The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 1182: Westbound
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It was also this night.
In the former capital of Fan State, now in the White Horse Temple in Changjin City, Daxia.
On a small table, with two cups of tea, Fan Tianning, the governor of Changjin City in Daxia, and Ku Chan, the head of the Buddhist sect of Baima Chanyuan, sat opposite each other.
"Are you really leaving again?"
"Well," Ku Chan nodded, "the poor monk has worked hard over the years, but it is still difficult for Baima Chan Monastery to restore its former glory."
"These days, the poor monk has been wondering why this is?"
"Now we have come to the conclusion that Daxia is much richer and stronger than the former Fan State. The people of Daxia have shifted their faith... They know that Buddha cannot give them a good life. Only the current emperor can He is the real savior! ”
"So if the Buddha Sect wants to continue to grow, it must go to other places, such as... the Peacock Kingdom he is attacking."
Ku Chan took a deep breath and looked up at the starry sky.
"There are all kinds of teachings, and they are all the same in nature. They cannot be adopted, abandoned, illegal, or not illegal.
Buddha’s original vehicle is one vehicle with different origins, so it is said to be the inferior vehicle, the middle vehicle, the superior vehicle, and the superior vehicle. ”
"Do you still remember this couplet?"
Fan Tianning took a sip of tea and nodded. This couplet was written by Fu Xiaoguan on Hanshan Mountain during the Wu Dynasty Cultural Conference. Of course he remembered it.
"The poor monk occasionally thinks of the master. At that time, the poor monk did not like Buddhism, so he never became enlightened. But the master asked the poor monk to go with you to the Wu Dynasty to attend the cultural conference, saying that there was an opportunity for the poor monk there. ..."
"It was in the Jinghu Villa in Guanyun City during the Wu Dynasty that he composed a poem called "Bodhi Gauge", and the poor monk was suddenly enlightened and realized the nature of Buddha. Now that I think about it, the master seemed to have already understood the mystery and knew that he was the god. The chosen one!"
"Now it seems that the master is right, and now it seems that he is still a poor monk."
"You see, back then he conquered the barren country and established the Cilechuan Autonomous Region. Poor monks promoted Buddhism there. Now the temples there are more prosperous than the incense of Baima Temple."
"The poor monk took the wrong path. He should not come back. We should continue to follow him to the Liao Dynasty in the past..."
Ku Chan sighed, withdrew his gaze and looked at Fan Tianning.
"Now, he has stepped into the Peacock Kingdom, and the poor monk cannot miss it again!"
Fan Tianning put down the tea cup, was silent for a moment, and then said very seriously: "Have you ever thought about it? The Peacock Kingdom is separated from Daxia by a very high snow mountain. I guess His Majesty will not occupy the Peacock Kingdom because it is difficult to send troops. Officials are even more difficult to immigrate to govern!”
"His trip is most likely to destroy the Peacock Kingdom and establish a puppet state. Who knows what will happen to such a country thousands of miles away in the future?"
"Without Daxia's garrison, where would you be safe?"
"Besides... he destroyed that place, which will definitely arouse the strong hatred of the Mauryan people. Once he evacuates with his army... I am worried that you will be hated by the angry Mauryan people with your Daxia face. Tear it apart!"
Ku Chan smiled slightly and recited Amitabha.
He stood up, walked a few steps in the yard, held the Prajna Zen rod inserted on the shelf, and touched it carefully, "Buddha said, who will go to **** if I don't go to hell. Buddha is Kindness is great compassion, and it is the one who relieves the suffering of all sentient beings..."
"I went to promote Buddhism, and what I brought was peace to comfort their traumatized souls. They may suffer some sins, but I believe that under the moistening influence of Buddhism, they will understand my good intentions and take refuge. My Buddha...or...become a follower of my Buddha."
"Only in this way can we realize my Buddha's great path and achieve the status of a poor monk and Arhat."
The wrinkles between Fan Tianning's brows relaxed. He looked at Monk Kuchan under the starlight and felt that since that was his ideal, there was no need to stop him.
This may be the change in people.
In just a few years, the former little monk Kuchan grew up to be the current leader of the Buddhist sect.
When he went to Wu Dynasty, Ku Chan did not believe in Buddhism, but now, he has become the most devout believer in Buddhism.
He even shouldered the last wish of the previous Buddhist sect leader to spread the Dharma.
It’s just that, this journey to the west may be successful for him?
"How many people are you going to take?"
"One horse and three apprentices are enough!"
"...A thousand of my bodyguards are with you."
Ku Chan shook his head, his young face shining brightly at this moment, "The journey of a monk is not in the mortal world, but outside the five elements. This is an excursion, and it is also a penance. I am not here to enjoy happiness. Only by traveling a thousand miles can I regain my natural state of mind. Only by reading thousands of mountains can I draw the ravines in my heart. ”
"...How about food and accommodation along the way?"
"Fine meals and sleeping in the open."
"If you can't do it, return as soon as possible. I don't want you to die in that foreign country."
Ku Chan put down his Zen staff and walked back, sitting opposite Fan Tianning again, "Even if he dies, it doesn't matter."
Ku Chan's face showed a determined expression of no regrets. Fan Tianning didn't say anything more. He raised the tea cup in his hand, "In that case, let's have tea instead of wine. I wish you a good journey!"
Ku Chan raised his glass and thanked her, and the two drank a cup of tea.
"It's too late, please come back, donor."
"When will you leave tomorrow? I'll see you off."
"No need, the poor monk is not seeking death. Maybe one day the Buddhist sect will flourish in the Peacock Kingdom and the poor monk will come back to the White Horse Temple to have a look. That way...it can be regarded as a return to his hometown in glory."
Fan Tianning left, looking a little sad.
The sky was slightly cooler the next day, and the cicada rang the morning bell of the White Horse Monastery for the last time.
In the melodious morning bell, three people and one horse left the White Horse Temple, and walked out of Changjin City in the blue morning light.
Fan Tianning and his wife Xue Yuyan are standing on the city wall at this moment.
"Can't you please turn back?"
"He said that was his ideal."
Fan Tianning paused, and then said: "People should always have some ideals and pursuits. It's hard to predict whether Ku Chan will be good or bad, but so what? Just like His Majesty, he may really walk away one day. Go, give up this great country, and pursue the life you want most. Sometimes giving up requires a lot of perseverance."
"...If he leaves, who can control this Great Xia?"
Fan Tianning put his arm around Xue Yuyan's shoulders and said with a smile: "I asked him the same question, and he said it very freely and freely in his reply to me."
"What did he say?"
"He said...he will not care about the flood after he leaves!"
Xue Yuyan was stunned for a long time. He had worked so hard to reach this point and finally became the leader of the world. Only he could achieve such great achievements for thousands of years. Can he really give up so easily?
Can he really not care about the great summer floods after he left?
"He once said that power can make people confused, that they will fall into it and lose themselves, forgetting human nature and original intention - he said that what he pursues is nothing more than freedom from the heart."
So what is Ku Chan pursuing?
Xue Yuyan couldn't understand Fu Xiaoguan, nor could he understand Ku Chan.
Fan Tianning pointed at the back of the withered cicada that was fading away, "Withered cicada...he is just a withered cicada"
“Cicadas lay eggs and bury them in the ground to hatch out, and it takes up to seventeen years before they emerge from the ground and climb up branches to transform into adult cicadas.”
"He cultivates cicadas. He is now looking for a suitable place for him to come out. That place... is probably in the west!"