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Chapter 4 The first visit to the provincial capital, Ju Jianxiang Chapter 1222 The mountains are full of bells

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    On October 5th, Ye Zhiran came to Changjia and traveled to Xishan with Feng Hanxuan.

    In the parking lot at the foot of Xishan Mountain, Ye Zhiran saw Feng Hanxuan get out of the car, and immediately strode over, stretched out his hands from a distance, and said: "Secretary Feng, it's been a hard journey."

    Except for the driver and the guard, the two agreed not to take anyone else with them on this trip to Xishan.

    Feng Hanxuan shook hands with him and said with a smile: "I remember the first time I met you in 1990. Fifteen years have passed in a blink of an eye. Xiaoye, our time to do things for the country and the people is actually very limited.  , you have to seize the day and face it, so you won¡¯t have any regrets.¡±

    Ye Zhiran nodded and said, "Yes! Secretary Feng, you have always been a shining example for me on my growth path, and I will follow in your footsteps."

    "Okay, don't say flattery, we are here to have fun today."

    Revisiting the old place brings a lot of emotions.

    The October sunshine shines softly on the West Mountain. Looking up, the West Mountain is bathed in the sunshine, as if covered with a colorful cloud, standing quietly in sight.

    The two people slowly went up the mountain along the mountain road.

    When Ye Zhiran came to serve in Western Xinjiang this time, Feng Hanxuan played an important role.  On the issue of Ye Zhiran's appointment, the central government had several plans. The three most concentrated opinions were to go to developed coastal areas, to go to southern Fujian province, and to go to western Xinjiang province. Finally, after many discussions, the general secretary made the decision and Ye Zhiran  First he went to work in Xijiang Province.

    "How are you doing? Do you have any ideas? After arriving in Western Xinjiang, where are you going to start your work?" Feng Hanxuan asked on the way up the mountain.

    "Feng Shu ~ Secretary. Western Xinjiang is a vast territory and the situation is complicated. After I take office there, I will first go to various places to conduct research so that I can become familiar with Western Xinjiang as soon as possible and integrate into the humanistic environment of Western Xinjiang. In order to improve the lives of the people in Western Xinjiang,  , education, health and other places.¡±

    Feng Hanxuan nodded and said: "Xijiang is a remote area with relatively backward transportation. Economic development should focus on improving the material living standards of the people in Xijiang, with special emphasis on the processing of local specialties in Xijiang. Xijiang is In my country¡¯s grape, cantaloupe and other fruit-producing areas, it is very important to protect the enthusiasm of local farmers to do a good job in the deep processing and sales of these products.¡±

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

    "In addition, we must pay special attention to ethnic issues. Ethnic unity is related to the stability of the country. It is related to the long-term peace and order of the country. It must always be kept in mind. The fight against terrorism must be combined with uniting the majority of the ethnic minority people."

    "Please rest assured, Mr. Feng, this is my unwavering belief."

    Arriving at the square outside Donglin Temple, Feng Hanxuan looked back at the present and recalled the past.  Said with emotion: "Xiaoye, I still remember the first time I went to Xishan. You acted as a tour guide for me, introduced the history of Donglin Temple, and also introduced the origin of the poem behind this huge stone, 'Things have changed in the north of Hebei and south of the Yangtze River, Zen Machine  "Wei Shuo Shuo Rong Ji" was written by Yao Guangxiao, a political monk in the early Ming Dynasty, right? "

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

    Feng Hanxuan joked: "Well, times have changed, are you not in the same mood now?"

    Ye Zhiran stood firm and said seriously: "Secretary Feng, your mark is everywhere on my growth path. My work ideas, governance concepts, and principles of life and work are all a microcosm of you. You will always be in my heart.  It has the highest status that no one can replace.¡±

    Although this may sound a bit disgusting, it is actually very objective.  Feng Hanxuan naturally understands this. In terms of personal feelings, he may not be as good as Tang Guoqiang in Ye Zhiran's mind; but in terms of political influence, he far exceeds Tang Guoqiang, which Feng Hanxuan is very confident about.

    "Let's go. When we get to Donglin Temple, we must go and see Monk Kude."

    When I walked into Donglin Temple, I happened to see the young monk Huikong coming out of the wing.  When Huikong saw Ye Zhiran, he recited "Amitabha" and said excitedly: "Donor Ye, Master has said it several times and said that you should come here in the next few days."

    Ye Zhiran was startled, this old monk was playing tricks again!  Seeing Huikong's miserable expression, he became even more filled with questions.

    "Two benefactors, please." Huikong led the way and took them into the side room.

    Ye Zhiran was shocked when he saw Monk Kude.  The monk is so miserable that his white eyebrows are still there, but his appearance is withered, and you can tell at a glance that the oil lamp is about to run out.

    The monk smiled slightly in pain and said: "Donor Feng, Donor Ye, the monk knows you will come in the next two days and has been waiting for you."

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

      The bitter monk smiled slightly and said: "Everything in the world can be summed up in two words. One is 'fate' and the other is 'fruit'. Where there is fate, there will be fruit. Everything is destiny Two donors, monk  I¡¯ll accompany you to see the maple trees outside the temple.¡±

    There are dozens of ancient maple trees that are hundreds of years old outside Donglin Temple, and their crowns are 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 scenery in Xishan.

