This fox fairy is too inhuman

Both sides?

Ren Yidao also stopped after hearing this, thought about the meaning of Ming Xin's words, frowned and asked: "Everything has two sides?"

"That's right, as the Taoist priest said." Mingxin nodded, "I think that in this world, everything has two sides."

"Those bandits, in the eyes of ordinary people, are people who do all kinds of evil. They burn, kill and loot, making those innocent caravans miserable. They have to pay the price of money and even their lives for this."

"In the eyes of many people, they are evil, but not necessarily in the eyes of the young monk."

"Except for a small part of them, many of the bandits were not bandits from birth. They were once ordinary people and law-abiding urban residents. However, after various changes, they were driven out Out of town and onto the road.”

"Because I can't live anymore, I have to find a way to live, a way...by hurting others."

"Therefore, although it is evil for them to hurt others, it is only a small evil."

Ren Yidao raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that this young novice monk would actually debate the scriptures for the sand bandits, looking for excuses for them.

But Mingxin hasn't finished speaking yet, and what he wants to say is far from over.

"And similarly, are those merchants in the caravan really innocent?"

"Are they good people who have never done anything evil in their lives? This is also not necessarily the case in the eyes of the young monk."

"What a businessman does is to buy grain from farmers at a low price, leaving farmers in one place with no food to eat, and sell it elsewhere at a high price to other farmers who have no food to eat, and earn a lot of wealth."

"And after getting this wealth, what did the merchants do? Instead of helping others, they expanded their caravans and allowed their scale to continue to grow, leaving more farmers with no food to eat. Earn bigger profits, and the cycle goes back and forth.”

"Even when there are more and more merchants, they will join forces to control prices and the time to sell grain, so that more mortals will suffer from famine."

"And that's not all the evil they did. When farmers have no money to exchange for food, what will they do? They will let the farmers sell their sons and daughters to them as slaves in exchange for food rations."

"Why? It was obviously the food they grew themselves, but why did it end up being a fatal thing that they could only exchange for their own children?"

"I would like to ask Taoist priest, are these businessmen... good?"

Regarding this question, Mingxin did not give Ren Yidao a chance to answer and directly made his own conclusion.

"No, they...are evil."

"And it's a great evil."

Even when talking about these things, Mingxin's expression remained calm without much ups and downs.

"The bandit is a small evil, the merchant is a big evil, and the small evil can eliminate the big evil. This is good."

After listening to Ming Xin's good and evil explanation, even Ren Yidao, who was known for his deviance, couldn't help but blink at this time.

"Mingxin, I don't think what you said is wrong, but you may be a little biased against businessmen..."

It's not that he thinks what Ming Xin said is completely wrong, it just seems to be a bit exaggerated about the harm done to businessmen.

It feels a bit like journalism...

But Ming Xin's next explanation left Ren Yidao completely speechless.

"Taoist Priest, the young monk is the son of a businessman."

Ming Xin shook her head and said calmly: "What I said just now is not my imagination, but what I saw with my own eyes when I was young."

"My father and brother were both wealthy businessmen. They enslaved no less than a hundred women, had thousands of servants as guards, and owned several oases... They were all accidentally killed by bandits in the end, and the family eventually fell apart. It was at that time that I was rescued by my master. I just converted to Buddhism."

Fine.

Your father is a businessman, you are right.

If you have experienced it firsthand, then I have nothing to say.

Who knew that this was not exaggerated journalism, but tragic documentary literature, or even a memoir of the person involved.

"So, the monk let the bandits go because they are vicious dogs in this vast desert. They can keep the businessmen nervous at all times and not push those people too hard to prevent them from becoming new bandits. "

According to Ming Xin's explanation, it seemed reasonable for him to help the bandits.

But Ren Yidao still felt that something was not right.

He thought for a moment and raised his brows, "...Wait, no, if I follow what you said, then you shouldn't let the merchant go. But I remember that you helped a caravan the day before yesterday."

Mingxin did not answer immediately, but raised her eyebrows and asked curiously: "Was the Taoist Master here the day before yesterday?"

"...I just happened to be passing by. Also, don't answer questions with questions."

"Haha, regardless of whether the Taoist priest is really just passing by, the monk's explanation for this question is still the same." Mingxin said seriously: "The monk is the son of a businessman, so it is reasonable to help the caravan."

"…Tease me?"

"Of course it's a joke, I hope the Taoist priest doesn't mind." Mingxin made a rare joke, shook her head and smiled: "Businessmen are certainly evil and have done many wrongs to farmers, but their existence is not useless."

"Their presence helps pass messages between different oases, and also brings different technologies, making the connections between places closer."

"They also have a need to exist. As long as the number is controlled, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."

"The same goes for sand bandits. There can't be too many or too few. There should be a corresponding balance between the two parties."

What kind of conflict in nature!

Ren Yidao finally understood what Ming Xin wanted to express.

These two parties are indispensable, and a dynamic balance must be maintained.

If there are more merchants, there will be more bandits. If there are fewer merchants, there will be fewer bandits.

"However, according to what you said, it doesn't look like Buddhism, but it looks a bit like..."

"Taomen?" Mingxin asked with a smile.

"That's right, it feels like a Taoist sect, with some hints of Yin-Yang theory."

According to Taoism, everything in the universe is composed of two basic opposite and complementary forces of yin and yang. These two forces both oppose and transform each other, thereby maintaining the balance and harmony of the universe.

