Zuoqiu Junyi continued, "I followed those people for two days and saw that the monks were all reading scriptures and seemed to be literate, so with the attitude of giving it a try, I found a young monk to sell them."
"Really or not?" Yu Xian was really impressed after hearing this, "Old Zuoqiu, you are really capable. You dare to do this kind of thing. Have you ever been beaten up by them? What did you say?"
Zuoqiu Junyi chuckled, with a somewhat mysterious and vulgar look on his face, and made gestures with his hands, pretending to hide something in his sleeves.
He quietly revealed an empty corner, and then asked Yu Xian in a low voice, "I have some scandalous things in Taoism here. Do you want to criticize them, Master?"
Damn it!
Yu Xian was confused. Is this okay?
"Then what?" Yu Xian was more concerned about this.
If old Zuoqiu gets a beating, he will feel better.
Zuoqiu Junyi patted the furoshiki under him and said calmly, "Then they were all sold out."
Yu Xian was speechless after hearing this.
This is okay too.
After taking it, he quickly realized what Zuoqiu Junyi meant when he mentioned this.
Zuoqiu Junyi asked, "You have been watching it for a while. What do you think these people think of Buddhism?"
Yu Xian watched for a long time and felt something in his heart. He thought for a while and said, "The overall impression should be pretty good. We are living in troubled times now, and even you and I dare not say what tomorrow will be like. These people are talking
In the face of the general trend, we are like ants. In despair, we inevitably need some sustenance in our hearts."
"My Taoist sect, which is a quiet practice, cannot give you these things. The Confucian sect that rules the world...hehe, if they are useful, where did this troubled world come from?"
Then, Yu Xian returned to the topic.
"Today I have heard many people asking the monks about the afterlife. They don't have much hope in this life and can only hope for the afterlife. Some people even gave their wealth to the monks, hoping that they would say good things in front of the Buddha.
.The people are already like this, who would have the heart to extinguish that little hope?"
As Yu Xian spoke, he couldn't help but think of the conversation he had with Gui Ji Wu Yan.
If the "Book of Changes" is the discovery that King Wen of the Zhou Dynasty had no gods, and left the most fervent expectations to the people of the world, allowing people to strive for self-improvement, then these Buddhist scriptures are equivalent to subverting all of this.
It reshapes a god, allowing people to let go of their thoughts and turn their lives into lamp oil. Everything is placed on this god as a reward for the next life.
Perhaps this shouldn't be called hope. For those who put their hope in the next life, they have lost the enthusiasm of this life.
Yu Xian just thought about it and sighed without saying anything.
They don't want to either...
Zuoqiu Junyi was silent for a while after listening to Yu Xian's words.
Then he shook his head and said with a smile, "I have a different view than you. I have thought about it. The Buddha may be good, but the monks and monks I serve are ordinary people like you and me. They are bound to have seven emotions and six desires, and men steal and women prostitute."
"Think about it. On the one hand, you are devoted to piety, and on the other hand, you have seven emotions and six desires. Men steal and women prostitute. How can this be okay?"
After Yu Xian heard this, he looked at Zuoqiu Junyi with admiration, "I didn't expect you to have such feelings."
The old man Zuoqiu snorted coldly and dismissed it.
Obviously some disgust with this topic.
Only then did Yu Xian remember that in addition to writing little yellow books, this old man Zuoqiu also had ideals and pursuits.
Didn't Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty allow novelists to participate in government affairs?
The novelist's peak moment has just passed more than ten years ago, and this old guy may have experienced the storm back then.
It's no wonder that he didn't deal with Cai Wenji before.
When the novelist was overthrown, it was the fault of the Confucian literati led by Cai Yong.
Think about it this way.
Yu Xian couldn't help but correct his attitude towards Zuoqiu Junyi.
He asked seriously, "You have been following them these past few days. It seems you have some plans. What are you going to do?"
"I, what plan can I have?" Zuoqiu Junyi glanced at Yu Xian in surprise, full of confusion, "Of course I will take the opportunity to make a lot of money from these monks."