135. City Lord Zhang was slapped in the face? Monthly ticket)
Monk Huiming really surrendered, and everyone looked at him strangely.
"I dare to ask my little master, now that I can't even protect myself, if Chen wants to kill someone again, what will happen?"
Chen Jiezhi reached behind Huiming, placed his palms against the opponent's back, and would release his palm force at any time, not giving the opponent a chance to show his Buddhist powers again.
"A poor monk has nothing to do, but he must try his best."
Huiming put his palms together and said: "I believe that everyone in the world has good intentions, but it may be forced by the situation, so the good intentions are not shown. If the external environment does not force people to have no choice, everyone should not be malicious towards each other."
Chen Jiezhi said slowly: "But now even the little master's life is in Chen's hands. If Chen takes action, he can't even save himself.
If the young master really wants to save people, he might as well get away by himself. Put it aside, if Chen dares to kill someone, he will kill Chen's nephew in revenge.
In this case, Chen may be afraid that the lives of these Tang soldiers and himself must be saved."
"What the donor said is a way." The young monk said: "But this way, the poor monk really can't do it."
Chen Jiezhi waved his hand and ordered his men to take away the Tang army prisoners:
"Do you know, young master, that as long as these people lay down their weapons and surrender, they can survive?"
Huiming shouted the Buddha's name: "The poor monk doesn't know, but the donor has the virtue of living a good life. This is a blessing for all sentient beings."
"The one who has the virtue of living a good life is the Lord of Chang'an City." Chen Jiezhi said: "We can only follow and imitate His Majesty's actions."
Monk Huiming said: "That's really great..."
But his words were interrupted again by Chen Jiezhi: "However, what Chen said just now was not even the slightest bit false. If we had fallen under Dongtang's sword, none of us would have survived!"
Monk Huiming looked quite serious: "If this poor monk had the chance, he would also save people from the sword of the Eastern Tang Dynasty."
"Whether there is a chance or not, it's hard to say." Chen Jiezhi personally escorted him back to Chang'an: "This is something that my Majesty can decide."
Monk Huiming was sent all the way back to Chang'an.
After Zhang Dongyun learned the whole story, he couldn't help but smile.
The Mr. Wuyun he projected told Chen Jiezhi to return to Hexi County to continue to expand the territory, and then took the young monk to the Daming Palace.
At the same time, he also called Shen Herong.
The girl transformed into a young scholar, dressed in white, and sat under Zhang Dongyun.
Mr. Wu Yun took little monk Huiming to the main hall and put him down.
Huiming straightened his clothes and looked at Zhang Dongyun, who was shrouded in light above. He clasped his palms together and said, "The poor monk Huiming has met the city lord."
Zhang Dongyun sat above him and did not speak.
The scholar in white clothes on the side chuckled: "I heard that the young master imitated the Buddha and cut meat to feed the eagle?"
Huiming said: "The poor monk has been taught by his master since childhood, and Buddhist disciples should be compassionate."
"Compassion?" The scholar in white smiled and said, "It's just domination by force."
Huiming clasped his palms together and said, "The donor's words are serious. The Buddha just couldn't bear the death of living beings, so he sacrificed himself."
"It is indeed much better to give up oneself than to give up others." The scholar in white said calmly: "But it still does not change the nature of power dominance."
He looked at the young monk calmly: "The eagle wanted to eat the pigeon's meat, so why did it want to eat the Buddha's meat? Although the Buddha sacrificed his own meat, that was only after he took away the eagle's right to choose."
The scholar said with a smile: "Yes, the eagle has one choice left, which is not to eat the Buddha's meat and then starve to death."
Huiming frowned: "Could what the donor said be the natural survival of the fittest? The Buddha cut meat and fed it to the eagle, just in the hope that both birds could survive and that both lives could be saved."
"It is Buddha who decides the survival of the fittest."
The scholar responded casually: "He could choose to eliminate only one, or he could choose to eliminate both, but in the end he chose not to eliminate either."
Huiming's brows furrowed more and more tightly.
The scholar always spoke in a relaxed tone: "In this story, of course I can see the compassion of Buddha, but I can also see that all living beings are not equal.
Buddha can decide his own life and death, the life and death of doves, and the life and death of eagles.
As for the eagle, he can only choose to resist the Buddha and die, or obey the Buddha and live."
After hearing this, Huiming's expression became more relaxed: "All living beings have always been equal, but most people are obsessed with practice and find it difficult to see the clear nature of the mind. The Buddha only took the first step, and all living beings can become Buddhas through practice."
"Is this so?" the scholar asked: "It seems that the reason why eagles eat doves is because eagles practice more than doves and are closer to the Buddha."
"Killing is an evil karma. It is difficult to understand this view. In the next life, the eagle will turn into a dove, and the dove will turn into an eagle. It is still unknown." Hui Ming said.
The scholar smiled: "In this way, the eagle in this life is the dove of the previous life, and the dove of this life is the eagle of the previous life."
Huiming clasped his palms together and said: "Injustice is repaid, and reincarnation is endless. It is with great compassion that the Buddha sacrificed himself to save others and cut off the sins."
"Well said, so the Buddha is not controlling their life and death, nor is he saving them, but is awakening them?"
The scholar applauded softly: "If the eagle dies because it refuses to eat the Buddha's flesh, it is because of its own stubbornness and cannot be counted as the Buddha's killing karma, right?"
