"Are these thousands of people just letting it go?" the old monk asked.
"Master, you don't think I'm really a holy monk who saves all sentient beings," Chu Xiang said.
Obviously, the old monk miscalculated Chu Xiang's heart and thought that Chu Xiang had really put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha immediately.
While the two were talking, they had already reached the depths of Qingman Temple. The old monk stopped in front of a tower surrounded by elephants. This tower is the tallest remaining building in Qingman Temple. A section of the top of the tower has been destroyed. However, you can still see the tallness and majesty of the tower itself, and the gilded color of the tower itself.
The old monk pointed to the elephant tower and said: "A powerful elephant can only hunch up such a small tower. None of us can hold up the sky by ourselves."
"Master, you are overly worried. If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. Why do you need such an insignificant strength like mine?" Chu Xiang said.
"If everyone thinks the same way as the donor, who will bear the burden?" said the old monk.
"Then let him collapse. If it is not broken, it cannot be established. Only when it is broken can it be established." Chu Xiang said.
"Can it stand up after it collapses?" the old monk asked.
"How do you know if it doesn't collapse?" Chu Xiang said.
The old monk clasped his hands together, stepped upward, and stepped onto the top of the tower in the air. Chu Xiang followed suit.
"The elephant carries the tower so that we can stand on this tower. If the elephant is gone, can we still stand here?" said the old monk.
"I can, but Master can't." Chu Xiang said. He is not from the Dai country. He does not need to bear the sky of the Burmese country, nor does he need to live under the sky of the Burmese country.
Puding is a tall man in Burma, while Chu Xiang is just a short man in China.
"Donor really don't want to lend a hand?" The old monk sighed, he understood what Chu Xiang meant.
"The master's abacus is too clever, I am powerless." Chu Xiang said, after so many years of wandering in the world, words of mere misery and sympathy could not sway Chu Xiang in the slightest.
"How can the donor be willing?" asked the old monk.
"What exactly does the master want to do?" Chu Xiang said.
After pondering for a moment, the old monk said: "The donor must have read Wu Chengen's Journey to the West?"
"I've seen it." Chu Xiang nodded.
"I would like to ask the donor to go west on my behalf," the old monk said.
Journey to the West, a journey to the West is not just a journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. Judging from the current situation of the Dai country, in the age of the end of Dharma, Buddhism is in a scorched land, and traveling to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures naturally means to revitalize Buddhism and reorganize the principles.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Xiang said: "The master's plan is too big, and I can't do anything about it."
"This is not a bad thing for the donor, it's just something he did casually, and since the name of the holy monk is well established, there will be endless benefits in the future." The old monk said.
"I'm not from here, so what's the use of having this name?" Chu Xiang said.
"Don't the donor feel the changes in himself?" the old monk asked.
The change the old monk mentioned was the power of faith brought by the name of the holy monk. Chu Xiang naturally felt this change, but he didn't know how to use it. However, it was not a problem. He could just go back and ask Gongsun Qi to teach him. . No matter how profound the old monk's Buddhist teachings are, his cultivation is ultimately just a virtual state. Naturally, he cannot compare with the understanding of this power by a powerful Hedao master like Guan Hua.
"So what if you feel it?" Chu Xiang said.
"This is the power of faith. When you learn how to use this power, you will know how beneficial it is." The old monk said.
"Any power given by others is a two-way street. There are as many disadvantages as there are benefits." Chu Xiang said.
"The donor is wrong to understand this. This kind of power is not given to you by others, but comes from your actions and originates from yourself." The old monk said.
"It's a pity that I'm not interested in it." Chu Xiang said.
After pondering for a moment, the old monk said: "It turns out that I don't mince words anymore. Just say what the donor wants."
"There is nothing I want from you." Chu Xiang said.
"Then what is the donor doing here?" the old monk asked.
"Come and take a look." Chu Xiang said.
"Did the donor see what he wanted to see?" the old monk asked.
"I haven't seen it yet," Chu Xiang said.
"What didn't you see?" the old monk asked.
"You." Chu Xiang said.
"What the donor sees is my true self." said the old monk.
"The true self is just a shell." Chu Xiang said.
"Have you ever seen any difference between this place and other places during this trip?" The old monk pointed to the distance.
"Live and work in peace and contentment," Chu Xiang said.
"This is what the donor wants to know." The old monk said.
"Buddha has thousands of manifestations, but I don't know what they are." Chu Xiang said.
"The donor can stay here for a while and observe with his own eyes." The old monk said.
The true nature is not the appearance, so how can it be so easy to observe.
"That's not necessary." Chu Xiang said.
The old monk retracted his gaze from the distance, pondered for a moment, and said: "The donor is a wise man, so I will tell you directly. If the donor's goal of this journey has not changed, when the donor sets out, the holy monk will go west to collect the scriptures." And things will spread.”
After hearing this, Chu Xiang's expression did not change at all. He had already thought of this when the old monk said the word "please". This old monk can be considered upright. He doesn't need to say this. As long as Chu Xiang leaves, he doesn't know what the old monk's plans will be. He can even make plans to prevent him from getting out, so he can only achieve what the old monk wants. Target.
