C187 And Then He Went to the Coiling Dragon Temple

After Su Bingde left, Fan Wenbin once again read the two notifications from the tax bureau from the beginning to the end. He seriously thought for a long time and could not help but let out a long breath. He thought to himself that it was a blessing, not a disaster, and a disaster could not be avoided. What should come would come sooner or later, and he was afraid that it would not be of any use.

Although he comforted himself in his heart, he still felt uneasy and a little weak. Thus, he called Zhao Yu over and gave him a tight reminder. Before he left the house, he gave his wife Duan Xiangmei a call, saying that he had something to do at noon and could not go home to eat. He wanted her to take good care of her youngest son, Fan Xuezhen.

During the call, Duan Xiangmei agreed readily and asked with great concern if something had happened in the company. Because she knew that although her husband was the CEO of a listed company and was very busy with many matters, he was always punctual. Unless there was a very special situation, he could not go home on time.

Furthermore, from the tone of her husband's voice on the phone, she could tell that something was not right. She could not help but ask. As for which part was not right. . . For a moment, she could not tell. Anyway, it was a little different from usual.

Seeing his wife ask such a question, Fan Wenbin laughed and thought of something. He casually lied. The people from the county tax bureau came to the company for routine inspection work today. He had to accompany them for lunch, so he could not go home on time.

After hanging up the phone, he could not help but laugh bitterly. Then, he looked at the four big and powerful words on the wall, "Know White and Guard Black. " He sighed and drove to the Coiling Dragon Temple. He wanted to find some temporary comfort and tranquility from Old Monk Kong.

Since the last time they had an accident at dusk, they had been sitting in a very quiet earroom. After talking for a long time, he talked to the old monk, who was about the same age as his deceased grandfather, Fan Zhengkun. He had a new understanding of this old monk, who had once fished up corpses from the Yellow River. In terms of Buddhism cultivation, he was an eminent monk with a deep cultivation base.

As he drove along the Binhai Road across the Mei Beach suspension bridge, he intentionally looked at the construction site. When he saw Ning Peng, Wang Jianguo, leading the people to plant the plants, he could not help but feel a sense of relief in his heart. Based on the progress of the construction, by the spring of next year, they would definitely be able to ensure the quality and quality through the county's environmental protection bureau's inspection.

Suddenly, when he saw Wang Jianguo's busy figure, he couldn't help but think of that ancient Roman Gilded Silver Plate. According to the ancient Silk Road's research expert, Yao Guanqun, this silver plate had a very high cultural value. It was a treasure that could be chanced upon but not sought after.

This rare silk road treasure had been openly placed in his office for many days now. No one had noticed it, let alone asking about its origins. It was just quietly placed there.

It seemed that his move. . . He had made the right move. Wasn't there an old saying that the most dangerous place was. . . It was also the safest place. Who would have thought that it was a rare and precious treasure? It was just like an ordinary disc used by every household, openly placed under their eyes.

Pan Long Temple was located on the peak of General Gu's Coiling Dragon Peak on the north bank of the Yellow River. At this moment, under the backdrop of the gloomy and vast sky, Standing alone, he seemed even more lonely and arrogant, like an old monk whose name was empty. He was different from the rest of the world, and stood proudly by the Yellow River.

As soon as he stepped into the mountain gate, the old monk Kong quickly came out to welcome him. He bowed to Fan Wenbin and said, "Amitabha. " He said with a smile, "Director Fan, it is rare for you to come here today. " He then raised his head to look at the gloomy sky and said, "Quickly go to your ear room and sit. It is very cold outside. "

Ever since the last encounter, he learned that Fan Wenbin was the eldest grandson of Fan Zhengkun, who used to shock both sides of the Yellow River. He was also the CEO of the listed company Hua Cheng Corporation. Old Monk Kong had always addressed him as "CEO Fan," instead of calling him "benefactor" like other people did.

