Incense to the ancestors, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 79 The old king shaved his hair and became a monk, and became a monk
"This master is here to make trouble."

Someone whispered, and everyone suddenly became excited.

It's hilarious, and they love to watch it.

Many reporters and anchors flocked, and all the cameras were aimed at the host Yuan Kong.

"Master, what do you think of the Bodhisattva Temple in Qingping Village, as the contemporary director of the Great Buddha Temple in Qindingshan, Luohe City?"

A female reporter with a peaked cap asked intentionally, which was quite fanciful.

Host Yuan Kong glanced at her, but didn't speak.

Not reconciled, the female reporter with a peaked cap continued to ask: "Master, I heard that you think the Buddhist temple in the Great Buddha Temple is orthodox, and the Bodhisattva Temple in Qingping Village is crooked?"

"Master is coming aggressively today. I heard that you are going to compete with the Bodhisattva Temple in Qingping Village?"

The words of the female reporter in the cap are very sharp and insidious.

"I heard" should be added before every sentence, and every sentence hits the key point and incites people's hearts.

Host Yuan Kong held the Zen stick in his hand and looked at her again, but still didn't speak.

Seven or eight BMWs got on behind them, and a group of young monks got off, surrounded by Yuan Kong, clearing the way left and right, and the group went straight to the Bodhisattva Temple.

The female reporter with a cap and other reporters and anchors hurriedly followed.

The people queuing in front saw a group of monks coming, and they were also monks from the Great Buddha Temple. They wanted to curse but shut up.

Instead, they started discussing with excitement and curiosity.

"Great Buddha Temple, that is one of the three famous Buddhist holy places in our country of Yan. I didn't expect them to come."

"What's so strange about this? This Bodhisattva temple rose from the ground overnight, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere. It's a miracle. Who can sit still after hearing this? My daughter-in-law drove me here in the middle of the night to ask for a child."

"I don't know if Leiyin Temple and Shaolin Temple will come? They are both Buddhist holy places as famous as the Great Buddha Temple."

"It will definitely come, they will definitely be able to see it when they use Douyin to watch the teacher"

in discussion.

Chairman Yuan Kong and his group have already followed the village road and boarded the winding mountain road.

on the mountain road.

The pilgrims lined up in a long line, and everyone carried offerings and incense paper in their hands.

A few township-like officials led a group of people, maintaining order, sweating profusely but looking happy.

The appearance of this old temple is good, and it has generated income for their local economy. This year's GDP target will definitely be exceeded.

"Xiao Zheng, the higher ups attach great importance to the Bodhisattva Temple in Qingping Village, do you have any ideas?"

A young man in a Chinese tunic asked.

He is You Wenhua, the mayor of Qingping Village. He is 28 years old and wears a pair of small glasses.

Beside him stood a black and thin middle-aged man, about 40 years old, named Zheng Dewang.

He is the Party Secretary of Qingping Village.

Zheng Dewang was called "Xiao Zheng" by You Wenhua, he was not angry, but leaned forward slightly, with a flattering and respectful smile in his eyes and said:
"Mayor, I will do whatever you say, and I will listen to you."

As he spoke, he handed over a cigarette.

You Wenhua took the cigarette and scolded with a smile: "You, can't you use your brain? You have to have your own opinion!"

Zheng Dewang heard the words and tentatively said:

"Mayor, in my opinion, this Bodhisattva temple is very popular, and there are many pilgrims coming and going. It is a good time for us to call on the spirit from above to revitalize the village."

"Our county is a well-known poverty-stricken county in Luohe City, especially Qingping Village. Most of the young people have gone out to work. The village is full of old, weak, sick and disabled. The rural economy cannot develop at all."

"In the final analysis, the villagers have no hope, no way out!"

"It's different now, this Bodhisattva Temple is hope and opportunity!"

"I suggest that, from the inside, the township government take the lead in renovating the surroundings of this temple into a scenic spot, rebuilding the mountain road, and the government obtains interest-free loans for the villagers, encourages the villagers to open more shops for business, and attracts investment from the outside."

Barbara
He said excitedly, these are his thoughts on rural development over the years.

The saliva star "piapiapia" was sprayed in his mouth, and You Wenhua retreated in disgust, but his small glasses were still fogged up by the spray.

You Wenhua's complexion became darker and darker.

at last.

After Zheng Dewang finished speaking, he looked at You Wenhua expectantly.

"Mayor, what do I think?"

You Wenhua squeezed out a smile, shook his head and said, "Xiao Zheng, no wonder you are still a village secretary for so many years, you are still too young to understand!"

