Chapter 760: Color is emptiness, don’t worry about the details
Chapter 760: Color is emptiness, don't worry about the details
Having said that, Jin Chanzi couldn't help but be tempted.
When one has reached his level of practice, he no longer has many worldly desires. He only devotes his whole heart to Buddhism, makes great aspirations, and seeks great perfection.
"Do you want to teach a disciple who can change the world, or do you want to live in the paradise forever as a disciple of the Buddha, seemingly free from worries but actually accomplishing nothing?"
Wen Ruishi gave the final push. After saying this, the handsome monk sighed deeply and waved to the little monk.
"Child, what is your name?"
Zhuoma blinked, stole a glance at Wen Rui who was sitting next to her, and said, "The immortal said that after I became a monk, I could no longer use my secular name. He gave me a Buddhist name, 'Fahai'. I quite like it. It makes me feel familiar."
Her voice is clear and pleasant, but her tone is gentle and soft. If you don't listen carefully, you can't tell it's a girl. It sounds more like the voice of a boy who hasn't changed his voice.
"Fahai……"
Jin Chanzi pondered and said, "Fa represents the truth of Buddhism, and Hai represents tolerance and purification. The Fa saves all living beings and is deep, broad and boundless. It is exactly what I seek for in Buddhism. What a good Dharma name, very appropriate!"
"Although you have a deep Buddha nature and wisdom, your past lives are in chaos and your karma is unclear. Even with my divine eyes and my knowledge of past lives, I cannot predict your future achievements, let alone the relationship between you and me as a master and disciple."
"Perhaps, this also means that your future achievements will be better than mine."
After thinking for a long time, Jin Chanzi asked again: "Let me ask you, are you willing to take me as your master and practice with me?"
The little monk frowned and hesitated for a while before saying, "I'm not particularly willing, but I'm not unwilling either..."
"Ok?"
Jin Chanzi turned his head and looked at Wen Rui suspiciously, asking, "Did you force her to come here?"
"Don't slander me. I'm a businessman, not a robber. I bought her with real money. We have paid for her. It's legal and compliant. The contract has been signed..."
Wen Rui hurriedly defended himself and even took out the contract from his pocket to show Jin Chanzi.
"Master, please don't misunderstand me. The sage did not force me to do anything I didn't want to do."
The young monk took the initiative to explain for him: "I should like this place very much and believe in Buddhism very much, but now I don't like it so much, and I don't believe in it so much. Being able to stay in Lingshan to practice may be my biggest dream in my previous life, but in this life..."
Jin Chanzi seemed to understand what he heard. It seemed that the fate of this child had been disturbed by some unexpected force. From his supernatural powers, his past and present lives were shrouded in mystery.
"So do you want to practice with this immortal?"
The magical power did not work, and Jin Chanzi could only ask with words, pointing at Wen Rui and asking.
"This immortal has profound knowledge, which is rare in the Three Realms. If you can learn even one tenth or one twelfth of his knowledge, it will be easy to benefit the people of a country, and you may benefit future generations and leave a good reputation for thousands of years."
The little monk shook his head heavily, with a bit of fear in his eyes, and said, "I know he has abilities, but I don't like him. I feel terrible around him." The fear didn't seem fake, it was absolutely genuine. Jin Chanzi nodded knowingly and said in agreement, "That's right. He has always been talented but not moral, cruel and ruthless, and inhuman. Not to mention a child like you, even the Arhat who cultivated to the Vajra body on Mount Lingshan would tremble when he mentioned him, leaving a big psychological shadow."
"Stop making up bad rumors about me. The five hundred Arhats brought this upon themselves. I, the Emperor, have only given them a small punishment. I have been very merciful. I have not hurt a hair on their heads!"
"Ah, yes, yes, it hurts their souls and self-esteem."
Jin Chanzi didn't comment, and casually dealt with the annoyed Wen Rui, then said to the little monk: "If you are devoted to Buddhism and regard Buddhist principles as the truth, you may not be the best candidate to inherit my mantle. In this state of belief and disbelief, you are just right and can be cultivated."
At this point, Jin Chanzi sat up straight and said solemnly, "Fahai, I am Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of Buddha. We have a master-disciple relationship. Why don't you bow down quickly!"
The little monk was stunned for a moment, and timidly glanced at Wen Rui. While he was hesitating, Jin Chanzi said again: "You just need to follow your heart, don't be afraid of him. Although I am not good at fighting, I am more than enough to deal with one or two Golden Immortals."
Jin Chanzi is not bragging. He was a weakling after being demoted to a mortal and fell into the cycle of reincarnation. But now is his prime. In addition to his unfathomable Buddhist magical powers, he has also mastered the secret method of Jiejiao and Jietian, and his fighting power has reached a new level.
If the current him fights against the original Sun Wukong in the Journey to the West story, why would he need the tight hoop? He can just use one hand to play with the monkey.
The little monk then knelt down obediently at Jin Chanzi's knees and called him "Master" respectfully. After that, he hid behind Jin Chanzi, looking as if he was afraid of being caught by Wen Rui.
Jin Chanzi smiled with relief. He was rejecting her just now, but now he was attracted to her. He pretended to protect her and said to Wen Rui, "From now on, Fahai is my disciple. You have nothing to do with her anymore. All the expenses you spend on her can be deducted from my dividends from the technology."
Wen Rui was not annoyed, he shrugged and said: "It's just a small amount of money, you don't need to reimburse. But do you think that this little money is all she owes me? Study hard here, and sooner or later you will have to work for me to pay off the debt after you have learned it."
After saying this, Wen Rui said no more. He stood up and said goodbye without waiting for Jin Chanzi to see him off. He turned around and walked out of the temple, striding down the mountain.
"Fahai, what do you still owe him?"
Wen Rui's attitude was too confident. Jin Chanzi felt that this disciple was just placed by his side for foster care and would be taken back by him sooner or later. He couldn't help but ask worriedly.
The young monk said: "He saved my life and the lives of my family..."
"A life-saving grace?"
Jin Chanzi shook his head and said, "He wants you to work like a slave for him just for saving my life? The life-saving favor between mortals may have a great cause and effect, but it is just a small favor for an immortal to save a mortal's life. It is nothing. You don't have to care about this little favor. I can repay you with interest by giving him a new technology. I will never let you be controlled by him."
Wen Rui walked down Lingshan Mountain with big strides, walked straight across the Lingxudu single-plank bridge, and walked out of the Lingshan mountain protection formation. Only then did he slow down and breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, we are under the watchful eyes of the Buddha. If you don't run away after achieving your goal, you are simply courting death.
On his way back home, Wen Rui did not dare to fly in the clouds or use his magical power to shrink the earth, for fear of alarming the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on Lingshan Mountain, who would kill him, the enemy of Buddhism who had come to their doorstep.
He walked back along the original route in the wind and sand. As he was walking, he suddenly thought of something and murmured, "Oh, I forgot to tell Jin Chanzi that Fahai is a nun. It shouldn't be a big deal for a monk on Lingshan Mountain to accept a nun as his disciple, right?"
"It shouldn't matter. The Buddha once said that form is emptiness. I am just judging the monk with my own petty mind. Old Jin shouldn't care about these details."
(End of this chapter)