Chapter 398 One thought of heaven and one thought of hell
Chapter 398: One Thought of Heaven, One Thought of Hell As the sun set, the plane slowly landed at London Heathrow Airport.
The welcoming ceremony was unprecedentedly grand, with the Chinese Ambassador to England, Philip 3f Wesford, Duke of Buckingham, and other officials from England all present.
The bright red carpet, the majestic Royal British Military Band, the smiling hostesses, and the colorful flags flying inside and outside the airport were very lively.
Ye Feng did not participate in this grand welcome ceremony because he also shouldered an important task, which was to protect the safety of the Buddha's bone relics until the Buddha's bone relics returned to China safely.
Perhaps they were impressed by Ye Feng's thunderous method of killing militants before, or perhaps they received some hint from the Chinese security department. Several cultural relic experts favored Ye Feng, especially the white-haired cultural relic expert.
Chatting and laughing happily with Ye Feng.
On the tarmac, several Chinese cultural relic experts ran back and forth, constantly telling airport employees to handle it with care.
Half an hour later, more than twenty large iron boxes containing hundreds of Chinese national treasures were all loaded onto the truck.
Ye Feng was about to take Liao Xiaoxuan to the London Museum by car, but found the Duke of Buckingham approaching.
"Mr. Ye, Miss Liao."
Philip bowed to Ye Feng and Liao Xiaoxuan in an extremely gentlemanly manner, and then shook hands with all the Chinese cultural relic experts one by one.
"Mr. Ye, I have arranged the accommodation for you and Miss Liao. It is at the Royal Hotel opposite the London Museum."
Ye Feng laughed. England arranged Ye Feng's stay alone, presumably because they had received instructions from the Chinese security department in advance.
"Excuse me, Philip."
"This is what I should do."
Phillip held the car door with his hand and waited for Ye Feng and Liao Xiaoxuan to get in the car before getting into the car.
"Philip, do you also want to go to the Museum of London with us?"
"I am the chief representative of England, and I should escort the Chinese national treasure to the museum."
Phillip smiled and nodded, and then gently motioned to the driver to drive.
Along the way, Ye Feng learned from Philip that several great Chinese writers and historians, as well as eminent monks from the Buddhist community, had arrived in England three days ago for academic exchanges. At this time, they were waiting for the arrival of the Chinese national treasure at the London Museum.
In addition, Philip also mentioned Rebecca and Wei Zixuan.
After Rebecca returned to France, she quickly formed a new political party and is currently preparing for the French general election three months later.
As for Wei Zixuan, her life at Cambridge University has been smooth sailing. She published an academic paper in the journal "Philosophical Research" some time ago. Its rigorous argumentation and novel and unique viewpoints have caused a sensation in the European philosophy community.
And her tutor, Professor Russell Heidegger, was full of praise for this female student from the far East.
Dusk fades and night begins.
Everything went smoothly, and more than 20 boxes of Chinese national treasures arrived at the London Museum safely.
Everyone was very busy unpacking and packing the cabinets.
The white-haired cultural relic expert carefully took the Buddha bone relics, which shone with pure white holy light, out of the large iron box and placed them in a bulletproof glass display case.
It was so dazzling that the staff in the London Museum were immediately attracted. They gathered around the display cabinet and started talking about it.
"Is this the Buddha's bone relic, a sacred Buddhist object?"
"Is it really the relic of Sakyamuni? Why does it look like a bone sculpture?"
"Yeah, I don't know if it's true or not."
The England staff chatted a lot and their attitude became increasingly contemptuous.
Philip was a little embarrassed, but in England, a country that pursues freedom of speech, it was difficult for him to criticize in person, so he just smiled apologetically at Ye Feng.
Several Chinese cultural relic experts couldn't stand it anymore and immediately started arguing with the English staff.
"How could it be a bone sculpture? This is indeed the real relic of Sakyamuni. It was excavated by the Chinese cultural relics department from the underground palace of Puji Temple in Luocheng."
"It is recorded in historical books that the Buddha's bone relic is one inch and two cents high. It is folded up and down, with varying heights. The marrow hole is large and there are hidden traces in it. This Buddha bone relic is completely consistent with the historical records. This is Sakyamuni.
Ni’s true body relics.”
Perhaps due to cultural differences between the East and the West, or perhaps due to differences in religious beliefs, the English staff did not understand the explanations given by the Chinese cultural relic experts, and the arguments between the two sides became increasingly fierce.
Ye Feng has been listening to the arguments between both sides, but he is at a loss now.
The focus of the problem is that the English staff believed that the Buddha's bone relic looked like a bone carving and thus doubted its authenticity, while the Chinese cultural relic experts insisted that it did not look like a bone carving in order to refute the other party.
This is indeed a difficult question to answer, because if there is a resemblance, there is also a resemblance. For example, if someone asks what does a person look like? If the answer is that a person looks like a ghost, there are also people among ghosts; if it is said that a ghost looks like a person, there is also a ghost among people.
Suddenly, Ye Feng remembered that when he was with the Anyuan brothers and sisters, the Buddha once told him a short story. The discussion between Zen Master Yangshan and Zen Master Guangyong was not like a donkey or a Buddha. So what exactly were they like? The answer was that they were like themselves.
