Elder Yu waved his hand and said, "Go on. Keep an eye on that monastery. As long as Fangzheng continues doing good and accumulating merit, open the door for them. Let the world see that our China has a broad and tolerant heart. We can accept and accept everything. At the same time, our culture is extensive and profound. Not only is there something to see, there's also a living Buddha … "
He added a special tone to the last two words, "Living Buddha," with a bit of cheerfulness, as if he was telling a joke.
The middle-aged man was also amused as he bade farewell and left.
After the man left, Elder Yu rapped the table and said, "Qing 'er, are you satisfied now?"
An elegant voice sounded from the room beside him. "If he didn't do well, would This Penniless Priest be able to influence you?"
"Haha … Qing 'er, this isn't like you. You didn't know how to coax me in the past," Elder Yu said with a laugh.
The elegant voice sounded again. "He once said: Be it Buddhism or Daoism, what we are fighting for isn't gold or silver, but the demons in people's hearts. Leading people to do good is the goal of our existence … This Penniless Priest will be returning tomorrow. This Penniless Priest has made some pastries outside. Try them. "
With that said, a series of footsteps left.
When Elder Yu heard that, he sighed. "Are you still unwilling to return home?"
"It's peaceful on the mountain. Why would I return?" The voice had already turned ethereal.
Elder Yu shook his head and pressed. "Are you in love? Aren't you secluded from the world and not caring about anything? "
Unfortunately, the other party was silent.
Helpless, Elder Yu walked next door and saw a huge piece of Xuan paper on the table. On it were the words: "Daoist descends the mountain only for justice."
Elder Yu said with a bitter smile, "Indeed, you know me best. Forget it. Who cares if it's because of karma, friendship, or justice. Children have their own blessings. Why should I care so much? "
Shaking his head, Elder Yu left.
However, a decree had also been passed down.
Almost that day, all the discussions regarding Fangzheng vanished from the news and the Internet.
Everyone discussed it in the beginning, but over time, they forgot about it and chatted less. Finally, the news on the Internet was replaced by other news. The monastery on Mt. One Finger and the monk in One Finger Monastery were like ephemeral myths that only circulated in the streets.
However, One Finger Monastery's incense offerings continued to flourish.
"Master, there's no news about us anymore," Red Boy said unhappily as he waved his cell phone.
Fangzheng smiled and said, "I understand."
"Uh, Master, aren't you angry? Someone is cutting off our path to riches, "Red Boy said.
Fangzheng shook his head. "Someone is helping us."
"Master, are you sick? Master, are you having a fever? "Red Boy came over and touched Fangzheng's head.
Fangzheng smiled. "That's something you don't understand. As the saying goes, when things reach an extreme, they reverse themselves. No matter how beautiful a matter is, once it receives too much attention, there will be different opinions. "This is on. This is. this is Yu and," Dao "in" in "on. "Fang" Dao, in Master. "In," "" Dao, "Earth", "Dao" is... and.. " "Once you are discussed, it's impossible for everyone to say good things about you. When enough good things are said, people will want to hear bad things. "This way, a good thing will be said to be bad sooner or later. Someone helped us suppress the media at our peak, stopping us at our peak. This is helping us, not suppressing us."
"There's such a thing?" Red Boy stroked his chin and recalled the news he had seen in the past. He was surprised to discover that it was true!
At that moment, Monkey ran over and waved his arms. "Master, a letter from Vietnam!"
Fangzheng was taken aback. A letter from another country? Did he have relatives from other countries? He didn't seem to have any!
Fangzheng took it over and indeed, the address was Vietnam's Dharma Temple. Fangzheng was even more puzzled when he saw this. It was too strange for a foreign monastery to write a letter to him.
When he opened the envelope, there was an invitation with a golden Buddha hall printed on it. On it were the words: Southeast Asia Buddhist Forum Invitation!
When he opened the invitation, it was written: "Honorable One Finger Monastery's Abbot, Venerable Fangzheng, Southeast Asia Buddhist Forum Conference." It will be held at Vietnam's Dharma Temple on January 25th, 20XX (to avoid conflict, no specific year will be written) …
There was a long string of official language that Fangzheng didn't quite understand. Finally, it was signed by the Southeast Asia Buddhist Forum Conference Management Committee, time, date, and specific address.
After Fangzheng finished reading it, he stuffed the invitation into Red Boy's hands. "Throw it away!"
Red Boy was taken aback as he asked, "Master, we're throwing it away just like that? This is an invitation from them after all. You just need to say a word. Why are you throwing it away? "
Fangzheng rolled his eyes. "What do you think your master has to be invited by an international conference?"
"Master, things are different now. Today, you are definitely qualified! A living Buddha! You're like the sun at high noon! "Red Boy said.
Fangzheng shook his head. "Look at the time this letter was sent. It was a week ago! Were we that famous a week ago? "
Red Boy was speechless.
Although Fangzheng was impressive now, not many people knew of him a week ago. Even if he had stirred up some trouble, in this era of information explosion, it was easy for people to see him and forget him. Nothing could be remembered forever. This was because there was just too much fresh news. There were so many people that they didn't have the time to remember all the news. Therefore, even those famous celebrities had to find something to stir up. Today, they would pull their eyelids, tomorrow, they would have plastic surgery. Today, they would show off their love, tomorrow, they would get a divorce. Today, they would laugh, tomorrow, they would have sex …
Apart from the country's leaders, basically, if one wanted to leave a name, they had to constantly be on the news.
Therefore, although Fangzheng seemed to be quite popular in the past, his influence and fame were actually limited … If there wasn't any big news later on, he would be forgotten.
And the influence of this kind of hot news was far inferior to the influence that Abbot Bai Yun and the others had accumulated over the years. They had worked hard in the industry step by step. Their names were real names that had been left in the annals of history. Fangzheng's name was nothing more than a fleeting cloud. Once it soared into the sky, it would dissipate with a gust of wind.
Therefore, it was quite baffling for such an international conference to find Fangzheng.
Therefore, Red Boy asked, "Master, do you mean that this thing is a trick of a swindler?"
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