I am the leader of the capital

In Shui Yuntian's room, Yun Qianyu sat by the boy's bed and stared blankly at the boy's face, reaching out to touch it from time to time, and finally lying around the boy's neck for a while.

The moonlight entered the house, and the two figures in white on the bed matched each other very well. The girl's face was like a fairy walking down the moonlight, and the boy was like the most expensive son in the world. The two were a perfect match, but the girl looked at the boy's face sadly Preoccupied.

Kissing Yun Musheng's ear, Yun Qianyu thought of something that he only understood, and said softly: "You have always wanted to escape from that place, but you may never escape again in this life, from the time you appeared in front of her From the beginning, you were destined to be hers, you thought you were running away, you thought you were running towards someone new, but you just changed direction and ran towards her again, the only difference is that the beneficiary is not her."

The young man smelled of alcohol and slept soundly under the moonlight, but he didn't hear it, but the girl wept in the moonlight, "It should be mine, it's me, not someone else."

"Since that's the case, there will be no love between you and me in this life."

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By the creek not far from Qi'an Temple, Huineng with a loud voice was happily washing his hands and face, and said to the little monk behind him, "Don't talk nonsense when you go back. I just did the ritual and didn't eat any wine or meat."

"Uncle Master, you've said it several times." The young monks were a little impatient, and the bearded and bald monk approached the young monk and let out a sigh, "Does it still smell like wine?"

The little monk turned his head full of disgust, and shouted: "The smell of wine and meat, it stinks to death."

"Then I'll climb in from the top of the wall, or I'll be bumped into and I'll be lectured." Huineng laughed, he had been drinking by the stream for a long time.

The little monk nodded, but he was puzzled and said: "That's fine, but what if the master asks you where you are going if you are caught by us? Or, uncle, you should continue to sober up and go in through the gate."

"I'm going to Lianhua Village tomorrow to see what's going on. I have to go back to sleep early." Huineng shook his head.

The little monk, who was half dead from exhaustion while carrying the crescent shovel, said: "You still remember those children who were victimized, look at the way you ate and drank tonight, that joy doesn't seem to care about the boys at all. .”

Hui Neng immediately became a little unhappy, and reprimanded: "What are you talking about? Do I have to cry when I can't do anything? I'm never sad when someone dies. Empathy is something that never happens to me. It never happened, so what do I have to do with other people's lives? I am only responsible for sending innocent people to hell."

"The monks are merciful. Uncle, you must not be heard by the master, otherwise you will inevitably talk about it." The little monk hurriedly looked around, for fear of being overheard.

Hui Neng was a little impatient, "People's emotions are not so connected. Who do you have to show compassion for the world? What did the group of scholars say?"

The little monk knew that the uncle was going to say that sentence again, so he recited: "The world is not benevolent, and treats all things as straw dogs; the sage is not benevolent, and treats the people as straw dogs."

Monk Hui Neng slapped his thigh immediately, "Yes, that's the sentence. Heaven and earth are ruthless. Didn't the Buddhists also say that they want to cut off the seven emotions and six desires? Then why do they keep compassion? Isn't this contradictory? Most, they all think that this sage should be heartless, why do they ask others to grieve for things that have nothing to do with themselves?"

"This means: there is no distinction between benevolence and inhumanity in heaven and earth, and all things are equal like dogs; the sage also has no distinction between benevolence and inhumane, and all people are equal to dogs before him. No The sage you think is not benevolent." The little monk rolled his eyes.

Hui Neng was a little anxious and said, "Isn't that the same? A sage treats everyone without benevolence or inhumanity, that is, he treats everything the same. Then why should I feel sad when others are hurt? Look at the tiger killing Heaven and earth don’t care about the prey, so why should people care about the strong hunting down the weak? Isn’t this the greatest principle between heaven and earth?”

"Amitabha, uncle, you have fallen into a demonic way." The little monk quickly recited two sentences of the Buddha's name.

The little monk who stood holding the crescent shovel followed and said, "Yes, uncle, how can you think that it is reasonable for the strong to hunt down the weak? You are a monk, you are going to be possessed."

"It's true that I'm a monk, but if my master hadn't saved me and given me a bite to eat, I would have left this ruined temple a long time ago. What kind of monk should I be? How can a knight in the rivers and lakes be at ease. It's not that the world is not benevolent, a saint Isn’t it benevolent? Shouldn’t it be so? It’s natural for a strong wolf to kill a weak wolf for food, so why is it a sin for a strong man to kill a weak man?” Hui Neng, who was ugly, argued.

The three young monks had nothing to say at once, they didn't know how to refute for a while, so they could only look at each other in blank dismay.