"In my opinion, the fastest way to generate economic income is to bring this Bodhisattva temple into a system under the jurisdiction of the government. Incense money. Well. Incense money should be supervised by important government leaders."

"So much incense money is idle here, it is a huge waste!"

You Wenhua looked heartbroken.

There is no mention of the rural development that Zheng Dewang just mentioned.

In other words, I want to make money!

Zheng Dewang was stunned.

You Wenhua, the dog mayor, actually paid attention to incense money.

He was angry in his heart, and the fists in his sleeves were clenched and tightened. Finally, he sighed helplessly, took out a cigarette, and handed it to You Wenhua.

He nodded and said, "The mayor is right. In my opinion, the mayor is the most suitable supervisor of incense money!"

You Wenhua pretended to refuse, but finally agreed with "pain" and "helplessness".

"Forget it, let me take care of this hard work!"

"From now on, every three days, you should send someone to count the incense money, and hand it in on time."

He sets a time.

Zheng Dewang bowed his head and remained silent.

"What's the matter? Xiao Zheng, is there a problem?" You Wenhua raised his small eyes and asked with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. After the matter is completed, I will take you to the foot-washing building in Luohe City to relax."

Zheng Dewang shook his head and said, "There's no need to wash your feet, mayor, I'm afraid it's not easy to get the incense money!"

"This temple was drilled out of the ancestral grave of our village king Dabao's family."

"Old Wang came back last night and is currently shaving his head in the temple!"

You Wenhua was taken aback.

"Shave your head?!"

"Why did he shave his head? Has his hair grown?"

Zheng Dewang smiled wryly: "No, he wants to become a monk!"

"what?!--"

You Wenhua was surprised and smiled.

"If you don't want to be a good layman, you must abandon the world of mortals and occupy the temple as a monk? I'm afraid he has never been to Xijiaolou, and he doesn't know the beauty of No. 258!"

"By the way, why did he shave his hair and become a monk? What is he trying to do?"

Zheng Dewang thought for a while, imitating Wang Dabao's tone, looking at the sky at 45 degrees sideways, and sighed faintly:

"What he said was.
'This temple is somewhat mysterious. It emerged from the ancestral tomb of our Wang family. It is so mysterious and incredible.But after thinking about it, I'm not surprised anymore, because this is probably the ancestor of our old Wang's family who appeared!I don't need to make a fuss like everyone else.

"'Standing in the temple, I seem to hear the voice of my ancestors, saying that the temple cannot be without monks and stewards.

'As the current treasurer of the old Wang's family, I should take up the mission, cut off my hair and become a monk, take charge of the temple, take over as the presiding officer, and promote Buddhism, so...'”

Having said that, Zheng Dewang didn't dare to go on.

You Wenhua was enjoying hearing it.

This old Wang named Wang Dabao is quite educated and speaks nicely.

He couldn't help urging, "Keep talking, I want to hear it!"

Zheng Dewang glanced at You Wenhua, and said in a low voice: "The old Wang said, the tomb is the old Wang family's ancestral tomb, the temple is the old Wang's family temple, and the incense money is——!"

"Is it his old Wang's money?" You Wenhua interrupted.

Angry!

Zheng Dewang shook his head and said: "No, he said that the incense money is the money of Qingping Village, and it should be taken from Qingping Village and used in Qingping Village, outsiders are not allowed to interfere,"

"If anyone dares to get their hands on incense money, don't blame the ancestors of their old Wang family for being rude!"

You Wenhua was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed out loud.

"Ignorance! Feudalism! Superstition!"

"The ancestors of his old Wang family are not welcome? Are the ancestors of our old You family vegetarian?!"

"In modern society, there are still people who believe in this. Who is he trying to scare!"

"I, You Wenhua, take care of the incense money. If the ancestors of his old Wang family are really that good, let them come to me at night!"

Zheng Dewang nodded, flattered and said:

"The mayor has a clean sleeve and a righteous spirit. What ghosts and monsters can get close to you? If the ancestors of the old Wang family dare to come to you, wouldn't they be afraid of being suppressed to death by your righteous spirit?!"

With that said, he passed another cigarette.

You Wenhua took the cigarette, smiling all over his face.

Indeed, compared to others, I can barely be regarded as an upright official!

Just as he was about to say something, he saw a group of monks coming on the mountain road, and the leader seemed to be a master from a great Buddhist temple he had seen before.

He hastily greeted them.

behind.

Looking at You Wenhua's back, Zheng Dewang spat out his old phlegm disdainfully.

The stench of old phlegm hit a passing ant on the ground, an ant pawn!

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