Chapter 75 Jigong Living Buddha

At midnight, the bald old man knocked on my door. After opening the door, I found that the bald old man was sweating profusely, his expression was distorted, and he was covering his ears with both hands, feeling miserable.

I know that the sound of chanting sutras must have sounded in his ears again...

I took a deep breath, quickly helped the bald old man sit down, and then asked with a smile: "Old sir, do you have a headache?"

"nonsense."

"If I spend 100,000 yuan to buy your health now, will you agree?" I asked.

"Are you blackmailing me?" He stared at me with his cannibal eyes.

I waved my hand quickly: "Of course not, it's just a metaphor."

"Yes!" The bald old man was silent for a long time, and finally said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, how much money did you charge for the dinner tonight? I'll give it back to you." I said, "Just think of it as spending money to buy peace of mind."

The bald old man shouted angrily: "You eavesdropped on me? How did you know I took the money?"

I smiled and said, "The Buddha beads told me. There is an enlightened monk living in the Buddha beads. The monk can monitor you at any time."

The bald old man was stunned immediately and looked around in a panic: "Where...is it? Why didn't I see it? You must be deceiving me, right?"

I shrugged: "I don't have to deceive you, I'm just doing it for your own good. If I really want to deceive you, how about I just make up a story that you can believe? There's no need to make you lose such a big temper."

Finally, the bald old man said in frustration: "Take 200,000 from my card and send it to this address!"

After saying that, the bald old man took out a bank card from his arms with difficulty, and then wrote an address to me: "Remember, it must be kept confidential and must not be seen by outsiders."

I smiled and said, don't worry, I'll do the work, and then I followed the address to find him.

In a luxurious villa, I met a fat contractor. He looked like he had just done strenuous exercise with a girl, and his head was covered in sweat.

When I put the money on the table, he immediately panicked and asked me what happened? Is it because the mayor thinks there are too few?

I said it's not too little, the mayor has realized it. You guys, please wake up as soon as possible and stop doing such sneaky things.

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving the contractor standing there with a look of astonishment on his face.

After returning home, the bald old man no longer had a headache and even watched TV leisurely. After discovering that I was back, his originally leisurely expression immediately turned cold: "How are things going?"

"I did as you told me."

"Hmph, actually if you didn't tell me today, I would have paid the money back. It's just that on that occasion, I couldn't refuse him, otherwise I wouldn't give him face..." the bald old man said.

I quickly said that it was that, I knew it in my heart, old gentleman, you don’t need to say more.

He snorted coldly and said, "Just keep it clear in your mind." Then he went back to sleep beautifully.

In the next few days, the bald old man became much more honest. He refused many wine and dinner events in front of me. I don’t know if he sincerely repented or if he was just pretending in front of me.

About half a month later, the bald old man has been staying calm and diligent, and my 'treatment' has been effective immediately. He has had enough sleep in the past half month and can no longer hear the sound of the monks chanting sutras.

After work that day, the bald old man came to me and said that he had completely repented and repented, and he felt deeply guilty for the sins he had committed before. The matter of the Buddhist beads should be almost settled, right?

I laughed and said it should be okay as long as you keep it up.

The bald old man let out a long sigh, patted me on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "The past ten days or so with you have been the most practical days of my life. I will take this incident as a lesson." , I will work diligently to be a good official from now on!"

I smiled and said that was fine. I am indeed exhausted from following you. I have gone back to do business. As long as you keep a clean mind, you will not be troubled by the Buddha's message in the future.

I thought it was really okay this time, but I didn't expect this old guy to start making trouble again.

That is, one night about two or three days after leaving the bald old man, the middle-aged man suddenly rushed into the store aggressively, accompanied by two policemen.

I was frightened by this battle and quickly asked what happened?

The middle-aged man dragged me into the room and looked at me with a cannibalistic look: "Didn't you say that the mayor will never be troubled by the sound of Buddha again? Last night he heard the sound of those monks chanting sutras again. Now he is suffering from brain congestion and is still lying in the intensive care unit. Who should bear this responsibility?"

I couldn't help but laugh. It must be that the old guy's hand was itchy again.

But this middle-aged man came here because of the gunpowder. Now if I contradict him, it will be me who suffers after all.

So I tried my best to suppress the anger in my heart and said, "Let's do this! You take me to see the old gentleman. I have to understand the ins and outs of the whole thing first."

The middle-aged man immediately took me into the car and went straight to the Municipal People's Hospital.

When we went there, the bald old man was out of danger and was living in the VIP ward.