The "Tao" in Taoist philosophy also embodies this principle of the unity of opposites, emphasizing compliance with the changes in nature and the balance between opposites.

"So, it's both sides."

Mingxin nodded and shook her head, and said meaningfully: "Who can be sure that the other side of Buddhism cannot be Taoism?" Huh?
Ren Yidao:? ? ?

Huhu didn't understand, but Huhu was shocked.

At this moment, Ren Yidao really couldn't understand what Ming Xin wanted to express?

After going through so many twists and turns, what kind of businessman and what kind of bandits are all just a cover. His real intention is to tell me this?
"What do you want to say?" Ren Yidao's expression became serious, and he stared at Ming Xin and said, "No, what do you want to do?"

What exactly do you want to do if you can say such a remark that is outrageous to Xi Mo?
Mingxin did not answer Ren Yidao's question directly, but smiled and took the lead, but not in the direction of her residence, but to the other side.

"Do you still remember the name of the temple my master established?"

"Kurei Temple?"

"Yes, Kurong Temple." Mingxin bent down and picked up a handful of sand, and said softly: "Kurong, one wither and one with glory, everything has its wither and glory."

"Today's Buddhism in the West Desert has completely withered. Some people have absorbed all the water, but instead of watering it, they have used it on themselves."

The sand in his hand gradually slipped from his fingers, and in the end, only a shriveled, moisture-free grass seed remained.

Mingxin carefully picked up the grass seed and stared at it, fearing that it would fly away.

"After withering, comes prosperity. The Western Desert needs new prosperity."

He turned his head to look at Ren Yidao who was thoughtful, handed the grass seeds to him, and said softly: "If Buddhism can't do it, then let Taoism do it."

"The Western Desert needs water, but it doesn't care where the water comes from."

Ren Yidao raised his eyelids and did not continue, but stared at Ming Xin carefully.

He was very young, just a little novice monk.

But what he wanted to do would chill the hearts of the Buddhas sitting high on the altar.

He wants to change the sky in this Western Desert!

"You are a monk."

After a long time, Ren Yidao finally spoke. He took the grass seeds in Mingxin's hand and fiddled with his fingertips a few times.

"That's true, but the young monk is also the son of a businessman and a citizen of the Western Desert." Mingxin replied.

"Really, haha, it's really a convenient reason."

Ren Yidao smiled and poured spiritual energy into the grass seed in his hand. The grass seed instantly came to life, and new leaves grew from a shriveled grass seed.

"You are right. If we change from Buddhism to Taoism, and I dare not say anything else, at least the mortals in the Western Desert will no longer be in dire straits like they are now."

"Taoist people don't care whether you believe in them or not. Don't delay their cultivation. That's the business."

After seeing this, Ming Xin let out a long sigh of relief, her tense face relaxed, and a reassuring smile appeared on her lips.

The Taoist priest agreed.

But the next second, before Ming Xin's expression could completely relax, the grass seed had been thrown back into Ren Yidao's hand.

"Taoist Master!? This, this... didn't you agree?"

"Haha, what are you talking about?" Ren Yidao chuckled, winked at Mingxin and said, "I just took the grass seeds you handed over. When did I promise you?"

"Didn't I say that? For Taoist people, don't worry about their cultivation. That's the business."

Ren Yidao smiled and admired Ming Xin's completely lost expression, and chuckled: "Ren is not the son of a businessman, but a Taoist monk. He values ​​his own cultivation the most."

"It's better for you to do such troublesome things yourself."

joke!

This kind of thing sounds very troublesome. I don’t want to do it, Huhu!

He stared at Ming Xin, who had a stunned expression, and said slowly: "You should solve the mistakes you made yourself. Don't think about letting others wipe your butt for you."

"Others can help you for a while, but they cannot help you forever. If you really want to save the Western Desert, you have to rely on yourself."

"Don't you know this better than me?"

Ren Yidao stared at Ming Xin and shook his head, "You are not willing to let me help Minghui suppress the destiny, so why are you asking me to help you change the sky in Ximo?"

This is not Mingxin's character.

At least, not the Mingxin character he had when they first met.

That little monk who didn't want to ask for help was the Mingxin he knew and the Mingxin he was willing to help.

Ren Yidao stared into Ming Xin's eyes, his voice was frightening, and he said calmly: "Ming Xin, you are going the wrong way."

!!!

Ming Xin's heart was shaken, cold sweat suddenly appeared on her forehead, and her whole back felt cold. She staggered back two steps and almost fell down.

He trembled all over, shook his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, and said, "You are right... the young monk was impatient and went astray."

Ming Xin calmed down, took a long breath, and finally recovered: "Thank you, Taoist Master, for your guidance and helping the young monk get back on track."

"It's not my fault that you were able to find your way back. It's because you haven't fallen too deep into it yet. I just gave you a hand." Ren Yidao shook his head casually.

As the saying goes, good words cannot persuade a ghost who wants to die.

Ming Xin is able to find his way back simply because he has not yet completely gotten into trouble and has not completely lost his mind.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Ren Yidao asked, "So, when did you start having such an idea?"

The change should happen in these few days.

What happened that made Mingxin want to ask for help from herself?

"The young monk read some messages left by the master." Mingxin took a deep breath, with some palpitations still lingering in her eyes.

"He said……"

"If you want to save the Western Desert, you have to change your path." (End of chapter)