vrcanaries Chapter 177: The Sutra Library Opens
Chapter 177: The Sutra Library Opens
Surrounded by the monks, the atmosphere was so solemn that even the air seemed to have frozen.
The middle-aged woman's action was like a bolt from the blue. She bent down, reached out her hand and groped in the shadow under Huiyuan's simple bed for a while, and finally slowly grabbed out a dog's head with empty eyes.
The scene was weird and shocking, giving people a chill.
A young monk, who had just entered Buddhism, was frightened by this sudden change and turned pale. He blurted out "Fuck!" These two words seemed out of place in the solemn temple, and attracted the attention of the surrounding monks with astonishment.
Even the usually calm and steady host couldn't help showing a look of astonishment at this moment, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He never expected that Huiyuan, whom he had high hopes for and regarded as a future pillar of Buddhism, would be involved in such an absurd matter.
His promising future seemed to be instantly stained with ink.
The scene was instantly in an uproar, with people talking all around. Huiyuan looked ashen, unable to argue. He could only helplessly repeat "I..." His voice was so weak that it was almost drowned out by the noise.
Even the clever Huiqing was speechless at this moment, not knowing how to deal with this sudden change.
The middle-aged woman was furious. She grasped the dog's head with both hands and swung it violently. The dog's head drew an arc in the air and hit the host's broad chest heavily.
Then it rolled down with a "patter", and finally stopped at Huiyuan's feet.
This is simply a cruel irony of fate.
"You old bald ass, what else do you have to say?
Didn’t he keep saying that he would call the police to arrest me, sue me for causing trouble, and put me in jail?
Come on! I’m making this clear today, I’m not afraid of you!”
There was endless anger in her words, and her eyes were wide open as if they were about to spit fire.
Faced with this tense situation, the host knew that it was not appropriate for him to intervene directly. He gently patted Huijing's shoulder, his eyes full of helplessness, and said, "I'll leave this matter to you, Huijing.
Use money to calm down this storm and don't let the situation escalate.
I will go ahead.”
After saying this, he quietly left amid the complicated gazes of the crowd, his back looking particularly lonely.
Seeing this, the middle-aged woman was about to chase after him, but was blocked by a thin figure.
He was a young monk who looked no more than ten years old.
The middle-aged woman wanted to curse loudly, but when she saw that it was Huijing, her anger inexplicably dissipated a little. She knew that it was this little monk who guided her to find the "evidence" behind the scenes.
"Amitabha, female donor, your beloved dog has passed away. I, Bailin Temple, would like to hold a ceremony to pray for its soul to be reborn. May it soon ascend to heaven.
Please follow me and we will discuss this in detail."
Huijing's voice was gentle, yet it carried a power that could not be rejected.
The middle-aged woman looked at Huijing's clear eyes, and the anger in her heart gradually subsided. She nodded and followed him to a secluded place on the side of the corridor.
"Young Master, please speak if you have something to say." Her tone was no longer as sharp as before.
"Female donor, on behalf of the abbot of Bailin Temple, I apologize to you and will compensate you.
Actually, although your dog is not a rare breed, I will give you one thousand yuan as compensation and let the matter be settled. What do you think? "
When the middle-aged woman heard Huijing's proposal, a bright smile broke out on her face, and that smile was full of surprise and joy.
She thought to herself that it was just an inconspicuous local dog.
Unexpectedly, Bailin Temple was so generous as to donate one thousand yuan as compensation.
This was far beyond her expectations, and she couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate, and even more grateful to Huijing.
"Okay, okay, let's do as the young master says."
Huijing led the middle-aged woman through the quiet and elegant temple path with towering ancient trees, and arrived at the accounting office.
When a small stack of brand new banknotes was handed to the middle-aged woman, she took it with trembling hands, tears flashing in her eyes.
Before leaving, the middle-aged woman thanked him again and again, her face filled with satisfaction and happiness, and her back gradually disappeared into the night.
As night falls, the summer breeze blows gently, the clouds roll and the moonlight shines brightly, filling the entire Bailin Temple and making this pure land look exceptionally solemn.
In the meditation room of Abbot Liu Haiwang, the light was soft, illuminating the figures of three people sitting on cushions.
"Huijing, Huineng, I called you here tonight because I have something to announce to you." The abbot's voice was steady, echoing in the Zen room like an ancient bell.
Upon hearing this, Huijing and Huineng immediately put their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, with solemn expressions, waiting for the next words.
"This matter concerns Huineng's future. King Liehai once mentioned to me that Huineng is quite gifted in martial arts. He is indeed a rare talent in our temple." The abbot's words revealed his expectations for Huineng, but also contained some deeper meaning.
When Huineng heard this, his eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, and he almost jumped up from the cushion. He interrupted the abbot anxiously, "Abbot, are you trying to say that I can become a martial monk and that you have approved me to enter the Arhat Hall?"
His expression was as innocent as a child's, and he did not hide his inner desire at all.
Seeing this, the abbot smiled gently, his eyes gleaming with kindness, "Haha, Huineng, you are indeed impatient.
Why, Hui Neng, do you really want to enter the Arhat Hall?"
Huineng nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice, "Of course I do!
Monks who work as handymen either wash clothes or farm the fields every day, and do various other odd jobs.
It’s different for monks. They only need to practice martial arts, eat, sleep, and even have someone wash their clothes. This life is so comfortable.”
The abbot laughed after hearing this. He knew that Huineng might have had some bad experience in the past and could not even remember his own secular name.
However, talking to such people made him feel relaxed and happy.
"However, I am not here to see you tonight to approve your admission into the Arhat Hall."
As soon as the abbot said this, the smile on Huineng's face froze instantly, and his disappointment was beyond words.
However, Huijing keenly grasped the other meaning in the abbot's words. He gently nudged Huineng with his elbow, signaling him to remain calm.
Huijing thought to herself that there must be some deep meaning behind the abbot's words, perhaps a bigger surprise was brewing.
Seeing this, the abbot continued to smile and said, "Hui Neng, your mind is pure and you are passionate about martial arts, which is certainly a good thing.
But true practice is not only about the level of martial arts, but also about the inner tempering and growth.
The reason I called you two here today is actually to tell you that I approve the opening of the Sutra Repository to you!
When the abbot said this, Huineng blinked his eyes, his expression remained calm, but this was normal, after all, he was a fool who knew nothing.
But Huijing's facial expressions were much more expressive. He was always calm and composed, but at this moment he could not hide his excitement, revealing the innocence and yearning that a 10-year-old child should have.
Huineng turned around and saw Huijing's appearance, and asked in confusion: "Brother, what's wrong with you?
Mouth opened so wide..."