The Word of Heaven

Chapter 333 Let’s Destroy Our Ancestors Together
There are always a few titles that cannot be avoided in the history of spiritual practice, and Buddha is undoubtedly one of them, or even the most important one.

In all the years, there is no one who can surpass him, except for the first cultivator whose name has long been lost in the long river of time. Even the Taoist Ancestor is only on par with him.

Pei Jinge has an infinite passion for spiritual practice, which has not diminished in the slightest to this day. How could he not be interested in Buddha?

But when she recalled the words that Gu Zhuo told her in person in front of the mountain gate of Cihang Temple that day, there was some displeasure between her brows and she frowned.

After a while, Pei Jinge's soul left his body and went to the temple not far away.

Sure enough, the Immaculate Monk appeared in her perception, greeting others with a smile on his face, looking very worldly.

"It's him?"

"It's him."

"it's him?"

Pei Jinge asked very seriously, his dark brows tightly furrowed.

Gu Zhuo felt like he was singing.

He repeated these words softly in his mind, couldn't help laughing, and said: "I won't admit my mistakes, because Daoxiu has no reason to admit his mistakes."

That autumn, a magnificent Buddha light descended upon the world from Yuangou Temple.

At that time, Daoxiu tried to use this to determine whether Gu Zhuo's hands were covered in blood, but ultimately gained nothing and walked out of the Zen room. He smiled and said a few words to the monk Wujiu, saying that he regretted not being able to accept him as a disciple. However, his expression did not reveal any regret at all.

If that's just polite talk, it shouldn't be just for the sake of face.

The best and most reasonable explanation is that Daoxiu had a sudden epiphany about the identity and origin of the monk Wuque because of the Buddha's light, and he intentionally left behind this sentence, which might have been a joke.

Pei Jinge didn't know there were such details in the incident at Yuan Gou Temple. After a moment of silence, he said mockingly, "They are all people who would rather die cleanly than die."

Gu Zhuo said: "It's just that you can't get it."

"Let all sentient beings gain something."

Pei Jinge said sarcastically: "It's ridiculous to think that monks always like to say such empty words."

If it were the Gu Zhuo of the past, he would have happily agreed at this time because he did not like monks.

In fact, he still doesn't like it now, but for some reason he has changed his mind and said to Pei Jinge: "It is precisely because I can't do it that I have to say this to leave myself a hope."

Pei Jinge understood the meaning of this sentence, shook his head and said: "It's nothing but deceiving yourself."

Having said that, she stood up naturally and walked to her room to change her clothes.

Gu Zhuo raised his head and looked at the clear sky, and saw no sign of rain, so he opened his umbrella.

He suddenly felt a strong sense of nostalgia and wanted to meet those long-lost friends again, just to talk like they used to, without doing anything else.

The tranquility that he had become accustomed to since the end of last winter turned into heavy loneliness at this moment, as if he was in the deep ocean, with countless sea water surging and pressing in, occupying his entire world.

This extremely vivid emotional impact did not wake him up until Pei Jinge, who had changed her clothes and stood beside him, started to feel uneasy and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"Something happened?" Pei Jinge asked solemnly.

"No."

Gu Zhuo retracted his gaze, looked at Pei Jinge's beautiful face with light makeup, and said, "I just miss some things in the past."

Pei Jinge would never believe such a statement.

However, after a moment of silence, she chose not to ask further and casually said, "Let's go."

The two walked side by side, leaving the villa and walking along the winding cobblestone path, heading towards the temple on Qingling, with slow steps.

The chill of late winter has long passed, the weather is sunny all day long, and the flowers in the mountains have been tricked into blooming early.

Now that all the flowers are in full bloom, when will we be able to see the broken well and dilapidated house?

Gu Zhuo was thinking this when he heard Pei Jinge's words.

"If you have anything to say, just say it, don't hide it."

"what?"

"What I mean is, I've put too much money on you. If you make me lose everything, I'll kill you."

"……it is good."

Pei Jinge said it very seriously, and it was hard to find any other meaning in it.

All Gu Zhuo heard was concern.

The villa was too close to the temple, no more than half an hour's walk away. As the two turned an ordinary corner, the main entrance of the temple came into view.

In the square in front of the temple stood a pagoda about ten feet high. On weekdays, people often walked around the pagoda with long incense sticks in their hands, and then put the incense into the burner to seek the Buddha's blessing. Today, the king of Southern Qi came to worship Buddha, so naturally there was no such scene - the monks stood in two rows respectfully in front of the horizontal plaque with the words "Tian Lian" written on it, and their faces were all heavy and solemn, making the onlookers dare not make any sound.

The King of Southern Qi sat on the carriage without ever stepping foot off the ground, and the abbot of Tianlian Temple was accompanying him beside him.

What’s interesting is that this monarch clearly didn’t want to set foot on the same land with the common people, but his carriage was hung with gauze curtains, allowing people to vaguely glimpse the outline of his figure.