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

    Walking into the maple forest, the monk was so miserable that he gasped and said: "Maple Donor, Ye Donor, look at these maple leaves, which dress up the Western Mountains, but I have been alone in the howling wind for hundreds of years. After my life has come to an end, I will be here again."  It falls to the ground and becomes fertilizer to fertilize this land. It has been like this for hundreds of years, and it has maintained its original color. How many people in this world can always uphold their original intention and benefit others?

    Turning around, he glanced at Feng Hanxuan and Ye Zhiran.

    There seems to be something in the words.

    Ye Zhiran felt that the monk's eyes were so painful that he seemed to be able to see into his heart.  When I saw him again, he was already like a candle in the wind, crumbling and might be extinguished at any time. An indescribable thing arose in my heart, and I sighed: "Master Kude, you have been promoting Buddhism, promoting good and suppressing evil, and purifying people's hearts all your life.  Encouraging poor people to live with courage and hope has saved countless lives, which can be regarded as a complete meritorious deed."

    Feng Hanxuan also resonated with the words of Monk Kude and said: "Master has done good deeds for others throughout his life. People from all over the world respectfully call you a living Bodhisattva, and you will always remain in the hearts of the people of Changjia."

    The monk clasped his hands together in pain and said: "Amitabha, I remember the first time you two came to Donglin Temple together, the monk said something The monk practices in the temple, and the donor practices in the officialdom. Although the places of practice are different, they are the same.  Different paths lead to the same goal. What's more, a single kind thought of a monk can only move a few people, but a single kind thought of a donor can move countless people. Officialdom is a place where great acts of kindness can be done Now, you two are already in high positions.  Affects tens of thousands of people. One greedy thought can harm the interests of millions of people. Donor Feng and Donor Ye should think of all the people in the world! Do more good deeds and avoid doing evil things.  Very lucky. The people are very lucky.¡±

    The bitter monk seemed to have finally spoken out the last few words in his heart.  So there was some excitement.

    Speaking of which.  He actually bowed down and bowed down.

    His body was about to run out of lamp oil, and this time he looked like he might be blown down by the wind at any time.  Ye Zhiran hurriedly took a step forward, supported Monk Kude, and said, "Master, why do you do this great gift? Secretary Feng has always taught me since I started my official career, that I should always keep the people in my heart and work for the welfare of the people.  Master, please rest assured that as long as I am alive, I will definitely care about the welfare of the people and work hard to do more useful work for the country and the people.¡±

    The bitter monk smiled and said: "I'm relieved now. This is the last time that the monk will meet you two. It's unpleasant not to say these few words. It's for this reason that the monk can't bear to let go of Xihuan until today. Sifang  People often say that monks are efficacious, but in fact they can judge a person's future by looking at their energy."

    He paused for a moment and then said in a conspiratorial manner: "You two will become the next two generations of leaders of China. The country will achieve great success in the twenty years you have been in power. This is the blessing of the people of the world."

    Ye Zhiran waved his hands hurriedly and said: "Master, why did you say this? In the future, Secretary Feng will be the top leader. It will be a blessing for the country. I can do some practical work that is beneficial to the people under the leadership of Secretary Feng.  It¡¯s worthy of this life.¡±

    "The monk Kude pointed to this maple forest and said: "The monk has long said that although you two have been separated and reunited, in the end you are closely connected. Maple leaves, maple leaves, where there are maples, there are leaves."

    Seeing that Monk Kude was weak, Ye Zhiran was out of breath after saying these few words. He did not analyze his words and said: "Master Kude, you are weak and it's windy outside. We still can't."  Go back to the temple."

    The miserable monk sat down, with a smile on his face, and said: "Amitabha, after seeing the two of you for the last time, the monk has no worries. You don't need mountains and rivers to meditate, just extinguish the fire in your heart and let it cool down. Amitabha."

    With a smile on her face, she was sitting under a big tree in the ancient maple forest.

    Ye Zhiran and Feng Hanxuan looked at his smile condensed on their faces, and felt an unpleasant feeling in their hearts.

    Monk Huikong lowered his head and called "Master" twice. The painful monk was speechless. He stretched out his finger to touch the end of the painful monk's nose. He knelt down with a pop and cried loudly: "Master has passed away! Master has passed away!"  "

    Kneel on the ground and kowtow "bang bang".

    This exclamation startled the birds in the canopy, and they flew up, took a look in the air, and then flew away.

      The autumn wind blew, and a large maple leaf fell down, floating on the bodies of Feng Hanxuan and Ye Zhiran, and also on the body of Monk Kude. The maple leaves were red, and a thin layer of red was spread around Monk Kude  ¡­

    In the temple, monks and people who came to burn incense soon poured out. After hearing the pain, the monk sat down and knelt all over the maple forest.

    Feng Hanxuan and Ye Zhiran obviously didn't expect that they would encounter such a thing this time when they went up the mountain. They watched the smile on the miserable monk's face condense forever and walked away very peacefully. Then they remembered that he said that he had delayed it until now just for  Saying these few words to them, something heavy surged in my 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 was ringing in Donglin Temple, the sound spread far away

    The whole mountain is shaking with the sound of bells.

    ¡¾End of text¡¿

    [According to the outline, there are still about 1.5 million words, but we can¡¯t write any more now. Maybe one day, Nan Xian will write the second part starting from Ye Zhiran¡¯s appointment as the deputy governor, maybe.  ¡¿

    [After the main 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. I love you.  ¡¿(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
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