"I have nothing to do today, so I specially came to the Coiling Dragon Temple to pay a visit to the Ancestor. " Fan Wenbin smiled slightly. He understood the old monk's enthusiasm very well. Then, he said, "I'll go and offer incense to the Buddha first. When I'm done, I'll ask the Ancestral Founder for guidance. " After he finished speaking, he walked into the Mahavira Hall very calmly.

Fan Wenbin, who had received a very traditional education since he was young, had never believed in Buddha, but he did not reject Buddha either. In the evening of the last time, in his hometown, in this very famous temple, after having a long chat with Old Monk Kong late at night, the feeling of emptiness actually faintly affected his heart.

After he finished offering the incense, when he walked into the earroom, he saw that there was already steaming hot tea overflowing with fragrance. Fan Wenbin knew that the old monk took out the Jade Turquoise Spring that he usually did not want to drink to entertain the 'distinguished guest' in his eyes. He could not help but feel warm in his heart and was very touched.

This Yellow River monk, who had been a monk for his entire life at a young age, had never married and had children in his entire life. He had accompanied the Buddha day and night, but he was still very clear about the customs and customs of the secular world. He was also very particular about them.

After all, he was also a human. A very ordinary mortal body was far from reaching an extraordinary and lofty realm. He still had to rely on the money offered by the devotees to eat, drink, scatter, and live in this materialistic reality society.

"Director Fan, drink some hot tea to warm up your body. " Old Monk Kong gently placed the teacup in front of Fan Wenbin, and with his right hand, he moved the dark brown bead on his chest. He stared at the other party and smiled. After a moment, he said in a clear voice, "Today, you specially came to the Coiling Dragon Temple to offer incense, which is out of my expectations. "

This was the truth. After winter, even though the days were getting longer and longer, But the weather was getting colder and colder day by day. Very few people came to the temple to offer incense. Even on the first day or the fifteenth day, there weren't many people. It could be said that there were very few. The old monk was extremely anxious. However, he couldn't just stand on the street like he did in business. He shouted at the top of his lungs, but he could only secretly feel anxious.

Just as he was anxious and at a loss for what to do, Fan Wenbin, the tycoon of the famous listed company in the Great Safety County, unexpectedly came uninvited at such a cold afternoon. It made Old Monk Kong overjoyed, and he was very happy in his heart.

Ever since he became a monk, it had been more than fifty years. Although he rarely went out, and stayed in the temple all day long, either reading scriptures or chatting with visitors, or watching the tide rise and fall, smiling and looking at the vicissitudes of life, to be honest, the old monk had not completely separated himself from the world of mortals, and had reached the pure realm of 'emptiness and tranquility', which was advocated by Buddha.

Today, he saw Fan Wenbin come uninvited. The old monk, Kong, naturally understood that at this time, this big boss came to Coiling Dragon Temple alone. He must have encountered a problem that he could not solve at the moment. He used the name of burning incense and paying respects to Buddha to seek temporary relief and tranquility in his heart.

Whenever he encountered a troublesome matter, he would come to the temple to seek relief, or perhaps to seek guidance from Buddha. There were not many cases like this in the past, but recently, there had been a lot of cases like this. For some reason, over the past few years, the number of incidents had gradually increased. Most of them were people in the political and business world, mostly middle-aged men with successful careers.

"Sigh, a straightforward person does not speak secretly. I met with a troublesome matter and felt uncomfortable. I specially came to the temple to chat with my ancestor. " In front of Old Monk Kong, Fan Wenbin felt that there was no need to play dumb. When he saw him ask him a question, he told him the truth in full detail.

This old monk, who had a deep cultivation in Buddhism and was well aware of the affairs of the world, had already known his purpose of coming here a long time ago. Rather than hiding it, he might as well say it out loud. This way, when the two of them spoke, it would also be convenient for them to speak freely.

Seeing Fan Wenbin speak the truth when he saw the mountain and the mountains, with a very straightforward manner, Old Monk Kong smiled and nodded. While expressing that he understood very well, he thought to himself that this kind of character was very similar to his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun. Of course, according to what he knew, this was also a very obvious characteristic of the Fan Clan's character.