Monk Tang traveled to the west to obtain the scriptures and experienced ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties before he obtained the true scriptures. Chu Xiang did not think that he had the ability of Sun Wukong and could jump around in the alchemy furnace of the Supreme Lord.
The current situation in the countries of South Asia is chaotic, and it is the time to gain power from the chaos. If Buddhism flourishes, I don’t know how much impact it will have on the countries of South Asia. The governments of the West and even South Asia will not allow such a situation to happen. This trip will definitely be full of crises. It’s hard to say whether he can come back alive.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Xiang said: "Master should find a more suitable candidate."
"The donor is the best candidate." said the old monk.
"How can I be so virtuous and capable?" Chu Xiang said.
"Although I don't know the origin of the benefactor, the benefactor has good fortune and is driven by unpredictable opportunities. Although there are dangers along the way, he will never be trapped in despair." The old monk said.
"Master thinks too highly of me. Master should find someone else to deal with this matter," Chu Xiang said.
The old monk was right. Chu Xiang didn't think he would die in South Asia. He was implicated in so many things. It was impossible for him to die violently in this barbaric land of South Asia just as a Qin Emperor backup body. The layout People will never allow him to die.
Chu Xiang doesn't want to get involved in this muddy water. Once he gets involved, there will be endless crises along the way. It will not only consume a lot of energy, but also a lot of time. It's not the time yet. Maybe one day he will come to help the old monk. Make this happen.
"Does the donor really refuse?" the old monk said seriously.
"Master, please ask Gao Ming." Chu Xiang said.
After a moment of silence, the old monk sighed: "We don't have this blessing, so we can only let it happen."
"This is a pure place. Master, why don't you sit quietly and meditate, focusing on the Buddha?" Chu Xiang said.
"How can I sit still when all living beings are miserable right now?" said the old monk.
"All living beings suffer, and we can only overcome it by ourselves," Chu Xiang said.
"The donor has a clear Zen mind and believes that I, the Buddha, have his own arrangements." The old monk said with his hands together.
Stepping down from the Elephant Pagoda, the old monk said: "The donor came from afar and did not offer tea. This is not the way to treat guests. Please come to the abbot to offer tea."
"That's not necessary." Chu Xiang said, paused, and then said: "The three of them came with me halfway. Now that I return home, the three of them will be handled by the master."
"It's a trivial matter," said the old monk.
"Then we'll say goodbye." Chu Xiang said.
"I won't delay the benefactor's important affairs." The old monk said, no longer trying to persuade him to stay.
The two returned the same way and arrived at the gate. Xin, Anbanji, Yingjing, Chen Huaming and Du Cuiniang had been waiting, and Jiashi was also on the side.
Glancing at Xin, Anbanji and Yingjing, Chu Xiang pointed at the old monk.
Understanding what Chu Xiang meant, Xin, Anbanji and Yingjing's expressions changed drastically. They were bandits and they would not have a good life if they stayed here.
The old monk put his hands together and said, "The three donors will stay at Qingman Temple."
Xin, Anbanji and Yingjing looked uncertain, looking at Chu Xiang, then Chen Huaming and Du Cuiniang with flickering eyes.
Although he didn't know what Chu Xiang's plan was, Chen Huaming said: "Master Lu Shide actually asked you to stay, so you can stay and practice with peace of mind."
People are like knives and beasts, and I am like fish and meat. There is no room for them to object. Xin, Anbanji and Yingjing can only remain silent.
Chen Huaming was very puzzled. When Chu Xiang and Pu Ding met before, he felt in his heart that the two would definitely discuss some big things, but now it seems that Chu Xiang is leaving, and he has been to Qingman Temple for less than half a day. I left in a few hours, and it looked like I was going back to my country.
Chu Xiang clasped his hands to greet the old monk, and the old monk clasped his hands in return and watched Chu Xiang leave.
Not only Chen Huaming was full of suspicion, Du Cuiniang was also puzzled. Chu Xiang's purpose was to go to Nigeria, but now he left Xin, Anbanji and Yingjing behind. It seemed that he did not intend to go to Nigeria, but went back home, and It was a night walk.
No one wanted to drive all night, let alone on a rainy night. Chu Xiang was the same, but he decided to leave immediately and at night, because he couldn't guess what kind of layout Puding would make or how he would use it. By whatever means, the only way to avoid greater trouble is to leave as soon as possible.
As long as you run fast enough, not only will trouble not be able to catch up with you, but even the Lord of Hell will not be able to catch up with you.
Realizing that Chu Xiang seemed to be walking slowly, but was actually more than twice as fast as when he arrived, Chen Huaming and Du Cuiniang had some bad premonitions in their hearts, so they did not dare to say anything and followed Chu Xiang closely.
Not long after the three of them left Qingman Temple, Chen Huaming felt something unusual around him, and someone was paying attention to them. Both of them were smart veterans. Seeing the change in Chen Huaming's expression, Du Cuiniang immediately understood that someone was following her, and she had some suspicions about Chu Xiang's departure overnight.
It was just getting dark at this time, and there were many pedestrians on the road, all rushing home. The slightly hurried footsteps of the three people did not attract much attention.
