Such matters have been entangled back and forth for several days without a complete resolution.
Mr. Wen Qingyu remained silent for a long ti.
Mr. Wen Qingyu invited two outside supporters.
And with the ability of [self-planning first], he successfully enabled these two to enter a special state.
One was Yan Daiqing, who learned this guy knew the stronghold, saving [ninety percent of logistics pressure].
The other was [Xiao Zhi], who wandered around with a notebook in his hand.
The three went together to have a final heart-to-heart with Chen Tianyi.
After all, Li Guanyi already possessed a vast territory, rich in resources, attracting talents, not to ntion the current Prince Qin’s rising fa, plus the [crowning ceremony] was about to start, drawing people from all over the world, self-proclaiming as talented, to co.
At this ti, another guest arrived at the State City of Jiangnan’s Eighteen States.
His muscular body and bald head reflected the sunlight of winter.
Wearing simple clothes, holding a water and fire rod that was nothing but heavy, he stood before them, intoning "Amitabha Buddha," and it was indeed Stick Monk Thirteen, who excelled in [telepathy].
Since the living Buddha from the Western Regions passed away, they had not t for over half a year.
This honest monk heard about significant events here and ca to visit following the trend. Having an old friend co was rare, so Li Guanyi was delighted, inviting Stick Monk Thirteen to sit and chat. After not seeing for a long ti, Li Guanyi had changed a lot, and this Stick Monk Thirteen had also transford considerably.
When he first erged, this stick monk had a straightforward gaze and an intense presence.
Upon first seeing the Western Regions, he had already witnessed much worldly suffering and helplessness between good and evil.
The living Buddha’s death only made his once clear Buddha heart even more harmonious. Now, holding a long staff, walking the world, his aura had beco simple and peaceful, his body marked with scars, yet his expression was calm as the autumn breeze.
Li Guanyi and Stick Monk Thirteen drank tea together.
Back then, a young man and heroic martial monk.
Now, a king and a humble traveler.
Stick Monk Thirteen softly said, "Amitabha Buddha, Mr. Li, long ti no see. How are you today? I have been traveling widely, witnessing many worldly affairs, endless sufferings, and upon hearing you will soon be crowned king, I ca to offer congratulations."
Li Guanyi simply responded that being able to see him was great, and if he wasn’t in a hurry, he could stay here for a while.
Li Guanyi and the stick monk discussed many things.
After hearing what the living Buddha said at the ti of his passing, the stick monk went to various places to see and feel. He saw those who, although impoverished, had strong family ties and strove to live on; and those who, though poor, had hearts full of bitterness.
A mother at ho fell ill, the father was a gambler, the daughter fell to her death gathering herbs on the mountainside, the father took the herbs clutched in the daughter’s hands and sold them for so money to gamble it all away, the mother went mad, killed the gambler, then scread and jumped off the mountain.
There was also a man with a crippled leg, whose wife left after giving birth to a child, the man raising the child alone, and later the woman returned to take the child away.
A family saved every penny so their child could study, but the pressure and expectations were too high, driving the child insane, eventually becoming a beggar.
During a casual chat over tea, both gradually fell silent. After a long while, Stick Monk Thirteen said, "In the mortal world, everything is suffering, not just words from the Buddhist scriptures."
Li Guanyi said, "It seems there’s sothing you wish to point out."
The monk smiled warmly, his knuckles large and skin rough, holding the hot teacup, and said, "When I descended the mountain, my thought was to use my long staff to rid the world of villains and restore infinite peace and freedom."
"Back then, the world seed black and white in my eyes."
"Kill evil and promote good."
"But after the living Buddha passed away, I returned to the human realm and saw that good and evil intertwined, impossible to distinguish clearly, never can you settle accounts with a single strike."
"In such cases, the aim is not just to eliminate evil for the sake of good but rely to carry out the act of [eliminating evil] as an evil itself, yet claiming to have achieved the Buddhist Law, only to fall into the path of demons."
"Ultimately, it’s the world itself that leads to their transformation to what they are today."
Having traveled the mortal realm for a long ti, Stick Monk Thirteen finally chuckled and sighed, "If I ascend the mountain, I shall tell the ancestors that learning Buddhism can relieve the suffering in people’s hearts, but cannot save the world."
"Studying Buddhism cannot save the world."
"But, Prince Qin can."
Li Guanyi looked at this monk who had returned after his departure.
"Why have you co to this conclusion?"
The monk replied, "General Fan Qing once said."
"Without seeing around and investigating, one has no right to speak."
"What I have ntioned happens more frequently in the other two countries; under Prince Qin’s rule, such events exist but aren’t comparable to other nations. I don’t believe in the embellishnts of officials, but I trust what I see."
"So I ca here, if I can assist Prince Qin, it will fulfill my wishes."
Li Guanyi said, "Even I cannot save this world."
The monk joined his hands in prayer and said warmly, "Everyone saves themselves."
"I am here precisely for this."
Li Guanyi invited the monk to et Chen Tianyi and on the way asked, "Speaking of which, how is your telepathy today?"
Stick Monk Thirteen revealed a gentle master’s smile, "Finally mastered completely."
"No longer as immature as back then."
Li Guanyi nodded and said, "That’s good."
Under the siege of [Yan Daiqing from the Northwest] [Yan Daiqing] [Yan Daiqing holding a notebook], Chen Tianyi was already distracted, and upon seeing the compassionate monk approach, he was indifferent.
After all, back in the South Chen it was said to have four hundred and eighty temples.
He’s seen many such monks.
Especially like the stick monk before him, who appeared compassionate and peaceful, soft as gently as a whisper.
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