"Director Chen, the inspection is over, why don't we go to Yuhua Mountain to have a look." Zhu Wudao had not yet communicated with Chen Qingyun alone, and tried to persuade Chen Qingyun from the bottom of his heart.
Chen Qingyun was elated when he heard this. He knew that there must be many leaders attending the Fahua event in Yuhua Mountain, but this matter was not on the table. If he was accompanied by local leaders, there was no need to make any excuses.
Before Chen Qingyun could express his position, Luo Chenyu spoke: "Director Chen and I still have five days to rush to Pingzhou to attend the Spring Fair. Tomorrow's itinerary will be arranged by local comrades."
Another leader expressed his position, and Chen Qingyun only had to nod. He understood very well that Luo Chenyu went to Yuhua Mountain to predict good or bad luck in a happy mood.
From Chen Qingyun's heart, what he wanted most was to go to Yuhua Mountain accompanied by Xu Hongzhang and relive the charm of their trip together.
Given Chen Qingyun's current status, it would be inappropriate for him to go to Yuhua Mountain to attend the Fahua Festival, whether as a pilgrim or a tourist. Being accompanied by local leaders is already in the name of an inspection.
At this time, Chen Qingyun understood why leaders like to be superficial and deceive others. Only in this way, the image of the leader, even if he does things he shouldn't do, is still tall and glorious.
Ordinary people will never know the difficulties of being a leader. In fact, this group is the most tired mentally.
The next day, more than a dozen vehicles drove into Yuhua Mountain. Under the control of various moods, they began this mysterious journey.
Yuhua Mountain is one of the top ten 5A-level scenic spots in China. Normally, there are many tourists, but today is even different. The convoy has not yet entered the mountain, but it can already be felt that tourists are pouring into Yuhua Mountain like a tide.
Today's tourists mostly walk, get off the bus at the foot of the mountain, and flock to the main peak of Yuhua Mountain with pious faces.
Chen Qingyun's impression of Yuhua Mountain is still that of ten years ago. Although there were many tourists at that time, the main way to get to the various scenic spots was by walking. But it is different now, with roads built to the peak.
"Director Chen, you came here ten years ago, right? It used to take several days to visit the main attractions, but it is different now. There are shuttle buses to and from each attraction. With one pass, you can visit in one day.
I can basically see Yuhua Mountain.”
They were riding in a Mercedes-Benz van, and Pang Zhongcheng sat next to Chen Qingyun and introduced him to him along the way.
Chen Qingyun knew that most of the construction of the scenic spot was built during Pang Zhongcheng's tenure. The proud look on Pang Zhongcheng's face completely betrayed him.
"There are so many tourists today that cars can only park in the parking lot halfway up the mountain. If you go to the main peak, please take this opportunity to exercise."
Wan Shicheng, who was clearing the way, stopped the Mercedes-Benz and got into the car to explain why he couldn't go on. This man has always been smooth and his words made everyone feel comfortable.
When Teng Xun strictly ordered Chen Qingyun to be arrested, Wan Shicheng, the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, led two policemen to bring Chen Qingyun back to Yuhua. He never abused Chen Qingyun along the way. When we meet today, everyone can
happy.
Keep a thin line in your life so that you can meet each other easily in the future. This saying is confirmed by Wan Shicheng today, and it is not too much at all.
Luo Chenyu's excitement has not passed yet, and he is eager to climb the main peak of Yuhua Mountain: "Others can go, why can't we?"
Wan Shicheng glanced at Luo Chenyu's beer belly worriedly and said nothing. He just arranged for two policemen to make a special trip to accompany Luo Chenyu.
Coming out of the parking lot, several sedan bearers gathered around Luo Chenyu and his entourage to promote business. At the foot of the car and boat shop, he was the best at observing colors. Luo Chenyu and his entourage were very impressive, and the bearers did not want to miss the opportunity.
Wan Shicheng wanted to persuade Luo Chenyu to ride in a sedan, but Luo Chenyu respected his status and refused to sit in a sedan, so everyone could only walk up the mountain with him.
Not far from the parking lot, Chen Qingyun saw that the scenery in front of him was very familiar. It turned out that he had arrived at Yuquantan. Luo Chenyu was eager to reach the main peak and refused to stop. Chen Qingyun whispered a few words to Zhu Wudao and walked towards Yuquantan.
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Wan Shicheng wanted to send police to follow Chen Qingyun, but he refused. Chen Qingyun's purpose was to see if the mysterious old monk in the small temple next to Yuquantan was still in the temple.
"It's easy to practice in public." Back then, the old monk said a lot to Chen Qingyun, but what he remembered most was the old monk's erratic voice when he went out.
