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On October 5, Ye Zhiran came to Changjia and traveled to Xishan with Feng Hanxuan. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the parking lot at the foot of the West Mountain, Ye Zhiran saw Feng Hanxuan coming out of the car, and immediately strode over, stretched out his hands from a distance, and said, "Feng Shu~ Ji, hard work all the way." ”

In addition to the driver and guards, the two agreed not to take anyone else with them on this revisit.

Feng Hanxuan shook hands with him and said with a smile: "I remember that the first time I met you was in 1990, fifteen years have passed, and I have a flick of my fingers." Xiaoye, the time we can do for the country and the people is actually very limited, and we must have an attitude of seizing the day to face it, so as not to leave regrets. ”

Ye Zhiran nodded and said, "Yes!" Fengshu ~ Ji, you have always been a shining example on my growth path, and I will step on your footsteps to move forward. ”

"Okay, don't talk about flattery, we're here to play today."

Revisiting the old place, full of emotion.

The October sun shines softly on the West Mountain, looking up, the West Mountain is bathed in the sun, like a colorful glow, standing quietly in the sight.

The two of them slowly walked up the mountain road.

Ye Zhiran took up his post in Western Xinjiang this time, and Feng Hanxuan played an important role. On the issue of Ye Zhiran's appointment, the central government has several sets of plans, going to the developed coastal areas, going to southern Fujian Province, and going to Xijiang Province are the three most concentrated opinions, and finally, after multi-party communication, the general secretary ~ the clapper, Ye Zhiran first went to Xijiang Province to take office.

"How? Got an idea? After arriving in Western Xinjiang, what are you going to start from as a cutting point for your work? On the way up the mountain, Feng Hanxuan asked.

"Fengshu ~ Ji, the western territory is vast and the situation is complicated. After I take up my post there, I will first go to various places to conduct research so that I can familiarize myself with Western Xinjiang as soon as possible and integrate into the cultural environment of Western Xinjiang. We should start by improving the people's livelihood, education, and health in western Xinjiang. ”

Feng Hanxuan nodded and said: "Western Xinjiang is a remote area, the transportation is relatively backward, the development of the economy should focus on the priority of improving the material living standards of the people in Western Xinjiang, special attention should be paid to the processing of local specialties in Western Xinjiang, Western Xinjiang is China's grapes, cantaloupe and other fruit production areas, do a good job in the deep processing and sales of these products, to protect the local farmers' positive xingxing, improve economic efficiency is very important." ”

"Well, I'll keep your instructions in mind and give priority to this aspect of work."

"In addition, special attention should be paid to the national issue. National unity has a bearing on the stability of the country and on the country's long-term peace and stability, and we must always keep it in mind, and the fight against terrorism must be combined with the unity of the broadest masses of minority people. ”

"Please Fengshu ~ remember to rest assured, this is an unwavering belief of mine."

When he arrived at the square outside Donglin Temple, Feng Hanxuan reminisced about the past and said with emotion: "Xiaoye, I still remember the first time I went to Xishan, you gave me a tour guide, introduced the history of Donglin Temple, and also introduced the origin of the poem behind this boulder, 'Hebei North Jiangnan is no longer a thing, Zen machine is not over and said Rong Ji' was written by Yao Guangxiao, a political monk in the early Ming Dynasty, right?" ”

"Fengshu ~ remember Xing is good." Ye Zhiran said with a smile: "That was the first time I met a senior leader, and I was in a very excited mood at that time, and I wanted to leave a good impression on you, so I worked very hard." ”

Feng Hanxuan joked: "Hmm, time has passed, now you don't have this mood, right?" ”

Ye Zhiran stood on his heels and said: "Fengshu ~ Ji, my growth path has left your mark everywhere, my work ideas, governing philosophy, and principles of being a person and doing things are a microcosm of you, you will always have the highest status in your heart, and no one can replace you." ”

That sounds a bit ...... Fleshy and numb, but in fact, it is very objective. Feng Hanxuan naturally understands this, in terms of SI people's feelings, in Ye Zhiran's mind, he may not be as strong as Tang Guoqiang; But in terms of political influence, it far exceeds Tang Guoqiang, which Feng Hanxuan is very confident in.

"Let's go, when you get to Donglin Temple, you have to go to see the bitter monk."

Walking into Donglin Temple, I happened to see the little monk Huikong coming out of the wing. As soon as Huikong saw Ye Zhiran, he recited "Amitabha", and said movingly: "Master Ye, Master Ye has been chanting a few times, saying that you should come in the next few days." ”

Ye Zhiran was stunned, this old monk was playing tricks again! Seeing the sadness of Huikongshen, he was even more full of questions.

"Two donors, please." Huikong led the way and led them into the wings.

When Ye Zhiran saw the bitter monk, his heart was shocked. The bitter monk still has white eyebrows, but the description is withered, and at a glance, he knows that the oil lamp is about to run out.

The bitter monk smiled slightly, and said, "Master Feng, Master Ye, the monk knows that you will come in the next two days, and he has been waiting for you." ”

Ye Zhiran looked back at Feng Hanxuan and said to the bitter monk: "Master, could it be that you really have the ability to be an unpredictable prophet. ”

The bitter monk smiled slightly and said: "Everything in the world can be summed up in two words, one is 'fate', the other is 'fruit'...... The two donors, the monk, accompany you to see the maple tree outside the temple. ”

Outside Donglin Temple, there are dozens of ancient maple trees that are hundreds of years old, and the canopy is like an umbrella. At this time, the maple leaves have been blown red by the autumn wind, and the red leaves and yellow walls are the most beautiful scenery in Xishan.

