Monk Yunqing looked troubled and said: "These monks are easy to talk about. Monks have no home in the first place. They travel all over the world, and they are home wherever they go. The key is that although the halls and buildings of Tianhua Temple were burned down, there are still large areas left here. paddy fields, dry land, mountains, forests, and tidal flats. This is the property left by the ancestors of the past generations. It cannot be carried away or carried, so what should we do with it? Besides, hundreds of us flocked to Yuelin Temple at once. The land of Yuelin Temple is limited. How can we feed so many people?”
He smiled at this and said: "Relax, great monk, I have also thought about this problem. Isn't there a precedent for setting up a farm in the Zen Forest? We might as well organize the property of Tianhua Temple into a farm and appoint one person to be the owner of the farm. , wouldn’t it be possible to ensure the monks’ food and clothing by handing over the grain and property harvested every year to Yuelin Temple?”
Yun Qing still had a gloomy look on his face, and sighed and said: "Since the Zen Jungle has a farm, because it is far away from the temple, it is difficult for the owner to effectively monitor it, and there are many disadvantages. If the people are not used well, at least, money and food will be lost. It can enrich one's own pockets; in worse cases, it can lead to disharmony between superiors and subordinates, and constant disputes and disputes; or even lack of discipline and corrupt precepts... Therefore, I am very afraid of becoming a sinner for the ages."
Qi Shi is a born optimist, and he still said cheerfully: "You can't place your hopes on the success or failure of employees. The key is the system. Without rules, there is no square. People of the previous generation said that Mazu built a jungle and built a hundred feet. Clear rules. It is the increasing perfection of the clear rules of the jungle that provides the fundamental guarantee for the prosperity and development of Zen. Therefore, currently, nine out of ten monks have returned to Zen. Some people say: 'The way of the Buddha is made clear by Bodhidharma; the things of the Buddha , Prepare with Baizhang.’ Therefore, we must learn from the experience of Baizhang Huaihai and establish a complete system for the farm to ensure that the power of the farm owner is supervised and controlled.”
Yun Qing was inspired and said excitedly: "Yes, yes, we can set up the deputy villager (second village owner), supervisor, Jiagan (village A) and other professional titles under the village owner, and then hire villagers. Farming with villagers , Jia Gan Admiral, supervises the rent collection, each takes charge of his own affairs, and controls each other. This can not only save fees, but also prevent problems before they occur. Okay, great!"
After Yun Qing celebrated the festival, he said: "However, the position of the village owner is still very important. Especially here, the farm is a new one, and everything is waiting to be done. It is really... you see..."
Qi Ji laughed and said: "Master monk, please don't set a trap for me to fall into. I understand that from beginning to end, your main intention is to let me be the owner of the village. I... "
Yun Qing didn't wait for him to say anything more, quickly clasped his hands and bowed, and said: "Thank you Qi for sharing my worries and solving my problems. The position of owner of the village belongs to you."
Having said that, Qi Cheng did his part and took on this difficult task.
Monk Yunqing said: "The fate of Tianhua Temple has become a thing of the past. The property and monks have all returned to Yuelin Temple. Therefore, the newly established farm should be called Yuelin Village."
Qi Zhi led five or six young monks who volunteered to stay, cleared a clearing in the ruins of Tianhua Temple, dug out a batch of stones from the smoking ashes, cut down some trees, spread them with straw, and built three thatched huts. got up. They have a roof over their heads.
From then on, Qi became the owner of Yuelin Village.
Build a dojo with empty fists, and the golden light of the Buddha's sun will reappear with the sound of the ocean waves;
The world was turned into ashes, and Yuelin Village was rebuilt from the ruins of Tianhua.
After several years of hard work by Qi Zhi and several junior brothers, a farm with complete production and storage facilities was finally built on the ruins of Tianhua Temple.
One day, Qi Zhi carried a Zen staff on his shoulder and carried the cloth bag that was always with him on the head of the staff. As usual, he climbed up the ridge behind Yuelin Village and patrolled the mountains and forests.
After walking around in the mountains, he sat on a high ridge and took a rest while admiring the wonderful scenery between the mountains and the sea.
On the hillside, there are lush and green trees all over the mountain. A breeze blows, the forest waves burst into bursts, and the green waves roll like the ocean tide; when the wind stops, the trees stand still and turn into jasper for the sky.
At the foot of the mountain, there are endless rice fields, layer upon layer, filled with clear water, reflecting crystal light.
