Ye Zhiran went to the West Mountain this time with a completely different purpose than Shen Rong and others. He just treated Monk Kude as an old friend who had known each other for many years. He was grateful to the old monk who once asked him to avoid a life-and-death disaster, and the piece of jade he gave was always hanging around his neck, and he also received Monk Kude's tea every year. From this point of view, Monk Kude was his close friend in Buddhism.

But it is one thing for close friends, and the Jiyu of the monk Kude is another thing. As an atheist, he never believed in this psychological suggestion. The monk Kude's Buddhist principles are profound and unparalleled in his qualities, and he can admire them. But like Wang Jingyu and Chen Rong, who are stupid because of his words, makes him feel a little ridiculous.

After Chen Rong finished asking about his own questions, Ye Zhiran shook his head with a smile and said, "Master Kude, the world is about to regard you as a living Bodhisattva. Any word that makes people happy and sad. Chen Rong sometimes admires and sometimes thinks deeply, and 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. Master Kuai De is a monk who has gained enlightenment. He has a profound understanding and insight. He should not believe it all, nor should he not believe it."

Ye Zhiran smiled and said, "I am a completely atheist."

The monk's face looked like an ancient well, and he said calmly: "Donor Ye, I'll tell you a story. Nanyin was a Zen master in the Meiji era in Japan. One day, a university professor came to ask him about Zen, and he treated him with tea. He poured tea into the guest's cup until the cup was full, and then continued to inject it. The professor watched the tea overflow out of the cup until he could no longer remain silent. Finally, he said, 'It has already spread out, don't pour it again!''You are like this cup.' Nanyin replied, 'It's filled with your own opinions and thoughts. If you don't empty your own cup first, how do you tell me Zen to you?'"

Ye Zhiran was stunned.

Wang Jingyu smiled and said, "The story of Master is well told. Xiao Ye is the professor, his head is filled with preconceived things. How can he understand the master's wonderful truth? Some people try to believe in the unknown things, but some people like to kill them with one stick, saying that they are all false."

The monk Kude was very compassionate and nodded and said, "Amitabha, good, the donor is my Buddha."

Ye Zhiran looked at Wang Jingyu in surprise. Unexpectedly, she had such a tacit understanding with the monk Kude, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Master Kude, do you remember that you don't practice Zen, why do you say something more profound now, even with a layer of Zen?"

On this day, because I had just finished the ritual, the monk was so bitter that he wore a red cassock, white hair and white eyebrows, which felt like the vicissitudes of ancient Taoism. He sat south in the Yuantong Temple, and seemed to have the appearance of a Buddha.

He smiled slightly, as if he was deliberately enlightening Ye Zhiran, and said, "Let me tell another story. A disciple asked the Buddha. 'I can't see the Pure Land you mentioned, how can I believe it?' The Buddha brought the disciple into a dark room and told him, 'There is a hammer in the corner of the wall.' Whether the disciple widened his eyes or narrowed his eyes, he still couldn't see his five fingers, so he had to say that I couldn't see. The Buddha lit a candle, and there was a hammer in the corner of the wall. The Buddha asked, "Doesn't it exist if you can't see?"

This time, even Zhang Liren laughed and said, "The master said it makes sense. It seems that Xiaoye is really blinding his eyes."

Ye Zhiran shook his head, this old monk! He is quite good at speaking!

The monk Kude said again: "I will tell the last story... Legend has it that Su Dongpo, a scholar in the Song Dynasty, visited West Lake with his literary friends. The literary friends invited famous Suzhou and Hangzhou prostitutes Qin Cao and others to accompany him to drink and have fun. During the meal, he saw Qin Cao's conversations were elegant and intentionally saved her. After a conversation, Su Dongpo said to her, "The Buddha said that all beings are equal, so we will come to ask questions and answers without asking about their identity. I am a Zen master, how do you try to practice Zen? "Qin Cao bowed to worship and agreed happily. Su Dongpo asked in the tone of the Zen master, "What is the middle view of the lake?" Qin Cao replied after thinking, "Drag six pictures of Xiaoxiang water on the skirt, and a section of clouds on Wushan. Su Dongpo said, "Very good, what is the middle view of the human being?" Qin Cao replied immediately, "Golden horses are neighing in the grassland, and the people in the jade building are drunk."

Apricot blossom sky.’ Su Dongpo asked loudly without any action, ‘What can the joyful and prosperous place in the end?’ Qin Cao was shocked and suddenly woke up. He hesitated for a while, and replied sadly, ‘What are you asking, Zen Master? It’s not that there is no carriage and horse in front of the door, and the boss married a businesswoman.’ Su Dongpo said sincerely, ‘Why don’t you look back? Apart from the house, is there no quiet place?’ ‘Other than the house? Go out of the house, yes! I know where to go.’ Qin Cao suddenly realized his heart and thanked Su Dongpo deeply and turned around. A few days later, Qin Cao broke away from the control of the brothel mother and became a monk. Some people say that officials are like prostitutes, so what will happen after the end of the wealth and prosperity? It is worth pondering."