The Immaculate Monk is also among them at this moment.

Gu Zhuo looked at the guards who were clearing the way with flowers, and at the carriage that was slowly driving into Tianlian Temple under the gaze of the people, and said, "I remember that you said something harsh to him during the last summer festival?"

Pei Jinge rolled his eyes and said bluntly: "Don't recall this kind of thing to me. How can I remember something as simple as eating? And that's not a harsh remark, it's a fact."

Gu Zhuo apologized.

"In Southern Qi, those who were too tough for the Qin Dynasty to defeat had already died before they could ascend to high positions. Those who could ascend must be those who were willing to kneel down and become the dogs of the Qin Dynasty."

Pei Jinge's voice was flat and emotionless: "Everyone else is willing to be a dog, you have to let the dog have its time to rely on the power of the people, it's the same as raising a dog and letting it out for a walk."

Then she glanced at Gu Zhuo and added, "Are you coming with me to see the Buddha, or to talk about these things?"

The answer is of course the former.

Soon after the Southern Qi monarch's carriage entered the temple, ordinary people were allowed to accompany it to show the magnanimity of the royal family.

Gu Zhuo and Pei Jinge were like ordinary tourists, doing things that were not at all special, walking and stopping among the crowd and in the temple.

As they were not followers of Zen Buddhism, they seldom looked at the golden-clad Buddha statues, which in turn brought a different view to them.

Those were the snow pear flowers in full bloom behind the wall. From time to time, a few petals fell in the wind, attracting the fat orange cat to shuttle back and forth among them, just like chasing butterflies.

The sound of chanting sutras came from the other side of the wall, with an intentional effort to pretend to be quiet and zen-like, which in turn highlighted the subtle nature beneath the wall.

Pei Jinge has no interest in cats, but he dislikes monks even more.

She didn't want to walk any further, so she reached out and lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, then squatted down and tried to get closer to the cat.

Perhaps it was because she was used to holding a knife, and the sharpness of her knife was revealed unintentionally, causing these cats, which were not afraid of strangers, to dodge.

There was a sudden laugh.

From Gu Zhuo's lips.

Pei Jinge's hands stiffened slightly.

Before any words could be heard, she stood up and said, "Don't try to let these raccoon slaves get close to me and make me have any unnecessary thoughts."

Gu Zhuo was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "I really haven't thought about it that way."

Pei Jinge's eyebrows slightly frowned.

Gu Zhuo thought for a moment and explained, "It's all natural. There's no point in forcing it."

There was another reason he never mentioned.

In the past, he could hear the sounds of these cats. At this moment, the sound of Buddhist chanting from the Buddhist temple surrounded by monks not far away fell into their ears.

Immediately afterwards, the vital energy of heaven and earth within a radius of more than ten miles centered on Tianlian Temple began to fluctuate significantly and gathered at the Buddhist temple.

Pei Jinge's expression did not change at all.

The same is true for Gu Zhuo.

This is the noise that monks are using Zen methods to cleanse the marrow and strengthen the bodies of secular dignitaries, delay the onset of aging and prolong their lifespans, which has long been commonplace.

For the Southern Qi royal family who did not dare to go too far on the path of spiritual practice for fear of causing any dissatisfaction from the Qin Dynasty, this was the best way to maintain health and was also the reason for insisting on worshiping Buddha.

About a quarter of an hour later, the Buddhist chanting disappeared into nothingness.

The King of Southern Qi remained on the cushion, his face filled with joy and excitement, because the benefits of this worship of Buddha were visible to the naked eye.

He looked at the handsome monk with a burning gaze, but he praised him in a reserved and restrained manner.

After exchanging a few words like this, the monk Wuque, because his Zen mind was exhausted, went to a quiet Zen room to rest accompanied by a monk from Tianlian Temple.

Before pushing open the door, the young monk sent his two fellow monks away first and then entered the meditation room.

Without even looking at it, he found a chair and sat down. He first put his legs on his knees and picked his toes, then put them to his nose and sniffed them. Then he let out a long sigh, looking extremely comfortable.

Just as he was about to take a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat, he suddenly heard a confused voice.

"Isn't it smelly?"

"Stinky ass."

Without thinking, the Immaculate Monk said, "They are all my own stuff, what is there to dislike?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong. He discovered that there was someone hiding in this Zen room. His eyes suddenly widened and he jumped up from the chair.

When he was halfway through playing, that familiar face Tang Tu appeared in the eyes of the Immaculate Monk, which suddenly made him so stunned that he forgot that he was about to jump up and break through the roof.

boom!
The young monk collided head-on with the thick beam on the roof, and the whole meditation room shook violently, with countless dust falling like drizzle - to the two monks from Tianlian Temple who had not walked far away, this scene was like the meditation room jumping three feet off the ground, which was so absurd that it was unbelievable.

