The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Should be a woman ..." Fang Zheng muttered.

Just then, there was a sound of music in my ears.

"The clock ticks on the windowsill

Rain outside the window

I stared

Dusty guitar

Just the string of love is loose

I am in a vase

Crying lily

... "

"Master, what kind of song is this, it sounds good ... just a little sad." Red Baby asked curiously.

Founder looked up and saw a pot of lilies placed on the balcony on the third floor. The window opened, and the white window screen danced gently as the wind blew. A wind chime hung on the window. The tinkling sound seemed to be dancing to the song.

Before the song was finished, the music stopped and I didn't know what was going on in the room.

"Master, what do you want to say, what song is this?" Red Baby asked.

Fang Zhengdao: "Crying Lily, I heard it when I was a teacher. No one listens to it now ..." Fang Zheng has rarely heard popular songs now, and I do n’t know if anyone listens Songs of his youth. Maybe they are, but more of them are nostalgic ...

Founder shook his head. This song made him think a lot. I thought of the rustling sound of the pen on the paper in the classroom when I was in school. I thought of the symbols that made him dizzy under the chalk on the blackboard. The girl he had seen secretly ...

"Crying Lily? It sounds sad, forget it," Red Baby muttered.

Just then, a sudden exclaiming from upstairs: "Yeah! Be careful!"

Snapped!

Fang Zheng only felt that something had been hit on his head, and then a piece of dirt, tiles fell, and a flower fell down. Fang Zheng grabbed the flower smoothly, but the petals did not spread.

"Sorry, sorry ..." A girl exclaimed from Lou.

Fang Zheng pulled off the dirt on his bald head, looked up and saw a girl in a neutral dress speaking nervously, and then retracted.

"No, it's all out there, and you still want to run? Don't you know what it means to be a monk who can run a temple?" Cried the red child.

Boom!

Fang Zheng raised his hand and gave the red baby a shudder. What did the bear child say nonsense? Are they good monks?

The red child said unsatisfactorily: "Master, the words are rough and rough, is that what it is, who is this? The flower pot fell down and hit someone, but it retracted and stopped silent ..."

"Who isn't snoring anymore?" At this time a gasping female voice came, and then a girl with a long ponytail ran over, Dan Fengyan, thin lips, some tough lines, the whole person looked very good Spiritual, energetic look. Wearing jeans and t-shirts looks a bit neutral ...

"You did it?" Red Baby asked, pointing at the flowerpot on the square.

The girl blushed and said, "I did it. What, sorry, ... are you all right?" Looking at Fangzheng, the girl's face turned redder. At the same time, she sighed with relief, this flowerpot did not kill anyone. She is really Amitabha, and she is curious at the same time. What is the head of this monk? The flower pot dropped on the third floor, smash it, nothing happened ...

"Amitabha, do n’t worry about the donor, the poor monk is fine." Founder is really fine, the moon-white monk's clothes are protected, let alone a flower pot, and a bomb is fine. Since it's okay, why is it hard to be someone else?

The red baby was upset and said, "What's all right? My master was smashed ..."

"So what do you want?" The girl also found out that the monk was good at talking, but this little thing that looked like a porcelain doll was very difficult to cope with.

The red baby thought for a while and thought, "At least you have to take care of the meal?"

Fang Zhenggang just wanted to teach the red child a sentence, but it seemed reasonable to hear it ... Seeing that it was almost noon, no one was taking care of the food, and he was hungry on the street.

The girl froze, and then laughed, "What do you think it is, okay, I'll take care of it! Okay?"

The red baby showed a proud smile, but still glanced at the Founder, and the Founder smiled bitterly: "The donor, the poor monk apprentice, don't take it to heart." Asking for food directly, Founder was a little embarrassed, let him speak, Definitely rejected.

The red baby was discouraged, and he found that this master couldn't help the wall! He was so good at it, but the result was a shortfall.

However, the girl smiled: "Not mindful, but the meal must be requested. By the way, can you ask a question?"

The Founder asked, "What does the donor want to ask?"

"Are you really a monk?" The girl's big eyes were gleaming, obviously curious.

Founder nodded and said, "Amitabha ..."

"Isn't that nonsense, if my master is a monk, there will be no monk in this world." The red child said with so much confidence that even the scattered children under his Bodhisattva's hands were thrown away and disciplined. Can it be fake?

But what he said fell into the girl's ears, but it turned into a joke, just as a child, without hesitation. But one thing is certain, the monk in front of him is indeed a monk, satisfied with curiosity, and clapped, "OK, let's go, let's go to dinner!"

"Er, don't you go to your house to eat?" The red baby wondered. The girl's house was upstairs, why did she go out?

The girl blushed and said, "That ... I can't cook ..."

"Where are your parents?" Hong Ba asked.

"Not here, if it were, it would be simple." The girl shook her head bitterly.

However, Founder saw a slyness in the girl's eyes, apparently she was lying, but this was not important, and Founder did not have to go to her house for dinner.

The lunch was eaten in a small restaurant. Fang Zheng and the red baby asked for a bowl of clear noodles, while the girl sat by the side with a look of surprise, a pair of big eyes dripping and wondering what they were thinking Every now and then secretly took a look at Fang Zheng and Hong Baile.

However, they found that the two really did not dislike it, but they ate it with relish, and in the end they even drank the soup without wasting anything.

Especially the Founder, with every touch of Zen, like not taking a little fireworks, unhappy or slow, it makes people look very comfortable. It ’s like not sitting alone, but a tree, a grass. , A mountain, naturally, should have been there, it will never look abrupt, but it makes people feel peaceful and peaceful, and very comfortable.

After dinner, the Founder folded his hands together: "Amitabha, thank you very much."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do ..." The girl waved her hands quickly, and then asked, "Are you really a monk?"

Founder: "..."

The red baby rolled his eyes.

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