After seeing me, he felt a rush of blood and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

I sneered repeatedly, wondering why this old corrupt official was not dead? That would save me a lot of trouble.

The bald old man asked: "I...I did exactly...according to your instructions. Why...why doesn't it work?"

I took a deep breath, glanced at the middle-aged man, and said, "You can go out first. The old gentleman and I want to talk about something."

The middle-aged man looked at me suspiciously, but finally walked out of the ward under the order of the bald old man.

I pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the bald old man: "Are you sure you haven't done anything untoward?"

"I...I swear, I have never done this." The bald old man swore.

I stared into his eyes, and then took out the prayer beads from my pocket.

The moment he saw the beads, the bald old man became excited: "You...didn't you say you couldn't find the beads? Why did you find them again?"

I smiled. In fact, when I stayed at the bald old man's house on the first night, I had already found the beads according to the old monk's instructions. But I did not hand over the beads because I knew in my heart that once I handed them over, the bald old man would definitely destroy the beads when he was desperate.

Since I broke justice before, I will naturally compensate for this justice, so I took the trouble to bring the beads with me, hoping that he would really repent!

But it seems that he still hasn't been tortured enough.

"Give me the beads." The bald old man said excitedly, "I have a way to deal with it."

"Huh?" I put the beads to my ears in a pretentious manner, pretending to listen to the voice in the beads. After listening for a moment, I handed the beads to the bald old man and said, "It told me that you are going to destroy it..."

The bald old man's hand trembled, and the beads immediately fell to the ground.

I picked up the beads again, pointed to the blood I had painted on them, and said, "It tells me that you will suffer a bloody disaster in the near future. Justice is in the heart of the people, and it will be useless to destroy him."

The bald old man closed his eyes in despair: "Then what does he want?"

"It's no longer the problem of the beads, but your problem." I said, "Only complete repentance can redeem yourself."

"I know." The bald old man looked at the ceiling with dejected eyes: "Let's go, I know what to do..."

I nodded and left, and the beads were naturally taken away by me.

I hope he really wakes up!

A few days later, Li Mazi told me something. The bald old man’s secretary was arrested because he had received a lot of stolen money without telling the bald old man, and was reported by a mysterious person.

I was dumbfounded. No wonder the bald old man had sworn that he had confiscated the money, but it turned out that he had borrowed the help of his secretary to do it.

He felt that this trick should work to conceal the truth from the sky, but the sky net was so sparse that it was not revealed, and Buddha beads still noticed it.

Not long after that, the bald old man also surrendered, fully confessing all his previous crimes, and even implicated a large number of officials, causing considerable turmoil in the city's official circles.

Later, I went to see the bald old man, and found that the bald old man was more radiant than before, much more energetic, and full of vitality.

It is completely different from the old man who spoke in official style all day long and looked haggard.

The first question I asked was, why did you turn yourself in?

The bald old man smiled slightly and said, "Because I dreamed about the enlightened monk you mentioned."

I was shocked, so I quickly asked what the eminent monk had said.

The bald old man sighed: "He only asked me one sentence, what kind of life do I want? I told him that I want a very simple life, drinking tea and playing chess when I have nothing to do, staying away from officialdom, tired Take a break when you have enough rest, plant some flowers and plants, and make a friend or two.”

"Then he told me that money can't buy these things, and my heart has been blinded by money."

"After I woke up, I felt much more guilty, and my mind was filled with the words of the eminent monk. It wasn't until a few days ago that I suddenly understood, so I resolutely called the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection..."

"When I talked about the sins that were weighing on my heart bit by bit, I obviously felt a lot more relaxed. Although I am now living in prison, I live a very fulfilling life every day. I feel that I have never experienced anything like this in my life. It was such a pleasant experience.”

The bald old man looked at me and showed a flat smile.

Later, by chance, I learned the origin of that string of Buddhist beads.

During the Southern Song Dynasty, a strange monk named Daoji came out. This monk Daoji went crazy every day. He drank, drank and ate meat. He even said that the food and wine passed through the intestines and stayed in the heart of the Buddha. As a result, I was kicked out of the temple.

But he is well aware of the sufferings of the world. Everywhere he travels, he helps local people solve their problems and loves to fight against injustice.

When the common people saw Monk Daoji, they saw him as a Living Buddha. When corrupt officials saw Monk Daoji, they looked like a snake and a scorpion. Over time, the common people respectfully called him: Living Buddha Jigong.

And the string of beads on the hand of Jigong Living Buddha is exactly called justice.

There is a Living Buddha Jigong living in each of our hearts. Only by doing good deeds and doing good deeds can we have a clear conscience.