On October 5, Ye Zhiran came to Changjia and traveled to the west with Feng Hanxuan.

In the parking lot at the foot of the West Mountain, Ye Zhiran saw Feng Hanxuan coming out of the car, immediately walked over with great strides, stretched out his hands from afar, and said, "Shu Feng~, I have worked hard all the way."

Except for the driver and the guard, the two agreed not to bring anyone else when they revisited Xishan.

Feng Hanxuan shook hands with him and smiled and said, "I remember the first time I met you was in 1990. Fifteen years passed, and in the blink of an eye, Xiao Ye, the time we can do things for the country and the people is actually very limited. We must face it with the attitude of seizing the day so that we will not leave any regrets."

Ye Zhiran nodded and said, "Yes! Fengshu~Remember, you have always been a brilliant role model on my growth path, and I will walk forward in your footsteps."

"Okay, don't say anything flattering, we're here to have a trip today."

I revisited the old place and felt a lot of emotion.

The October sunshine shines softly on the western mountain. Looking up, the western mountain is bathed in the sun, like a colorful cloud, standing quietly in sight.

The two of them slowly went up the mountain along the mountain road.

Feng Hanxuan played an important role when Ye Zhiran went to Xijiang this time. On the issue of Ye Zhiran's appointment, the central government has several plans, going to developed coastal areas, going to southern Fujian Province, and going to Xijiang Province are the three most concentrated opinions. Finally, after communication from multiple parties, the General Secretary~Read the decision, Ye Zhiran first went to Xijiang Province to work.

"How is it? Do you have any ideas? After arriving in Xijiang, where will you start as a point of work?" Feng Hanxuan asked on the way up the mountain.

"Baishu~ Record. The western Xinjiang has a vast territory and complex situation. After I take up my post there, I will first go to various places to investigate, so that I can become familiar with Western Xinjiang as early as possible and integrate into the humanistic environment of Western Xinjiang. Start by improving the lives, education, health and other places of the people in Western Xinjiang."

Feng Hanxuan nodded and said: "Western Xinjiang is a remote area with relatively backward transportation. The economic development should focus on prioritizing the improvement of the material living standards of the people in Xijiang. We should pay special attention to the processing of local specialties in Xijiang. Xijiang is a fruit production area such as grapes and cantaloupes in my country. We should do a good job in deep processing and sales of these products. It is very important to protect the enthusiasm of local farmers and improve economic benefits."

"Well, I will keep your instructions in mind and give priority to this work."

"In addition, we must pay special attention to ethnic issues. National unity is related to the stability of the country and the long-term stability of the country. We must always take it to our hearts. Fighting terrorism must be combined with uniting the vast majority of ethnic minority people."

"Please don't worry, this is a belief that I have unwaveringly."

When I arrived at the square outside Donglin Temple, Feng Hanxuan looked back on the past and said with emotion: "Xiao Ye, I still remember the first time I went to the West Mountain. You were a tour guide for me, introduced the history of Donglin Temple, and introduced the origin of the poem behind this huge rock. 'There is no longer the matter in northern Hebei and Jiangnan, and the Zen strategy has not yet been completed.' It was written by Yao Guangxiao, a political monk in the early Ming Dynasty, right?"

"Fengshu~ I have a good memory." Ye Zhiran smiled and said, "That was the first time I met a senior leader. I was very excited at that time and wanted to leave a good impression on you, so I worked very hard."

Feng Hanxuan joked: "Well, time has changed, I don't feel like this now, right?"

Ye Zhiran stood firm and said seriously: "Maple Book~ Record, I have your mark everywhere on my growth path. My work ideas, governing philosophy, and principles of being a person and doing things are all microcosms of you. You will always have the highest position in your heart and no one can replace it."

Although this sounds a bit...smelling, it is actually very objective. Feng Hanxuan naturally understands this point. In terms of personal feelings, he may not be as strong as Tang Guoqiang in Ye Zhiran's mind; but in terms of political influence, it is far superior to Tang Guoqiang, and Feng Hanxuan is very confident in this regard.

"Let's go, when you arrive at Donglin Temple, you always have to go and see the monk Kude."

When he walked into Donglin Temple, he happened to see the little monk Huikong coming out of the wing room. When Huikong saw Ye Zhiran, he chanted "Amitabha" and said excitedly: "Donor Ye, Master has been chanting several times, saying that you should come in the next few days."

Ye Zhiran was stunned. The old monk was making a fool of himself again! Seeing Huikong's expression was sad, he was even more questionable.

"Two donors, please." Huikong led the way and took them into the wing room.

When Ye Zhiran saw the monk Kude, he was shocked. The monk Kude still had white eyebrows, but he looked withered. He knew that the oil lamp was about to die.

The monk Kuide smiled slightly and said, "Donor Feng, Donor Ye, the monk knows that you will come these two days and have been waiting for you."

Ye Zhiran looked back at Feng Hanxuan and said to Monk Kude: "Master, can you really have the ability to predict the future?"

