Chapter 18 Burning Incense and Worshiping Buddha 【For Collection】

Yang Hua asked suspiciously: "Really? One Finger Temple has been rebuilt? The money from the village?"

"I don't know who paid for it, but it was really refurbished. I guess some big money donated it up the mountain..." Yang Ping quickly changed the topic and continued to brag about One Finger Temple.

Yang Hua was also in a mess at this moment, a dead horse was treated as a living horse doctor, so he listened. After dinner, he went home to talk to his wife.

One day passed quickly, and the next morning, Fangzheng got up early, cooked a pot of crystal rice, and ate it with great enjoyment.

If it weren't for the temptation of crystal rice, Fangzheng wouldn't be able to get up so early, but after eating the taste of crystal rice, he would have to eat it when the time came, and he would never procrastinate.

However, Fangzheng was very upset that the lone wolf, who usually went out early to find food, didn't go out, and squatted in the kitchen to watch. As soon as the rice came out of the pot, he stuck out his tongue and looked at Fang Zheng eagerly. If Fangzheng ignored him, he would still be able to flick his tongue, and the saliva would fly around... So Fangzheng had to share his food in order to send this ancestor away.

After eating, Fangzheng continued to clean the Buddhist hall, wipe the Buddha statues, and polish the oil lamps, which are all things that must be done every day.

Seeing the beginning of the third day, Fangzheng looked at the empty gate and sighed, "Ten incense sticks a month, when will it be finished? This is the third day, and I don't know if anyone will come up today." The same goes for Grandpa Tan and the others. Everyone is here, and it’s not easy to offer a stick of incense, hey.”

Just when Fangzheng was about to see through, there was the sound of someone talking outside. From the sound, it was a man and a woman.

Fangzheng regained his energy immediately, and listened carefully.

"Yang Hua, you are really crazy. Even the big hospitals say it won't work, but burning incense and worshiping Buddha will work? What age is it, and you are still so superstitious!"

"What are you talking about? What's the age? Didn't Buddhism exist in any age? Don't all the temples exist? It's all at the gate of the temple. If you don't say anything bad, it will be heard by the Buddha. If you blame it, we two will really It's over." Yang Hua reprimanded.

The woman snorted twice, and said: "I mean, if you want to worship, you have to go to a big temple. Is this finger temple useful? The one-finger monk is still a little bit good, and the little monk Fangzheng was the one we watched growing up. He opened his crotch pants. I even sewed it for him. Apart from eating a lot, he doesn’t see any other skills.”

Fangzheng blushed when he heard this, he didn't expect that it was Yang Ping's brother Yang Hua and Yang Hua's wife Du Mei who came this time. This Du Mei impressed him very much, his mouth is a bit black, but he is not bad, he is straightforward... But when he was a child, he was often spanked by Du Mei. After thinking about it for a while, he will see Du Mei again. Touching my own butt actually hurts a bit...

While speaking, Yang Hua brought a middle-aged woman in plain clothes and walked in. As soon as the woman saw Fangzheng, she smiled and said, "Fangzheng, we came to see you. Let's see what I brought for you? You My favorite eggs! And sauerkraut."

When Fangzheng heard this, his eyes lit up. In this remote and remote place, eggs are definitely a luxury. Although sauerkraut is only pickled cabbage, there are not many of them in this early autumn season. There is no long winter, the torment of sauerkraut, but the yearning that has not been eaten for a year, this sauerkraut immediately becomes a treasure, a good product!

However, Fangzheng clasped his palms together in an orderly manner and said, "Thank you, benefactor."

"Slap!" Du Mei slapped Fang Zheng's bald head resoundingly: "What kind of benefactor is not a benefactor? You bastard, you still speak like a monk with me. No matter what you are now, you are the same as me back then." Looking at the little boy who has grown up. Having said that, how long has it been since I returned to the mountain? Why are you so hungry? Come on, eat two eggs to replenish your body. The old hen laid down this morning and boiled it in the pot early in the morning ..."

Listening to Du Mei's rambling words, Fangzheng was not angry at all, but had a long-lost warmth on the contrary. I sighed in my heart: "It feels so good to have someone care..."

After Du Mei finished nagging, Fang Zheng said: "Auntie, the poor monks have already become monks, so they can't eat eggs or meat."

"That's right, I told you a long time ago that Fangzheng is already a monk. How can a monk eat eggs?" Yang Hua said, then dragged Fangzheng and complained: "You don't know. When I said that I went up to the mountain to see you, this guy almost Kill our old hen and make soup for you. Thanks to me, otherwise it would be wasted."

Fangzheng smiled wryly, Du Mei was kind to him from the bottom of his heart, but it was true that Yang Hua was a bit stingy. But what Yang Hua said was right, even if he had stewed chicken, he wouldn't be able to eat it, so it wasn't a waste. The old hens in the countryside are for laying eggs, not for eating.

Du Mei pushed Yang Hua away, glared at him, and said, "What are you doing? You're like an old woman, talking so much nonsense? Fangzheng, do you really not eat eggs? Delicious eggs?"

Fangzheng had a bitter look on his face, he is not a child under three years old, so why use this trick?

In the end, Fangzheng still refused, and Du Mei suddenly became unhappy, saying: "I worked so hard to get it for you, but you don't want it, you little bastard, I'm really... pissed off!"

Seeing this, Fangzheng hurriedly said, "I don't want eggs, but I want sauerkraut! This is a good thing. I haven't eaten it for a long time. You have to keep this for me."

Only then did Du Mei smile.

Fangzheng took the sauerkraut and asked, "Auntie, did you come to the mountain today for something?" Fangzheng had already heard about it, so he could probably guess, but he didn't know how effective his temple was.

Du Mei said: "Hey, don't mention it, I haven't had a son for so many years, but I hope to die. The hospital also checked, and the earth prescriptions were tried, but it didn't work at all. You, Uncle Yang, didn't know which family got your forehead yesterday. The donkey kicked and said he was going up the mountain to pray for Buddha. You said that the hospital can’t cure you, so what’s the use of praying for Buddha? Besides, even if you pray for Buddha, going to a bigger temple can still help. Your small temple is like nothing else What is the use of a piece of tile without three feet of ground? The master of a big temple is capable, but I don’t know what you look like? I know you have a birthmark on your buttocks even when you are wearing pants... "

"Ahem..." Fangzheng was embarrassed.

Yang Hua hurriedly pulled Du Mei aside and said, "Is there no end to the nagging? It's not good to say it in front of others. Are you still praying for Buddha or not?"

Du Mei said stubbornly: "I complained to Fangzheng, but I didn't complain to outsiders? What's wrong? Fangzheng can still be angry with his aunt? Fangzheng, tell me, are you angry?"

Fangzheng said helplessly, "Don't be angry."

"Look, aren't you angry? Then, Fangzheng, do you think your aunt is right?" Du Mei asked again.

Fangzheng shook his head this time, and said: "Auntie, the temple is not big or small, but sincerity is effective. Although my temple is small, it is very effective. The supernatural power of the temple lies in yourself, not in the presiding of the temple. If you are sincere , how Turin."