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Chapter 29: Rules

At this time, the little monk named Fengjue came over with two cups of tea. I took the tea ceremony and thanked him, and then told Yuanfu that I only started helping in Mr. Feng’s coffin shop today.

A look of surprise flashed in Yuan Fu's eyes: "This is really strange. For more than ten years, donor Feng has never hired a helper." It seems that the old monk Yuan Fu is very familiar with Mr. Feng, and I just want to know about Mr. Feng, so I asked him.

Old Monk Yuan Fu also patiently told me, but he said he didn't know much. He didn't even know what Mr. Feng's name was, he only knew that his surname was Feng.

He said that Mr. Feng and his senior brother, Monk Yuanye, the former abbot of Dongming Temple, had a good relationship, but he didn't know how the two met. After Yuanye's death, Mr. Feng would come to the temple three times a day, each time, raising a stick of incense and donating 200,000 yuan.

"Three times a year?" I asked curiously, "Why are it three times?" Old Monk Yuan Fu was also a little surprised: "Why donor, donor, donor? Feng's donor Dongtingxiang only opens three times a year and only makes three coffins. After three times, no matter how high the price others pay, he will not make them again." "Oh." I nodded, but I didn't understand. The price of Mr. Feng's coffin is so high that even if it takes one month to make more than ten coffins a year, it will have to be millions. There are still people in the world who don't make money?

Old Monk Yuan Fu shook his head: "This is the rule of Donor Feng. As far as I know, Donor Feng had opened this Dongtingxiang in Yueyang ten years ago. It has been like this every year for more than ten years and has never made an exception." Old Monk Yuan Fu said that he didn't know much, but Mr. Feng's coffin seemed to be very famous throughout the northern Hunan generation.

After chatting with Mr. Yuan Fu for more than half an hour, I looked at it and it was getting dark outside, so I got up and said goodbye. Mr. Yuan Fu also got up to see me off.

After walking through the somewhat dilapidated courtyard and the front hall, I suddenly felt a little confused, so I asked, "Abbot, you said Mr. Feng comes three times a year and donates 200,000 yuan each time. Why don't you use this money to repair the temple? If there is 600,000 yuan a year, it should be OK to repair the temple." Looking at the patched old monk robe he was wearing, I didn't suspect that the old monk Yuan Fu embezzled the money. But 600,000 is not a small number. It is enough to buy a house in a non-central area of ​​a third-tier city like Yueyang. It should be more than enough to maintain a temple.

The old monk Yuan Fu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Don't the donor just saw my disciples?" I nodded, and Yuan Fu said, "What the donor just saw was only a part of it. Now, in Dongming Temple, in addition to me, there are more than 60 disciples, all of whom are the oldest novice monks who are only in their teenage years." More than 60? I was really shocked now. Dongming Temple is not big, and there are so many people. I have been to many temples before. There are not too many Buddhist temples in Luoyang City, but there are more than 60 monks, at least those are the most popular attractions.

Mr. Yuan Fu sighed: "They are all children without parents. My Dongming Temple is not a temple, but rather an orphanage." "Most of these children were adopted by my senior brother Yuan Ye before his death. I and my senior brother were originally monks from Talin Temple. The senior brother went out of the temple alone and practiced outside. He took in many children on the road. In order to accommodate these children, he built this Dongming Temple with the support of kind-hearted people. He originally wanted to run an orphanage directly, but it was impossible to approve it due to government regulations, so he only

So this has always been like this." "I came here to help my senior brother a year before his death. I took over this temple after he died. However, because it was not a regular orphanage, I could not get government subsidies. I could only rely on the support of some kind-hearted people. In addition, I would take these children out to beg for alms every once in a while, so I could barely support it. But these children are still young and cannot be allowed to read. Fortunately, with the donor of Feng, they can go to school in a nearby school." After saying goodbye to Mr. Yuan Fu, I walked alone on the way down the mountain, but I felt a little moved.

I didn’t expect that Dongming Temple was such a place. Although Mr. Feng was strange, it seemed that the people were not bad, otherwise he would not have sponsored Dongming Temple for so many years.

However, I also thought of some other thoughts. Although the coffin shop does not want to be tolerated by the world as robbing tombs, it is still a business of dead people. Making money from dead people is a matter of damaging good deeds. Could Mr. Feng be accumulating good deeds for himself?

If I had put it in the past, I would not believe in things like retribution for evil deeds, but after experiencing so much during this period, my thoughts have changed a little bit.

My ancestors killed Qin Shihuang in order to avenge their revenge, cut off the dragon vein of the Qin Dynasty, and disrupted the country. What to say is undoubtedly a matter of disrupting the laws of nature. So, after a thousand years, the curse of a generation will disappear every three generations. Will it also be a kind of retribution?

I shook my head and stopped thinking about those things. Seeing that it was getting late, I speeded up and found a nearby bus stop.

When I returned to the coffin shop, it was already completely dark. I opened the yard door and saw that it was quiet inside, and Mr. Feng's door was still closed.

I walked to his door and knocked on the door: "Mr. Feng, I have been to Dongming Temple and met Yuan Fu's abbot. I have donated all the money you asked me to donate. What did you say before? "The room was silent. I waited for a long time, but there was no reaction. It seemed that the person was not there.

The doors of Mr. Feng’s room were basically just around the corner. I had never seen him locked them, but I didn’t dare to open the door to confirm. I shrugged and went back to my room.

After going back to the room for a while, I went out to eat something, then went back to the room and fell asleep. I worked hard all day and was a little tired.

Although the weather was very hot, there was air conditioning in the room. I lay on the bed with the air conditioning, and there was no quilt covered, so I fell asleep quickly.

I was in a daze and didn't know how long I had been sleeping. I opened my eyes and felt a chill. It seemed that the air conditioner was turning on a bit louder.

I reached out and grabbed the remote control. I was about to turn the temperature down, but I suddenly realized that the air conditioner had turned off at some point.

I scratched my head and was a little surprised. Why is the air conditioner still so cold when it is turned off? Is the temperature difference between day and night in Hunan so big?

"Bang!" At this moment, a loud bang came from the door, as if something was hitting the door, which completely woke me up. I sat up from the bed and stared at the door.

After a while, there was still no movement. I thought about it, got up gently, walked to the door, and listened to it.

However, after listening to it for a while, there was nothing but the cicadas' screams.

But the sound just now was indeed true. How could you hear such a loud sound wrong?

Just as I was about to open the door and go outside to look, a small sound suddenly sounded from outside.

"Hey! Idiot, why are you so careless!" Although the sound was not loud, I could hear it very clearly. It was the voice of a child.

Then another child voice sounded: "It's all your fault. I threw it out when you snatched the ball with me." The third voice sounded, the same child's voice: "Be careful, you two! What should I do if you wake him up?" I suddenly realized that it was probably these children who accidentally hit my door. I thought about the things during the day. It seems that these children were probably the ones in the yard during the day. I didn't catch you during the day, so I can't run away now.

Although these children ran here to play with the ball in the middle of the night, I didn't think much about it, and opened the door and shouted, "What are you doing! Stand for me!" At this moment, I saw a few shadows passing through the yard and rushed into the room diagonally opposite, and the door of the room was closed with a whizz.

What was that just now?

I was stunned for a moment, walked a few steps into the yard, and mentioned something. I lowered my head and saw that it was a colorful ball.

After looking at the room where the shadows just now rushed into, it was the room where the paper man was putting on during the day.

I swallowed, raised my foot and walked over.
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