Chen Dasu looked at the cedar forest and said seriously: "Just do as you say, see how you pretend." ”

The cloth bag monk and Chen Dasu came to the valley woods, God knows what happened, the big wood that was much thicker than the cloth bag and longer than the cloth bag was actually put into the cloth bag by the cloth bag monk! Moreover, after Chen Dasu felled down the big trees and put them in, the cloth bag did not swell up at all. It seems that even if the big trees all over the mountains are cut down, they can't fit this magical cloth bag!

Chen Dasu was surprised and heartbroken, holding his head in his hands, and squatted on the ground without saying a word.

The Budai monk said, "Chen Jushi, do you regret it?" ”

Chen Daxu didn't say whether he regretted it or not, and asked, "Master Budai, how much wood do you need?" ”

The cloth bag monk said: "No more, no less, even beams and columns, one hundred and eight." ”

Chen Dasu felt like he had a toothache, and gasped: "God, so many!" Then cut down all the big trees in my house. ”

The cloth bag monk said: "It's good, it's good, it's good, it's okay to worry about it." Thieves can't steal, floods can't run away, clean and no trouble. ”

"There are no worries, but there are troubles!" Chen Dasu cried and said, "These mountains and forests are my family's main property. My son marries a daughter-in-law and treats his old mother to the end of his life, and he is counting on this forest. ”

Monk Budai said: "You can rest assured, after you have done a lot of charity, your merits are immeasurable, and the old mother will be blessed with longevity and health, no illness and no disaster, less pain and less trouble." Your children are too young to use the wood for a while. And these big trees are all old, and when they reach the limit of their lives, if they are not cut down, they will die of disease, old age, or decay and insects, or be cut down by lightning. You see, isn't that already some of the dries up and dead? ”

Of course, Chen Dasu saw the dead trees, but he still said worriedly: "The big trees have been cut down, and after 20 years, what will I use to build houses and start a family for my children?" ”

The Budai monk laughed and said, "It turns out that you are worried about this!" As the saying goes, the big ones don't cut, and the small ones don't grow. ”

Chen Dasu shook his head. He smiled bitterly and said, "You are a monk, and you don't know how difficult it is to plant fir trees!" If you sow a hundred or ten seeds, you may not be able to grow a seedling. ”

The cloth bag monk said: "You put your heart in your stomach, you still don't believe what I said?" ”

Chen Dasu, who was suspicious, remembered the mystery of the Budai monk, so he had to agree to continue cutting down trees.

"Down the hill—"

The sound of logging resounded through the valley, and the tall cedar trees fell with a bang......

Finally, there were enough one hundred and eight thick beams and pillars needed for the new Buddha hall of Yuelin Temple.

The cloth bag monk gathered the tips of the shaved branches, picked out the branches with buds, and then chopped them into small pieces more than a foot long, and put them into his cloth bag. I don't know what incantation he muttered, but after a moment, he took out the branches from the cloth bag and stuck them one by one into the clearing.

While planting branches, he hummed and sang: "The flower branches are picked up for everyone to see, but the leaves are unprovoked but broken." Since then, the spring light has leaked, and the peach and plum are all over the world. ”

Chen Da must know that the Budai monk sang the Buddha with flowers and the Buddha smiled, and Zen Buddhism was born and carried forward.

He was thoughtful, savoring the Zen machine in it......

Xu is cloth bag monk was so happy that he even inserted cedar branches on the original grassless mountain beams and in the cracks of the stones.

Strange to say, all the branches planted by the cloth bag monk have survived, and they have grown extremely fast.

Even the small saplings on the mountain beams and in the cracks of the stones have gradually grown into towering trees. Since then, the cedar trees of Wuyi Mountain can not only grow in the fertile soil, but also take root in the rock crevices.

They give the sky a touch of new green, give the mountains and rocks a cool shade, the bare peaks have a soul, and the dry rocks have a bit of grace from now on.

Since then, the people of Wuyishan no longer use seeds to plant fir trees, but use small branch cuttings, which not only have a high survival rate, but also grow very quickly......

Looking at the timber piled up into a hill, Chen Dasu couldn't help but worry about the cloth bag monk: these thick beams and columns, each of which has thousands of catties, people can't carry them, and the car can't pull them, how can they be transported to Fenghua, which is thousands of miles away?

The cloth bag monk is a carefree optimist. He asked a helper to roll all the timber into Chongyang Creek.

However, the water in Chongyang Creek was too shallow to float the heavy timber up and down.

The helpers jokingly said, "Big-bellied monk, didn't you monks say that Guanyin Bodhisattva responds to all requests?" Then you beg Guanyin Bodhisattva to rain heavily and help you float the wood downstream and send it to the Min River. ”

Who knows, the Budai monk really nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll invite Guanyin Bodhisattva to come." ”

The helpers were stunned for a moment, and then burst into an explosive laugh - this big-bellied monk is not afraid to blow his belly out if he brags!

People laughed enough and joked: "Budai monk, where is the Guanyin Bodhisattva you invited?!" ”

The Budai monk turned around, pointed to a mountain peak on the east bank of Chongyang Creek with his hand, and said, "Look, that's not Guanyin Bodhisattva!" ”

Sure enough, people were surprised to see that the high mountain peak resembled Guanyin Bodhisattva (from then on, this mountain peak was called "Great Guanyin"). Until now, every person who comes to Wuyi Mountain to travel, the first peak to see when entering the scenic area is Daguanyin)!

People saw in a trance that the mountain peak seemed to come alive and truly turned into Guanyin Bodhisattva, holding a pure bottle in one hand and swaying willow branches in the other...... The white clouds flowing under her feet seemed to turn into rolling waves, and a divine dragon haunted them, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, spraying water and rain......

So, the unthinkable happened: the clouds and mist on Guanyin Peak immediately became thicker and thicker, spreading faster and faster, and gradually covering the entire sky......

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky;

There was a thunderous explosion;

A pouring rain fell......

The water of Chongyang Creek rose, the waves rolled, and the waves flew, so that the thick timber was like a dragon, flowing down the river and galloping away......

The one hundred and eight pillars of the Budai monk went down the river to the south, and after reaching Jian'ou, several streams converged into a mighty river, with a wide water surface and surging waves. He tied these thick logs into wooden rafts, and then connected them into a string, and lowered them into the sea along the Min River.

Fenghua in eastern Zhejiang, in the north-east direction of Wuyi Mountain, while Chongyang River flows southward, and flows to the southeast after joining the Minjiang River.

It turned out that at that time, the two-wheeled horse-drawn carriage, the vehicle for land transportation, had a limited weight, and it was difficult to carry huge timber over long distances, so it became relatively easy for the Budai monk to transport it by sea to Xiangshan Port in eastern Zhejiang, which was only 80 miles away from Yuelin Temple.

After the cloth bag monk put the wooden row to Fuzhou port, and then went around to turn the fate and hire a sea boat, he transported the wood to Xiangshan Port two thousand miles away by sea boat, and immediately ran back to Yuelin Zen Temple overnight, and asked the idle Zen master to organize personnel and vehicles to come to unload the ship and load the car, and transfer it back to the temple.

Who knows, the old monk said: "The monks in the temple are all engaged in the construction of the main hall, and there is no manpower to help him transport wood." ”

Budai said, "It's good to hire someone from outside." ”

The idle Zen master seemed to be deliberately cheating, and said: "Lao Ku doesn't have the money to hire a large number of vehicles and manpower at all, you help people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and find a way to get that large amount of wood back to Yuelin Temple." ”

The cloth bag monk was helpless, and quietly muttered, "The old man is immortal, and he is called a thief." "Walk to the abbot's door.

Who knows, the idle Zen master is not deaf and hears it really. His old man was about to overtake the civet cat, and he jumped over like lightning, grabbed the big fleshy ears of the cloth bag monk, and shouted: "You kid bullied my old man who was deaf and dazzled, and you dared to scold me behind my back, see if I don't pull off your ears!" ”

The cloth bag monk squeaked in pain, and was dragged around Xiankuang for three consecutive turns, so he had to beg for mercy again and again, and Xiankuang let him go.

Finally, the old monk pushed him outside the abbot and said, "The foundation of the main hall has been completed, and the stone piers for erecting the twenty-four pillars have been put in place, and the pillars will be erected the day after tomorrow." In order to meet the deadline, you have to bring the timber back tomorrow! So don't scratch my itch here, go find a way. ”