The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

One day passed so slowly.

Ma Xunzi asked Fangzheng before leaving: "Fangzheng abbot, tomorrow's Chongyang Festival, are you going to pass?"

Founder stunned, tomorrow is going to be a holiday? Shaking his head, "I haven't figured it out yet."

After sending away the sister-in-law of Ma, the founder also thought about it, Chongyang Festival. Idle is also idle, it is better to take the disciples to step autumn.

With this in mind, Founder decided so.

Back to Yizhi Temple, before people entered the door, they heard the voice of the red child: "Brothers, I tell you, the festival is tomorrow!"

"What festival? Is there something delicious?" The squirrel returned to the monastery one step first.

"Tomorrow is September 9th, the two pilgrims just said." Honghai said.

"September 9? What is this festival? What a strange name." Dulang said.

The red child said: "I don't know if you can check it online, let me check it ... September 9, hey, some people are asking. Hey, let me see how everyone answered. That's it ... "

"Brother, can you not ink? Hurry up and say, what is September 9?" The monkey finally lost his breath and asked.

"Am I watching? To sum it up, that is to say, September 9 is Chongyang Festival!" Said the red child.

"Chongyang Festival? Why is it called Chongyang Festival?" Dulang asked curiously.

As soon as Fang Zheng heard it, he was immediately happy. It was a good thing that a few disciples loved to learn so much. He didn't go in anymore, so he stood outside and listened. If the red child said well, he would have to praise him for a while.

When the Founder was trying to figure out how to reward the Red Child, the Red Child said in a serious manner: "The ancients used six for Yin and nine for Yang, and the two nines came together. Naturally, it is Chongyang. And there are activities on this day. "

Fang Zheng nodded secretly, which is indeed the explanation.

"What activity?" The squirrel asked.

The red baby coughed, raised his head, and said, "Three things, climb up, admire chrysanthemums, and insert dogwood!"

One day, Founder's eyebrows wrinkled suddenly, brought dogwood, climbed high, admired chrysanthemums, drank chrysanthemum wine, and admired autumn. But why, the order of red baby's answer and the tone of speech made him feel so strange?

When Founder thought he was thinking too much, Red Baby scratched his head and asked, "Do you know who the dogwood is? I guess it's a man, or would you like Chongyang?"

As soon as the Founder heard it, a fire broke out in my heart!

"Jingxin!" Fang Zheng stepped into the door with his legs raised, and looked at the red baby with a smile on his face.

The red baby looked at Fang Zheng's smile, and ended up with his counterpart. This guy was choked with bad water and wanted to hang people!

"Master, I remember, I still have no work to do. Let's go first!" After that, the red child ran away.

Founder Road: "Stop! The method is chasing me, what a broomstick? Today, I ’m going to run for the sky for the teacher. Where do I run!"

...

After a day of trouble, Founder was also tired. He slept particularly well at night. In his dream, he seemed to be a kid, followed a group of adults, climbed the mountains, enjoyed the red leaves of the mountains, watched the clouds rise, and listened to the adults talking. Just then, one person patted the Founder and asked, "Where is the dogwood?"

Founder only felt the chrysanthemum tightened tightly, and sat up fiercely, looking around subconsciously, a false alarm ...

"This prodigal child is really a pit." Fang Zheng rubbed the sweat on his forehead and muttered in his heart.

The door was opened, and the moon outside slanted westward. There was still time before dawn. On the quiet mountain of a finger, the wind was gone. Vaguely, Founder was able to hear the purring sounds coming from the kitchen. Founder stepped on his feet and quietly gathered in the doorway of the kitchen. Looking at the night, he saw Zhengxiang sleeping.

It wasn't the monkey that was snoring, but the red baby who was sleeping in the big cradle.

Founder was watching it, and a voice suddenly sounded around him: "What are you looking at?"

"Look ... wow, I'm going!" Fang Zheng was about to answer, suddenly turned back, turned his head, a dog with a long hair on his face was looking at him, and his eyes were bright! The Founder was really startled, and upon closer inspection, it was a clean act. As a wolf growing up in the wild, Jingfa always fell asleep on the pillow, but ants passing by would wake up and see what it was. The alertness is definitely the highest in the temple ...

As for the squirrel? The alertness was also very high, but since eating more and more fat, sleeping more and more dead ...

Monkeys are also relatively poor.

Founder patted the head of the lone wolf, and said, "It's scary, scary. Next time, keep quiet."

The lone wolf rolled his eyes and said, "Master, I am a wolf, not a human."

"The wolf is scary and scary." Founder rightly revised the word and moved it out again.

The lone wolf was speechless in the face of this cheeky monk ...

"Master, what are you looking at?" Dulang asked.

Fang Zheng hummed, "Look at the fragrance of your brother's sleep."

"Looking like this, it should be quite fragrant, and all snoring." Dulang said.

"Hmm ..." Fang Zheng nodded, then went into the kitchen.

The monkey woke up, and Founder made a silent gesture. The monkey looked at the red baby still snoring, nodded, and sat there, waiting to see the play.

"Up." Founder shook an encouraging look at the lone wolf.

The lone wolf raised an eyebrow and made it worse! He likes it the most! Meizi gathered up, but didn't see the monkey covering his face and shaking his head. The lone werewolf stood up, paw resting on the cradle, and a bang to the red baby—Wang!

"Oh, why did I bark a dog? Sure enough, I can't play with dogs, I have played for a long time ..." The thought came to Duwolf's heart.

However, the next moment, he felt an oncoming wind blowing, and looked intently, and saw a small fist slamming into his head!

Almost at the same time, Founder opened the door to the kitchen and watched the lone wolf flying away with a silvery-white aftermath ... He slammed on the ground, tumbling several times, and stopped. Limbs lay on the ground in large fonts, staring at Fang Zheng dumbly, saying poorly, "Master ... why are you opening the door?"

"You have to repair if you crash. You can fly out and relieve the pain in the air," Fang Zheng said solemnly.

The lone wolf heard the words and thought silently, and muttered, "How do I think, you're bullshit?"

The monkey heard the words and was relieved that the IQ was still online and there was help.

Fang Zhengzheng blushed, "You think too much."

"Master, what are you doing? In the morning, you don't sleep and scream." The red child crawled up and asked.

Founder said: "It's okay, I can't sleep for the teacher. I want you to get up and go for a walk. Today is the Chung Yeung Festival. Let's ascend together ..."

"Appreciation of chrysanthemums?" Red child asked subconsciously.