C210 I Have Something to Say to You

"Manager Fan, people can't come back to life after death. You should be more open-minded. " Finally, after he finished talking about a very profound Buddhist mantra, Old Monk Kong stared at the other party with a pair of bright eyes and said loudly, "How can a good person live forever? How can one not die if one is afraid of the dead? No matter what, let nature take its course. There is no need to be too sad.

Duan Xiangmei, the wife of Fan Wenbin, the richest man in Daan, quickly spread the news of an accident on the way home at night. At the same time, she was told by the kind men and women who were burning incense to return their wishes to Old Monk Kong at the first moment.

Regarding this, on the morning when the sun had just risen, he stood at the mountain gate with the wind blowing against his face. He gazed at Daan County, which was becoming more and more prosperous by the day, across the river. His expression was very calm. After a long time, he used a low and deep voice to say, "Amitabha. "

At this moment, he recalled Fan Wenbin's grandfather. That brother who had once roamed both sides of the Yellow River, the Supreme Elder, Fan Zhengkun. Back then, if Fan Zhengkun had not risked his life to save him, he would have been buried in the belly of a fish for many years.

After eating vegetarian and chanting Buddhist scriptures for so many years, life was death, death was life. Life and death were life and death. It was just reincarnation. His heart was already very calm, just like when a fierce wind swept across the earth. No matter how the Yellow River water rolled and churned, those stones that emerged from the surface of the water still stood silently at the center of the Yellow River for thousands of years.

In the long years of his life, he had experienced too many life and death separation. For this old monk who had been in the Void Gate for more than fifty years, life and death was no longer an ordinary matter. It was just like how a person ate a meal and poop. It was very normal to enter and exit, so there was no need to make a fuss about it.

Buddha knew where life came from, and where death came from. However, those ordinary people didn't know. They didn't know where life came from. So. . . They were afraid of death. Buddha could clearly see life and death. This place was dead, how could it be dead? It was his body that had fallen. A body is not me, a body is like a piece of clothing. His clothes were torn, take it off. The clothes are dead, change into a new one. . . So it didn't die!

However, for those families who had just lost their loved ones, there were very few people who could have such a calm attitude. At this time, even though Fan Wenbin was in the Buddhist Pure Land, he did not fully understand the profound and difficult Buddhist Dharma. However, the grief in his heart was still very heavy.

"Ancestor, I have a request. I wonder if you can say it?" After listening to the old monk talk about Buddhism, After a long while, Fan Wenbin carefully asked. Actually, this was the real reason why he specially came to the Coiling Dragon Temple today to pay a visit to Old Monk Kong.

Last time, after he personally blocked the fist-sized black hole that was emitting hot steam on his grandfather's grave according to Daoist Priest ZhenYangzi's guidance, he thought that the vital energy would not leak out again. However, after his wife met with misfortune, he secretly thought that the vital energy in his grandfather's tomb was still leaking non-stop.

Since the idea of moving his grandfather's grave was difficult to realize, it had also given birth to the idea of inviting a monk who was even more skilled than Zhenzi Yangzi to go to the old camp of the Fan Family in the Red Groove to take a look at his grandfather's grave. Then, he would look at the old camp of the Fan Family in the Red Groove and take a look at his grandfather's grave. If there were any other problems, he should hurry up and treat them as well, so as to avoid any more problems.

After thinking about it for a while, very quickly, a very mysterious figure appeared in Fan Wenbin's mind very clearly. This very mysterious figure was not someone else. It was the old monk, who was known as the "Ancestor Advisor" of the Coiling Dragon Temple.

He even thought to himself that this was a legendary figure that was even more profound and profound than the cultivation of Zhenyang Zi's magical technique. Moreover, the reception was very low-profile. According to many people, he was an expert that hid himself from the world.

Furthermore, his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, had saved the old monk's life back then. Now, he had encountered an extremely difficult matter, and he had begged the Coiled Dragon Temple. This old monk surely wouldn't stand idly by and do nothing, right?

