"Do you want to receive it now?" asked the System.
"Wait a while." Fangzheng could not conjure a book out of thin air in front of so many people.
Huang Xinghua and Huang Zhenhua were stunned when they saw Fangzheng come out of the ward. They had no idea why Fangzheng was standing in the ward. He had been standing there the entire time … Was he sick?
Fangzheng pressed his palms together and said to the quartet, "Amitabha. Patrons, This Penniless Monk bids you farewell."
Huang Zhenhua yearned for the mysterious fellow to leave quickly. Huang Xinghua was about the same. After exchanging a few polite words, Fangzheng left with Red Boy.
It was already late at night when they returned to One Finger Monastery. However, Lone Wolf, Monkey, and Squirrel collectively suffered from insomnia that night. They sat in the yard and looked up at the roof, their faces filled with grief and indignation!
On the roof, a child wearing a tiny dudou looked up into the sky and sang at the top of his lungs, "Nine one eight! Nine one eight … "
"Is Fourth Junior Brother mad?"
"Perhaps."
"Fourth Junior Brother is such a ferocious fellow. He ended up like this after going out with Master once. Are we still going out with him? "
"I'm a little worried …"
"Wouldn't it be a little embarrassing if Junior Brother didn't go out?"
"It's better than being mad, right?"
…
As for Fangzheng, he ignored Red Boy's wailing. At that moment in time, he was sleeping like a dead pig. To enter so many people's dreams without being in the monastery was extremely draining. His mind was groggy as he immediately fell asleep in bed. In his dream, Fangzheng seemed to hear someone singing "My Home Is on the Songhua River". He also seemed to see Chen Dashan and Liu Fangfang …
The next day, the first thing Fangzheng did when he woke up was …
"System, where's my scripture? Quickly give it to me. I haven't touched a complete scripture before! "Fangzheng hurriedly exclaimed.
The next moment, a thick yellow scripture book landed in Fangzheng's hand. Fangzheng weighed it in his hand and found it rather heavy! On it, there were a few large words written in the Dragon Buddha script, "Diamond Sutra"!
Just three words suffused a faint Buddhist charm. Just one look made one feel a lot better. As he slowly flipped it open, a faint book fragrance wafted out. Fangzheng greedily inhaled it. All this time, he had always yearned for a few scriptures that belonged to him. Now that his wish had been fulfilled, there was only one word left in his heart — awesome!
"Thus I have heard. For a time, the Buddha planted a garden of solitude in the country of Shetra, along with 1,250 monks. At that time, when the Revered One of the World was eating, he put on his clothes and held a bowl, entering the city to beg for food. In the city, he returned to his original place. After the meal, put away the mantle, wash your feet, and sit down … "
Fangzheng recited silently. Unknowingly, he had finished reciting the entire scripture. When he raised his head, he heard the rumbling sound. He reluctantly put down the Buddhist scripture, stretched his back, and went out to eat.
Red Boy had already prepared breakfast. Monkey and Squirrel had worked together to clean the temple hall. Now, Monkey was sweeping the yard.
After breakfast, Fangzheng suddenly realized that ever since he had these disciples, he had less to do.
At this moment, a child wearing a red dudou flashed past him.
Fangzheng suddenly thought of something as he shouted, "Jingxin!"
Red Boy carried a bucket and turned his head to ask, "Master, what's wrong?"
Fangzheng smiled. "Didn't we talk about haircuts the last time?"
Red Boy ran the moment he heard that. In a blink of an eye, he rushed out of the monastery and shouted from afar, "Master, you remembered wrong. No, absolutely not!"
Fangzheng looked at Red Boy's back and shook his head in exasperation. "Why is this child so protective of his head? Isn't it good to be bald? At least it's convenient to wash your hair! "
Fangzheng walked into the temple hall with the Diamond Sutra and sat in front of the huge wooden fish. He began striking it as Fangzheng calmed his mind to study the Diamond Sutra. Every time he read it, he gained new insights. He felt his mind clear up and his mind clear up. He felt a lot more comfortable.
On a new day, Fangzheng's days became relaxed once again. He recited the scriptures and walked the wolf. He felt relaxed but soon, he could no longer feel at ease.
"Master, the situation doesn't look good." Red Boy placed two empty buckets in front of Fangzheng.
"Why isn't there any water?"
Red Boy looked up into the sky. "I don't know either. Perhaps it hasn't rained in a long time. Anyway, the spring isn't producing any water. What do we do? "
Fangzheng frowned. The spring on Mt. One Finger's mountainside had water all year round. It had never stopped all these years. Why was there no water this year?
"I'll go take a look."
With that said, Fangzheng rushed to the mountainside. The spring on Mt. One Finger's mountainside was Fangzheng's main source of water. If it stopped, it would be no trivial matter. If he wanted to fetch water in the future, he would probably have to go down the mountain. However, that was not what Fangzheng was worried about. Instead, he was worried about the terrifying signal that the spring would bring if it dried up! He looked up into the sky where the sun hung high in the sky. The sun was getting higher by the day, and the sunlight was getting more intense each day. The clear sky did not have a single cloud. He did not think much of it in the past, but now, Fangzheng felt that the days were a little abnormal. It had been almost a month since it rained!
Fangzheng went straight for Wang Yougui's house. The moment he entered, he caught the fragrance of watermelon.
"Fangzheng, why are you here? You came at the right time. Quick, have some watermelon! " Wang Yougui was bare-chested as he sat cross-legged on the stove. There was a plate of watermelon on the table, and opposite him was Tan Juguo. Tan Juguo had one leg under the stove, and in his hand was a huge tobacco pipe. He was puffing on it. Near the window, Yang Ping was sitting there. He was slumped over the table, writing something. There was a calculator beside him.
Upon seeing Fangzheng come, everyone looked up and greeted him.
Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. Patrons, This Penniless Monk is here for a reason."
"Eating watermelon won't delay anything. Quickly sit down," said Tan Juguo.
Fangzheng did not stand on ceremony. He went straight to the stove and sat beside Yang Ping.
"Abbot Fangzheng, did something happen on your mountain?" asked Yang Ping out of curiosity.
"Sigh, This Penniless Monk's One Finger Spring has dried up," said Fangzheng in distress.
"What!?" Tan Juguo exclaimed as he slammed the tobacco pipe on the table.
Wang Yougui asked solemnly, "Really? When did this happen? "
"This Penniless Monk does not know the exact time either. This Penniless Monk only discovered it when I went down the mountain to draw water today. Patrons, why are you so agitated? "
Wang Yougui said with a wry smile, "A few of the motorized wells have been unable to draw water recently. I thought it was a trivial matter, but I never expected that even the One Finger Spring, which has water all year round, has stopped producing water. From the looks of it, there is a huge problem. "
Fangzheng was taken aback. "The motorized wells can't even draw water?"
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