"Of course..." Huiming hesitated mid-sentence.
Above, Zhang Dongyun suddenly knocked on the armrest of the seat: "That's it."
The scholar in white smiled slightly and said nothing.
Young monk Huiming turned his gaze upward.
"The person you want to save will not die in the first place, but it hinders my actions in Chang'an." Zhang Dongyun imitated the Evil Emperor's voice and spoke.
The young monk put his palms together and saluted: "This junior is reckless and interferes without knowing the truth. I am ashamed of my seniors.
The senior has a good life and does not commit many crimes, and the junior admires him endlessly.
To express my apology, if the seniors have any instructions, the juniors will do their best to do whatever they can.
However, please forgive me for being offended, seniors. After all, war is not a blessing to the people. If we can negotiate a truce, it will really benefit the people. I hope seniors will think twice."
Zhang Dongyun was not angry when he heard this, but simply said: "Under my rule, the people of Li are happier than under any other rule."
Huiming opened her mouth, but something came to her mouth, but she choked.
The scholar in white clothes on the side spoke again: "Facts speak louder than words. Young master might as well take a walk around Chang'an and then under the rule of the Eastern Tang Dynasty. Everything will be self-evident."
“The donor’s words are right.”
Monk Huiming nodded: "The poor monk originally planned to visit Xinyuan County in the north of the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
I met some villagers who were fleeing there, and they said that there was a magic dragon causing chaos there, which forced the local people to leave their homes.
The poor monk plans to go there to help the people drive away Huantianlong."
He said it unintentionally, but the other two people in the hall listened with intention.
"Huan Tianlong? It's quite rare."
Zhang Dongyun's tone seemed casual: "I will not pursue the matter of bringing this Magic Sky Dragon back to Chang'an and Hexi County."
When Monk Huiming heard this, he was a little surprised, but he immediately agreed: "As long as this poor monk can capture this monster, I will definitely bring it back to my senior."
He doesn't tell lies, and Chang'an doesn't send anyone to keep an eye on him. If he just leaves, he will definitely bring back the Magic Sky Dragon.
If you don't catch it, you will come back and give an explanation.
"We will leave later, there will be people accompanying us," Zhang Dongyun said.
Monk Huiming thought he was spying on him, but he didn't mind: "I understand, so I will follow the senior's arrangements."
The young monk left the hall.
The scholar in white clothes in the palace transformed back into a ten-year-old girl.
"Why bully children?" Zhang Dongyun said calmly.
"He's too young. How could an old bald man be so easily swayed? My little sister didn't even try to get around him."
Shen Herong smiled and said: "But it is not easy to have cultivated the seventh level of Buddhism at a young age. Buddhism is true about sudden enlightenment, but the more it is like this, the more it shows that this young monk has outstanding talents."
Young monk Huiming is only sixteen years old this year and has reached the seventh realm of Buddhism, the Sumeru realm.
Even with Shen Herong's vision, the other party is considered a genius in Buddhist practice.
Zhang Dongyun didn't comment too much on Monk Huiming. He just looked at Shen Herong and said, "I am indeed more playful than before."
"It made big brother laugh."
After Shen Herong smiled, his expression became serious: "Although Yechuan County and Xinyuan County are far apart, they should be Brother Eleven."
Ao Kong, the "Ape Dragon King", possesses the blood of two great demons, the Mountain-Moving Demon Ape and the Magical Sky Dragon.
Zhang Dongyun nodded slightly.
He felt doubtful in his heart.
Are you going to be slapped in the face?
When chatting with Shen and Rong before, both of them concluded that as long as nothing serious happened, Ao Kong, who was in a bad state now, could only turn into a mountain-moving demon ape, but not a magical dragon.
Was there really a big accident?
Zhang Dongyun was filled with curiosity.
What kind of unexpected change is this?
"Little sister, let's go to Xinyuan County with the little monk again." Shen Herong's childish face was full of seriousness.
"Then leave it to Twelve Sisters." Zhang Dongyun nodded.
"Although my little sister has recently broken through to the eighth realm, there may be new changes in Brother Eleven's side, so we have to be on guard."
Shen Herong said: "The blue-eyed girl is still carrying it. If there is any situation, I may need big brother's guidance."
"Don't worry." Zhang Dongyun said.
Shen Herong took the identity of Ming Yixue, the maid of Daming Palace, and went on the road with the young monk Huiming.
At the beginning of Huiming, he thought that Chang'an City sent people to monitor him to prevent him from escaping secretly.
But looking at Ming Yixue, who looked a few years younger than him, he was a little unsure of the Chang'an City Lord's intentions.
Being a simple man by nature, he couldn't help but reflect on his previous judgment of a gentleman with a villain's heart.
Huiming noticed the girl in front of him and quietly looked at the top of his head.
Noticing Huiming's gaze, the girl quickly lowered her head.
Huiming smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
The girl spoke with some hesitation in a clear voice: "Brother, your hair..."
Huiming suddenly realized: "Yes, there are not many Buddhist disciples here. No wonder I am curious. The poor monk is a monk. After being tonsured, he naturally has no hair."
The girl regained her composure and nodded like a little adult: "That's it."
Huiming couldn't help but smile when he saw this, and took the girl out of the city together.