Ye Zhiran went to Xishan this time, and the purpose was completely different from Shen Rong and others. He just treats the bitter monk as an old friend who has known him for many years, and thanks to the old monk for letting him avoid a life-and-death disaster, and the piece of jade he sent has been hanging around his neck, and he also receives tea from the bitter monk every year, from this point of view, the bitter monk is his best friend in Buddhism.

But it's one thing to be a close friend, it's another thing to be bitter to be a monk, and as an atheist, he never believes in such psychological implications. He can be admired incomparably because of the bitterness of the monk Buddha and his incomparable eloquence, but people like Wang Jingyu and Shen Rong are stupid and stupid because of his words, which makes him feel a little ridiculous.

When Shen Rong finished asking about himself, Ye Zhiran shook his head with a smile and said, "Master Kude, the world is about to treat you as a living bodhisattva, and any word you say will make people happy and worried." and Shen Rong sometimes admired, sometimes thoughtful, I feel a little ridiculous when I look at it. ”

Wang Jingyu couldn't help but say: "Xiao Ye, don't take it too seriously, the master of bitterness is a high-ranking monk, and his insight is superb, you can't believe it all, and you can't believe it." ”

Ye Zhiran smiled: "I am a complete atheist. ”

The bitter monk's face was like an ancient well, and he said calmly: "Master Ye, let me tell you a story." Nan Yin was a Zen master in the Meiji era of Japan. One day, a university professor came to him to ask him about Zen, and he only treated him with tea. He poured the tea into the guest's cup until it was full, then continued to pour it again. The professor watched as the tea overflowed out of the cup until he could no longer be silent, and finally said, 'It's already overflowing, don't pour it anymore!' ''You're like this cup.'' Nan Yin replied, "It is full of your own views and thoughts." Why don't you empty your own cup first, so how can I say Zen to you? ’”

Ye Zhiran was stunned.

Wang Jingyu said with a smile: "The story of the master is well told, Xiao Ye is the professor, and his head is full of preconceived things. How can we comprehend the master's subtlety? Some people try to believe in the unknowable, while others like to beat them to death with a stick, saying that it is all false. ”

The bitter monk was very compassionate, nodded and said: "Amitabha, good, the king is my Buddha's person." ”

Ye Zhiran glanced at Wang Jingyu with some surprise. I didn't expect her to have such a tacit understanding with the Kude monk, and couldn't help laughing: "Master Kude, do you remember that you don't practice meditation, why is the words you are talking about now a little profound, and even with a layer of Zen?" ”

On this day, because I had just finished the Dharma. The bitter monk wears a red robe, white hair and white eyebrows, quite a sense of the vicissitudes of the ancient road, sits in the south in the Yuantong Treasure Palace, faintly seems to have the appearance of a Buddha.

He smiled slightly, as if he intended to ignite Ye Zhiran, and said, "I'll tell you another story." A disciple asked the Buddha. 'I can't see what you say about Elysium, how can I believe it?' The Buddha took his disciple into a dark room and told him, 'There's a hammer in the corner.' No matter whether the disciple's eyes widened or narrowed, he still couldn't see his five fingers, so he had to say that I couldn't see. The Buddha lit a candle, and sure enough, there was a hammer in the corner. The Buddha asked, you can't see it. Does it not exist? ”

At this moment, even Zhang Liren laughed and said, "What the master said is very reasonable, it seems that Xiao Ye is really blind." ”

Ye Zhiran shook his head, this old monk! Quite a good talker!

The bitter monk said, "I'll tell you one last story...... Legend has it that Su Dongpo, a scholar of the Song Dynasty, traveled to the West Lake with his literary friends. The literati invited famous prostitutes from Suzhou and Hangzhou to accompany them to drink and have fun. During the banquet, I saw Qin Cao talking elegantly, and intentionally tempered her. After a conversation, Su Dongpo said to her, 'The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, so we don't ask questions and answers without asking about identity, I am a Zen master, how about you try to participate in Zen?' He bowed down and gladly agreed. Su Dongpo asked in the tone of a Zen master, 'May I ask the donor, what is the scenery in the lake?' Qin Cao replied after thinking about it, "The skirt drags six Xiaoxiang waters, and the bun pulls a section of clouds in Wushan." Su Dongpo said, "Very good, what is the scene of people?" Qin Cao immediately replied, "Jin Le Ma hissed in the grassland, and the people in the Yulou were drunk with apricot blossoms." Su Dongpo couldn't turn around and asked urgently, "Glory, wealth, and joy, what can happen in the end?" Qin Cao suddenly woke up, hesitated for a while, and replied sadly, "Zen master, how do you ask?" It's not that the cars and horses are sparse in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businesswoman. Su Dongpo said sincerely, "Why don't you turn back, isn't there a quiet place except for the house?" ''Except for the door?'' Out of the house, yes! I know where to go. Qin Cao's heart suddenly brightened, and he bowed deeply to Su Dongpo and turned away. A few days later, Qin Cao broke away from the bustard's mother's control and left home. Some people say that officials are like prostitutes, and how many dignitaries and dignitaries will end up after they are glorious and rich? Food for thought. ”

After the monk finished telling this story, he picked up the mallet in his hand and knocked it lightly on the wooden fish.

