"It seems that the person you want is about to arrive."
Prince Ning started making tea nonchalantly and said without raising his head: "You are just sitting here upright, don't you plan to surprise me with something?"
"unnecessary."
Jue'an shook his head, his snow-white eyebrows fluttering in the wind, and he said in a thorough tone that could see through the world: "After the poor monk failed for the first two times, he thought for a long time and finally realized where the problem lies."
"Then the poor monk is too calculating."
"To deal with a target like the prince, there cannot be any hesitation or indecision, because the slightest hesitation and delay will bring unexpected changes to the situation. There will always be some inexplicable people and things that appear to prevent the poor monk from killing him."
At this moment, Jue'an's eyes were full of coldness and murderous intent, and there was no trace of the open-mindedness and Buddha-nature that an enlightened monk should have.
King Ning raised his head and glanced at Jue'an. From that look, King Ning seemed to notice something. He said sarcastically: "I always thought that monks were compassionate, but I didn't expect that Master, you would also be angry."
"You've already committed the precept of killing, why do you need to worry about one more thing?"
Jue'an didn't mind Prince Ning's straightforwardness. He said calmly: "Buddhism has a predestined method. Back then, the Buddha cut meat to feed eagles, and there were also Arhats who killed animals with sticks. The great precepts, great obsessions of right and wrong, to put it bluntly, they were all seeking peace of mind.
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"At this moment, the prince has become a demonic obstacle in the heart of the poor monk. If his evil desires are not eradicated, the poor monk will find it difficult to let go. Buddhism in the world will never be peaceful."
"It is better for a poor monk to go to hell than to be buried with thousands of Buddhist disciples."
Prince Ning couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said: "I really didn't realize that the master actually has the courage to sacrifice one's life for righteousness and to sacrifice one's life for charity."
Jue'an looked at Prince Ning and said calmly: "Your Majesty, there is no need to ridicule the poor monk. The poor monk is ignorant and angry. He will eventually be cleared in front of the Buddha. But the poor monk is still in the human world. As a terrestrial fairyland, how much can the poor monk do?
I can sense some heavenly secrets and ethics, so I give the prince a piece of advice. If the prince is not eliminated, the prince will eventually make everything come to nothing."
"And the later it gets, the harder it will be to get rid of the prince."
Prince Ning's face darkened, but then he sneered: "Master, do you want to say that he is the son of destiny?"
This time, before Jie Wang could speak, Prince Ning immediately said decisively: "Since I was young, I have believed that my fate is up to me and not God. Manpower can change my fate, even more irreversible. There is no destiny in this world. It's just a group of people who don't work hard enough.
He is just a useless person trying to find excuses for his failure. Even if he, Li Chen, is protected by destiny, can he still have an extra head and an extra life?"
"It is hard to imagine that such deceptive words could come from the mouth of an enlightened master."
Jue'an quietly looked at Prince Ning who was full of dissatisfaction and contempt. After all, he did not try to force an explanation. He just said lightly: "Whether you believe it or not, Your Majesty, after today, there will be no more Li Chen in the world."
"When the prince showed up later, the poor monk directly killed him with all his strength, and then went to Yueyang Pass to kill the two people who agreed to the prince. In this way, the deal between the poor monk and the prince was concluded. From then on, there was no more contact.
The day of the meeting.”
Prince Ning looked at the steaming purple sand teapot on the small stove and said lightly: "This is very good."
After the conversation between the two ended, the footsteps of several people coming upstairs were heard.
Deng Deng Deng.
Gurgling.
When the tea boils, the lid of the purple clay teapot is pushed by the steam, making a crisp sound.
