Therefore, Fangzheng and Jiang Zhou gathered together. Looking at the carefree Jiang Zhou, Fangzheng looked at the roof speechlessly. He thought bitterly, "I'm still young. How did I end up becoming an old man? Sob!"
After watching the military parade in the morning, Fangzheng returned to Mt. One Finger. As for Lone Wolf, Red Boy, Squirrel, and Monkey, who wished to play at the foot of the mountain, Fangzheng did not stop them.
He opened One Finger Monastery's door alone and walked in. He sat under the bodhi tree and looked up at it. Fangzheng felt like he was in a dream. He gently caressed the bodhi tree and whispered, "It's said that life is like a dream. This Penniless Monk's year was truly like a dream. If not for you remaining the same, This Penniless Monk would have pinched himself to see if he was in a dream. You came from the south and courted death by rooting yourself on Mt. One Finger. Now that you are alive, This Penniless Monk hopes that more miracles will happen to you. Amitabha. "
Unfortunately, the bodhi tree was a bodhi tree. This world was not suitable for cultivation. There were no demons or monsters, so the bodhi tree naturally could not respond to Fangzheng. Fangzheng was only venting his emotions. He shook his head and walked into the temple hall. He struck the wooden fish and began chanting the scriptures.
This was the first time in a long time that Fangzheng was the only one in One Finger Monastery. It was also the first time it was so quiet. As Fangzheng chanted the scriptures, he clearly sensed the cool breeze blowing through the courtyard. It rustled the bodhi tree's leaves and brushed past his ears.
It smelled fragrant …
Fangzheng's heart turned calmer and calmer. Finally, he forgot everything. There was only the scriptures and Dao in his heart. He had no self and no form. At the same time, everything he had done for the day replayed in his mind. His every action was verified with the Buddhist Dharma. He could see clearly what he had done right and what he had done wrong.
Fangzheng's heart palpitated. Was this seeing one's true nature?
He was alarmed as he jolted awake from that special state. Fangzheng could no longer find that feeling again. That was because …
"You, come here!" An angry shout came from outside the temple. Then, a man with a head of white hair, sallow skin, wearing a dark blue shirt, camouflage pants, and a pair of muddy rain boots angrily dragged a teenager to the entrance of the temple.
The man was furious, but there was more helplessness in the depths of his eyes.
Fangzheng walked out when he heard that and finally saw the boy behind the man. The boy was very thin and not tall. His hair was dyed with an indistinct yellow color. His eyes were filled with stubbornness and dissatisfaction as he struggled to escape the man's grasp.
"Amitabha. Patrons, what's the matter?" Fangzheng went forward.
"Venerable Fangzheng, we are here for you." The man's expression softened when he saw Fangzheng.
Fangzheng carefully sized up the man and found him more and more familiar. He appeared to be someone from a nearby village, but Fangzheng's impression of the man wasn't this old! Why did a man in his thirties look like he was in his fifties?
"Patron, are you Patron Liu Hongyun?" asked Fangzheng.
"It's me …" Liu Hongyun's face was bitter. This was not the first time someone had asked him this question. He had been asked this question too many times along the way.
Fangzheng was taken aback. It was the Liu Hongyun he was familiar with! Liu Hongyun was not from One Finger Village but from the neighboring village. Liu Hongyun was supposed to be thirty-eight this year, a man in his prime. But the Liu Hongyun in front of him looked like an old man in his fifties! The difference was just too great.
"Venerable Fangzheng, it's a long story." Liu Hongyun knew why Fangzheng was in a daze. He felt terrible but what else could he do?
"Amitabha. Patrons, come in and have a seat." Fangzheng made way and invited the two into the monastery. They sat down on the bamboo chairs under the bodhi tree.
Liu Hongyun's son, Liu Beijun, stopped struggling after entering the monastery. For some reason, he felt a lot more relaxed after entering. When he saw Fangzheng, his emotions completely calmed down. He sat down quietly with Liu Hongyun and lowered his head slightly. He did not look at anyone, so no one knew what was on his mind.
Fangzheng did not say a word as he waited quietly. He knew that since Liu Hongyun was here, he definitely had something to say.
Indeed, after a moment of silence, Liu Hongyun let out a long sigh. "Venerable Fangzheng, help me persuade my son. He doesn't wish to attend school anymore. Tell me … How can he not attend school? What can he do if he doesn't attend school? Do you farm like me? "
Liu Beijun said unhappily, "What's wrong with farming? Farming is better than school. What's so good about school? So many people attend school, but when they return, all of them end up living off their parents. "
"You … If you can't get into university, all you can do is farm!" said Liu Hongyun angrily.
"I think farming is pretty good. Look at my classmates. They have such a great life after they quit school. They ride motorcycles everywhere. Now, when they come to our school, everyone shows them some respect. Even the teachers eat with them. Isn't that better than school? "said Liu Beijun matter-of-factly.
"They are gangsters. What can you achieve by hanging out with them?" said Liu Hongyun.
"You are so impressive, but aren't you still farming? Since I'm not studying, nothing you say will change anything. All I want is to be free. I don't want to enter that cage again. It's useless no matter who you find! "Liu Beijun made it clear that he did not want to study and could do whatever he wanted.
Liu Hongyun was not good with words, so he was rendered speechless by Liu Beijun's retort. In his rage, he raised his palm to strike.
Fangzheng hurriedly held him back. "Amitabha. Patron, violence won't solve the problem."
"Hit! Hit! Always hit! Apart from hitting me, what else can you do? Other people's children can ride motorcycles to school, but I can only ride bicycles! Other people's children can buy tablets, but I can only use a diary! You don't have the ability, so why are you interfering with me? "Liu Beijun straightened his neck as he shouted with a flushed face.
"You … You! I'll f * * king beat you to death! " Liu Hongyun burned with rage. It was fine if Fangzheng acted this way at home, but to do it in front of others at the monastery was embarrassing! He could not afford to lose face!
Fangzheng hurriedly stopped him and tactfully told him to calm down. At the very least, he did not want to hit him. Hence he said, "Patron, the monastery isn't suitable for fighting."
Liu Hongyun nodded when he heard that. Then he pulled Liu Beijun out. "Alright, I'll hit him outside."
Fangzheng: "…"
After Fangzheng's persuasion, Liu Hongyun finally calmed down. He sat there angrily and said, "You should learn from Venerable Fangzheng and then look at yourself!"
Liu Beijun mumbled. "Fangzheng also dropped out of school midway."
Liu Hongyun was taken aback. He had been thinking of Fangzheng's accomplishments and had momentarily forgotten that Fangzheng was also a darn punk who dropped out of school midway! It appeared he had found the wrong reference …
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