Cultivation, thinking of these words, Chen Qingyun only smiled silently. Bai Yunzi told Chen Qingyun that both joining the world and leaving the world are necessary processes for cultivators. Become outside the world to practice internal skills, and join the world to practice external skills.
Indispensable.
Chen Qingyun did not expect that as soon as he turned around from the edge of the pool, he saw a stooped old monk standing in front of the small temple with a solemn expression.
"Amitabha, I and the donor have met again."
The old monk's words were shocking and frightened Chen Qingyun. He calmed down and clasped his hands together: "Master, do you know me?"
"The donor came to the small temple ten years ago, and I knew that there would be a day of reunion. Today, I had a whim, and the Buddha made it clear that a powerful layman should come to worship the Buddha."
What the old monk said was so mysterious that Chen Qingyun couldn't believe it. But he didn't pay attention to what the old monk said. He followed the old monk into the main hall of the small temple and prostrated himself in front of the Buddha statue.
"Congratulations to the benefactor for his condensed image and the gradual growth of the canopy. He will surely be able to aspire to the throne in the future."
The old monk became more and more mysterious as he spoke, but Chen Qingyun couldn't believe it: "Master, Qingyun is not here to inquire about the future, he is here specifically to pay homage to the Buddha."
"Everything has its own destiny, and it is not the reason why the donor asked." The old monk was not moved by Chen Qingyun's words: "The old monk has a saying: If you give up, you will gain. If you give up a high peak, you will have a higher realm.
Waiting for the donor.”
Chen Qingyun couldn't understand it anymore, and smiled to himself: "Master, Qingyun has a companion waiting for you in front, so you can't stay for a long time." Then he took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills and said: "I have some incense, Master, please add some sesame oil in front of the Buddha.
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The old monk took the banknotes and then took out a booklet: "The donor has a predestined relationship with the Buddha. This Diamond Sutra is in the collection of the small temple. I met the donor today and will never meet again. I hope the donor will always recite it."
When Chen Qingyun saw the old monk giving the scriptures as a gift, he did not dare to neglect. He went back to the Yuquan Lake, washed his hands and face, then returned to the main hall of the small temple and received the Diamond Sutra respectfully.
"Thank you, Master. Could you please light a lamp and offer it in front of the Buddha?" Chen Qingyun then took out the cash he had brought with him, totaling more than 30,000 yuan, and handed it all to the old monk.
If you don't have money, the law won't work. Chen Qingyun has understood this trick since he was a child.
At this time, Luo Chenyu and his party had arrived at the main peak. After walking for nearly an hour, Luo Chenyu couldn't walk any longer. He could no longer care about his identity, so he had to take a sedan chair to climb the mountain.
Zhu Wudao, Pang Zhongcheng and others were in awe and did not dare to sit in a sedan chair. They insisted on walking and sweated profusely to the main peak of Yuhua Mountain.
The main hall of the main peak is not at the summit, but on the large platform close to the summit. When Luo Chenyu and his party arrived at the temple, many pilgrims had gathered in the square in front of the temple, busy burning incense and lighting candles for the Bodhisattva.
More than a dozen monks in cassocks were waiting in front of the temple. When they saw Luo Chenyu and his entourage, they quickly came forward to greet them.
The abbot holding a tin staff, an old monk wearing a red cassock embroidered with gold thread and a solemn face, walked slowly to Luo Chenyu and others: "I feel something in my heart. I know that a distinguished guest is coming, so I greet you at the mountain gate."
Wait."
Luo Chenyu looked back at Yu Haibo in confusion. Yu Haibo took two steps and came to Luo Chenyu and said softly: "The county committee has no contact with the temple and has not notified it."
When Luo Chenyu heard this, he was very happy and followed the old monk to the Main Hall.
"Several benefactors are standing in front of me. They are very wealthy and powerful people in the world. I met the benefactors because of their close relationship. I have some unpleasant words. I wonder if the benefactors are willing to hear them."
Luo Chenyu was really happy when he saw the old monk was so respectful: "Master, please speak, we are all ears."
The old monk first came to Luo Chenyu and clasped his hands together: "Donor, please forgive me for my false words: advance and retreat with solid foundation, stick to your heart, stay away from traitors, and have a worry-free future."
Luo Chenyu didn't know why, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and his expression and appearance seemed to be vague for a moment.
The old monk did not stay in front of Luo Chenyu, but turned to Pang Zhongcheng: "Respect the benefactor and have noble people to help you. If the opportunity comes, cut it off when it's time to ensure a bright future."
