Suzaku

The Preacher

The more Yi Tianxing listened, the more he felt something was wrong, he frowned slightly and thought, it seems that you, an old monk, still have a bad taste for bluffing himself, and said lightly: “So what? My parents died early, I naturally don’t know who I am. Where did it come from. If this is also evidence, then you great monks have to pick up this so-called preacher in the orphanages every day and talk about Suzaku. It is my son who protects me, but I protect him. His voice became more and more disorganized: “Even if this little red bird is sent by heaven to watch me, no matter what, Suzaku is also a sacred object of Taoism. How can it have anything to do with you great monks? Maybe it will be Wudang tomorrow!” There are two more old-fashioned old Taoists in the mountains, and I have to enter the Taoist door again and start playing as a boy.”

He sneered, with a hint of teasing on the corner of his lips.

“Great monk, let me tell you the truth, I think you don’t seem to know much about this preacher.” He looked at Master Bin Ku’s eyes that were as quiet as an ancient well, and said slowly.

Master Binku smiled awkwardly, and immediately responded: “The layman is indeed intelligent. The preacher of the scriptures has not come to the world since the Song and Yuan Dynasties. Therefore, there is only such a saying in Buddhism, and the specific reason is not us, the descendants. Amitabha can realize it. It’s just that the layman doesn’t feel that his life experience is too similar to the predecessors of the Buddhist scriptures.”

Yi Tianxing asked curiously: “There are so many orphans without father and mother in the world, what is the similarity between me and these eminent monks?” He suddenly thought of another thing, and said with a smirk: “Great monk, don’t you think so?” Coax me. Let’s talk about the Kumarajiva who came to Kucha, he has a father and a mother. His father fled from Tianzhu to Kucha and married the princess of Kucha, so Kumarajiva was born. How could there be no father and no mother?”

Bin Ku responded with a slight smile: “Believe it or not, it’s all in the mind of a layman.”

“Okay, even if I believe in you, I am a preacher of the scriptures of Lao Shizi. So what if I want to convert to Buddhism, shave my hair and wear a robe, and become a little novice monk?” Yi Tianxing asked, scratching the back of his head.

Master Binku said kindly together, “Be respectful. This is only shown by the Supreme Buddha Dharma. As for the future, it is up to me, a worldly monk, to judge.”

“Doesn’t that mean the two of us talked a lot of nonsense?”

“Yi Jushi, I would like to invite you to stay in the temple from now on. On the one hand, you can practice Buddhism, and then you can see what kind of arrangements will be made by heaven. Second, since you have conflicts with the auspicious Tianmen, if you leave Guiyuan Temple, I’m afraid There will be all kinds of inconvenience.”

Yi Tianxing looked into Monk Binku’s eyes quietly, but he didn’t see a hint of threat, and he still looked respected, so he couldn’t help but sneered twice in his heart.

“Then how long will I stay in Guiyuan Temple?” He sat with his knees hugged, his fingers subconsciously tapping his knees lightly. Although he didn’t understand what a scripture preacher was, and he didn’t understand why Chairman Bin Ku insisted that he was the scripture preacher, but he always felt that this matter was not as glamorous as it seemed on the face of it, and there was some danger in it.

“I’m afraid that Ji Xiangtian will not let this matter go. I invite some senior brothers from the Northern Zen Academy to talk to them. It’s okay for Master Yi to come out of the temple again.”

Yi Tianxing asked again: “Could you say that I am the one who preaches the scriptures, and I am?”

“Of course not.” Master Binku said with a chuckle, “Master Sanzang has traveled westward for more than ten years, and has gone through countless eons. If a layman is a preacher of the revival of my Buddhism, there will naturally be a deep Buddha’s decree to guide your practice.”

“Then what do I need to do?” Yi Tianxing didn’t like this feeling of being confused, and since he knew that the other party was actually half confused, it was even more inexplicable.

Master Bin Ku clasped his hands together, and his face was full of Buddha’s light: “The layman should be the King Kong who conquers demons, protects the Dharma and protects the Buddha, and walks in the world to pass on the great virtues of our sect.”

Hearing this, Yi Tianxing gradually closed his eyes, and a cold light flashed imperceptibly in his pupils, thinking in his heart, so the so-called preachers are thugs

“Old monk, you are not kind.” Yi Tianxing stretched out his index finger and shook it gently in front of Master Binku, “I used to think that you were also a benevolent and respectful monk, but when I looked at your face today, I always felt that your mouth It’s also getting sharper, and the eyes are getting narrower, revealing the smell of a fox.”

Of course, Yi Tianxing would not just put on the hat of preacher. He is not a fool. He naturally knows that the struggle between religions is more terrifying than any conflict of interests in the world.Zhuang Zhidao’s Zen sect also had delusional thoughts of fighting, but when he thought of the gradual decline of Buddhism in today’s world, he knew that if he became a thug of Zen sect, his life would not be so easy in the future. If it was in the land of China, it would be easier to say, if in the future, as written in the novel, I was sent to the small city-state of Rome to do some shady things, I might not be able to return.

He didn’t believe in gods and Buddhas before, so he naturally didn’t think that the world’s religions had any mysterious power at all.

But now that the past few months have passed, I really know that there are indeed existences beyond human power in the world, so I can’t help but have a faint fear of these religions.

Master Binku looked at his face, sighed and said, “Think about it yourself.” For some reason, he changed his address to Yi Tianxing from a layman to a benefactor. After a pause, the old monk said again: “You killed Zong Si under Jixiang Tianmen”

Yi Tianxing interjected: “I didn’t kill you, don’t blame me.”: