Author: Sin 9999

Fan's Woodworking Workshop.

The boss Fan Laoshi stared at his eyes, danced with a plane in his hand, and his weather-beaten face, and was full of anger with a string of trash talk.

That's right, it's a stone, with a stinky temper and hard temper, which is one of the reasons why everyone is unwilling to take over as Dunhua Fangzheng.

"You are crazy! Even if Dunhuafang has the smallest population, among the 5,000 people, there are still hundreds of people who are suitable for marriage! In two months, fifty marriages, are you overeating?"

"Even if every family is simple, those literary and urged makeup poems are saved, and the expenses are indispensable? Do you have to invite three relatives and six relatives? Do you have to have three or five tables?"

"Muwai! Almost done with a drink every day! Everyone does nothing!"

"You are still a bachelor, just worry about others!"

"My grandma is still waiting to hold her grandson, but you just don't want to hire a matchmaker!"

It is definitely his biological child who can make Fan Zheng smile bitterly.

Fan Zheng smiled bitterly: "Aye, do you think I think it's a discussion on the increase or decrease in population of each village, village, and yard. Although the regular tax remains unchanged, the corresponding sexual intercourse and miscellaneous taxes will increase due to the shortage of new population!"

Fan Laoshi threw the plane in the box with hatred, gritting his teeth: "Isn't the county government arbitrarily doing this? Dunhuafang is the most remote, and those who are a little capable have gone to other yards! The population of 5,000 has finally stabilized, and adding more sexual service is a step to the worse!"

"So, let someone get married quickly. Having a child is the main thing! Aye, I really think I'm so idle!" Fan Zheng was helpless.

"Where is the money? Don't tell me, you all count on each family to bear it. Some families, even if they are simple, can't afford it." Fan Laoshi said and smashed Fan Zheng's luck.

Fan Zheng thought about it for a moment and really didn't have the ability to break the deadlock.

"Aye, I saw you making incense by yourself at home. Can you make money for Dunhuafang?"

Fan Laoshi glared at his son: "I don't learn and ignorant! There are so many incense points, such as the fragrance of plants and trees, musk, incense, incense, incense of incense, incense of faith, incense of medicinal fragrance, incense of string, incense of plate fragrance, incense of fragrance, incense of fragrance of fragrance at home, and incense of faith of gods and Buddhas or ancestors, it is called incense of faith or sacrifice of fragrance."

"It is not difficult to make Xinxiang, everyone can do it, and it can't be sold at a high price. More importantly, you can't find a suitable place to sell it."

This is true. If you sell it to the East Market, the price given by those profiteers is touching; if you sell it yourself, you can't sell it in quantity.

Fan Laoshi thought about it and still did not dampen the enthusiasm of the child: "If you want to sell at a good price and sell at a quantity, you can only sell it in front of the gate of Daxingshan Temple in Jingshanfang. There is only one question, why should you sell it in Daxingshan Temple?"

It's heartbreaking!

The next morning, I washed up and ate a vegetarian steamed cake. Fan Zheng walked towards Jingshanfang with ruthlessness.

I don’t believe it, how difficult is it to talk about setting up a stall or selling incense?

My mother, although they are all in Wannian County, this road is a tough one.

Daxingshan Temple, the largest temple in Chang'an, occupies a whole yard, and the main hall is the size of the Taimiao of the Sui Dynasty!

Behind the mountain gate, the central axis is the Heavenly King Hall, the Great Hall, the Wheel-Turning Sutra Hall, the Guanyin Hall, the East-West Zen Hall, the Dharma Hall, the Hall, the Hall, and the monk's dormitory. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are solemn in Dharma.

The monks only practice Zen, while the novice monks worship Buddha themselves, and believers burn incense.

Fan Zheng, who can't even pay for incense money, is too lazy to pay attention to it, let alone talk to him.

Buddhism is vast and people who have no chance to be saved.

Kaiyuan Tongbao is that fate.

In addition to some forbidden areas and dormitories, Daxingshan Temple cannot help but wander.

The forbidden area, of course, includes the Wheel-Running Sutra Hall.

