dead child, ghost carrying coffin

When Kong Chan, an eminent Buddhist monk, heard the words, he actually showed a look of hesitation.

Putting his hands together and sighing, he invited Hua Jiunan and the three of them to sit on the futon.

"Namo Amitabha."

"When Master Hua entered the main hall of the small temple, did you ever see someone repairing my Buddha's golden body?"

Hua Jiunan nodded slightly.

"I see, and the mountain has banned pilgrims from coming to the door."

"Master, isn't this a good thing?!"

Master Kongchan's complexion was even more complicated.

"Whether it is building a temple or building a temple, it should be a good thing... Donor Hua, please recall carefully, there may be something unusual about the new Buddha's face. Hey!"

After Master Kongchan said this, Hua Jiunan suddenly realized that when he saw the new Buddha statue, he looked familiar.

Thinking about it now, it actually looks exactly like... Zhao Aiguo! !

how so!

Seeing that Hua Jiunan understood the key to the problem, Master Kongchan began to talk about the cause and effect of the incident...

It turned out that the local office staff came to the temple suddenly five days ago and informed that the government would pay for the reconstruction of the Jinguang Temple.

Master Kongchan is certainly happy that all sentient beings have the heart to respect Buddha.But despite being happy, he still rejected the other party's kindness.

"The small temple can still provide shelter from the wind and rain, please donate the money to those who really need it."

After hearing such words, the staff not only disagreed, but became anxious:

The next day, he just brought people to work directly.

As the saying goes: Arms can't twist thighs, especially in this degenerate era where the real dragon sits in the hall.

What's more, building a temple is also a good thing, so Master Kongchan just let it go.

But on the third day, Master Kongchan realized something was wrong:

Why is the face of the new Buddha statue changed? !

After asking the staff, I found out that it was arranged by the superior:

Instead of enshrining the Buddha, enshrine the new secretary!

The euphemistic name is that the new secretary is the official of the parents, the lord of the blue sky of the people, and worshiping him is more useful than worshiping the Buddha!

Master Kongchan, as a true practitioner, was shocked when he heard the words:

Because there has never been a precedent for such a thing since ancient times!

Even for great figures with great achievements, if they want to enshrine them, they have to build an ancestral hall alone. There is no reason to occupy the position of Buddhism!

What's more, doing so will not only be of no benefit to the people who are enshrined, but will be greatly harmful!

People fight for one breath, and Buddhas fight for one stick of incense.

Now that all the incense is cut off, even the Buddha, who is a good man, will see you angry, right? !

This principle is equivalent to a well-known good person taking your house to live in by himself...

Master Kongchan painstakingly told all of the above, and said that if he really respected the new secretary, he would set up a longevity tablet for him.

However, the staff not only refused to listen, but also threatened that any obstruction would be disrupting official duties, and they would all be arrested and detained!

In desperation, Master Kongchan had no choice but to invite Hua Jiunan to the temple to see for himself, and then go back and tell Zhao Aiguo himself.

After hearing what had happened, Chen Daji couldn't help exhaling immediately.

"Damn it, did it hurt our Uncle Zhao again? Why isn't it over!"

Master Kongchan asked.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Is there anything else the old monk doesn't know?"

Hua Jiunan sorted out his thoughts and told all the recent things one by one.

In the end, I also suddenly realized.

"No wonder what Uncle Zhao did, there is actually a backstory of 'living in a shabby house, cold wind coming from the north'. It turned out that he was using the Buddha to 'praise and kill' him!"

"Who is it that actually has such vicious intentions!"

This chain of calculations is not something ordinary evil cultivators can do!

Buddhism has always been merciful, let alone such a virtuous and eminent monk as Kong Chan.

After knowing everything, I couldn't help but chant Amitabha Buddha one after another.

"Lord Hua, how to deal with this matter needs to be decided early."

"You must not hurt the hearts of good people and strengthen the courage of wicked people."

Hua Jiunan nodded repeatedly with cold eyes, and immediately got up to leave after drinking a cup of tea.

It was almost noon when I returned to the small courtyard of the deaf mother-in-law.

Taking the opportunity of having a meal, Hua Jiunan told the story of what happened in Jinguang Temple, and everyone was furious after hearing it.

Chen Fu put down his chopsticks, lit his cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Old Zhao, if you can get the public to come forward, it means that someone inside is trying to harm you!"

"Hehe, and this person's position should be a little lower than yours. Otherwise, even if something happens to you, he won't be able to get up!"

How could he be a fool to sit in the position of Zhao Aiguo? Even if Chen Fu didn't remind him, he would understand this truth.

"Old Chen, needless to say, I know who it is!"

"Fortunately, he doesn't know the relationship between our family and Jinguang Temple. Otherwise, if this matter becomes serious, even if the Buddha doesn't punish me, I will be unlucky if it is passed on to the superiors!"