fangzheng said both true and false, he just changed the system to Buddha, hiding some things. Not really a lie...

At least the system didn't jump out to punish him, so he was relieved.

Hearing what Fangzheng said, Yang Ping, Wang Yougui, and Tan Juguo looked at each other in blank dismay. It's a bit ridiculous to say that they believe it. Since the reform and opening up, they have long stopped believing in these superstitious things. If you don't believe it, such a big change in three or two days is simply not something human can do, and it doesn't make sense with common sense!

In the end, the three of them acquiesced to Fang Zheng's rhetoric, and there was no better rhetoric anyway.

Tan Juguo said: "Fangzheng, it's good for you to know this matter yourself, don't tell the outside world. If someone asks, you just say that the village paid for the repairs for you, and I will help you solve the rest."

Yang Ping said with a flat mouth: "Secretary Tan, what age is it? Ghosts and gods are untrustworthy, but the Buddha allows them to be believed. Although I firmly believe in materialism, I don't object to other people's beliefs."

"What a mess." Wang Yougui glared at Yang Ping, then changed the subject and said, "Fangzheng, what delicious food do you cook in the back kitchen? Why is it so delicious?"

Fangzheng smiled and said: "This is me..." Speaking of this, Fangzheng was stunned for a moment, it seemed that he couldn't keep my own now, so he changed his words: "This is the rice planted by the poor monk himself."

"Hehe... you little guy, you've also started to talk like a monk. Okay, you are the host now, as it should be. What, give me a bowl of your rice, and I'll try it." Wang Yougui scolded with a smile.

After Wang Yougui finished speaking, he had already opened his posture, waiting to eat.

Yang Ping hurriedly said: "There's me too, I want to eat too! By the way, give Uncle Tan a bowl too!"

The three of them looked at Fangzheng with fiery eyes. There was no way, the aroma of the rice was so enticing.

However, Fangzheng shook his head slightly and said, "No."

"What?" Wang Yougui became anxious, and shouted, "Fangzheng, what's the relationship between us? You lived in our house when you were in school, didn't you eat less? You ate a lot of such a big bowl, but now Can I eat a bowl of rice from you?"

Yang Ping was also upset, he hummed and said, "It's fine if I don't eat. Uncle Tan did a lot to help you back then, even if I eat a bowl of rice from you?"

After thinking for a while, Fangzheng pointed to the temple and said, "Everyone, don't get excited. Take a look at my temple. Is it different from other big temples?"

Yang Ping looked at it for a long time, but didn't see why, he shook his head and said, "It's not different, isn't it just worshiping Bodhisattva?"

Tan Juguo suddenly said: "You kid, I thought you could be more tactful after going to school, why are you as stubborn as that old monk? Really, I didn't learn it, optics..." Although Tan Juguo She was scolding, but she was laughing and scolding, obviously not angry.

"Uncle Tan, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Yang Ping asked.

Tan Juguo said: "This temple is a small temple. Wei Tuo at the entrance of the main hall is holding a magic pestle with both hands. He is telling us that his temple is too small and he doesn't care about food and accommodation. This is a rule, and he can't break it. Back then, the monk with one finger was Refusing anyone to stay overnight has offended a lot of people.”

Hearing this, Wang Yougui said earnestly, "Fangzheng, it's important to be principled, but you also need to be more flexible. You want to develop this temple. In today's society, you can't be flexible."

Fangzheng clasped his hands together, saluted and said: "Amitabha, thank you, Uncle Wang, for your teaching. However, since a poor monk has entered the Buddhist school, he should abide by the Buddhist rules, how can he go overboard casually?"

Yang Ping said impatiently: "After talking so much, why don't you give me food? If you don't give me food, I'll just let it go!" Yang Ping was really hungry. He didn't eat in the morning, so he followed the mountain climbing , and now smelling such a delicious smell, the glutton in his stomach is about to rebel and occupy the high ground of his brain.

Wang Yougui looked at Fangzheng eagerly, Tan Juguo didn't say anything, but the meaning was very clear, he wanted to eat too!

Fangzheng smiled wryly, and asked a systematic question silently: "How about repaying yesterday's kindness today?"

"Tomorrow's cause, today's result, if you don't repay, you will have karma, if you repay, you will break the cause and effect."

Fangzheng understood it, and smiled slightly: "In that case, let's make an agreement. Today's meal is considered kind to me, and you can eat it, but you can't come to find it again in the future, otherwise I will really break the rules. Of course , If the temple expands and can accommodate, several uncles are willing to come, and the poor monk will sweep the couch to welcome them."

"It's almost the same, don't say so much, hurry up and serve the meal!" Wang Yougui smiled happily.

Only then did Fangzheng turn around and enter the kitchen. At this time, the meal was just ready.

Lifting the lid of the pot, white hot air steamed up, and along with the aroma of the rice spread, the original light aroma became intense, as if there was sugar in the air, and it smelled sweet!

Everyone subconsciously swallowed their saliva, stretched their necks to look inside, and couldn't wait any longer.

Only then did Fangzheng realize sadly that he only cooked for one person! How is this divided?

Wang Yougui saw that Fang was in a daze, so he urged: "Fangzheng, what are you doing? Hurry up, uncle is going to die of hunger!"