When Hua Luo and company saw this, they did not give up and shouted a few more times. All they heard was Fangzheng's calm voice. "Patrons, please return. If you wish to eat it, please wake up early next year."
Helpless, everyone could only seek Wang Yougui's help.
Hua Luo said, "Village Chief, we are old acquaintances. We have helped your village quite a bit. Do you think … we should …"
Wang Yougui said with a bitter smile, "You don't know Fangzheng's temper. He's a man of his word. If he says there's none, there's definitely none. Alright, on account of our good relationship, I'll go back and discuss with the others. I'll give you some. "
Hua Luo did not have any hopes of getting more dumplings, so when Wang Yougui said that, he immediately beamed and agreed.
Therefore, the group went down the mountain in a grandiose manner. Wang Yougui still had some authority in the village. With a word, the villagers were not stingy. Every household took out a few dumplings, allowing the tourists to eat one each. Those who had eaten previously were naturally carefully stored away and slowly tasted when they returned. As for those who had not eaten it, they eagerly tasted it. They were curious as to how delicious the dumplings were. Why were these people so determined to wait an entire day on the mountain?
But they regretted it the moment they ate it.
"Aiyah, it's all gone. What are we to do if we want more in the future?"
"I'm regretting it. If I had known, I would have eaten half a mouthful."
"I clearly only wanted to eat a little. Why couldn't I hold back …"
…
And the person who felt the most regret was the woman who first said that there was something wrong with Fangzheng's dumplings. If not for her big mouth, she would have eaten a few by now … How regretful!
Regardless of how everyone grumbled, the villagers had already worked hard. Furthermore, they had indeed eaten delicious food without spending any money! Regardless of how unhappy they were, they felt good as they drove back. However, he silently remembered One Finger Monastery. He remembered this day. On this day next year, they would come at one o 'clock, and they would come early!
At the same time, all sorts of photos of One Finger Monastery and the bamboo forest were spread. Having received benefits from the villagers, everyone naturally tried their best to brag for One Finger Village. They also spread the stories that the villagers had said. Among them, the most miraculous was Yang Hua's prayer for a child.
One Finger Monastery once again became the topic of conversation after meals. The news of One Finger Monastery's efficacy also reached the ears of a man who was eating a bun. The man looked up and thought for a moment before putting away the remaining half of the bun.
A new day had arrived, and yesterday's storm had also dissipated.
The sun had not yet risen from the horizon, but the sky was already bright. Ever since Red Boy explained what the rooster was crowing about, Fangzheng decisively set an alarm and stopped listening to the rooster's crowing. He had a nagging feeling that the crowing was filled with pain.
After cleaning the temple hall and eating breakfast, Fangzheng calmly opened the door. He was surprised to see two people standing by the door!
It was a man in black pants and a grey shirt. Even in such a hot day, the man was still wearing long sleeves that were rolled up as if they were short sleeves. Beside him stood a little girl who was hugging a furry rabbit that had lost one ear. The little girl was wearing yellow clothes and red cropped pants. She stood next to the man with a bit of fear and nervousness as she held onto the man's hand. When he saw Fangzheng come out, he immediately hid behind the man.
The man's sideburns were somewhat white. He did not look very old, but his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life.
Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. Patrons, good morning."
The man tried his best to squeeze out a smile. "Venerable One, good morning."
"Amitabha. Patron, please come on in." People who came to the monastery were only there to pray to Buddha, so Fangzheng naturally invited them in.
However, what surprised Fangzheng was that the man did not walk in. Instead, he hesitated for a moment before asking Fangzheng, "Abbot, may I ask if this … is really efficacious?"
"Efficacious if you are sincere." Fangzheng had seen such questions many times, so he casually answered.
The man nodded and led the little girl into the monastery. He saw a lush bodhi tree in front of him. The Buddhist Dharma that came from the plaque also calmed his vexed heart. The little girl was also no longer afraid. She even secretly smiled at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng returned with a smile.
The man led the little girl to the temple hall's entrance. When he saw the plaque, a look of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
Fangzheng said softly, "High incense and ordinary incense are only different in appearance. Whether one is sincere or not has nothing to do with incense offerings. Once the heart is there, it will be there. "
The man heaved a sigh of relief and gave Fangzheng a grateful look. He led the little girl into the temple hall and whispered, "Do whatever Daddy does. Understand?"
"Okay." The little girl nodded obediently. Then, the man offered the incense and knelt down with the little girl, silently praying. After that, he led the little girl out of the temple hall and asked Fangzheng, "Venerable One, may I know if the monastery opens at this time every day?"
Fangzheng said, "The opening time every day is not fixed."
"Then … Can it be earlier?" the man hesitated for a moment before asking.
Fangzheng was taken aback before he smiled. "Of course. Patron, what time do you wish to open?"
"How about six?" asked the man.
Fangzheng was surprised. That early? Although the days in the northeast grew longer after winter, with the sky brightening earlier and darkening later, six was still a little early. Fangzheng nodded when he saw the troubled look in the man's eyes. "Sure." "Thank you, Venerable One." The man heaved a sigh of relief and left with the girl.
"Thank you, Master." The man heaved a sigh of relief and left with the girl.
Looking at their backs, Fangzheng silently activated his Heavenly Eye, but nothing happened to them. He activated his [Divine Vision], but he couldn't see anything …
Fangzheng shook his head slightly and thought nothing of it.
For the past few days, Red Boy would go out at night to make the rain fall. The few drought-stricken villages nearby needed rain as well. Under the pretext that he was tired from casting spells, he stopped doing any work and slept until he woke up naturally every day. His days were extremely comfortable. With regards to this, Fangzheng ignored him. Instead, he placed many water containers in the yard. He collected the rainwater and poured it into the Buddha Vat. It tasted exactly the same.
After half a month of continuous rainfall, coupled with the fact that the villagers had taken the initiative to shut down the motorized well, the sandy soil here had also helped a lot. The rainwater quickly seeped down, and the groundwater had also accumulated. Now, the One Finger Spring was producing water again, but the water flow was not large.
Thankfully, the villagers were paying more attention to environmental protection. The original river course of One Finger Spring had been cleared by them and merged with the stream left behind by the Mt. Tongtian mountain. It could be considered a tiny scenic spot.
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