Yuan Qingling weakly protested in her heart, no, you are a monkey, what do you know? Science is science and has nothing to do with Buddhism.
"What you mean is that the Buddhas you believe in have brains that are more developed than others, so they have powers that are close to gods. I don't agree with you. I don't agree with you." Yuan Qingling shook his head.
The abbot smiled and changed the subject and said: "This medicine box is not controlled by me, but by you, princess. It's just that you have never tapped into your potential. You even said that you deliberately suppressed the power given to you by your brain."
Yuan Qingling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she shook her head and said: "I don't agree with what you said. You should talk about Buddhism in a down-to-earth manner, so that everyone can feel at ease."
"Just think that I am talking nonsense, but one day, the princess will understand." The abbot said.
Yuan Qingling quickly stood up. He couldn't stay in this place for long. The longer he stayed, the weirder it would become.
She would rather believe in gods and Buddhas than believe in his nonsense.
"I'm not that monkey, I just used to study the same subject as the princess, and almost used the same method to come here. It's been fifty-two years now." The abbot said slowly.
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "You...are you?"
The abbot said: "Yuan Bo doesn't know me. I followed your research project three hundred years after you."
"So, you are a person who does scientific research, and now you become a Buddhist monk?" Yuan Qingling was even more dumbfounded.
"Everything in the world is enlightened by knowledge!" The abbot clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha.
Yuan Qingling almost fell down.
It's really too inconsistent, but even though it's inconsistent, it makes people feel strangely harmonious.
"The Purple Golden Pill was developed by Lao Na before." The abbot said again.
Yuan Qingling couldn't help but ask, "Do you believe in Buddhism or science?"
"Is there any conflict?" the abbot asked, staring at her.
Yuan Qingling didn't know.
I don’t know now.
The abbot smiled and said, "Doctor, if you have the opportunity, go to Dazhou and ask their Queen Mother Long. Perhaps she can give you an answer. She is more thorough than Lao Monk."
Queen Mother Long, Yuan Qingling knew, was the one who developed Wuyou Pill.
She asked in a trembling voice: "Is she also engaged in drug research and development? Is she also from our... village?"
The great monk just smiled and said nothing.
Yuan Qingling felt that she was transparent in front of him, almost as transparent as an idiot.
"You just said that this medicine box is controlled by my own subconscious, right?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"That's right!" said the great monk.
Yuan Qing Ling concentrated, "Take it!"
The medicine box slowly became smaller and returned to the shape of a matchbox. Yuan Qingling picked it up and put it in her sleeve pocket, then calmed down and said, "I will come to visit you, the great monk, again when I have the opportunity."
The great monk said meaningfully: "The princess treasures it. This medicine box is of great use to the princess, and it is also of great use to the prince. However, everything in the world must be reversed to the extreme. It will succeed and fail."
Yuan Qingling opened the door and went out without looking back.