Kong Chan, an eminent Buddhist monk, looked like he was hesitant to speak when he heard this.
Putting his hands together and sighing, he invited Hua Jiunan and the others to sit on the futon.
"Namo Amitabha."
"When Lord Hua entered the main hall of the small temple, did he see anyone repairing the golden body of my Buddha?"
Hua Jiunan nodded gently.
"I saw it, and pilgrims have been banned from entering the mountain."
"Master, isn't this a good thing?!"
Master Kongchan's expression became even more complicated.
"Whether it's building a temple or a temple, it should be a good thing... Donor Hua, please remember carefully whether the appearance of the new Buddha is abnormal. Alas!"
When Master Kong Chan said this, Hua Jiunan suddenly realized that when he saw the new Buddha statue, he looked somewhat familiar.
Now that I think about it carefully, it looks exactly like... Zhao Aiguo! !
how so!
Seeing that Hua Jiunan understood the key to the problem, Master Kongchan began to talk about the causes and consequences of the matter...
It turned out that the local office staff suddenly came to the temple five days ago and informed that the public would fund the reconstruction of Jinguang Temple.
Master Kongchan is certainly happy that all sentient beings have a heart to respect Buddha. But even though he was happy, he still rejected the other party's kindness.
"The small temple can still protect us from wind and rain, so please give the money to those who really need it."
After hearing this, the staff not only disagreed, but became anxious:
The next day I just took the people and started working directly.
As the saying goes: an arm cannot twist a thigh, especially in this age of the end of the Dharma when the real dragon is sitting in the hall.
What's more, building temples is a good thing, so Master Kongchan just let it go.
But on the third day, Master Kongchan realized something was wrong:
Why does the new Buddha statue have a different face? !
After asking the staff, I found out that it was arranged by superiors:
Instead of worshiping the Buddha, worship the new secretary!
He is euphemistically called the new secretary, who is the official of the parents and the great master of the people. Worshiping him is more useful than worshiping the Buddha!
As a true practitioner, Master Kongchan was shocked when he heard this:
Because there is no precedent for this kind of thing since ancient times!
Even if someone has great achievements and great achievements, if they want to worship them, they have to build a separate ancestral hall. There is no reason to occupy the Buddhist position!
What's more, doing so will not only be of no benefit to the person being worshiped, but will also be extremely harmful!
People compete for a breath, Buddha competes for a stick of incense.
Now that you have cut off other people's incense, even a good person like Buddha would be angry at you, right? !
This principle is equivalent to a well-known good person taking over your house to live in...
Master Kongchan explained all the above with great earnestness, and said that if he really respected the new secretary, he would just set up an immortal tablet for him.
But the staff not only refused to listen, but also threatened that if they dared to obstruct us, they would be disrupting official business and would be arrested and detained!
In desperation, Master Kongchan had no choice but to invite Hua Jiunan to the temple to see it for himself, and then went back to tell Zhao Aiguo himself.
After hearing what happened, Chen Daji couldn't help but spit out the fragrance immediately.
"Damn it, did you harm our Uncle Zhao again? Why isn't it over yet?"
Master Kongzen asked.
"Namo Amitabha."
"Is there anything else that the old monk doesn't know about?"
Hua Jiunan collected his thoughts and told all the recent events one by one.
In the end, he also suddenly realized it.
"No wonder that with what Uncle Zhao did, he actually had the opposite image of 'people live in a humble house and the cold wind comes from the north'. It turned out that he was using the Buddha to 'praise and kill' him!"
"Who is it that has such evil intentions?"
This series of calculations is not something that ordinary evil cultivators can do!
Buddhism has always been compassionate, not to mention a virtuous monk like Kong Chan.
After understanding everything, I couldn't help but chant Amitabha one after another.
"Almsgiver Hua, we need to make a decision early on how to deal with this matter."
"Never break the hearts of good people or embolden evil people."
Hua Jiunan nodded repeatedly with a cold look in his eyes. After drinking a cup of tea, he immediately stood up and left.
By the time we returned to my deaf mother-in-law’s courtyard, it was already close to noon.
Taking the opportunity of eating, Hua Jiunan told what happened at Jinguang Temple, and everyone was furious after hearing it.
Chen Fu put down his chopsticks, lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
"Old Zhao, if you can ask the public to come forward, it means that there is someone inside who wants to harm you!"
"Haha, 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 come up!"
How could he be a fool to sit in Zhao Aiguo's position? Even if Chen Fu didn't remind him, he understood this.
"Old Chen, no need to say more, I know who it is!"
"Fortunately, he doesn't know about the relationship between our family and Jinguang Temple. Otherwise, if this matter gets serious, even if the Buddha doesn't punish me, I will be unlucky if it gets to my superiors!"
