Before becoming a monk, Fachang never did such mundane things. This was normal, of course. Because every day, apart from reading the official books on the original subjects of the imperial examinations, he would review the questions of the imperial examinations over and over again, and then go to various famous teachers' classes to inquire about the questions. How could he have any other time? These famous teachers said that they had a relationship with some minister of the Secret Pavilion, and some said that they had been familiar with the official routines for many years, and they all said that their questions were accurate. As a result, not only did he waste his energy and effort, but he also spent all his money. Otherwise, he would not have become a monk in such a rage. But he did not expect that he would be even busier after becoming a monk. On this day, he went to Shanmiaodai to help out for half a day, and then he received and persuaded seven or eight farmers to leave. Then he was pulled to help the reception department for lonely monks. Even his lunch was a fast food meal that he had made up casually. Nowadays, all the official offices and directors across the country are copying the fast food system of Tokyo. There is a nice saying called "Tokyo efficiency", which was said by the current official when he asked about politics at the Imperial College. It became popular all over the country.
Famen Temple is not only the official designated Luohan Temple for Qingmiao Loan, but also the most popular temple in Guanzhong area because of the Buddha's finger relic. There are many monks who come to the temple to travel and stay. They have to check the monks' resumes and the purpose of their trip, and eliminate those who are not qualified, but not all wandering monks are accepted. This day, because it was the time to return the seedling loans after the wheat harvest, there were too few monks in charge of the reception department, so they were busy until dusk, and many monks gathered in front of the door.
Fachang saw a tall, dusty old monk wearing ordinary monk's clothes and carrying a large bag on his shoulders waiting silently in the queue since the afternoon. He did not move when someone cut in line. A thin disciple behind him looked worried, but seeing that the old monk did not move, he did not step forward to stop him, so he remained in the queue until dusk. Fachang's heart moved slightly, and he stood up and squeezed towards the old monk from the side. When he got close, he hadn't asked yet, but he heard the young monk complaining: "Master, you don't want to stay in the hotel. You haven't had a good sleep since you came from Datong Prefecture. It's getting dark. Are you going to sleep in the ruined temple outside the city tonight? Why not take out the purple robe with gold edges given by the government and let the master put it on. Since the government said that the master can control all illegal monks in the world, isn't it illegal to cut in line this time? The old monk just smiled and said, "It's not illegal. The city gate will be closed. Let's go." After saying that, he just turned around and left. The young monk had no choice but to follow. Fachang raised his hand to keep him, but for some reason, he was speechless and raised his hand and put it down.
The old monk hasn't done any zen talk for a long time.
The time before bed after finishing his evening classes was all Fachang had to do. Fachang was good at painting and used to paint during breaks from school, but he was often scolded for not doing his homework. Now no one cared about his painting. He always painted what he saw and felt during the day.
Rest.
One day, the monk Xu Ruchang
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