At this moment, when he saw Fan Wenbin's expression was very mysterious, and he had a very cautious look as if he wanted to say something, Old Monk Kong faintly smiled, and thought to himself, 'As expected, he came to the Coiling Dragon Temple with a special intention. '

To tell the truth, the moment he heard that Duan Xiangmei had met with misfortune, Kong strongly realized that Fan Wenbin had returned to the Coiling Dragon Temple to see him. In his eyes, Fan Zhengkun's eldest grandson was a very intelligent person.

As expected, at noon today, Fan Wenbin braved the cold wind and walked into the entrance of the Coiling Dragon Temple with a distressed expression. It made Old Monk Kong very happy, but he also vaguely guessed the true purpose of Fan Zhengkun's visit to the Coiling Dragon Temple.

"Director Fan, it's not like this is the first time we've met. " Old Monk Kong drank a mouthful of tea and said with a smile, "Between old friends, if there's anything, just say it. As long as I can do it, I will do my best.

Fan Wenbin pondered for a moment, and then said the true purpose of his visit in a very difficult manner. In the end, he said in a begging tone, "It would be great if Ancestral Advisor could personally go to the Fan family's old camp in the Red Groove to take a look. "

In Daan, moving the ancestors' graves was a very grand matter. It was not something that could be moved as one wished. As a native of Da An, Old Monk Kong was very clear about the twists and turns in the tomb. He also knew the reason why Fan Wenbin invited him to take a look at the ancestors' graves.

The Fan family was a rich family that the Fan family was ferrying. There were many children and grandchildren. It was extremely difficult to get everyone to agree to move Fan Zhengkun's tomb. However, it was very easy to quietly go to the tomb and take a look without anyone noticing.

However, the moment Fan Wenbin walked into the mountain gate, old monk Kong had already made up his mind in his heart. So, after pondering for a while, he solemnly said something that disappointed Fan Wenbin, "As a monk, I have never done such a thing. "

Fan Wenbin knew that this was the truth. Old Monk Zhi Kong was naturally indifferent, unlike Daoist Priest Zhen Yangzi from White Cloud Temple, who liked to gather in lively places, and was even more unwilling to interfere in other people's matters. Even if someone drew lots to divine their fortune, it would still be a matter of time. He wouldn't give a very detailed explanation.

It was precisely because of this that this old monk who had entered the Void Gate for more than 50 years. . . On both sides of the Yellow River, there were many legends that covered him in a layer of very mysterious colors. In many people's eyes, this old monk was like a divine dragon that could not be seen at all.

Seeing that the other party's expression was very solemn, and his tone was also very decisive, Fan Wenbin felt his heart suddenly sink. It was as if a huge boulder was pressing down on him, heavy and heavy. He actually could not help but secretly sigh in disappointment.

It seemed that this old monk had a very clear understanding of the world's customs and relationships. He would definitely not do something that would harm the reputation of Buddhism like other monks for the sake of money. In addition to being deeply disappointed, he also respected old monk Kong even more.

That afternoon, he returned to his hometown and went straight to the entrance of Fan Family's primary school to take a look at his youngest son's mannerisms. Coincidentally, his mother, Wang Fang, was also at the school gate. Now, receiving Fan Xueyi and going to school every day had become Wang Fang's most important task.

In the past two years, a very terrifying rumor had spread from somewhere. It was said that there was a group of human traffickers driving around in various villages and snatching children whenever they saw them. Many elderly people were so scared that they did not dare to let their grandchildren go to school alone. They were afraid that something would happen and that it would be difficult for them to account to their son and daughter-in-law who went out to work.

On the second day after his wife got into trouble, in order to not scare the young Fan Xuewen and not cause him any psychological trauma in the future, Fan Wenbin asked Ning Peng to send him back to his hometown. It had been a while, and he missed it very much.

Seeing that his father had returned from a business trip, Fan Xueli, who had just finished school, was very happy. He threw himself into Fan Wenbin's arms and could not help but cry. He had not been in the Fan family for long, and after the novelty had passed, he began to miss the days in the city, arguing that he wanted to return to his home.

