Chapter 163: Minister of Finance
Thinking of this, the old man finally couldn't bear the restlessness in his heart and shouted loudly, "Jia Wang! Where is Jia Wang?" The old voice echoed in the deep courtyard of the mansion, instantly awakening the sleeping old butler Li Jiawang and a large family.
Quickly, the mansion of Finance Minister Li Guang was bustling with butlers, bodyguards, and maids all lighting up in a hurry. After a period of hustle and bustle, the main entrance of Li Mansion opened wide and three black Citroen bulletproof cars drove out. No one knows why the old master Li Guang went out in the middle of the night? No one dares to ask him.
Li Guang sat in the middle car lost in thought. He has been in politics for many years, and the family estate and clan leader are borne by his younger brother. He remembered that before his father passed away, he had told them: "If there are any major difficulties in your two brothers' lives that cannot be solved, go to the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, Henan to pray to the Buddha." Li Guang saw his father in his dream tonight, which suddenly reminded him of what his father had said before his death.
Li Guang sneered at his father's words, believing that the Buddha should be respected and worshipped, but it is difficult to say whether the Buddha can bless him. Because billions of people in this world pray to Buddha every day. If Buddha fulfills everyone's wishes, how long will Buddha have to work? Isn't it too busy? Moreover, he only saw people building temples and setting up statues for the gods. No god has ever served humanity. Confucius also said not to discuss ghosts and gods that do not exist in this world. If ghosts and gods exist in another world, then we don't have to discuss them. Li Guang thought this was the smartest thing Confucius had ever said! When Li Guang was young, he worked as an international student in England, so he didn't believe in the ghosts and gods of the East.
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Three cars ran from darkness to dawn, and at noon the next day, a noisy market blocked the convoy. On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar calendar every month in villages and towns, there are big gatherings. The strange and pleasant sounds of selling in the market are endless, with vegetables, grains, fabrics and satin, agricultural tools and iron pots, everything present. Together with the sound of wheels and the chirping of poultry and livestock, they create a secular noise.
Li Guang asked Li Jiawang, the old housekeeper in the passenger seat, to buy two golden Shaobing (Baked cake in griddle) and Red-Stewed Duck legs for everyone to satisfy their hunger. The car slowly passed through the market and half an hour later arrived at the square in front of the White Horse Temple.
White Horse Temple was the first temple built after Buddhism was introduced to China, and it is also the birthplace of Buddhism in China, Vietnam, North Korea, Japan, and European and American countries.
There is a short old monk sweeping the floor in the front yard of Baima Temple. He heard the sound of cars parked on the square outside, smiled slightly, but sighed again, "He has finally arrived."
Although the White Horse Temple is very famous, many of its buildings were destroyed in the war due to the warlord wars in the late Qing Dynasty. At this time, there were only three main halls, covering an area of dozens of acres. The old butler Li Jiawang arranged for bodyguards to guard the front and back doors of the temple, and then followed the remaining bodyguards into the White Horse Temple with the old owner.
Li Guang turned to the butler and said, "You guys are waiting for me in the front yard.". Then he walked up the White Marble steps alone and went straight to the main hall where Buddha was worshipped. He felt a bit self deprecating in his heart, as it was said that Shakyamuni had only lived to be eighty years old, and there were still two of his relics in this temple. If Buddha knew he was here to pray for longevity, he didn't know what he would think?
The winter sunshine outside the main hall is warm and bright, but deep inside the hall, where Buddha statues are placed, is a place where sunlight cannot shine for years, so rows of candles are still lit. With a revered heart, Li Guang first put incense and kowtowed in the incense burner, devoutly praying, "Respected Buddha, I am your follower Li Guang. I have been diligent and disciplined throughout my life, making outstanding contributions to the country and the nation. Please bless me, let me live for another twenty years. I will make my family the first noble family in China and make China a different country."