The four of them had lunch in a small restaurant and then worked separately. Meng Youtian and Zijuan, plus Zhang Sao who was following behind, and the three of them visited the New Year market for a long time. Meng Youtian bought some Western medicine in a pharmacy, and Zijuan also bought some things at the market. Then they went to the Mule and Horse Market in the north end of the town to meet with the blind old Yuan. The blind old Yuan had already selected the livestock and negotiated the price. It was a black mule, and they were waiting for Meng Youtian to pay the money. According to the blind old Yuan, this mule can be used to pull a cart and plow the fields. It was cooked by others and easy to control.

Meng Youtian was not very proficient in this, so he followed suit and paid for it with great pleasure. As for the mule cart, there was a carpenter in the village, so it was not too late to do it after going back. After the matter was done, they got on the car, left the town, and came to Puhui Temple.

Puhui Temple is indeed well-known. Although it cannot keep up with the famous ancient temples such as Ashoka Temple and Tiantong Temple in Ningbo, the scale of the building is quite extraordinary. There are also many pilgrims who make wishes to burn incense at the end of the year.

"Brother Youtian, are we just wandering around and not burning incense?" After wandering around the temple, Zijuan whispered to Meng Youtian: "Many people have bought incense to burn, please ask the Bodhisattva for blessing!"

Meng Youtian was concentrating on the words and paintings on the walls of earth that were over till high and several meters long in the temple. The stories were about Buddhist stories. He heard Zijuan's words, and he smiled faintly and said, "Those who burn incense and worship Buddha in the temple are mostly praying for the blessing of the Bodhisattva. Good people pray for the blessing of the Bodhisattva and peace every year; bad people pray for the blessing of the Bodhisattva and eliminate disasters; officials pray for the blessing of the Bodhisattva and keep advancing; merchants also pray for the blessing of the Bodhisattva and make a fortune. Do you think that the Bodhisattva does not care about good people and bad people, whoever has the more incense will bless who will bless him?"

"This shouldn't be true?" Zijuan said hesitantly: "Didn't it say that good will be rewarded, and evil will be rewarded! There is also the saying that if you have sincerity, you will be spiritual!"

"Haha, those people worship Buddha but do not really believe in Buddhism, but just seek something from Buddha. How can such selfish purpose be sincere?" Meng Youtian smiled and said, "I will tell you a story: In the past, when someone encountered a difficult situation, he went to the temple to seek Guanyin. When he walked into the temple, he found that there was a person worshiping in front of Guanyin statue. The man looked exactly like Guanyin, so he stepped forward and asked curiously: 'Are you Guanyin?' The man replied, 'Yes.' He asked again: 'Why do you worship yourself?' Guanyin smiled and replied, 'I have encountered difficult situations, but I know that it is better to ask for yourself than to ask others."

Zijuan frowned and asked in confusion: "It's better to ask for yourself than to ask for others. Brother Tian, ​​I, I don't understand very much."

Meng Youtian patiently explained: "Even if you are a god, can you give you whatever you want? It is definitely not like this. Therefore, happiness depends on your own hard work and hard work, and create it with your own hands and blood and sweat, rather than by burning incense and kowtow to beg for the gods. Everyone is their own Buddha, and they must be in charge of their own destiny. It is better to beg for yourself than to seek Buddha, be brave and strong. No matter how big the wind and rain are, it will be the prelude to the most beautiful rainbow."

"Baba!" A few crisp applause suddenly came from the other side of the earthen wall. A middle-aged man wearing glasses and a cotton robe turned out, and I don't know when he came to the back.

When this middle-aged man suddenly saw that the person who made the high speech was actually a country man dressed in ordinary clothes and even shabby, he was stunned, but his face returned to normal and bowed: "This guy is lucky to be lucky. This time, the high speech is extremely refined and extremely admirable."

Is this so much admiration? It's just a pick-up person and copying some knowledge from later generations to scare people. Meng Youtian felt ashamed, smiled bitterly, and bowed and said, "Sir, I'm just talking nonsense."

"No, no, I can explain the essence of the gods and Buddhas in a few words. How can it be nonsense?" The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I don't know if you have free time. I really want to discuss it with you."

Meng Youtian pretended to be embarrassed and said, "We are going home now. It's dark, but it's a little unstable." I don't know what's going on, but who will discuss with you, showing off in front of Zijuan is one thing, and communicating with strangers is another thing.

"That's it!" The middle-aged man showed a disappointed expression, and then smiled relievedly: "It doesn't matter. If you have the fate, you can meet again. I'll listen to my brother's opinion. By the way, I'll introduce myself. I'm a teacher at the county normal school. My surname is Yang and my name is Jing Yun. If you go to the county town, you can go to find me."

"Okay, okay, if I go to the county, I will definitely go to visit Teacher Yang. We will have a date later." Meng Youtian bowed casually, pulled Zijuan and left here.

"Brother Youtian, you are so awesome." Zijuan looked at Meng Youtian, full of the admiration and admiration of the girl Huaichun for her lover, "Even the teacher in the Normal School praised it!"

"There is nothing to show off when talking," Meng Youtian waved his hand to express his humility, "Life is the best teacher. The hard life over the years has made me understand a lot of truths, and I just felt it because I was just inspired."

"Yes, you have suffered a lot in the past few years." Zijuan sighed: "Now I have grown up and can be half of my family. I can help you well in the future."

"Well, today I'll have a handful of firewood and tomorrow I'll have two pieces of charcoal. Let's move a mouse and take all your belongings to my house." Meng Youtian joked: "It's a pity that the house is too big and cannot be moved. It's a pity, it's a pity."

"Go, I'm saying it so badly." Zijuan said angrily: "Actually, as long as we are filial to my parents, this house will be ours sooner or later."

"Haha, I'm blaming me for telling you, don't you have this intention?" Meng Youtian smiled and squeezed his eyes.

"This is not a bad idea. I am the only one in my house. I am leaving the house and the land for me, no, it is for us." Zijuan's expression had no shyness, but instead looked as if it was right.

"Oh, don't say this to my mother." Meng Youtian smiled bitterly and said, "She is afraid that you are from all generations and cannot endure hardships with me or fatigue. She is also afraid that I will take too much money from you, and that I will change my surname in the end."

Zijuan blinked her eyes, understood, nodded, and said, "I understand, my aunt is afraid that you will break into the door. That's not what I mean."

"I know what you think." Meng Youtian frowned slightly and said with some concern: "It's just that Mr. Song's qualifier is not easy to pass. You have to wait for the opportunity and cultivate your feelings. It's not easy to do!"

{Piaotian Literature www.piaotian.net Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}
Chapter completed!