With the full level of enlightenment, you can rub the fruit of transcendence with your hands!

Chapter 595: Desire and Practice
Song Ji looked at the mess in front of him expressionlessly, and even felt inexplicably relaxed. Even if it was just a pile of ruins, it was better than the sense of dislocation he felt when he saw the two frivolous monks having fun in the nightclub.

Looking at Jiang Long who was madly trampling on the Diamond Club bodyguards with his feet, Song Ji even felt inexplicably relieved.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Jianglong looked at the unconscious bodyguard, threw him aside and looked at the dazed Song Ji and asked.

"Brother, why did you suddenly attack? I haven't reacted yet." Song Ji said.

Jiang Long stroked his sleek bald head and said, "I've touched it, I've stuck to it, I've enjoyed the fun, what else can I do next?"

Looking at Song Ji's puzzled expression, he clapped his hands and said, "What, what are you thinking? I went deep into the tiger's den to gather intelligence. I fought several rounds with the female demon who was good at seducing mortals. I took her down with my pure heart. In order to obtain intelligence, I even gave up my body and fed the tiger with my body. Only then did I destroy this criminal den that harbored so much filth. I am a serious monk, you can't look down on me!"

"But I saw that you seemed quite into playing with that Blue-Eyes White Dragon Princess cyborg. The lewd smile on your face made you look like an experienced old prostitute, the kind of old customer that the princess had to say, 'Brother, stop touching me, sing a song for me'."

Song Ji repeated these words several times but never uttered them out loud. At this time, Erlong, who was drunk and had foam on his lips, came over.

After being doused with alcohol, he seemed to have his Ren and Du meridians opened up, and his taciturn personality temporarily collapsed. Erlong curled his lips and said, "Actually, this is the rule set by the Buddha. Small fights and small touches are fine, but if there is really any substantial development, you don't expect someone from outer space to come and slap him into the ground, so that he won't be able to get out."

Jiang Long gave him a resentful look and said, "You see through it but don't say it. Before I became a monk, I was a vagrant and elegant gentleman who walked among the flowers without getting hurt. Now I have changed my profession and become a vegetarian. You don't want to eat meat. You should at least let me satisfy my craving and eat some vegetarian food, right?"

"Besides, weren't you the type who couldn't live without alcohol before? You drank it like water. After enduring it for so long, the alcohol bug in your stomach shouldn't be bothering you anymore, right?"

Erlong wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and said, "It's OK. I had a good time. But the wine in this damn place is not very good. It's only slightly better than urine. If you drink too much, you will get sick. I'll buy some grain from you when I have time, and then use the equipment in this place to brew some good wine. Then I'll open your eyes to what good wine is!"

Jiang Long shook his head: "No matter how good the wine is, it can't compare to a beautiful woman. To me, a beautiful woman is like a fine wine, each with its own mellow fragrance. In this respect, you and I are friends in the cup."

Erlong sneered: "According to the Buddha's teachings, no matter how beautiful a beauty is, what does it have to do with a monk like you? Even if you are gifted and can lift a wheel, you are still just a decoration."

Jiang Long was furious... but his anger didn't stop him: "You know shit, is that the only thing between men and women? The beauty of women in the world is very different, and they have different charms when viewed from close up or far away. I, Jiang Long, am satisfied with just seeing the beauty."

Erlong put his hands together, showing his white teeth, and whispered two words to Jianglong:
"Eunuch!"

"you!"

Seeing that the two elder brothers were about to start fighting, Song Ji, who couldn't bear to see the brothers killing each other, quickly pulled the two men who were getting closer and closer to fight apart. "Calm down, calm down, and get down to business."

He looked at the two of them and said, "Two brothers, what kind of practice are you doing, what kind of sutra are you reciting?"

"Amitabha."

Jiang Long grinned, "Our sect is different from those pedantic bald donkeys. They observe the precepts, abstain from killing and sex, follow strict rules and regulations, and abandon everything to seek the emptiness of the five aggregates and the purity of the six senses. In fact, they cut off human desires. The Buddhas they cultivate are nothing more than self-transcendence. It seems that nothing exists in their hearts. The deeper the Buddhist teachings, the further away they are from humans. How are they different from earth, wood, and stone?"

"The so-called escape from the sea of ​​suffering and salvation of all living beings are just whitewashed words. If one really wants to cultivate such thoughts and self-cultivation, there is no need to cultivate them. One would have become a Buddha long ago."

He took Song Ji's shoulder and said, "Your brother Erlong and I are different from them. We both had our own experiences in our previous lives. Once we were enlightened by the Buddha, we entered Buddhism and passed down the Dharma. We are grateful for the Buddha's enlightenment and follow him."

"The Buddha said before that all the complicated and trivial precepts should be abolished. Those rules about not killing and not eating meat were not made up by humans. If you strip away the superficial meaning, they are basically to restrain one's own desires, not be greedy for the desires of the mouth and tongue, not indulge in the thought of killing, purify thoughts, remove distracting thoughts, and assist in cultivation. On the contrary, some people put the cart before the horse, abandon the essence of restraining desires, and regard external rules as the golden rule. Isn't it a joke?"

"The precepts are set by people, so naturally there will be people who can break them. The Buddha can do what others cannot. I, Jiang Long, have nothing to say but admire him."

Jiang Long raised his thumb and said: "All disciples of the World Honored One can do anything except those few bottom lines that cannot be touched. We came out of the mortal world and should return to the mortal world. What kind of Buddha is sitting in the secular world? People who leave the world and live in seclusion are not considered human beings!"

"We indulge our desires, but we also restrain them. We practice cultivation and experience the mundane world. Only then can we have a heart of a Buddha. We don't need to worry about the golden body and incense, nor do we talk about saving the common people all the time."

Looking at Jiang Long who was talking eloquently, a sentence suddenly popped up in Song Ji's mind: The devil king Marun said to the Buddha, in the last days of the Dharma, I will let my disciples wear your robes, enter your temple, spread my evil teachings, corrupt your disciples, and I will be wherever you are, until my descendants are everywhere.

The Buddha replied: I will not be where you are at that time. My true disciples will take off their robes, put on plain clothes, and walk in the world.
To educate all living beings, the world will become a temple and the family will become a place of practice.

Song Ji's concept of Buddha is abstract and vague. If he were to talk about it, he would only say a few words like "Buddha does not save the poor, you have a connection with Buddha, what connection, five hundred yuan" and so on. The Buddha he saw was the Buddha who was represented by monks and replaced by monks. The real Buddha is a concept, an ideal, an imprint of thought, and a knowledge that guides people to be good. In the extraordinary world, Buddha also has a more specific concept and form.

"What are you thinking about? What about enlightenment? I know a few tricks and can enlighten people. Do you want to try it, brother?" Jianglong suddenly spoke, disrupting Song Ji's chaotic thoughts.

"Nothing, no need, I can't bear it, let's talk about how to deal with this evil devil's cave!"

Song Ji responded weakly.

(End of this chapter)