The Diamond Sutra says that all appearances are false.
What does the void look like? The void is formless and has nothing to do with it. It is precisely because the void is formless that it can accommodate all things. The void is formless, so it is like everything. Just like the argument between Zen Master Yangshan and Zen Master Guangyong, why is it like yourself? Because only the void is like itself.
Only when you see your own nature can you exhale from the same nostril as the void. What does it look like? Like the formless form of the void. If you can forget both the mortal and the holy, and be the same as body and function, then you have seen the truth of formlessness.
The Buddha's bone relic looks like nothing, because it is the Buddha's bone relic.
All dharmas in the three thousand worlds are empty, and Ye Feng suddenly realized the state of emptiness.
With a smile on his face, Ye Feng stepped forward and separated the crowd of people who were arguing fiercely.
"Everyone, please don't argue about what it looks like and what it doesn't look like. The Buddha's Dharmakaya is equal to space. If you want to know what it is, you can look at space. It is space without form and has nothing to do with it."
Several Chinese cultural relic experts nodded frequently, appreciating Ye Feng's explanation. But the English staff were confused and looked at each other.
Ye Feng also understood that these English people did not understand Buddhism at all, let alone Buddhist allusions full of Eastern Zen principles such as "the formless void".
As a result, Ye Feng smiled calmly and explained it to the England staff in plain language.
"Everyone, please do not make any other metaphysical conjectures about the Buddha's bone relics, including various doubts. Because these various metaphysical doubts are actually meaningless for a Buddhist sacred object.
It has no meaning. It is not a cultural relic in the general sense, it is a Buddhist holy relic. Therefore, please do not speculate on it. You might as well dismiss it right now. Just like the Holy Grail of Christ.
Everyone, what is the Holy Grail? It is the sacredness in the hearts of believers. As for what it looks like, whether it is square or round, tall or short, I think this is nothing to devout believers."
All the English staff suddenly realized this and bowed and apologized to their Chinese colleagues present.
The storm was resolved instantly, and Liao Xiaoxuan couldn't help but applaud Ye Feng's wonderful speech.
"Brother Ye, you are so awesome."
"Of course it is. I have been studying hard recently."
Ye Feng was extremely proud and his smile became even brighter.
"If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata."
Following the sound of the Buddha's name, Zen Master Huiyuan came over with a kind-hearted look.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, we meet again."
"Hello, Master." Ye Feng turned around quickly and saluted.
"Opportunity is indeed a chance. Fellow Daoist Ye, congratulations on successfully breaking through the void realm."
Zen Master Huiyuan looked at Ye Feng, his long snow-white eyebrows slowly fluttering, and his old face was filled with a knowing smile.
"With the messenger of light accompanying the relic, demons and ghosts will definitely not dare to come here to intrude."
Afterwards, Zen Master Huiyuan proclaimed the name of Buddha and floated away.
"Brother Ye, what does Master Huiyuan mean by the light messenger just now?"
"Yuan." Ye Feng's answer was straightforward and simple.
Since Ye Feng returned to China, everything that has happened in the past six months or so may be just like what Zen Master Huiyuan said, it is all by chance.
Ye Feng turned around and looked at the Buddha bone relics in the glass display case.
The holy light is bright and clean, as warm as jade.
…
The night is dark, and the bustling city of London is gradually falling silent.
The tall sycamore trees were illuminated by dazzling white street lights. They were lined with circles of dark green in the dark night sky. Sometimes they were fluttered by the blowing night wind and made a gentle rustling sound. Just for a while, they
disappear into infinite silence.
The Museum of London was empty. This five-story Victorian-style building looked extremely majestic in the night.
On the deserted street, a few dark shadows flashed past.
Not long after, the sound of footsteps came from the museum, extremely light footsteps.
This was a group of experts who quickly dismantled the surveillance cameras and quickly rushed to the lobby on the third floor.
In the center of the dark exhibition hall, a holy white light shines.
Seven uninvited guests wearing black night clothes and black masks quickly gathered around.
Looking at the Buddha bone relics in the display cabinet, the seven people smiled at each other, their eyes greedy and excited.
Suddenly, white light shone, and the Buddha bone relics in the glass display case began to tremble miraculously.
Then, the white light gradually faded away, and the entire exhibition hall became pitch black.
The seven people were immediately stunned by the vision in front of them.
After a long time, they finally recovered and hurriedly checked the anti-theft system of the glass showcase.
After a while, they found the wires of the anti-theft system.
In the lower right corner of the glass showcase, there is an almost invisible bulge.
A short man in black was lying on the floor, fiddling with it gently with a dagger. Soon, the patent leather covering the outside was removed, and a red wire as thick as a hair was exposed.
"Brothers, we can call it a day and go home."
The short man in black looked happy, picked up the red wire with his left hand, shook the dagger with his right hand, and made a sword flower with great pride.
Suddenly, a Buddha's name rose out of thin air, solemn and solemn.
"One thought of heaven, one thought of hell. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."