After a short while, seeing Fan Wenbin only focused on drinking tea and sighing, and not saying anything else, Old Monk Kong could not help but ask, "Director Fan, what trouble have you encountered? Tell me, let me hear it. Perhaps, I, the old monk, can help you free yourself.

Since Fan Wenbin came specifically to seek freedom, he should help him. The Buddha said, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. " Furthermore, doing good to accumulate virtue was something that the Buddha had always advocated. Doing good was definitely doing good with good intentions, and only after doing so would one be able to do good. Those who did good would have a stable understanding, and having a clear conscience was for the sake of virtue. Being able to endure and not retreat was also accomplishing merit.

Fifty years ago, at the critical moment when he was swept into the Yellow River by a whirlwind, if not for Fan Zhengkun not caring about his old evil and jumping into the Yellow River to save him without caring about his own safety, his corpse would have already sunk into the rolling Yellow River. How could he have the chance to talk to his eldest grandson today?

At this time, seeing that Old Monk Kong really wanted to help him, Fan Wenbin no longer cared about his identity as the CEO of a listed company. He recounted the situation that he had encountered to the bottom of his heart. After that, he sighed slightly and said a few words that were hidden in the bottom of his heart.

"Ancestral Advisor, this is the trouble that has troubled me. It has made my head dizzy and my mind a mess. I can't calm down for a while. If someone else wants to pursue the legal responsibility of tax evasion, I may not be able to escape punishment and will be jailed. Today, I specifically came here to ask for your guidance.

In front of old monk Kong, who was an outsider, he openly said that he had tax evasion, as well as the serious consequences caused by it. Fan Wenbin did not feel that there was anything to worry about at all. Originally, he came to the Coiling Dragon Temple today to seek relief. What was there to be afraid of because of his face?

When Fan Wenbin was explaining the cause and effect of the matter, Old Monk Kong had been listening very seriously. He did not interrupt until he finished speaking. He could not help but sigh. In his heart, he thought to himself, 'Smart people would be misled by their intelligence. If they do bad things, they should be punished by the law. ' " If there is a reason, there must be a result. If there is a reason, there must be a reason. If there is a reason, there must be a reason for it. If there is a reason, there must be a reason for it. If there is a reason, there must be a reason for it

Although he said it in his heart, on the surface, he had a very understanding and very sympathetic expression. After a moment, he said very calmly, "Director Fan, this is the calamity you encountered. To escape this calamity, to be honest, it is very difficult. "

Seeing that Old Monk Kong's expression was very calm, and he spoke in such a manner, Fan Wenbin's heart could not help but sink. He stared at the other party and asked in a swift voice, "Ancestor Advisor, is it really very difficult to escape this calamity?" He said it as if he didn't believe it. He said, "Could it be that there's no other way?"

"A man has his plans, and a man has his own destiny. There must be a way. But, it depends on which way you take " Seeing that Fan Wenbin was a little anxious, Old Monk Kong sneered and said confidently, "For this kind of matter, if a big shot comes forward and says a word, perhaps, the big matter can be reduced to a small matter, and the small matter can be reduced to nothing. "

Big figure? Fan Wenbin stared at Old Monk Kong, and in his mind, he suddenly remembered a sentence that his father, Fan Youmin, had said in front of the independent stone in his hometown. "If you encounter any difficulties, go and find someone. His name is Lin Hong, and he will do his best to help you. "

Later on, he found out that this person called Lin Hong was a knowledgeable youth from forty years ago who had come to the Fan family from Xijing City to cut the queue. Together with his father, Fan Youmin, they had been raising cows and horses in the army for seven or eight years. Not long ago, he had brought his family and specially came to the Fan family to visit the villagers who had taken care of him back then.

Not long after the county tax bureau inspection team entered Huacheng Group, Fan Wenbin faintly felt that the situation was not good when he saw his team leader Wu Zhenshan's cold and firm manner. For this, he even specially looked for Yao Guanqun once, wanting him to come up with a good idea for him.