Footsteps were heard by the water, Huineng and the others turned their heads to look, a tall man with gray hair slowly walked over, the man was a bit old, but through this aging appearance, they could still roughly recognize Imagine how handsome this man in coarse white clothes was when he was young.

As he got closer, the man took a break, and said to Huineng, "Whether it's a wolf or a tiger, it's all for living, but what about people? Are you so-called strong people for living? No, big people Part of the killing is not for living, it has gone beyond survival, and has reached the point of wanting to use other people's rights to satisfy one's own pursuits and dreams."

The little monk thought it through immediately, and said to Huineng, "Uncle, did you understand what this benefactor said? If you want to live, then you are not guilty, but if you don't kill yourself and you will not die, then you are guilty. "

Hui Neng stopped talking and nodded. He understood the truth more or less, but he had new doubts, so he said to this tall man who looked a little weak: "This benefactor, the poor monk will continue to give up again." Ask something."

"Please tell me." The man smiled gently, like a kind old man who has no temper.

Hui Neng suddenly realized that he was a little excited and frightened, as if he had said a word unintentionally to the statue, but the statue answered you, so he bowed respectfully and said: "Some animals don't kill their prey. It is purely for food, for example, cats like to play with their prey, and sometimes they will bite to death if they don’t eat it, is it a crime like this? Or is it a crime like a human?”

Under the moonlight, the man in coarse cloth and white clothes by the creek shook his head gently, "I only admit one kind of sin in this world, and that is weakness, and only weakness is the original sin, and there is no other sin in the world."

The four monks, big and small, stayed on the spot by the creek. No one expected such an answer. The little monk asked tremblingly, "Why, why?"

"What is the essence of this world?" The frail tall old man asked without answering.

Hui Neng didn't know the answer, and neither did the three young monks beside him, so the four of them could only shake their heads. The old man in white coughed a few times and said, "It's survival. Survival and growth are the essence of this world."

The little monk and Hui Neng didn't know how to answer the conversation, but the old man continued: "What is the essence of survival and growth?"

The four monks by the stream looked at each other again, and the old man answered as if he was asking himself: "It is taking and plundering. In a world where survival and growth are the essence, taking and plundering is innocent."

The little monk suddenly felt that he heard the absurd and deviant remarks, and panicked. Big drops of sweat dripped from his forehead without knowing it.

The tall old man continued: "It is not a crime to take and plunder, but it is a crime to be incapable of protecting yourself. That's why I say that being weak is the original sin. Although most people kill not to live, it is beyond survival. When it comes to wanting to use others Satisfy your pursuit and the realm of your dreams.

But this is personal growth, just like a tiger deprives a deer of its life for its own growth, and the deer grows itself after eating flowers and plants. pursuit. "

The little monk didn't dare to listen, and wanted to run away in a hurry, but stopped after running two steps. It was the first time they heard such remarks, and they couldn't refuse. Why do we condemn the killing?"

"Because all living beings in the world are ants, condemning and killing is the biggest pursuit of the weak and weak. It is nothing more than self-protection and the only way for sinners to redeem themselves." The man said softly.

Hui Neng only felt a chill rising from the back of his spine, his limbs felt cold for a moment, his face was covered with sweat, and the little monk beside him was so frightened by these words that he sat down on the ground.

A figure came out of the Qi'an Temple under the moonlight, looking at the junior and disciples who were so frightened that they couldn't speak, facing the moment by the stream, it seemed that their feet were on the ground, and the figure in the sky above his head made a final cry. Ask, "Then why hasn't this world become what you Bai Du'e understood? It looks like a beast?"

Huineng and a few young monks were startled, stared at the figure with wide eyes, and couldn't help thinking of the legend about this man in their minds, Bai Du'e, the sixteenth civil and military champion, eighteen generals, and twenty champions .

Huineng murmured, "No wonder, no wonder, the rumors are true."

Bai Du'e by the stream is tall and tall, and the coarse cloth on his body not only does not look rough, but looks more simple and natural.

Bai Du'e looked at the monk who came over, smiled lightly and said: "Because people are not animals, they are not as simple as animals, and people's pursuits are all kinds of strange things. For countless years, there are always endless strange pursuits in this world. , but there is one that never changes."

"what?"

Abbot Huijue raised his head under the moonlight, and his long eyebrows swayed gently against his cheeks in the breeze.

The figure in white cloth by the stream pointed to himself, "Some people like to hunt and kill people who break the rules, such as me."

"That day the common people are blessed." Abbot Huijue bowed slightly to the figure by the stream.