"Thank you, benefactor…"
Fang Xiu took the cloth shoes and sat on the ground. After taking off his socks, his pink soles were covered with shocking scars. There were at least a dozen of them, big and small.
When Zhao Xiaogu and Zou Dongyu saw this, they couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
At such a young age, he actually knew how to sacrifice himself to save others. Even if his feet were pierced, he did not complain at all.
The audience in front of the screen also fell silent. Although the other party was a monk, he was only eight or nine years old. It was rare for him to be able to do this.
How many adults would not be able to do this?
For a moment, Fang Xiu's not-so-tall figure became infinitely taller in everyone's eyes.
"How is it? Does it fit?"
Zhao Xiaogu asked nervously as they walked. She had learned embroidery from her parents in the past, so it was naturally not difficult for her to repair cloth shoes.
However, she had been busy filming in recent years and was a little rusty. She was worried that her skills would deteriorate and the repaired cloth shoes would not fit her feet.
"Very suitable…"
Fang Xiu put on his shoes and stood up from the ground. Seeing the admiration in their eyes, he felt a little emotional.
It was fate. After returning to the temple, he performed the karma lottery and obtained an indestructible divine power. Now, his body was invulnerable to both cold and heat. If he were to walk barefoot on the mountain road, he would probably be able to walk back unscathed even if he replaced dead branches and leaves with blades.
However, it was all worth it. Although the wounds on the soles of his feet looked shocking, after he chanted scriptures and soaked his feet in spiritual water, they had almost completely healed. Now, they did not hurt at all.
At this moment, Monkey came out from the backyard after washing the dishes. However, he looked at Zhao Xiaogu and the other two with a displeased expression.
After all, the three of them were the main culprits who caused it to eat half a bowl less of porridge in the morning.
"Ironhead, it's time to go out and do Zen farming!”
Fang Xiu glanced at it and said indifferently.
Squeak squeak!
After a response, Monkey ran to the courtyard wall and picked up a small hoe. He carried it on his shoulder and swaggered towards the courtyard entrance.
His expression was like that of an experienced farmer.
Patrons, please do as you please. This Penniless Monk and Iron Head will go and do Zen farming first…"
Fang Xiu pressed his palms together and bowed to them.
" Alright, Little Master. You can go ahead. We'll go to the main hall to take a look…"
Director Wang nodded and looked at the temple hall not far away.
Fang Xiu couldn't be bothered to care. In any case, there wasn't anything valuable in the monastery right now. He moved his feet and walked out of the monastery unhurriedly.
The monkey looked back three times with every step it took on the path. When it saw Fang Xiu come out, it obediently walked forward to worship its ancestors.
After a while, the two of them arrived at the back of the monastery. It was a relatively flat piece of land surrounded by fences made of tree branches.
Some of the crops were swaying in the cold wind.
Trickle!
Beneath a stone wall, a small pond that was soaked in spring water all year round was also slightly rippling in the wind.
The words " Fated Spring " were written on a stone tablet that was half the height of a person.
Legend has it that the first abbot was so thirsty that sweet spring water suddenly gushed out from under the stone wall. Therefore, he built One Spring Temple here to show his respect for Buddha.
Fang Xiu and Monkey's actions were like this. Monkey carried a small hoe and opened the fence. He walked into the soil and waved his hands, using the small hoe to hoe the weeds in the ground.
Fang Xiu ignored it and went straight to the side of the small pool. He closed his eyes with his palms pressed together and began chanting scriptures to bless the spring water.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after practicing the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, saw that the five skandhas were empty and overcome all hardships.
The color of the Buddha's relic is not different from the emptiness, and the emptiness is not different from the color. The color is the emptiness, and the emptiness is the color. The same is true of the perception, action and consciousness.
The sarira is the void of all dharma. It is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing…"
Fang Xiu's voice was ethereal and clear as he chanted a Buddhist scripture.
It was like a mountain spring that had seeped out of the stone wall, without the slightest impurity.
The three people who were visiting the temple hall in the monastery could not help but stop. They closed their eyes and began to listen attentively.
The audience watching the live broadcast was stunned. Why were the three people who were chatting and laughing just now suddenly standing there without moving?
"What's going on? Why did Dong Yu and the bone suddenly stop moving? And Director Wang as well? Are you possessed?"
"D * mn, all three of them closed their eyes? What happened?"
"Wait, did you hear the chanting? It's very, very faint. You can't hear it if you don't pay attention…"
"Tsk, it's normal to hear chanting in a temple. What's there to be surprised about…"
However, fewer and fewer people popped up in the bullet comments. Many people pricked up their ears to listen to the chanting.
It was ethereal, clear, and without the slightest impurity.
More and more people fell into the artistic conception of the Buddhist scriptures, unable to extricate themselves.
It was only when Fang Xiu, who was standing by the mountain spring outside the temple, stopped chanting the Buddhist scriptures that everyone woke up.
"F * ck, what a powerful influence. The person chanting the scriptures must be an eminent monk!”
"My god, it feels even better than the scriptures recited by the Zen Master of the Lingtai Temple. They're both chanting scriptures, but why is there such a huge difference?”
"You don't know about this, right? The scriptures are all the same. The key is the person who chants the scriptures. Just like us ordinary people chanting the scriptures, do you think it's better than the First Master who cultivates his heart in the temple? There's no comparison at all!"
"Right, right. Didn't they say that there was only Little Master Fang Xiu and the iron-headed monkey in this temple? Could it be that Little Master Fang Xiu recited this?”
" That's very possible. After all, no matter how smart a monkey is, he can't speak. I'm worshipping little master Fang Xiu more and more…"
At this moment, the system's voice sounded in Fang Xiu's mind beside the mountain spring.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for reciting the Heart Sutra and cleansing the souls of all living beings. You have received 6 karma points and 60 karma points…
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