Chapter 429: Where is the golden statue?

Style: Historical Author: writing in the sunWords: 1973Update Time: 24/01/10 11:26:19
"Why did you stop it? The poor monk thinks this piece of music is quite good and can train people's state of mind." Zong Li refused to let go of even the slightest opportunity to gain an advantage, pretending to be indifferent.

Han Du took a deep look at him and suddenly sneered and said: "Master has a transcendent state of mind, and I admire it." Suddenly his tone changed and he continued: "Do you think that other monks have such a state of mind as you?" , can they be as immovable as a mountain like you, Master? Even if they can do it, can the common people in this world do it?"

Han Du's few words were like sharp swords that pointed directly at the vital point, and the calm and indifferent expression on Zong Li's face suddenly changed.

He understood that Han Du was right. He could regard everything in front of him as a fantasy, but that didn't mean that all the monks in the world could regard it as a fantasy like him. If it could really be done, then the wisdom mind would not have nearly ruined a lifetime of practice.

As for the people of the world, it is even more impossible. Haven't you seen that the opera house has been overcrowded every day since Yao Yue took the stage?

"Let's talk about the conditions." Zong Li was silent for a long time, and finally said helplessly.

Han Du smiled when he heard this.

This is right. Since we are here to negotiate, we should go straight to the point and negotiate terms. What's the point of continuing to hold on here? It went on and on, but in the end it didn't come down to negotiating terms.

If we don't negotiate terms, it will look fake and neither of us can trust each other.

"One is no longer pestering Yao Yue, and the other is calling on temples all over the world to sell all their temple fields." Han Du smiled and opened his mouth wide.

It was indeed a mouthful. When he heard Han Du's conditions, Zong Lai, who had not even been moved by Yao Yue's performance, had a surprised look on his face.

After closing his eyes and meditating for a long time, Zong Li's face became increasingly ugly. After waiting for a moment, he opened his eyes, stared at Han Du, and said, "The poor monk can agree to the first condition. But the second... the poor monk wants to ask, is it your intention? What does the emperor mean?"

"Of course it's my intention." Han Du replied without hesitation.

Han Du was telling the truth, but Zong Lai didn't believe it at all.

Because no matter what Zong Lai thinks, he doesn't think there is any relationship between Han Du and Terada. Neither the temple nor the temple field has any influence on Han Du in his opinion. The only person who had any influence was the emperor. Therefore, even if Han Du denied it, Zong Lu also believed that this must be the emperor's intention. On the contrary, the more simply Han Du denied it, the more certain he became of his own thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, Zong Li knew that the biggest crisis for Buddhism in the world was coming, and he couldn't help but deal with it cautiously.

"Amitabha, has my Buddhist sect ever offended you? If so, please tell me. The poor monk will be severely punished and will not give you an explanation."

"No." Han Du replied firmly.

Hearing this, Zong Li suppressed his anger. He asked in a deep voice: "Then why do you want to put my Buddhist family to death?"

"A place of death? I don't think so." Han Du smiled.

Looking at Zong Lai, who was still sitting quietly in front of him despite his ugly face, Han Du had to admire his kind-heartedness. In this case, Han Du would have the patience to explain to him. "What is death and what is life? In my opinion, if Buddhism in the world continues to occupy land as it is now, it will be a real road to death."

Zong Li has a firm mind, and it's not just these two sentences that can impress him.

Seeing that Zong Lai's expression remained unchanged, Han Du continued: "The temple already has the income from incense money, so why bother about the land? And even if Buddhism takes over all the land in the world, does the master think that Buddhism will prosper in that way? On the contrary, in my opinion, that is the time when Buddhism will die. Master is a scholar of heaven and man, so you probably don’t know about the old affairs of Emperor Wu of Liang, right?"

To be honest, Zong Lai didn't pay much attention to what Han Du said. A person with a firm mind like him will not change his mind easily. However, although he has been thinking about how to expand Buddhism since he was a child, for so many years he has not known what it means to expand Buddhism.

Perhaps "there are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many towers are in the mist and rain", this is the vastness of Buddhism? This is indeed the best era for Buddhism, but it is also the darkest era for Buddhism.

When Han Du mentioned the old story of Emperor Wu of Liang, Zong Lai couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly, showing a trace of fear. That era indeed made Buddhists all over the world yearn for it, but at the same time it also made them all fear it.

Zong Long thought for a long time, looked at Han Du and said slowly: "Death, Master Han has said it. What about life? The poor monk is willing to hear the details."

Han Du smiled and spoke eloquently, "The world belongs to everyone, whether it is Buddhism or others. No one can take advantage of all the benefits in the world. If anyone takes advantage of it, then leave." Death is not far away. Buddhism is not engaged in production and can only rely on the people of the world."

Zong Lai was naturally dissatisfied when he saw that Han Du spoke so unfavorably of Buddhism that he almost pointed at him and scolded Buddhism as a loser.

When Han Du saw it, he waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't deny it, it's useless to deny it. This is the fact. Therefore, if Buddhism wants to be broad, it must rely on the people of the world. The people of the world will live a better life, Buddhism Then it will naturally become more prosperous. If the skin is not there, the hair will be there. If the skin can grow hair, how can it not be prosperous? No matter how much land the Buddhist sect occupies and how much wealth it gathers, what can it do? The greatness is only in the temple. , Just build a few more clay sculptures of golden bodies. But master, don’t you think that it is much better to have the Buddha’s golden body sculpted in the hearts of the people than to have it sculpted in a temple?”

It is better to have a golden body in the hearts of the people than in a temple. Zong Lai naturally understood this truth. But he was not a fool and would not be blinded by Han Du's seemingly high-sounding words. He knew deeply how difficult it was to build a golden body among the people. On the contrary, the clay sculpture of the golden body is very simple. As long as you have money, you can find some craftsmen to get some clay and you can shape it casually.

"Mold the golden body into the hearts of the people..." Zong Lai kept chanting these words softly. After a while, he clasped his hands together and bowed to Handu, saying: "Amitabha, Mr. Han has a profound Buddha nature. The poor monk admires him."

What, what the hell?

How come I have become a person with profound Buddha nature? Isn’t it Yao Yue’s?

Han Du was so frightened that he waved his hands suddenly and said fiercely: "Don't tell me this. It is impossible for me to become a monk."