Squirrel was unable to move the bell hammer. Eventually, Monkey took over the job. He stood up every morning to strike the bell and was obsessed with striking it. In his words, striking the bell in the morning calmed his restless heart. More importantly, many things that he couldn't figure out could be figured out while striking the bell.
After Fangzheng returned, he clearly sensed Monkey's changes. Standing there, he had the bearing of a monk. Despite having a monkey's face, he exuded the feeling of an accomplished monk. Therefore, Fangzheng decisively gave the position of striking the bell to Monkey. As for the fallen leaves? Fangzheng swept them first …
One day, Fangzheng woke up early and made a pot of Crystal Rice dumplings. Then, he wrapped them up and placed them together.
Red Boy came over and asked out of curiosity, "Master, what are you doing?"
"Gifts. Today is the birth of Yang Hua's child. He wants to celebrate. Since he invited us, we can't go empty-handed, right? "
"Is this a gift?" asked Red Boy.
Fangzheng nodded. "Yes, this is a gift. However, most people nowadays give money. We are poor, so we give dumplings. "
"Master, didn't you bring back a lot of money the last time you came back? There's nothing wrong with giving money, right? "asked Red Boy, perplexed.
Fangzheng shook his head. "It's not money."
"Why?" asked Red Boy.
Fangzheng smiled with a deeper meaning. "After we go down the mountain, see and listen for yourself."
"???" Red Boy, Monkey, Squirrel, and Lone Wolf were baffled.
After closing the monastery's door, Fangzheng led them down the mountain.
Before they reached the foot of the mountain, they heard the crackling of firecrackers. Firecrackers flew into the sky, and the sound ignited the entire village's atmosphere.
Just as they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw that nearly every house in the village was empty. Further away, they saw Yang Hua's yard. The door was wide open, and a table was placed on the road from the yard. As it was summer, the vegetable fields were filled with vegetables, so there was no way to set up a table. If it were winter, the vegetable fields and greenhouses were the favorite places for banquets in the countryside. Now, they could only occupy the road and neighbors' yards.
However, that was no longer important. One Finger Village was a traffic jam to begin with. Few outsiders came, and there were few cars. Yang Hua's house was not on the main road either. It was fine as long as the villagers did not say anything.
Fangzheng's arrival immediately attracted everyone's attention. They greeted him, and Fangzheng responded to them one by one.
However, Fangzheng did not see Yang Hua. It was unknown where he had gone. Instead, Du Mei was sitting by the window, shouting from afar, "Fangzheng! "Fangzheng! You finally came to see Auntie. Come over and let me knock on your bald head!"
This voice instantly pulled Fangzheng back to his childhood. Back then, the person who struck his head the most was Du Mei …
Of course, Du Mei was just saying it. Fangzheng was already abbot, and he was being praised in all aspects. How could she have the nerve to attack him? "Yang Yang" to "Fang" and "Du" and Fang, Du "Du" to. and Day. Fang, Fang, it. out, "Fu, it out. out. I heard that a lot of them are produced abroad. They taste really good. "
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"Pa!" Fangzheng felt a slap on the head.
Du Mei said fiercely, "What are you giving me? You can keep it for yourself! "Although she said so, Du Mei still accepted it happily.
Fangzheng smiled bitterly in exasperation. He was truly … helpless against Du Mei!
In the courtyard, a large group of children ran here and there, running all over the place. Only then did Fangzheng recall. "Patron Du, where's your baby?"
"Sleeping. He's like his father. He's the reincarnation of a piglet. He sleeps after eating his fill," Du Mei said fiercely, but her eyes were filled with love.
Fangzheng entered the house and saw a cradle hanging from the roof beam. Such cradles were very rare nowadays. Many people no longer used them. When Fangzheng was young, there were quite a number of such cradles.
"Master, what's this?" Red Boy asked impatiently when he was pushed over by Lone Wolf. Clearly, Lone Wolf was curious and was asking him questions.
"This is a cradle. In the past, when ethnic minorities went hunting, it was inconvenient for them to bring their children with them. Therefore, they used such a thing to store the child in and hang it on a tree. This way, they could easily hunt and did not have to worry about wild beasts snatching the child away. Later, with the development of society, this custom was preserved. It is no longer hung outside but inside the house. Firstly, it prevents wild beasts from harming the child. Secondly, the rocking of the cradle brings about a gust of wind, making it more comfortable for the child to sleep. Thirdly, as it is constantly moving, it can chase away mosquitoes. Fourthly, it can mimic the actions of an adult rocking the child, allowing the child to sleep more soundly. "
Just as he said that, Lone Wolf stood up and looked down at the child in the cradle. He had a look of disdain, as though he was saying, "To guard against wild beasts, I can do it just by standing up, alright?"
Fangzheng slapped the silly dog down. Didn't he see Du Mei reach for the feather duster the moment he stood up? Fangzheng knew that he was harmless, but the villagers did not believe that he knew everything and wouldn't harm the child.
Squirrel scurried up the cradle and patted his chest, as though he could do the same.
Fangzheng couldn't be bothered with the clowns. He carefully looked at the little guy in the cradle. He was fair and plump, and his eyes were closed as he slept soundly. It was unknown what he was dreaming of, but his mouth was pouting into a tiny dot. He looked extremely adorable.
Fangzheng gently caressed the little guy's face and silently said, "Amitabha. May Buddha bless you with a life of peace."
"Ding! Are you sure you want to give this child your blessings? Each blessing costs a hundred merit points, "the System suddenly exclaimed.
Fangzheng was stunned. "What? I … I can still give blessings? You are even deducting merit? "
"You are now filled with merit, and you are augmented by the monastery, divine powers, and me. Would you believe me if I said you were an ordinary monk? Your blessings come with merit augmentation. In the future, if the child encounters any obstacles, he will naturally be augmented by merit. His life will be in no danger. Of course, if he were to grow up and commit atrocities, he would be plagued by negative karma, negating your merit. Your blessings would then be useless, "said the System.
Fangzheng said, "Then I'll give him my blessings." Although the loss of a hundred merit points was a little painful, Du Mei and her husband had indeed treated him well. People had to be grateful. Although merit was precious, it was not as valuable as favors.
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