Chapter 339: Convince people with reason or with force?
When people get older, they become more difficult to deal with than when they were young.
This difficulty more reflects the fragility of the elderly themselves. As they grow older, their bodies seem to be made up of glass fragments, which can break at any time with a single touch.
So for each other's safety, we should stay away from them.
Listening to the noise coming from outside the door, Pinggong Qianye slowly drank Qingxing Dengdang's tea, with no intention of getting up and opening the door.
He could indeed argue with the group of old monks about the Buddhist girl's ownership, or he could suppress them by force so that they would stop bothering her.
But some of those old monks needed the support of other monks even to walk, and they managed to come to participate in the ceremony of the birth of the Buddha girl with just one breath.
Once you get emotional, it's easy for you to crack like glass or porcelain.
Death is never a good thing.
So, just stay away from them.
"Masters, this is the resting place of the Buddhist women. Please do not make loud noises, so as not to disturb the peace of the Buddhist women."
After a while, Ruyi and others arrived here at the right time and persuaded the group of old monks to go back.
Akechi Mitsuhide also sent a special text message, indicating that Pinggong Qianye should continue to stay in Mingguang Hall and wait until the group of old monks were sent away before coming out.
Inside the Mingguang Palace, Qing Xingdeng poured another cup of tea for Pinggong Qianye and mentioned the topic that the two had discussed before but had not finished.
The three realms are only mind, all dharmas are only consciousness.
Pinggong Qianye did not want to discuss this topic in depth. Strictly speaking, this statement belonged to the theory of Huayan Sect.
The Avatamsaka Sutra established the view of Dharmadhatu based on this principle.
The origin of the Dharma Realm.
There are two verses in the Avatamsaka Sutra that are very suitable for explaining this sentence.
"If one wishes to understand all the Buddhas of the past, present and future, one should contemplate the nature of the Dharmadhatu, and realize that everything is created by the mind alone."
“The mind is like a skilled painter, able to paint all the worlds. All the five aggregates are born from it, and nothing is left uncreated.”
Pinggong Qianye still explained a few words patiently, but did not go into detail because he was not very familiar with the theories of Huayan Sect.
He would only occasionally touch upon this subject in the scriptures he read daily, and he would seldom look for books on the subject specifically to read.
"You don't need to worry too much about the fact that your previous life was the great monster Qingxuande. Monster or not is not important to the practice of Buddhism. Everything is in the mind. Wherever your heart is, that is your pure land."
Facing Pinggong Qianye's consolation, Qing Xingdeng smiled and said, "If Master Liansheng were me, how would I handle this matter?"
"I do what I want, and I have no regrets."
Qing Xingdeng raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised, because these words seemed a little paranoid.
"Can Master Liansheng really be unfazed by rumors from the outside world?"
"If it doesn't reach my ears, it won't reach my heart."
“What if it enters your ears?”
Pinggong Qianye thought for a moment, clasped his hands together and said, "Then I can only do my best to convince people."
“To convince people by reason or by force?”
"It's not important. What's important is that they obeyed."
Qing Xingdeng put away the smile on his face, clasped his hands together, and said seriously: "Thank you, Master Liansheng, for your teachings."
They looked at each other and smiled.
When things are boring, we should talk about something happy.
Near noon, lightning flashed in the sky, dark clouds came, and rain began to fall.
First it was a drip, then a crackling.
Ruyi and others, who were seeing off the old monks one by one, looked up at the sky in surprise.
Today's weather forecast clearly said it wouldn't rain, so where did the rain come from?
Finally came.
The tightly closed door of the Mingguang Hall opened. Qing Xingdeng walked out of the hall. In front of the door, in the pouring rain, there was a graceful figure, holding a red umbrella and walking in the rain.
"All the great monsters that survived before the Edo period congratulate you on the birth of the Buddha Lady Mingguang."
With these words, a curtain of rain folded into a tray. On the tray was a bronze ball. Inside the ball, there was a ball of faint blue flame that was about to go out.
Qing Xingdeng only took a glance and knew that the ball of fire was condensed from some of his past demonic power.
"You come here with resentment."
"This resentment does not come from me. I have always disliked you."
Qing Xingdeng was silent for a while, then looked up at the sky and said, "I don't like rainy weather either."
She lightly hooked her right index finger, and the ball of dark blue flame inside the exquisite ball exploded and flew out. It did not fly towards the Qingxuandeng, but flew towards the sky.
During this process, the ball of dark blue flame gradually transformed into a ball of golden Buddha fire, and also changed from an amorphous shape into a lotus.
The golden lotus shot up into the sky, breaking through the Rain Girl's magic, breaking through the rain curtain and dark clouds, allowing the sun's rays to shine again.
The bright light shone everywhere, and the golden lotus gradually withered and disappeared.
Yu Nu just watched the scene from the side without doing anything to stop it.
"Is that your answer?"
"Isn't this what you were hoping for?"
"Looks like I don't have to ask that question for her anymore."
The rain girl gently turned the red umbrella in her hand, and it turned into a red light and quickly disappeared into the distance.
This is Weilian Ancient Temple, a quiet Buddhist place. Master Liansheng can easily take her down with just a thought.
She does not count on the kindness of the Buddha.
"The past is gone like smoke..."
Qing Xingdeng looked at the big sun in the sky and murmured to himself.
She was absolutely sure that this was the new life she wanted to start, but why did she feel an uncontrollable pain in her heart?
Her heart was beating rapidly, and with each beat the pain intensified.
Qing Xingdeng's face gradually turned pale, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, his body hunched over, and finally he squatted on the ground powerlessly.
Saying goodbye to the past was so painful, far beyond her imagination.
Perhaps she overestimated her ability to bear it from the beginning.
I underestimated the importance of the snow girl in my heart.
The scenes from the past are now flashing clearly in my mind.
On the top of Mount Fuji, beside the icy lake, she and the snow girl snuggled together, spending the four seasons together.
“This is also a kind of obsession.”
Pinggong Qianye came out of the Mingguang Palace, holding a golden lotus in the palm of his right hand, which was the past that Qingxingdeng had just insisted on dispersing.
That ball of dark blue flame contained not only some of Qing Xingdeng's former power, but also a part of her character.
Insisting on erasing and severing emotions and sexual desire is definitely not a good thing.
So, when the clouds cleared and the rain stopped just now, Pinggong Qianye used his great magic power to preserve the dissipating lotus.
"am I wrong?"
"You are not wrong, and she is not wrong either."
Pinggong Qianye walked over and led the lotus in his palm into Qingxuandeng's body.
She slowly closed her eyes, knowing that her brief experience was over.
The other her has already woken up.
(End of this chapter)
