Monk Yunqing looked embarrassed and said, "These monks are easy to say. Monks don't have a home in the first place, they travel all over the world, and wherever they go, they are home. The key point is that although the halls and buildings of Tianhua Temple were burned down, there are still large areas of paddy fields, dry land, mountains and forests, and tidal flats left here. This is the inheritance left by the ancestors of the past generations, and it can't be carried away, and it can't be carried away, so how to deal with it? Besides, hundreds of us flocked to Yuelin Temple at once, and Yuelin Temple's land property is limited, how can we feed so many people? ”

Qi smiled and said, "Although the great monk is relaxed, I have also thought about this problem. Isn't there a precedent for the establishment of a grange in the Zen jungle? Let's also form a grange of the property of Tianhua Temple, appoint a person to be the owner of the village, and hand over the grain and property harvested every year to Yuelin Temple, wouldn't it be able to ensure the food and clothing of the monks? ”

Yun Qing still had a sad face, sighed and said: "Since the Zen jungle has a grange, because it is far away from this temple, it is difficult for the owner of the village to be effectively monitored, and there are many drawbacks. If the employment is not good, the light will lose money and food, and fill the pocket; In the worst case, it leads to disharmony between the upper and lower levels, and disputes continue; Even, discipline is sluggish, and the precepts are corrupted...... Therefore, I am afraid of being infamous as a sinner for the ages. ”

This is a naturally born optimist, and he is still happy to say: "You can't pin your hopes on the success or failure of employing people, the key is the system." There are no rules, there are no rules. The previous generation said that Matsu built a jungle and set up rules. It is the increasing perfection of the jungle rules that provides a fundamental guarantee for the prosperity and development of Zen Buddhism, so at present, nine out of ten monks have returned to Zen. Some people say: 'The way of the Buddha is enlightened by Dharma; The things of the Buddha are prepared with a hundred zhang. Therefore, we should learn from the experience of Baizhang Huaihai and establish a perfect system for the Grange to ensure that the power of the owner is supervised and controlled. ”

Yun Qing was inspired and said excitedly: "Yes, yes, we can set up titles such as deputy Zhuang (second Zhuang owner), supervisor and Jia Gan (Zhuang Jia) under the owner of the village, and then hire the banker." The farmer cultivates, the Jiagan is the governor, and the supervisor collects and collects rents, each in charge of its own affairs, and restricts each other. This not only saves costs, but also prevents problems before they occur. Well, great! ”

After Yun Qing struck the festival, he said: "However, the position of the owner is still very important. Especially here, we have a start-up of the Grange, and there are all kinds of waste to be lifted, which is really ...... You see......"

Qi laughed and said, "Great monk, don't set a trap for me to drill." I understand, from beginning to end, that your central point is to make me the owner of this farm. I ......"

Yun Qing didn't wait for him to say more, he hurriedly bowed with his palms together, and said, "Thank you for sharing my worries and solving problems, and the position of the owner of the village belongs to you." ”

At this point, it is only right to take on this difficult errand.

Monk Yunqing said: "The karma of Tianhua Temple has become a thing of the past, and the property and monks are all returned to Yuelin Temple, so the newly established grange is called Yuelin Village." ”

Qi led five or six young monks who volunteered to stay to clear a vacant lot in the ruined walls of Tianhua Temple, dig out a batch of stones from the smoking ashes, cut down some trees, spread straw, and build three thatched huts. They had a place to live.

Since then, he has become the owner of Yuelinzhuang.

The dojo was built with an empty fist, and the Buddha Ri Jinhui re-enacted the sound of the sea tide;

The ashes became the world, and the ruins of Tianhua reconstructed Yuelinzhuang.

After several years of hard work with a few junior brothers, a grange with perfect production and storage facilities was finally built on the ruins of Tianhua Temple.

One day, Qi Ji carried a Zen stick on his shoulder, and the head of the stick carried the cloth bag that was inseparable from him, and climbed the mountain beam behind Yue Linzhuang as usual, patrolling in the mountains and forests.

After a long circle in the mountains, he sat on the high ridge pier and took a nap while enjoying the wonderful scenery between the mountains and the sea.

On the hillside, the mountains are full of lush, verdant trees, a gust of wind blows, the forest waves gust, and the green waves roll like the tide of the sea; The wind stopped, the forest was quiet, and it turned into jasper.

At the foot of the mountain, the rice fields are endless, layered, filled with clear water and reflecting the crystal waves.