The old monk went around in a circle, and everyone gained something. Everyone was immersed in their own words and did not pay attention to Luo Chenyu's reaction.
Luo Chenyu doesn't know anything. Some of today's officials don't have respect for Feng Shui and the like. Especially for Buddhism, they regard Buddhism as if it is nothing, but secretly find time to worship Buddha. What Buddhism says about transporting the canopy is not
Totally a good thing.
When great fortune comes, there will be some misfortune. It is impossible to make it through the vast sea and sky, but it is unknown if you fail and fall. This is in the same vein as what Yi Li said about change.
The old monk walked around in a circle, and suddenly a look of joy appeared on his face: "Today, a noble person has arrived. I forgive my indifference, but I need to go to the mountain gate to welcome him."
Everyone was shocked that someone with a higher status than themselves came to Yuhua Mountain. Everyone had their own thoughts and followed the old monk.
A surprising thing happened. A chic and elegant young man came to the square. The old monk greeted the young man with a happy face.
Everyone stared in front of them in disbelief. They saw Chen Qingyun clasping his hands together and greeting the old monk who came forward.
"The donor came to Yuhua, and I came here to welcome you under the guidance of my Buddha."
Chen Qingyun was shocked and clasped his hands together: "Master Abbot's words are serious, Qingyun cannot bear it."
"The Buddha's light looms, the purple mist lingers, the dragon walks and the tiger steps, the donor is the body of the Nine-Five Supreme Being. Yuhua is lucky to be cared for by the donor. However, the purple mist brings evil, the donor's future will be full of hardships, and there will be a big disaster, please bear in mind."
If the old monk hadn't said that the purple mist brought evil spirits, Chen Qingyun would have believed one or two things in his joy. There were too many liars in China, and there were also many people selling sheep's heads as dog meat in the pure land of Buddhism. Chen Qingyun felt relieved.
"Master Abbot, please help yourself. Qingyun will burn incense and worship Buddha. I don't dare to delay Master's Dharma Flower Ceremony."
"The donor is a rare distinguished guest in Yuhua Mountain for hundreds of years. In the eyes of my Buddha, all living beings are equal, but I cannot jump out of the three realms. When I see the donor, I am naturally happy."
Xu Hongzhang was just a few feet away. Chen Qingyun summoned Xu Hongzhang and first borrowed 20,000 banknotes and handed them to the old monk: "Qingyun is lucky enough to meet at a grand gathering in the Baosha Temple. I can use some incense to add oil in front of the Buddha."
The old monk muttered words, as subtle as ants' chatter. Chen Qingyun's hearing was far better than ordinary people, and he clearly heard the old monk's blessings, which actually included the words "I am going to a foreign country, may the Buddha protect me." Seeing that the old monk's expression did not seem to be fake,
Chen Qingyun couldn't help but be shocked.
Chen Qingyun's Qi-gazing technique can accurately determine whether the person he is talking to is lying. The old monk in front of him is actually very sincere.
Chen Qingyun was confused by what was happening in front of him: Could it be that he really has the honor of being the supreme person in the 95th Five-Year Plan? No, in modern society, there is no such thing as being the supreme person in the 95th Five-Year Plan. Even if he becomes the president of the country, he is not the same as the supreme person in the 95th Five-Year Plan.
concept.
Luo Chenyu and others also came to Chen Qingyun. They did not hear what the Ninth Five-Year Supreme Master said. They only heard the words "a distinguished guest rarely seen in hundreds of years". Then the old monk prayed for Chen Qingyun devoutly. Everyone
They were all surprised and suspicious.
The old monk quickly finished his prayer and respectfully took the big banknote from Chen Qingyun's hand: "Donor, please, the Lotus Festival will begin soon. Please give me your blessing."
The eyes of Luo Chenyu and others looking at Chen Qingyun are brilliant: Luo Chenyu's jealousy is far stronger than other emotions; Pang Zhongcheng matched the old monk's words with eager eyes; Zhu Wudao and others were full of eyes.
envious.
Xu Hongzhang was right next to Chen Qingyun, and he was the only one who heard the old monk's words truly. He believed these words deeply, and looked up to Chen Qingyun with admiration.
The old monk had already gone far away. Luo Chenyu hesitated for a moment and then quickly walked towards the Main Hall.
As Chen Qingyun walked, he introduced Xu Hongzhang's identity to Pang Zhongcheng, Zhu Wudao and others. Seeing that he was someone close to Chen Qingyun, everyone showed great enthusiasm. Only Pang Zhongcheng took Xu Hongzhang's hand and took him away from Chen Qingyun.
Beside Qingyun.
Everyone is looking forward to what adventures there will be at the Fahua Festival.