"System, what does this red boy poor monk have to manage in order to complete the task? Do you have to torture day and night to become an invincible baby? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What do you think?" the system asked rhetorically.

Fang Zhengdao: "Can a poor monk call the shots?"

"Of course you can't call the shots, but what kind of red boy do you think is perfect?" the system asked.

Fang Zheng thinks about it, people spend merit to release tasks, if he does whatever he wants, it is not normal. Fang Zheng slowly sipped the tea, thinking about this question, and at that moment, Fang Zheng actually thought of a Zen master. This question, it seems that he has really heard it, it is a conversation between Zen Master Hongyun and Zen Master Yizhi......

At that time, the Yizhi Temple was still a Yizhi Temple, dilapidated, and when Fang Zheng came back, he saw Hongyun Zen Master and Yizhi Zen Master sitting in the courtyard, chatting about something. Fang Zheng didn't go in, he squatted at the door and stayed, he didn't like the restraint of facing the Red Cloud Zen Master.

"Pointing at the abbot, that kid is stubborn by nature, is it really okay for you to let him run down the mountain and cause trouble everywhere?" asked Zen Master Hongyun.

The one-fingered Zen master smiled and said, "He's ...... Hehe. Red Cloud, what do you think?"

After a slight deep groan, Zen Master Hongyun said, "At the very least, we should discipline him and let him rein in his temperament, right?"

"Is that still him?" asked the Zen master again.

Hongyun Zen Master was slightly stunned, frowned, and said: "Cultivation is already bitter and lonely, if you can't calm down, how can you participate in Zen and enlightenment?"

The Zen master pointed to a stone and said, "Do you think this stone may be a meditation experience?"

"If there is no life, how can I participate in Zen?" said Zen Master Hongyun.

Pointing at the Zen master, he said, "Yes, you can't participate in Zen without life, but what is life?"

The poor monk believes that individuality is the sign of a person's life, and to wear out a person's personality is equivalent to erasing the person. Just like this stone, everyone has become a sleek stone, so who will be the table?"

Zen Master Hongyun realized something, and asked rhetorically: "Personality is also the easiest to make mistakes. ”

The one-fingered Zen master nodded and said: "The poor monk has always believed that all things in heaven and earth are cultivated by nature, and by cultivating good, changing evil and keeping good, and maintaining their original heart is the right way." Otherwise, if everyone cultivates according to the Buddha's temperament, then where else will there be Maitreya Buddha in this world, and where will there be Bodhisattvas and Arhats with different personalities?

Although this child is stubborn, he is not bad-hearted, he will steal other people's wild fruits, but he will also give them to other children who are hungry or hungry, and when he is caught, he will stand up and be beaten.

He chases chickens and dogs, but when the car comes, he flies to save the dogs.

He has flaws as well as strengths, which are fused together to make him who he is.

The world is colorful because it has all kinds of people, and it would be too monotonous if everyone had one color. He has a mistake, and he guides it slowly, he can clearly distinguish what is right and wrong, and naturally knows what to do. Forcibly wiped out, it may have a quick effect, but it is likely that his soul will be worn out together. ”

The poor monk suddenly understood why you left there and came to this small temple to visit the Buddha. Hongyun Zen Master smiled bitterly, he found that many of the ideas of the Zen Master were more biased towards people, if it were not for the Buddha! At least, it was not quite the right way with the concept of cultivating Buddhism that everyone thought, not to mention the tip of the needle against the wheat mang, but there were always some edges and corners, usually fine, once they collided, everyone was uncomfortable.

The one-fingered Zen master smiled and said nothing.

"Have you thought about it?" the system suddenly spoke, interrupting Fang Zheng's thoughts.

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "I think about it, the poor monk's requirements for the red boy now are very simple, don't kill, don't kill, don't do evil, and the rest, let him go." ”

"Uh, you don't care about anything but that?" the system was obviously surprised by the other party's answer.

In addition, the one who is close to Zhu is red, and the one who is close to ink is black, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, I believe that he will understand what to do and what not to do. I don't think the Bodhisattva wants a money-dispersing machine, right?" Fang Zheng smiled and drank his tea.

The system was silent, didn't say anything, and didn't know whether to sue or think about life.

While talking, the red boy came in with a bucket, threw the bucket into the back kitchen, and then sat opposite the square, humming and chirping, "Master, when will you return the mana to me?"

Although Red Boy didn't know why he didn't have his mana, as long as he wasn't a fool, he definitely knew that this matter had something to do with Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng smiled: "This is the mortal world, what do you want mana for?"

The red boy wanted to say that with mana, it is easy to kill you, but he didn't dare to say this, but the ghost elf said: "If the disciple has mana, where do you still need to carry water? Also, the disciple is a boy who scatters wealth, and the Bodhisattva gave the disciple a line of money, and the disciple can change the gold and silver treasures and distribute them to those in need. ”

When Fang Zheng heard this, this kid could still conjure up money, and he was a little cautious, and now he was so poor that he wanted to pick up a dime when he saw it!

So, Fang Zheng said with a smile: "Apprentice, what you said is good, don't worry, when you have mana, the teacher will definitely give it to you." But now, it's time for us to cook......"

The red boy looked at the back kitchen, and then at Fang Zheng, with a sad and angry face, gritted his teeth and said, "You won't really let Ben ...... Ahem, I cook, right? I can't cook......."

"It's okay, let your third senior brother teach you. Fang Zheng smiled and looked at the monkey sweeping the floor.

The monkey immediately said, "Don't worry, I'm very good at cooking now, and I'm sure I'll teach you." ”

Red Boy really wants to slap this dead monkey, at this time you shut up, no one will treat you as dumb.

In the end, the red boy still went to cook honestly, Fang Zheng looked at the back of the red boy, and smiled slightly, this guy really looks like he was a child. It's just that Fang Zheng is not like a one-finger Zen master at all, the one-finger Zen master back then would never accuse him, nor would he say anything about him, but when he did something, he would take Fangzheng with him, let Fangzheng see and understand by himself.