Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 63 Then step back and let me teach you how to save all living beings
"Is it true that each generation of the Beggars' Sect is getting worse? This new leader is truly incompetent."

"Not only do you not know the 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms' and the 'Dog Beating Stick Technique', but your boxing and kicking skills are also very mediocre."

"Such a mediocre person who is not worthy of being on the stage is actually qualified to be the leader of the Beggars' Sect. He is nothing but a laughing stock!"

Among the Beggars' Sect elders, a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance had a dark look in his eyes. After a moment's thought, he took a few steps forward and said loudly:

"You are a wanton, evil, and wicked monk. Not only did you kill the leader of the Beggars' Sect, you also stole their unique martial arts."

"What you just used was clearly the 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms'!"

These words suddenly woke up the other elders. The more they thought about it, the more they felt that the young monk's move was similar to "Flying Dragon in the Sky", except that one used hands and the other used feet.

"Evil monk, it seems you are truly capable of all kinds of evil. Not only do you wantonly destroy people's martial arts, kill their fathers and mothers, but you are also a shameless villain who even steals martial arts."

The elegant middle-aged man, Quan Guanqing, shouted to the heroes around him:

"This villain is thousands of times more vicious and cruel than Xiao Feng. There's no need to talk about chivalry with him. Let's stand together and rid the martial arts world of this evil!"

"Amitabha, Shaoshi Mountain is a quiet place for Buddhism, and we must not engage in indiscriminate killing." A gentle and heavy voice echoed outside the temple. The profound internal power contained in it made most people's ears tinnitus.

Everyone looked over and saw a skinny old monk appear on the scene.

"Little monk, do you feel much happier now?"

"Hahaha, old monk, do you think I have deep evil thoughts and that everything I do is just willful?"

The young monk laughed heartily:

"When I have the desire to kill, when I have the thought of killing, isn't that a form of letting go? Yet, these fools only see my reckless killing."

"Little monk, do you understand that saying you've let go is just a form of attachment? You must know that letting go doesn't have to be done deliberately."

The skinny old monk pointed to a tree in the distance:

"Look at this tree, its leaves swaying in the wind. Have you ever seen a leaf deliberately trying to throw itself off? They all fall naturally in due time."

He then pointed to the white cranes soaring high in the sky:
"Look at that flock of white cranes. They seem to be flying without any rules, but they actually have their own rules."

"They neither deliberately pursue anything nor avoid anything. Everything is left to nature. This is the true letting go."

Seeing the young monk who remained silent, the skinny old monk said sincerely:
“Letting go is not about how much you give up, but whether your heart is truly at ease. Just like the flower in your hand, you don’t have to deliberately throw it away. As long as you understand that it will eventually wither, your attachment will naturally disappear. This is the true letting go.”

"The old monk is very good at explaining Zen principles. He makes them so clear and easy to understand." Zhuang Bu Ran laughed and said:
"In my opinion, letting go certainly doesn't mean severing all ties, evading so-called responsibilities, or being passive and pessimistic about the world."

“True letting go is nothing more than a kind of understanding after experiencing and understanding.”

"Just as we still need to wear clothes and eat, and still need to interact with others, but our hearts are no longer bound by these things. This is the true way of cultivation."

The energy around him vibrated slightly, and leaves falling in the wind from afar floated onto his shoulders.

"This leaf does not feel pain because it is about to fall, nor does it worry about where it will float to."

"It understands that this is the law of nature, so it can face it calmly."

The young monk had his usual lazy smile on his face:

"I am just like this leaf. I understand the nature of everything in the world and can let go naturally." He paused and said leisurely:

“True letting go is a kind of transcendence after going through and experiencing.”

"Like a lotus, though born in the mud, it is able to transcend the world and remain untainted by dust. I, a humble monk, have my own heart whether in the world or out of it. I feel that both my body and mind are beyond the world."

"I wonder how the old monk can tell that I haven't let go and still can't break my ego?"

After hearing this, the skinny old monk couldn't help but recall the scene of a certain monk boasting that he had mastered all the Buddhist scriptures. Seeing that the Zen principles he said could not move his heart at all, he could only say:

"Amitabha, young monk, you have deep wisdom and have let go. Why don't you go back with me?"

"Old monks are very selfish. There are many vulgar people in the world who can't let go of anything."

Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes swept across the crowd:
"See them? They all want to kill me. Some are seeking revenge for their beloved sons, some for their loved ones, some for their clansmen, and some for fame and fortune."

"Just like that Beggar Gang elder just now, he wanted to draw the fire to me."

"Thirty years from now, you can become another gang leader. If you gather everyone's strength to kill me, your prestige will increase greatly, and you can even take the position of gang leader and reach the pinnacle of your life."

He turned his gaze to the skinny old monk and said:

"Old monk, the desires of sentient beings are almost endless. What right do you have to save them?"

"This old monk's knowledge of Buddhism is shallow. I can save one or two people, but if there are more, I will be unable to do so." The skinny old monk sighed.

"Then step aside and let me teach you how to save all sentient beings."

The young monk was full of energy, and the sudden indestructible and fearless strength instantly pushed the skinny old monk back ten steps.

"The monk is so disabled, why are you still hesitating? Cutting off his head will be a happy ending for you all."

"Those who have grudges against me can be avenged, and those who have no gratitude or grudge against me can not only vent their anger, but also greatly increase their reputation."

Zhuang Bu Ran smiled inexplicably and said:
"Who is the monk?"

"The evil monk who abolished Tianlong, killed women and children, and did not recognize his relatives, was extremely evil. The two great masters of the martial arts world, the abbot of Shaolin and the leader of the Beggars' Sect, all died at my hands."

"Come, kill the monk!"

The sudden surge of righteousness from his body made the crowd feel as if they were in hell, suffering endless inhuman pain, and they took two or three steps back in horror.

At this time, a vine, like a blue dragon, tied up an old man in a green robe tightly with the force of thunder. The old man was leaning on crutches on the edge of the street, his face and muscles were all stiff, and his eyelids could not close.

"Donor Duan, let me lend you a hand. The leader of the Four Evils is a heinous criminal. His real name is Duan Yanqing. He was originally the crown prince of Dali. However, due to a change in the court, he escaped from the palace and was subsequently besieged by powerful enemies. He was severely injured, with both legs broken, his face disfigured, and a slash to the throat from the enemy."

"I wanted to commit suicide, but I didn't expect to meet the Princess of Zhennan, who was in a bad love relationship. She was from the Baiyi tribe and couldn't stand her husband's fickle nature."

"By chance, she met Duan Yanqing, who was seeking death and dressed as a disabled beggar, and offered herself to him."

The young monk's eyes fixed, and Duan Yanqing, who was tightly entangled by the 'Snake Fang Thorn', was caught in the barbed net transformed by the 'Evil Ghost Thorn' and then turned into a human-shaped hedgehog ball.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he looked at the bewildered Duan Yu:
"Donor Duan, there is now another blood feud between you and me. Will you come and avenge your father and your clansmen?"

(End of this chapter)