Ye Zhiran was shocked, and the monk was so bitter that he probably saw the newspaper a few days ago that a high-ranking provincial and ministerial-level official was executed for corruption, and he used this incident to ignite these officials.

There are gods in the head, and you must put yourself in the right position as an official, if you are not greedy enough and do not control your own **, the end is indeed very sad.

Monk Huikong and others entered the hall to clean up the utensils arranged during the practice in the hall, and saw a group of people sitting on the futon listening to the bitter monk talk about Zen, and couldn't help but raise their palms one by one and chanted "Amitabha".

Ye Zhiran said seriously: "I love to hear the story of the master, officials must cultivate themselves and care about the well-being of the people in the world, otherwise it is better to escape into the empty door like Qin Cao." ”

The bitter monk smiled and said: "Master Ye, you are practicing the worldly law, the special law is of the same origin, and you are also a disciple of my Buddhism, good, good." ”

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Out of the temple gate, Wang Jingyu still sighed a lot, and said: "Ye Shu ~ remember, the bitter monk is a monk who has attained the Tao, although the stories told are easy to understand, but the Dharma is profound, don't take it too seriously." Even if his Yi language can be explained over and over again, his eye for understanding people is absolutely clever. I know about the Qi language that some of the Kude masters said to you and Fengshu~ji in the early years. You can't say it's all blind, right? ”

Ye Zhiran touched something in the depths of his mind because of the stories told by the bitter monk, and some things had changed subconsciously, and he said, "Don't believe too much." ”

"Do not believe in all your heart, nor do you believe in disbelief. That's my attitude. Wang Jingyu stroked her hair, went down the mountain side by side with Ye Zhiran, and said, "Today is a worthwhile trip." ”

After going down the mountain, Ye Zhiran said to Cheng Guang in the parking lot: "Cheng Shu~Ji, I want to go to Mashi Town Economic Community to have a look, so there is no need for so many people to follow, you let the comrades in Changjia County go back, you and Zhong Ping can accompany us over." ”

Cheng Guang naturally obeyed Taiwan's orders.

The reform of the Mashi Town Economic District is the first key initiative of Ye Zhiran's journey. At that time, the tax incentive policy caused a variety of different voices in the province, if it were not for the support of Feng Hanxuan, Tang Guoqiang and others, I am afraid that it would have died long ago. If this happens, his career may also be rewritten, at least the development path will not be so smooth.

Today, Mashi Town Economic District is still the leading township-level economic community in Jianan City, and it is the main pillar of Mashi Town's economy. After nearly ten years of development, more than 3,600 enterprises have settled in the economic zone at this time, and many enterprises have developed and grown.

As soon as Ye Zhiran, Shen Rong, Zhong and others walked into the office hall of the economic community, several old employees in the economic community immediately recognized them.

Ye Zhiran is the biggest official in Ma Shi Town to go out, plus he had the feat of killing "Liang Li" in the early years, he has always been a hero in the mouth of the people of Ma Shi Town, and suddenly saw him and Shen Rong and others appear in the office hall, and the old employees were a little excited. Then they walked up one by one and greeted them warmly.

"Ye Shu ~ Ji, I heard that you are now the secretary of the Shao'an Municipal Party Committee ~ Ji, is it true?" Ye Zhiran's movements have always been one of the topics that the people of Changjia are concerned about.

"Ye Shu ~ Ji, why did you come to the economic community today?"

"Ye Shu~ Ji, we often talk about your deeds, you have done a lot of great things in Watergate County and Shao'an City, we all know it."

Ye Zhiran smiled and shook hands with them one by one, he had a good memory, and he could still name a few of them. In the early years, for the development of the economic community, these people used to offer suggestions and suggestions when they held the Zhuge Liang Conference.

Ye Zhiran called the secretary of the Party Committee of Mashi Town~ Zhong Ping to ask about the income of the employees of the economic community, and heard that the economic income of the employees of the community is still at the high end of Changjia County, nodded and said: "Comrades, you are all heroes of the economic community, at the beginning, Shen Rong and Zhong Ping often have meetings with everyone, that is, to do a good job in the economic community, to improve the economy of Mashi Town, and improve everyone's income. ”

Excited, excited, the employees of the economic community are rejoicing.

Ye Zhiran asked about the whereabouts of several middle-level cadres back then.

Zhong Ping answered one by one, and these cadres have been promoted and are now playing a role in different positions. Ye Zhiran said with a smile: "Zhong Shu ~ Ji, it is rare to meet you today, and invite the comrades of the economic community to go to the Wangshan Hotel for dinner in the evening. ”

The office hall burst into applause.

The current municipal party committee secretary ~ remembered to invite them to dinner, this glory is enough for them to blow for a while!

That night, seven tables of wine were placed in the lobby of Wangshan Restaurant, and the cadres of Shao'an, the main leaders of Changjia County, the leaders of Mashi Town, and the employees of the economic community gathered together.

In front of the clerks of the Mashi Town Economic Community, Ye Zhiran, Wang Jingyu, Shen Rong and others all forgot their roles for the time being, clinking glasses with everyone at one table, and the atmosphere was indescribably warm.