Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 67 Hua Family Xiaoba
Jiangnan.

A polite, handsome, gentle and elegant young man walked up the winding bluestone steps and came to an elegant and secluded small building.

I saw the door with mottled vermilion paint half-open, and a few peach blossoms slanted out from the top of the wall, with tiny raindrops condensed on the petals, as if they were tears on the cheeks of a beauty.

The handsome young man walked in with familiarity, and the fragrance of the whole garden immediately hit his face. The twisted branches of the peach tree slanted horizontally, filtering the skylight into pieces of pink clouds, and the flower petals that fell on the green brick ground piled up half a finger thick, and stepping on them felt like walking on clouds.

When the servants in the building saw the handsome young man, they hurriedly called him "Seventh Young Master". He waved his hand and walked gracefully and calmly towards the hexagonal pavilion by the pool in the courtyard.

Inside the hexagonal pavilion, a young man in red clothes with a lazy look on his face was lying leisurely on a bench.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a fair face as if carved from white jade. He was extremely handsome, with an unparalleled appearance and outstanding manners. Although he was a man, his charm surpassed that of countless women in the world.

It is a pity that the handsome young man in red not only has his eyes covered with a black ribbon, but also has a head of white hair that is long enough to fall to the ground, which makes people feel sad that his white jade has a slight flaw.

"Xiao Ba, every time I come to where you live, I feel like I should move out as soon as possible, just like you. Now I have made up my mind and plan to build a small building near you."

The handsome young man faced the peach blossoms in the yard. He looked at the most luxuriant peach tree with his unfocused eyes, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

"I don't know why, but I feel that the wonderful vitality of the flower buds slowly opening in the spring breeze here is much stronger than what I feel elsewhere."

The young man in red spoke lazily:
"Hua Qitong, with your keen sense of nature, it shouldn't be a problem for you to develop the divine eyes and ears mentioned in Buddhism. Why can't you do it?"

"Perhaps I became blind later in life, and you were born blind." Hua Manlou turned around and said with a faint smile:
"In your words, when God closes a door for you, he will surely open a window, so that misfortune and fortune are interdependent, making your hearing, Xiao Ba, different from everyone else in the world, close to what Buddhists call clairaudience."

He added at the end:
"Also, you should call me Seventh Brother. Don't forget that you are several years younger than me."

"Oh, really?" Zhuang Bu Ran said nonchalantly:

"The Hua family's seventh child, now 23 years old, is finally willing to move out of the house. You must really enjoy being given in by others and being helped all the time."

"This shows that he is still a child who has not yet grown up. Isn't calling him the Seventh Child just right?"

Hua Manlou smiled and shook his head:

"You knew I didn't want them to worry, so you couldn't bring yourself to move out."

"After all, they already have a son who constantly worries them. Having another one would be a bit cruel."

The young man in red said slowly:

"Given your compassionate and kind heart, I feel that if you cannot attain Buddhahood after your death, it must be because those immortals and Buddhas are too blind."

"Hahaha, thank you for your good words."

Hua Manlou laughed heartily, completely relaxed, and said with a smile:

"If I ever become a Buddha, I will definitely not forget to take you with me. There's a saying that makes perfect sense: chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

The young man in red was silent for a long time and said:

"Hua Qitong, you've become a bad person."

"You taught me." Hua Manlou replied gently.

Zhuang Bu Ran sneered:
"You've even learned to wrongly accuse people. Ever since you met that guy with four eyebrows, I've become more aware of the saying, 'A red flower grows redder when it's near a red flower, and a black flower grows blacker when it's near a black flower.'"

"I just came to your place and talked about him occasionally, but you are sure that he is Mo, not Zhu." Hua Manlou laughed.

The young man in red asked in surprise:
"A person who is naturally romantic and nosy, what else could he be but Mo?"

"You, just like before, are the type who don't care about anything in the world, and are too lazy to bother paying attention to it." Hua Manlou sighed:
"Xiao Ba, you are the one who truly possesses the Buddha nature. No wonder you have the Buddhist clairaudience without any self-realization."

"You once said of my nature that I see the green mountains as charming, and I think the green mountains see me as charming. In my opinion, you have been enlightened to the point of understanding the way of heaven."