Later, Fan Youmin and his old couple personally went to Fan Youcai and told him about the idea of letting Fan Xueli study at the Fan residence's primary school. They received a warm welcome from the principal.

After entering the school for a few days, Fan Xueli and those children who were around the same age quickly became familiar with each other. They were very happy with each other and rarely made a fuss about going back to the city.

"Dad, why are you only back now?" Fan Xueli ate the good food his father brought and asked repeatedly, "I miss you so much, you and my mother. " After a while, he asked again, "When will my mother come?"

Fan Wenbin forcefully endured the pain in his heart and comforted him with a smile. "Learn the courtesy. Your mother is now a famous celebrity. She is teaching in several high schools in Lan Province and is very busy. Maybe she'll be back in a while.

Seeing that his father was speaking in a serious manner, Fan Xue Li naturally believed him. A trace of pride appeared on his face and he did not continue to ask. In his young heart, his mother, Duan Xiangmei, was indeed a very good teacher. She was much better than his former form teacher, Teacher Zhang Yuqin, and the other teachers.

Just as the father and son were chatting happily at the school gate, Fan Youcai walked out of the school gate and asked Fan Wenbin with a smile on his face. He stood by the side and silently watched the father and son speak.

After a short while, Fan Wenbin saw that Fan Youcai seemed to have something to say. He said to his mother, Wang Fang, "Mom, bring Xue Li home first. " Then he said to his son, "Xue Li, you go back with grandma first. In a while, dad will be back. "

He stood at the school gate and watched with his eyes. After his mother and son went far away, Fan Wenbin looked at Fan Youcai for a moment and asked, "Sixth Uncle. Do you have something to say to me?"

Fan Wenbin was very grateful that Sixth Uncle was able to happily take care of his youngest son and was very enthusiastic about taking care of him. This Sixth Uncle, who had been an elementary school teacher for his entire life, was indeed a very kind and honest person. Although he did not have any great prospects in his life, he was very worthy of respect.

More than thirty years ago, when Fan Wenbin, who was in middle school, was about to give up his studies and mingle with society, Fan Youcai had just graduated from the Daan Normal University and was assigned to teach at the Fan Family Primary School. He was very responsible to persuade his nephew to continue attending school and not be fooled by the small profits in front of him. He had to be able to see the future with his eyes.

Now, at the most difficult and painful time for him, he let Fan Xueli enter Fan Jiadu Primary School to study. He knew that according to the county education bureau's rules, it was very difficult to transfer children, be it primary school or secondary school. It was very difficult to do.

When they were chatting, Zhao Yu talked about her husband, Sun Yukai, transferring children to a relative. She couldn't help but shake her head and say that it was too difficult. Furthermore, Sun Yukai was the head of the County Department of Education's Teacher Qualification Share. It was also very difficult for someone to speak. One could imagine how difficult it would be if it was someone else.

Fan Youcai smiled wryly when he saw Fan Wenbin ask him, "Bin Bin, Li Manrong asked me to bring a message to you. He wanted to invite you to his house tonight to say that he has something to say to you. "

After a moment, as if worried that Fan Wenbin wouldn't want to go, Fan Youcai added: "He also said that he wanted me to accompany you. He has something to discuss with you. " After he finished speaking, he stared at the other party, afraid that he would not be willing to go.

How did Li Manrong know that I came back? Fan Wenbin thought for a moment and understood. Just now, when he entered the village, he passed by Li Man Rong's wife, Ma Zhaocui's restaurant, and even bought some of his son's favorite foods.

It seemed that Ma Zhaocui had told the man that he had returned to the Fan family's residence as soon as he went out. No wonder Li Manrong had asked Fan Youcai to invite him to the Li family's residence.

What important matter would he have to discuss with him? Besides, he also wanted Sixth Uncle to accompany him? With a belly full of doubt, Fan Wenbin and Fan Youcai walked into the Li family's courtyard together.