After listening to the process of the matter, Yao Guanqun also mentioned this Lin Hong, and suggested that he go and look for her. However, it was unknown what he was thinking at that time, but Fan Wenbin actually used the excuse that Lin Hong had already retired, and that she had gone out to drink tea as an excuse, and refused to look for her.

After that, he followed Yao Guanqun's suggestion and went to the county government to look for the deputy county head, Chen Yan Qing. Unexpectedly, Chen Yanqing went to the provincial capital of Lan Province to participate in a training class. He would only be able to return after the training ended.

At this moment, when he recalled Yao Guanqun's suggestion and saw that Old Monk Kong reminded him in such a way, Fan Wenbin finally came to a realization. He felt that it was a huge mistake to not listen to Yao Guanqun's suggestion and look for Lin Hong. It was also a very low-level mistake that should not have been made.

Thus, a very strong sense of regret surged in his heart, and he immediately decided to make a trip to Xijing City tomorrow. Under the banner of his father, Fan Youmin, he would find this person called Lin Hong and ask him to help him once. Perhaps, on account of his father's face, Lin Hong would help him.

At this moment, the room gradually darkened. Old Monk Kong got up and lit up the light bulb, then filled their teacups with boiling water. He stared at Fan Wenbin and saw that he was seriously and seriously thinking about it. He did not say anything and just sat quietly, occasionally revealing a smile with a rich meaning.

When the two of them first met, From the fact that Fan Wenbin quietly came to the Coiling Dragon Temple to burn incense at dusk, Old Monk Kong could tell that although Fan Wenbin had been working hard in the Shang Sea for many years and had been through a lot of trouble, his scholar temperament, which he cherished his face, had not changed completely.

After a short while, he said softly, "Director Fan. You have worked hard in the business world for many years, so you must know a lot of people with power and influence. I think. . . Your relationship with them must also be good. Perhaps. . . There are also a few very loyal old friends. At this time, there was no need to care about face anymore. He boldly went to look for them, perhaps. . . It might be useful.

In the eyes of Old Monk Kong, Fan Wenbin was a wise man with a kind heart and a kind heart. He was also a man who would not harm others. Compared to his deceased grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, the two of them were very similar in the ways of the world. He would rather suffer a small loss than harm others.

Now, such a boss was already very rare. In the society, those bosses who made money were mostly cruel and merciless people who loved money as much as their lives. They were even shameless and shameless. They were thick-skinned and black-hearted. They would do anything for money. They would do anything.

Old Monk Kong's words reminded Fan Wenbin once again. He drank a mouthful of tea and said with a smile, "Ancestral Advisor is right. I indeed have a few old friends with power and influence. It's time to look for them. "

"Director Fan, I see that you've overworked yourself and your Vitality is a little lacking. " After a long time, with a strong heart of care, Old Monk Kong said quietly, "In the future, when you do things, don't think about strange and dangerous places. You should start from peaceful and safe places. "

When he said this, he already knew that. . . Looking at it from the bone, Fan Wenbin's golden age had passed. He did not have much to do in his lifetime. However, he could not directly say what he meant. He could only say very implicitly, "Do things calmly, to your parents. To your family, especially to you. . . It's very good for you.

By the time they left the Coiling Dragon Temple, the sky had already turned completely dark. The sky was filled with stars, and the lights on both sides of the Yellow River complemented each other. Every time the lanterns rose, it was also the time when the night life in the city had just begun. Although it was now late winter and the weather was very cold, it was still bustling like summer.

The moment he walked out of the entrance of the Coiling Dragon Temple, Fan Wenbin could not help but turn his head to look at his earroom. He saw that the lights were very bright in the night sky. Suddenly, he felt that this was a ray of light of wisdom that could illuminate the doubts of the human world and also understand the deceit of the secular world.

Tonight, the heart of this mortal who was unfortunately involved in the struggle for the horn of the human world seemed to be lit up as well. Yes, in the future, when doing things, he had to start from a peaceful point of view. He could not be like in the past, from a strange and precipitous place, no matter what the consequences were, he could not blindly charge forward and fight fiercely.