"I know that everyone has their own fate, and I never want to get involved too much. Therefore, I understand the ways of the world without being worldly, and I have family ties without relying on them." When he said this, a trace of melancholy appeared on his face:

"In your eyes, all beings are equal. You see no difference between officials and civilians, rich and poor, crying and laughing, the body and the mind. You allow everything to happen, and allow everything to be as it is."

"As expected, a blind person is hundreds or even thousands of times more perceptive than a normal person with sharp eyes and ears." The red-clothed young man showed his usual lazy smile.

"Respecting the fate of others, letting go of the need to help others, and avoiding self-satisfaction have always been my favorite way of doing things."

Hua Manlou said with a smile:

"So, you and Lu Xiaofeng are two extremes. You naturally think he is Mo."

"It seems you think he is Zhu." The young man in red said indifferently:
"Hua Qitong, since you already know my personality, please don't bother me with those trivial matters when you live near me from now on."

"Hahaha, I think my martial arts skills are pretty good, so I shouldn't bother you with trivial matters. Besides, considering your age, you have only practiced martial arts for a few years. Even if I tell you something trivial, I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything about it." A faint smile appeared on Hua Manlou's face.

"Exactly. I was born with an eye disease and have been weak and sickly ever since I was a child. I gradually recovered when I was seven or eight years old. I never expected that just after I recovered, I would be struck by another strange disease. I aged prematurely and had a head of white hair at the age of twelve or thirteen."

Zhuang Bu Ran said slowly:

"Now I live alone in a small building, just waiting to eat and die, and I am powerless to do anything about the things in the world."

Hua Manlou, who has always been kind and generous, did not show any sadness on his face after hearing this.

After his younger brother developed a strange disease, the family invited countless famous doctors, but they all said that he was as strong as an ox, very healthy, and was born with iron ribs and supernatural powers.

"If I remember correctly, you have excellent martial arts skills that are both internal and external."

"It's not as good as the 'Flowing Clouds and Flying Sleeves' by the Seventh Child of the Hua Family, which is praised by everyone." The young man in red looked as if he was inferior to her.

Hua Manlou didn't know what to say to his younger brother's lazy attitude, so he said:

"My little building isn't finished yet, so I'll be staying at your place for the time being."

"The room you live in has always been here. Why are you asking me?" Zhuang Bu Ran picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and said:
"I'm just a Hua family parasite, how can I stop you from coming in and living here?"

"What a Hua family parasite! Unfortunately, I am one too."

Hua Manlou sat down with a smile, picked up the teapot like an ordinary person, and poured himself a cup of tea.

In the evening, in a bedroom.

Zhuang Bu Ran took off the black ribbon covering his eyes, revealing a pair of terrifying eyes, but there were only whites of the eyes, no pupils.

"It's so hard to have a good family background, but I have a congenital disease. I really want to start functioning normally again."

The young man in red was lying on the bed, his mind immersed in the depths of his eyebrows, when he saw a vague and illusory half-body statue of an arhat.

"Killing is to protect life, cutting off karma is not killing people. You have regained your divine hearing. May you not forget your original aspiration and attain the bodhisattva's true fruit."

Zhuang Bu Ran's pale, colorless eyes gradually showed a faint, bright white light, and he thought to himself:
"He has become a mentally retarded person with spirituality. Zhuang, who is blind, has given him the ability to listen to the sounds of mountains, rivers, grasses, and trees, to sense the subtle changes of all things in the world, and to hear all voices and distinguish between good and evil."

"It seems that it is more good-looking than useful. If I return to the third level of reverse life, I will be able to reconstruct my eyes and restore my sight."

He closed his eyes and whispered softly:

"But this clairaudience has ultimately made things much easier for me. I can sense the heavens and earth, and with it, I can feel the various vibrations of the gases that fill them. With the accumulation of several lifetimes, I can now use my mental power to detect the movements and words of everyone within a three-mile radius."

Zhuang Bu Ran suddenly smiled:
"This world is much more exciting than the previous one. Assassination and poisoning are the true ways to navigate the martial arts world."

(End of this chapter)