Huikong supported the bitter monk and walked slowly to the maple forest.

Walking into the maple forest, the bitter monk panted and said: "Feng donor, Ye donor, you look at this maple leaf, dressed up in the West Mountain, but he has been lonely in the wind for hundreds of years, and after his life has come to an end, he has fallen to the ground and become a fertilizer fertile land." This has been the case for hundreds of years, maintaining its original appearance. How many people in the world can always uphold their original intentions and work for the welfare of others? ”

Turning his head, he glanced at Feng Hanxuan and Ye Zhiran.

It seems that there is something in the words.

Ye Zhiran felt that the monk's eyes were empty, but he seemed to be able to see the bottom of his heart all the time. Seeing him again, he was like a candle in the wind, shaking, and could be extinguished at any time, and there was an indescribable thing in his heart, and he sighed: "Master Kude, you have been promoting Buddhism all your life, promoting good and suppressing evil, purifying people's hearts, encouraging the courage of the poor people to live, the hope of living, and countless people, which can be called the completion of merit." ”

Feng Hanxuan was also resonated by the words of the bitter monk, and said: "The master has done good deeds for others all his life, and the people of the Quartet will respect you as a living bodhisattva in the world, and you will always remain in the hearts of the people of Changjia." ”

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I remember the first time you two came to Donglin Temple together, the monk said a word...... The monk practiced in the temple, and the donor practiced in the officialdom, although the place of practice was different, but they were different from each other. What's more, a monk's good thought can only touch a few people, but a donor's good thought is countless living people. Officialdom is a place to do great good deeds...... Now that the two of you are in high positions, a good thought and a good deed can affect thousands of people, and a greedy thought and an evil thought can harm the interests of millions of people. Feng donor, Ye donor, should think of the common people in the world! If you do more good deeds and do no evil deeds, the world will be very fortunate, and the people will be very fortunate. ”

The bitter monk seemed to have finally said the last few words in his heart, so he was a little moved.

When he said this, he bowed down and bowed down.

His body was about to run out of lamp oil, and this bow, it looked like he might be blown down by the wind at any time, Ye Zhiran hurriedly took a step, helped the bitter monk, and said, "Why did the master make this great gift?" Fengshu ~ has been teaching me that I must always have the people in my heart and seek benefits for the people after I embarked on my official career. Master, please rest assured that in my lifetime, I will definitely care about the well-being of the people and strive to do more useful work for the country and the people. ”

The bitter monk smiled: "I'll rest assured." This is the last time the monk will meet the two of you, these few words are not unpleasant, and it is for this reason that the monk has been delayed until today and can't bear to let go. People from all over the world often say that monks are effective, in fact, they can 'look at qi' and judge a person's future. ”

After a pause, he said in a tricky way: "If you two are the leaders of the next two generations of Huaxia Kingdom, the country will create brilliance in the 20 years you have been in power, which is the blessing of the people of the world." ”

Ye Zhiran hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Why did the master say this? In the future, it is indeed a blessing for the country to take the leadership of Fengshu ~ Ji to the highest level, and I can do a little practical work that is beneficial to the people under the leadership of Fengshu ~ Ji, and I will be worthy of this life. ”

The bitter monk pointed to this maple forest and said: "The monk has long said that although the two of you are divided and combined, they are closely linked in the end, maple leaves, maple leaves, maple leaves, maple leaves, maple leaves." ”

Ye Zhiran saw that the monk was weak, and he was already out of breath when he said these words, and he didn't analyze his words, and said: "Master Kude, your body is weak, and the wind is strong outside, let's go back to the temple." ”

The bitter monk sat down, smiled on his face, and said, "Amitabha, after seeing the last meeting of the two, the monk has no worries. Anzen does not need mountains and rivers, but extinguishes the fire in the heart. Amitabha. ”

With a smile on his face, he sat under a large tree in the ancient maple forest.

Ye Zhiran and Feng Hanxuan watched his smile condense on their faces, and a bad feeling swelled in their hearts.

Monk Huikong lowered his head and called "Master" twice, the bitter monk was silent, stretched out his finger to probe the end of the monk's nose, knelt down with a puff, and cried loudly: "Master is sitting down!" Master has passed away! ”

Kneel on the ground and kowtow "bang".

This exclamation alarmed the birds in the canopy, and the "fluttering edge" flew up, glanced at the air, and then flew away.

The autumn wind blew, and a large piece of maple leaves fell down, floating on the bodies of Feng Hanxuan and Ye Zhiran, and also on the bodies of the bitter monks......

In the temple, soon there were monks and people who came to burn incense poured out, and when they heard the bitterness, the monks sat down and knelt in the maple forest.

Feng Hanxuan and Ye Zhiran obviously didn't expect to encounter such a thing when they went up the mountain this time, watching the smile on the face of the bitter monk condense into eternity, and walked very peacefully, and then remembered that he said that he had dragged on until now just to say these few words to them, and a heavy thing surged in his heart at the same time.

A gust of wind blew, and more maple leaves fell down, floating on Feng Hanxuan and Ye Zhiran's bodies, and suddenly, when the bell rang in Donglin Temple, the sound spread far away......

The mountains are full of earthquakes, and they are all bells.

[End of text]

[According to the outline, there are about 1.5 million words, but I can't write it up now, maybe one day, Nan Xian will start writing the second part from Ye Zhiran as vice governor, maybe. 】

[After the text, there is a postscript explaining Ye Zhiran's direction and the endings of other main characters in the book. Thank you friends for your long-term support, thank you from the bottom of my heart, and love you. 】rs！。