After the monk Kuide finished telling this story, he picked up the wooden hammer in his hand and gently tapped the wooden fish.

Ye Zhiran was shocked. The monk Kuai was probably seeing a provincial and ministerial-level official who was disclosed in the newspaper a few days ago that a senior official at the provincial and ministerial level was executed for corruption. He used this matter to enlighten them.

There are gods who are three feet tall. As an official, you must put your position in the right place. If you are greedy and do not control your own punishment, the consequences will be very sad.

Monk Huikong and others entered the hall to pack up the utensils arranged when they were doing rituals. When they saw a group of people sitting on a cushion and listening to the monk Kude’s lecture on Zen, they couldn’t help but raise their hands one by one and recite “Amitabha”.

Ye Zhiran said seriously: "I love to listen to this story of Master. Officials must cultivate themselves and be concerned about the welfare of the people in the world, otherwise they would not be as good as Qin Cao."

The monk Kude smiled and said, "Master Ye, you are practicing worldly Dharma, which has the same origin as the same Dharma. It is also my disciple of Buddhism. Good, good."

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After leaving the temple, Wang Jingyu was still full of emotion and said, "Shu Ye~ Remember, the monk Kude is a monk who is enlightened. Although the stories he told are simple and easy to understand, the Buddhist teachings are profound. Don't take them too seriously. Even if his Jiyu can be explained over and over again, his vision of knowing people is absolutely brilliant. I probably know some of the Jiyu that Master Kude said to you and Fengshu in the early years. I can't say that they are all miserable, right?"

Ye Zhiran touched some things deep in his thoughts because of the stories told by Monk Kude. Some things have changed in his subconscious mind, and said: "Don't believe it too much."

"You can't believe it all, and you can't ignore it. This is my attitude." Wang Jingyu stroked his hair and went down the mountain side by side with Ye Zhiran, saying, "Today is worth this trip."

After going down the mountain, Ye Zhiran said to Cheng Guang in the parking lot: "Shu Cheng~ Note, I want to go to the Mashi Town Economic Community, so there is no need for so many people to follow you. You can ask the comrades from Changjia County to go back, just follow us with Zhong Ping."

Cheng Guang naturally obeyed the order.

The reform of the Mashi Town Economic Community was Ye Zhiran's first key initiative in his career. The tax incentive policy at that time caused many different voices in the province. If it weren't for the support of Feng Hanxuan, Tang Guoqiang and others, he would have died long ago. If this were the case, his career might have been rewritten, at least the development path would not be so smooth.

Today, Mashi Town Economic Community is still the leading town-level economic community in Jianan City and the main pillar of Mashi Town's economy. After nearly ten years of development, more than 3,600 enterprises have settled in the economic community, and many enterprises have grown.

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

Ye Zhiran is the largest official who went out of Mashi Town. In addition, he had the feat of killing the "two lis" in his early years and was always the hero of the people of Mashi Town. Suddenly, when he saw him, Shen Rong and others appear in the service hall, the old employees were a little excited. Then they walked up one by one and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Shu Ye~Remember, I heard that you are now the Secretary of the Shaoan Municipal Party Committee. Are you really?" Ye Zhiran's movements have always been one of the topics that Chang Jia people are concerned about.

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

"Shu Ye~Just, we often talk about your deeds. You have done a lot of big things in Shuimen County and Shaoan City, and we all know them."

Ye Zhiran shook hands with them one by one with a smile. He had a good memory and could call out several of them. In his early years, these people offered suggestions when holding Zhuge Liang's meetings for the development of economic communities.

Ye Zhiran called the Party Secretary of Mashi Town, Zhong Ping, and asked the income of employees in the economic community. Hearing that the economic income of the community employees was still at the high end of Changjia County, he nodded and said, "Comrades, you are all heroes of the economic community. At the beginning, Shen Rong and Zhong Ping and I often asked everyone to have meetings to run the economic community well, improve the economy of Mashi Town, and increase everyone's income. I have basically done this in recent years. You are all heroes!"

Excited, excited, and employees in the economic community were all excited.

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 now play a role in different positions. Ye Zhiran smiled and said, "Zhong Shu~ Remember, it is rare to meet you today. I invite comrades from the economic community to go to Wangshan Hotel for dinner in the evening. I treat you and call the previous middle-level cadres."

Applause suddenly spread in the service hall.

The current secretary of the municipal party committee~ I’ll invite them to dinner. This honor has been enough for them to brag for a while!

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