The monk Kuide smiled slightly and said, "Everything in the world can be summarized in two words, one is 'fate' and the other is 'fruit'. If there is destiny, there will be fruit. Everything is destined by heaven... Two donors, the monk will accompany you to see the maple trees outside the temple."

Outside Donglin Temple, there are dozens of ancient maple trees that have been hundreds of years old, with their crowns like umbrellas. 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 landscape in the West Mountain.

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

Walking into the maple forest, the monk panted and said, "Maple Donor, donor Ye, look at the maple leaves, but you have been lonely in the rustling wind for hundreds of years. After the end of your life, they fell to the ground and became fertilizer and fertilized this land. This has been the case for hundreds of years, maintaining its original color. How many people in the world can always adhere to their original intentions and seek benefits for 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 Kude's eyes were empty, but he seemed to be able to see his heart all the time. Seeing him again was like a candle in the wind, shaking and might be extinguished at any time. An indescribable thing appeared in his heart, and he sighed: "Master Kude, you have been promoting Buddhism in your life, promoting good and suppressing evil, purifying people's hearts, encouraging the courage to live, the hope of living, and saving countless people, which can be said to be a perfect merit."

Feng Hanxuan was also resonated with the words of the monk Kude, saying: "The master did good deeds for others throughout his life. Only the people from all over the world respectfully call you a living Bodhisattva in the world and will always stay in the hearts of the people of Changjia."

The monk Kude put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, remember that you two came to Donglin Temple for the first time. The monk said something... The monk practiced in the temple, and the donor practiced in the officialdom. Although the place of practice was different, they had the same destination. What's more, a monk could only move a few people, while a donor had a good thought, but a donor had a good thought, but a donor had a lot of living people. The officialdom was really a place for great good deeds... Now, you two are in a high position. One good thought and one good deed can affect thousands of people. One greedy thought and one evil thought can harm the interests of thousands of people. Feng donor, Ye donor, you should think of the people in the world! Do more good deeds and do not do evil deeds, and the world is very lucky. The people are very lucky."

The monk Kuide seemed to finally say the last few words in his heart, so he was a little excited.

Speaking of this, I bowed down.

His body was about to run out of lamp oil, and this bow seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time. Ye Zhiran hurriedly took a step forward, supported the monk Kude, and said, "Why did the master perform this great gift? Fengshu~ Remember, after I embarked on the career of officialdom, I have always taught me that I should always keep the people in my heart and seek benefits for the people. Master, please rest assured that in my lifetime, I will definitely care about the welfare of the people and work hard to do more beneficial work for the country and the people."

The monk was so bitter that he smiled and said, "I'm relieved. This is the last time that the monk has met you two. These words are unhappy. It is also because of this reason that the monk has been unable to bear to let go of his hands until today. People from all over the world often say that monks are effective, but in fact they can "look at the qi" and judge a person's future."

After a moment of stopping, he said mysteriously: "If you two will become the leaders of the next two generations of China, the country will create glory in the twenty years of your rule. This is the blessing for the people of the world."

Ye Zhiran waved his hand quickly and said, "Why did the master say this? In the future, Fengshu~ I will be honored to be at the highest level. If I can do some practical work that is beneficial to the people under Fengshu~ I will be worthy of my life."

The monk Kude pointed to the maple forest and said, "The monk has said long ago that although you two have broken up and reunited, they are finally closely linked, maple leaves, maple leaves, and there are maples and leaves."

Seeing that the monk Kude was weak, Ye Zhiran said these words without any response, and did not analyze his words, and said, "Master Kude, you are weak and the wind is strong outside. Let's go back to the temple."

The monk was so bitter that he sat down, smiled, and said, "Amitabha, when I met the last time, the monk had no worries. There was no need for meditation, but the fire in my heart was cool. Amitabha."

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

Ye Zhiran and Feng Hanxuan looked at his smile condensed on their faces, and a feeling of something bad arises in their hearts.

Monk Huikong lowered his head and called "Master". The monk Kuide did not speak, stretched out his fingers to the monk Kuide's nose, knelt down with a thud, and cried loudly: "Master has been transformed! Master has passed away!"

Kneel on the ground and kowtowed "bang bang".

This exclamation alarmed the birds in the canopy, flew up, looked in the air, and then flew toward other places.

As the autumn wind blows, a large piece of maple leaves fall down, floating on Feng Hanxuan and Ye Zhiran, and also on the monk Kude. The maple leaves are red, and a thin layer of red is spread around the monk Kude...

In the temple, monks and people who came to burn incense soon emerged. When they heard the pain, the monk sat in the maple forest and knelt all over the floor.

Feng Hanxuan and Ye Zhiran obviously did not expect that they would encounter such a thing this time. Seeing the smile on the monk's face condensed into eternity, walking very peacefully, and remembering that he said he was dragging it until now just to say these few words to them, something heavy 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. Suddenly, when the bell rang in Donglin Temple, the sound came from afar...

The mountains are shaking, and the bells are ringing.

【End of text】

[There are still about 1.5 million words according to the outline, but now I can't write it up. Maybe one day, Nan Xian will start writing the second part with Ye Zhiran as vice governor, maybe.]
Chapter completed!