Fangzheng looked at the little girl and nodded with a smile. "Of course. Thank you, Young Patron. Young Patron, can you help This Penniless Monk take care of this pitiful little guy? "
The little girl nodded happily. "Yes, alright."
When Fangzheng handed Squirrel to the little girl, he whispered into Squirrel's ear. "Your mission is to play with them and bring them joy. It is also merit. If you do well, you will get an extra for dinner. "
Squirrel was originally a little unwilling. Although he wasn't big in size, he was a squirrel with lofty aspirations! How could he let a child take care of him? He still needed to use his sharp teeth to harvest the paddy. But when he heard the latter half of the sentence, it seemed like he was the one taking care of the child. Furthermore, it was considered credit and he could get an extra meal! The little guy immediately forgot his lofty aspirations.
The next moment, the little girl carefully took Squirrel. She did not mind Squirrel's stench as she carried him to the side of the tent.
Before leaving, Squirrel rolled his eyes at Fangzheng. Fangzheng had lifted him up by the tail! His master wasn't as gentle as the little patron! He looked down on him …
When they reached the side of the tent, the little girl poured water on Squirrel and washed the mud off his body. The little boy squatted by the side and giggled foolishly at Squirrel's adorable look. Not long after, Squirrel was cleaned. He shook his body vigorously and shook off his fur. In the end, he splashed water all over the two children, causing them to laugh like silver bells.
This was what children were like. They might cry because of fatigue, sleepiness, or hunger, but they could also let go of all their worries and laugh happily over a very small matter.
Upon seeing the two children laugh, Squirrel shook his body even more vigorously as though he was having a spasm. His efforts were rewarded. Naturally, the two children's laughter grew louder. Following that, Squirrel ran and brought the two children to a ridge by the side of the field. As he ran, he laughed. The hardships of life had left the two children at that moment …
Fangzheng smiled inwardly when he saw this scene.
Upon hearing the children's laughter, Zhou Zishan, Shen Aijia, and company laughed as well. Their laughter was very simple and pure. They were happy because the children were happy. It was as though their work was not that tiring.
"Master, what are we doing?" asked Red Boy.
"I'll give you a mission."
"What mission?" Red Boy asked.
"Ride Jingfa back to the village and get me three sickles," said Fangzheng.
Red Boy's eyes lit up. He immediately mounted the dog and shouted, "Let's go, Husky!"
"I'm a wolf!" Lone Wolf rolled his eyes angrily, but he still ran away with his long legs.
Not long after, Red Boy returned with a sickle in each hand and Lone Wolf with a sickle in his mouth.
In the distance, Zhou Zishan, whose back was aching a little, stood up to catch his breath. When he turned his head, he saw the monks who were originally standing on the shore like supervisors, dressed in snow-white robes, as if they had descended from the mortal world, actually brandishing their sickles … That scene really made him a little stunned!
The feeling Fangzheng gave Zhou Zishan was that he was a bright and clean big boy. He had only seen such a big boy on television. He was the kind of person who came from a rich and powerful family, the kind that stood high above the masses. He might sympathize with them, but that was all. In fact, Zhou Zishan was already very satisfied with Fangzheng's kindness.
As for Wang Yougui's departure and Fangzheng's stay, he only believed that Fangzheng was there as a supervisor and was worried about wheat hands who came from outside.
Now that he saw Fangzheng holding a sickle, he could not help but shake his head. "How can a rich kid like him, a flower from a monastery, use a sickle?"
At that moment, there was a commotion from afar. Following that, the combined harvester was about to enter the field. On the vehicle, Yang Ping shouted with a loudspeaker, "Abbot Fangzheng, the big guy from our village is here. Do you need help with the Light Consecration?"
Fangzheng rolled his eyes. Light Consecration? Did they really think it was that easy? Did monks just need to recite some scriptures and it would be over?
Fangzheng wasn't sure what Light Consecration was in the past, so he had asked Zen Master One Finger.
Zen Master One Finger smiled as he tapped Fangzheng's glabella. "What kind of Light Consecration are you talking about?"
"Of course it's after Light Consecration. The kind that can augment one's divine powers and protect one's body with Buddhistic light," said Fangzheng matter-of-factly.
"Child, who did you hear this nonsense from?" Zen Master One Finger said with a smile.
Fangzheng said, "That's what they say on television and in novels."
Zen Master One Finger shook his head and said, "That's just misinformation. There are only a few types of Light Consecration that I know of. One is the Light Consecration that scams people of their money. By reciting a line of scriptures and doing a useless Dharma gesture, it's considered Light Consecration. The other type is when an accomplished monk holds an item that you are about to consecrate and gives you a line of Zen. If you understand it, it's Light Consecration. If you don't, it's just a thought. The Light Consecration here isn't an item but a person. Awakening a person is far more valuable than awakening an inanimate object. The last type is when an accomplished monk really consecrates an item. That's when he meets a simple-minded and adorable believer. He will recite the scriptures and perform Dharma rituals to augment the item. However, the augmentation here doesn't actually augment anything. It just goes through the hands of an accomplished monk. "
Fangzheng was taken aback. "Ah? Then isn't the last type a cheat? "
Zen Master One Finger shook his head and said, "It's not the same. To receive an accomplished monk's Light Consecration, firstly, it doesn't take money. Furthermore, if one's heart isn't sincere, it's impossible to obtain it. It's very rare. Secondly, devout believers trust accomplished monks. If an accomplished monk says that the item will bring you luck and good luck, it will keep you away from bad luck and clear away your worries. Believers also believe in it! Humans are such strange creatures. When they believe in you, they will believe that they will have good luck with such an item. They will also pay more attention to the things around them, especially good things. In the past, when a friend gave you a pen, you would be careless and not take it seriously. But with such an object, you would notice the gesture and think that it was the object that brought you good luck. You got a pen, and you had a good friend. The more you pay attention to such matters, the better your mood. A good mood naturally makes it easier and more motivating to do things. Life is easy and with motivation, as long as the direction you work hard in isn't wrong, you will naturally be promoted and have good luck. This looks like a masterpiece of an accomplished monk's Light Consecration, but in fact, it's just a person learning to look at the world from a different angle. Just as I showed you before, when you don't look at the shadows but at the sunlight, the world will become more beautiful. "
Fangzheng stroked his chin and mumbled. "So that's how it is. It's no wonder there are so few accomplished monks."
Zen Master One Finger nodded slightly. His prodigal disciple had finally been enlightened.
Fangzheng continued. "Accomplished monks don't accept money because they are so poor that they starved to death. Master, is that the reason why we are poor?"
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