There was no loud bang. Pei Jinge turned his head away, unwilling to look closely, and waved his sleeves to block the noise.

The Immaculate Monk fell to the ground along with the chair, looking extremely embarrassed. Where was the trace of his previous ease and composure?

Without waiting for Gu Zhuo to speak again, he stood up in a hurry, picked up the chair with him, and said in shock: "You, you... why are you here?"

"I live next door to you, and I found out you're here. I can't just ignore you."

Gu Zhuo's voice was no different from before.

The Immaculate Monk felt somewhat relieved after hearing this, but when he thought of the fact that Gu Zhuo was the Demon Lord, he couldn't help but tremble with fear.

So the little monk naturally moved his gaze to the side and fell on Pei Jinge, feeling sincere admiration and emotion in his heart.

She was wearing nothing but a plain white embroidered dress with her beautiful black hair casually tied up behind her, yet she had such a pure and elegant beauty. She truly lived up to the praise of the world and was truly the most beautiful woman in the world.

With this in mind, the Immortal Monk bowed to Pei Jinge and said respectfully, "Greetings, Her Royal Highness the Princess."

The Zen room was quiet.

Pei Jinge turned his head and looked at Gu Zhuo.

Gu Zhuo didn't know what to say.

The Immortal Monk looked at the two of them, his eyes suddenly brightened as if he had suddenly realized something, and he changed his tone and said, "Greetings, Madam Gu."

"I'm not Mrs. Gu."

Pei Jinge said expressionlessly: "Besides, my last name is Pei."

The air suddenly became very quiet, and the atmosphere was subtly and slightly awkward.

The Wuque monk almost lost consciousness and never woke up again.

Just thinking that Gu Zhuo came to visit specially, there was really no reason for him to pretend to be dead, so he supported his body with tenacity and stood with his arms tightly against his body like a prisoner.

Then the little monk never looked at Pei Jinge again, and stared into Gu Zhuo's eyes, as resentful as the widow next door.

"Don't look at me like that."

Gu Zhuo said helplessly: "It's not like I deliberately misled you."

The Immaculate Monk smiled with a fake smile and said, "Excuse me, Senior Demon Lord, what brings you here?"

Gu Zhuo knew that the little monk was angry, so he certainly didn't mind. He said, "I've just said the main reason. I have something else to talk to you about."

Pei Jinge was too lazy to pay attention to the two people and just made tea by himself.

"Ok."

The Immaculate Monk sighed, straightened the chair obediently and sat down.

Gu Zhuo asked directly: "Did Cihang Temple ask you to come here to perform a ritual?"

Hearing this, the Immaculate Monk couldn't help but frown, but after hesitating for a moment he finally admitted it.

Gu Zhuo looked at the young monk and suddenly recalled Chu Jun’s trip to the wilderness that year. At that time, in order to protect his disciple, he promised Wang Ji a favor and asked him to hide his sword and wait for the right time to cut off the last chance of life left by the abbot for him... Before he could repay the favor, his old friend had already died because of him. It was absurd to think about it now.

"Try to stay as far away from Cihang Temple as possible."

"why?"

The Immaculate Monk asked seriously.

He was well aware of his importance to Zen Buddhism and had no peace of mind in accepting such advice.

Pei Jinge took a sip of hot tea and said lightly, "Because Zen Buddhism needs a reincarnation, and you are one of the reincarnations of Buddha. To be more precise, you are a ray of Zen thought of Buddha."

The Zen room fell into silence again.

The Immaculate Monk was stunned.

It is a very simple statement, leaving no room for misunderstanding, and therefore it is difficult to understand.

Gu Zhuo glanced at Pei Jinge.

Pei Jinge said calmly: "The facts will not change because of your euphemism. Instead of panicking when the time comes, it is better to let him prepare mentally in advance."

The Immaculate Monk was at a loss.

"The rest of what I'm going to say to you will revolve around this point. Unless you're an idiot, you can more or less guess what those words are."

Pei Jinge looked at the little monk and said calmly, "He and I have come to the conclusion that the best way for you to solve this problem is to refine this strand of Zen thought left by the Buddha. Otherwise, sooner or later you will no longer be yourself."

The Immortal Monk looked bewildered and said, "But...but with my current state, how can I possibly accomplish this?"

"Of course you can't."

Pei Jinge said: "Before reaching the state of ascension, there is no possibility of facing the Buddha's thoughts, even if this thought has existed for thousands of years, so you only have one solution."

The Immaculate Monk woke up.

The young monk looked at Gu Zhuo with a complicated expression in his eyes, and asked in a trembling voice: "The only way is... to use you to let me betray my master and ancestors?"

A long silence.

"Ah."

Gu Zhuo paused and added, "I can't think of a second solution for now. Or you can hide forever and never see the world again."

(End of this chapter)