The sun in the sky shines on the earth without heart; The paddy fields on the ground, reflecting the celestial phenomena without inadvertence - let you change, the sun and the moon alternate, I am immovable, immovable.

By the sea, the waves are surging, and the tide rises and falls; The waves are flying, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The tide comes and goes, and the tide has faith, but the waves bloom but are impermanent.

Zen heart is clear and quietly reading the beautiful scenery, and the mountains and seas are speechless about the vicissitudes of life.

Suddenly, he saw that on the avenue outside Yuelinzhuang, there were people coming and going, and on the ferry, it was crowded with people, converging into a group.

These many people are helping the old and the young, big bags and small bags, hurrying, panicking, what is going on?

He hurriedly returned to Yuelinzhuang and appointed a clever little monk to inquire. It turned out that those people were people who fled from Yuezhou, and it is said that Huangchao's army was about to kill Yuezhou City, and people hurriedly abandoned their homes and fled in order to escape the war.

In the last years of the Tang Dynasty, the officials were mediocre, the warlords were brutal, and the people were struggling to make a living, so the hungry people everywhere revolted. Among them, the largest is the righteous army raised by Wang Xianzhi, a native of Puzhou, in the first year of Tang Dynasty Zongganfu (874 AD).

In the second year, he received a response from Huang Chao, the first talent who had fallen into wrongs, and he was even more powerful, and the officers and soldiers were invincible. The rebel army rampaged north of the Yangtze River, as if entering a no-man's land. In the third year of Yue, Wang Xianzhi died in Huangmei, and Huang Chao became the leader of the rebel army, known as the "general of the sky", and his edge pointed directly at the rich Jiangnan. He first sent the general Cao Xiong's division to attack Huzhou, and then personally led the army to pounce on eastern Zhejiang and attack Yuezhou......

As a result, the people of Yuezhou fled in despair, and some of them fled to the southeast coast. The Qiucun ferry, where Yuelinzhuang is located, has become a necessary place for them to cross the bay and continue southward.

In the turmoil of the world, the most tragic situation is the displaced and homeless refugees.

From that day on, he instructed the little monks of Yuelinzhuang to steam more dry food, then put it into his cloth bag, carry it to the intersection, and distribute it to the passing refugees.

These outsiders don't know the name of the contract, but only recognize the cloth bag that can only save the starvation, so they all call the contract "cloth bag monk".

Since then, the title of "Budai Monk" has gradually replaced his Dharma name and has become his most commonly used title.

Early that morning, the Budai monk came to the ferry to check the situation of the displaced people today.

He saw a group of people gathered on the side of the road, bargaining for something. He separated from everyone and saw a little girl with a straw mark on her head!

Oh my God, it's buying and selling human beings! This seven or eight-year-old girl is going to be betrayed as an object!

The Budai monk felt that this little girl was a little familiar, and hurriedly walked over. The little girl who was crying silently also saw him, like a drowning person who suddenly found a straw, threw herself on her knees, and cried and shouted: "Budai monk, help me." ”

The Budai monk recognized that this was a little girl he had rescued yesterday.

He was just about to help the girl when a middle-aged man picked her up and dragged her like an animal towards a woman with heavy makeup.

The girl struggled desperately and begged bitterly: "Dad, I won't say I'm hungry anymore, don't sell me!" Daddy, please, even if I starve to death, I will be with you......"

The people on the side couldn't bear to watch, and they all turned their heads and sighed.

A heart-wrenching sourness welled up from the Budai monk's chest, and rolling hot tears blurred his vision.

He also ignored the rule that monks could not touch the opposite sex with their bodies, so he stepped forward and hugged the girl and snatched her from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and said, "Monk, what are you robbing my daughter for?" ”

The Budai monk snorted disdainfully and said, "Do you still know that she is your daughter?" Then why are you still selling her? ”

The middle-aged man's face turned red and he didn't say anything. The Budai monk continued to ask: "Do you still consider yourself a human being if you buy and sell your own flesh and blood as kittens and puppies?" ”

The middle-aged man sighed and squatted on the ground.

Seeing this, the flowery woman stepped forward and said, "Big-bellied monk, why don't you chant scriptures in the temple and pull other people's little sisters?" ”

The Budai monk took a half step back, avoiding the thick fat powder on her body, and then asked, "Who are you?" It can't be her mother, right? ”

The woman grinned and said, "If I am her mother, are you her father?" ”

After all, the Budai monk was only twenty-one or twelve years old, and she was blushing by her. The woman continued: "Although I am not her mother, I will be her mother from now on—her father has sold her to me......"