But the open space before the Wheel-Running Sutra Hall does not count.

On the futon in front of the open space, the dark-skinned temple master Bo Po worked hard to explain the "Prajna Lantern". Duvina Xuanmo occasionally supplemented and interpreted the Bo Po.

There is no way. Bo Po was originally from the Middle Heavenly Kingdom, a Kshatriya race. It was already amazing to be able to translate scriptures. It was impossible to fully conform to the local style of the Tang Dynasty.

Not only can Bo Po not do it, but few people in later generations can do it, otherwise how did the "translation" spread?

In the third year of Zhenguan, Bo Po obeyed the imperial edict and entered Daxingshan Temple with Huicheng, Huizhi, Falin, Xuanmo and others to preside over the presidency. Huicheng passed away in the fourth year of Zhenguan. Huizhi left Daxingshan Temple. Falin was originally the master of Longtian Temple and withdrew from the translation of scriptures. Bo Po only had Xuanmo around him.

"Everyone can eliminate all distinctions and eliminate all slandering. It can remove roots and explain the true Dharma cleverly. It can establish words in non-verbal contexts. It can destroy evil wisdom and false minds, so it is said that it is ritual..."

The big belly officials and merchants were fascinated by the listeners, and I don’t know how many people really listened to it and understood the profound meaning.

"The charming cultivation of blessings is not the Tao, but only saying that cultivation of blessings is the Tao. Giving and offering blessings is boundless, and the three evils in the heart are created..." Fan Zheng couldn't help but speak mocking.

Bo Po stopped to preach and stared at Fan Zheng with bright eyes.

The monk outside the hall wanted to drive away the rude and rude person who disturbed the temple master, but Xuanmo waved his hand gently, stood up to Fan Zheng, and greeted him: "The layman knows the true meaning of my Buddhism. Please go to the tea room to wait. After the temple master finished teaching the sutra, he should ask the layman for advice."

An old man with sharp eyes snorted coldly: "How can Du Weina be so polite? A child on the side of the house is asked to stay, dare he not listen?"

It's true, but the attitude of relying on one's age is disgusting.

Fan Zheng knew his identity and could not force himself to block it. He could only ask with a smile: "Amitabha, may I ask, is this one the magistrate of Daxingshan Temple?"

The old man snorted angrily from his nostrils, turned his head and stopped looking at Fan Zheng.

Xuanmo shook his head gently, signaling Fan Zheng not to speak anymore, and led him into the tea room and sat down.

"This is the original landscape of Longshou, and those who pick milk springs and stones are used to slowly flow; their boiling is like fish eyes, and their slight sound is one boiling, and the edges are like rosy springs and beads are two boiling, and the tide waves are three boiling; the first boils, the amount of water is combined and the taste is salty; the first boils water, and then the foam is discarded..."

As for ingredients such as onion and ginger that have a strong taste, they do not conform to Buddhist precepts, and they simply abandoned this part of the seasoning.

Xuan Mo sighed lightly: "That person just now is a special advancement. Duke Xiao Yu of Song State, Your Majesty, gave a poem "The wind knows the strong grass, and the slander knows the sincere ministers". He is strict and honest, and he is unwilling tolerate others' shortcomings. The layman should tolerate him."

Oh, this uncle of the previous dynasty became a loyal minister of the dynasty. He was good at relying on his seniority and was quite dissatisfied with Pushe Fang Xuanling and argued repeatedly. As a result, all the opinions were abandoned by the emperor, and he stopped prime minister three times and returned to the court.

Two quarters of an hour later, the master of Bopo Temple slowly walked into the tea room and said, "Amitabha! The lay Buddhist has a deep connection, can you intentionally be a disciple of the monk?"

Fan Zheng grinned: "Monk, I'm sorry, the villain has not yet ended, and he still has to roll in the world."

The word "monk" is only a great master at this time, just as the princesses are not drinking with them.

"I'm just a fucking person, how can I be qualified to enter Buddhism?" Xiao Yu then came in, and all the tempers in his nostrils were humming.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!