The beautiful sun in the sky shines on the earth without intention; the paddy fields on the ground reflect the celestial phenomena without intention - no matter how the wind and clouds change, the sun and the moon alternate, I will remain calm and unmoving, and remain calm and calm.
On the seaside, the waves surged, the tides ebb and flow; the waves flew and rolled up thousands of piles of snow. The tide comes and goes with confidence, but the waves bloom but are impermanent.
With a clear Zen heart, you can read the beautiful scenery quietly, and the mountains and seas can speak of the vicissitudes of life without words.
Suddenly, Qi Jin saw people coming and going in an endless stream on the road outside Yuelin Village, and on the ferry, there were even more people gathering in groups.
There are so many people carrying old and young people, carrying large and small packages, in a hurry and in a panic. What is going on?
He hurried back to Yuelin Village and appointed a smart young monk to inquire about it. It turned out that those people were people fleeing from Yuezhou. It was said that Huang Chao's army was about to attack Yuezhou City. In order to avoid the war, people hurriedly abandoned their homes and fled.
At the end of the Tang Dynasty, officials were fatuous, warlords were brutal, and the people were in dire straits. As a result, hungry people everywhere revolted. The largest among them was the rebel army raised by Wang Xianzhi from Puzhou in Changyuan in the first year of Qianfu of Emperor Xizong of Tang Dynasty (AD 874).
The next year, he received a response from Huang Chao, a scholar who had been wrongfully dismissed. He was even more powerful, and his officers and soldiers were invincible. The rebels marched across the north of the Yangtze River, as if they were entering uninhabited territory. In the third year of Yue, Wang Xianzhi died in battle in Huangmei. Huang Chao became the leader of the rebel army, known as the "Soaring General", with his sharp edge directed towards the prosperous Jiangnan. He first sent General Cao Xiong's army to attack Huzhou, and then personally led the army to eastern Zhejiang and attacked Yuezhou...
As a result, the people of Yuezhou fled, and some people fled to the southeast coast. Qiucun Ferry, where Yuelin Village is located, became the only place for them to cross the bay and continue their journey south.
The world is in turmoil, and those in the most miserable situation are the displaced and homeless refugees.
From that day on, Qi Jin ordered the young monks in Yuelin Village to steam more dry food, put it into his cloth bag, carry it to the intersection, and distribute it to the passing refugees.
These outsiders did not know the name of Qiche, and they only recognized the cloth bag that could only save people from hunger and survival, so they all called Qichi "Budai Monk".
From then on, the title "Budai Monk" gradually replaced his dharma title and became his most commonly used title.
Early that morning, Budai monk Qi Zhi came to the ferry to check on the current situation of the refugees.
He saw a group of people gathered around the roadside, bargaining and buying something. He separated from the crowd and suddenly saw a little girl with a straw mark on her head!
Oh my god, this is buying and selling people! This seven or eight-year-old girl is going to be treated as a target and betrayed!
Budai monk felt that this little girl looked familiar and hurriedly walked over. The little girl who was crying silently also saw him. Like a drowning person who suddenly found a straw, she knelt down and cried out: "Budai monk, help me quickly."
Budai monk recognized it. This was a little girl he had rescued yesterday.
Just as he was about to help the girl, a middle-aged man picked her up and pulled her towards a heavily made-up woman like an animal.
While struggling desperately, the girl begged: "Dad, I will never say I'm hungry again, don't betray me! Dad, please, even if I starve to death, I will be with you..."
People on the side couldn't bear to watch, and all turned their heads and sighed.
A burst of heart-wrenching sadness welled up in Budai monk's chest, and hot tears blurred his vision.
Regardless of the rule that monks cannot physically touch the opposite sex, he stepped forward to hug the girl and snatched her from the middle-aged man's hands.
The middle-aged man was stunned and said, "Monk, why are you robbing my daughter?"
The Budai monk snorted disdainfully and said, "You still know that she is your daughter? Then why did you sell her?"
The middle-aged man's face turned red and he said nothing. The Budai monk continued to ask: "If you trade your own flesh and blood as kittens or puppies, are you still a human being?"
The middle-aged man sighed and squatted on the ground.
Seeing this, the gorgeous woman came forward and said, "Big-bellied monk, if you don't chant sutras in the temple, why are you dragging someone else's little girl?"
Budai monk took half a step back to avoid the thick powdery smell on her body, and then asked: "Who are you? You can't be her mother, right?"
The woman smiled and said, "If I am her mother, are you her father?"
After all, Budai monk was only twenty-one or twelve years old, so she made him blush. The woman continued: "Although I am not her mother, I will be her mother from now on - her father has sold her to me..."
