Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Beside the bed, the young Qing Huan said firmly with a stern face: "It is impossible for such a perfect person to exist in the world!"

Qinghuan, who was standing on the stone steps, said the same thing, with the same decisive tone as always!
Then stepped onto the second step!

As he stepped forward, Qinghuan suddenly remembered the four words written on the stone outside the wooden gate: "A gentleman is not confused"!
It turns out to be the word "惑" (confusion)!

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The Moon Kingdom is in the west.

And in the west of Yuelun Kingdom, in the westernmost part of Haotian World, deep in the westernmost part of the wilderness, there is a temple, which is a holy place longed for by Buddhists all over the world.

One of the four unknown places, the Hanging Temple!

All the Buddhist disciples long to "go to the West, worship Buddha and seek true scriptures", just as all the Haotian Taoists hope to enter the Zhishou Temple, and all the scholars hope to enter the academy.

Qinghuan also wanted to go to the Hanging Temple, but not to worship Buddha or learn scriptures, but to see what this place was all about!

So he traveled all the way through the Great River Kingdom and came to the Moon Wheel Kingdom.

The scene before him was an experience he had in Yuelun Kingdom.

The Yuelun Kingdom worships Buddhism. There are temples everywhere in the country. The status of monks is extremely high. It can be said that the temples are widely opened and the Buddha's light shines everywhere.

However, disasters struck Yuelun country one after another, refugees were everywhere, and the people were living in misery.

At this moment, Qinghuan was standing on the altar in a temple, waving her small body, and saying something loudly.

However, a group of refugees knelt on the ground numbly, only knowing how to kneel devoutly in front of the Buddha statue and offer tributes.

Everyone looked pale and thin, and it was unknown how long they had not eaten. The so-called offerings were made of tree bark, leaves, and even soil directly offered to Guanyin.

If you can offer a wild fruit that you are lucky enough to pick, people around you will shout in unison: "Amitabha!"
Qing Huan was very angry. He kicked everything on the altar away and roared, "As long as we scrape off a layer of gold foil from the Buddha statue, we can all have food to eat..."

This statement aroused the hatred of everyone.

Qing Huan was still shouting at the top of his voice: "The Buddha is merciful. He will not blame me for cutting my flesh to feed the eagle..."

A monk with a greasy face, a fat head and big ears came from the backyard of the temple. After hearing this, he immediately said: "Blasphemy against Buddha, you should atone for your sin with death!"

The refugees rushed forward and began to beat and kick Qinghuan.

After being beaten and kicked countless times, Qing Huan finally managed to escape from the crowd. Looking at the refugees who were still picking up stones and throwing them at him, Qing Huan wiped the blood off his face and said, "Master is right. A belly full of truths will only clog the heart. It's useless!"

Qing Huan, standing on the stone steps, smiled calmly and said to herself, "Only when you empty the truth in your heart, will the truth fall upon you!"

As he said this, he raised his foot and went up another step.

The scene this time took place again in Yuelun Kingdom.

Qinghuan, who was still very young, did not try to reason with the refugees this time. Instead, he mixed in with them and became a refugee himself.

When they came across a temple, other refugees bowed devoutly, but Qing Huan shouted to the Buddha statue: "Buddha, I am hungry. I will eat some of your offerings. If you disagree, just shake your head."

Then, in front of the refugees' astonished eyes, he jumped directly onto the altar, picked up a few offerings and started eating.

There were sounds of people swallowing saliva and "gurgling" sounds of hunger coming from the crowd.

After eating and drinking, they followed the refugees and continued to move forward. After doing this several times, some refugees finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to learn from Qing Huan and eat the tribute...

When more and more refugees came like this, the tributes were not enough to eat, so Qing Huan said to the Buddha statue again: "Buddha, there is a lot of food in your yard, please give some to us."

Then they began to rob the temple's stored food. Facing the monks' obstruction, Qing Huan directly incited the refugees and shouted, "The Buddha has agreed, how dare you go against him? If you blaspheme the Buddha like this, even if you kill him, he will not blame you!"

So the refugees rushed forward, drove away the monks, and stole the temple’s food, and everyone was well fed.

Qing Huan smiled on the stone steps and said to herself, "Buddha is really useful!"

Then continue climbing up the steps.

More and more refugees began to follow Qinghuan. Temples along the way were smashed and their food was looted.

So Qing Huan began to command the refugees, distributing the temple's land to the refugees, demolishing the temple's buildings to build houses for the refugees, scraping off the gold foil on the Buddha statues, and buying farm tools...

The situation became more and more serious, affecting a wider range of people. In the end, not only refugees but also civilians began to respond, overthrowing temples, distributing land, and stripping away golden Buddhas...

Some people began to respectfully address Qinghuan as "Living Buddha".

Faced with such a wave, the King of Yuelun Kingdom was powerless and could only ask for help from Baita Temple.

Baita Temple began to send people to suppress the riots, but once something breaks out, "suppression" alone is useless.

Until someone came from the Hanging Temple!
The monk from the Hanging Temple wore a tattered straw hat and a tattered kapok robe. His face, revealed outside the shadow of the straw hat, looked ordinary, but it naturally had a sense of determination.

He did not speak either, but walked towards me step by step with the Buddha's light shining all over his body and compassionate and gentle eyes.

Those who followed Qinghuan laid down their weapons and knelt devoutly under the Buddha's light.

Most people knelt down, only a few still persisted, but under the Buddha's light, they could not hold out for a moment before they knelt down as well. The monk walked all the way to Qinghuan, looked down at the slightly immature Qinghuan, grinned, and could see that only half of his tongue was left in his mouth, and he was a mute who could not speak.

His name is Qi Nian, he travels around the world in the Hanging Temple, is at the peak of the realm of knowing destiny, and practices silent meditation!

He walked up to Qinghuan, his eyes full of admiration, pointed to his heart, then to his mouth, looked around with his hands, and finally made a lotus seal on his chest.

The Buddha's light on his body grew stronger. At this moment, Qi Nian was like a real Buddha. He made everyone press their heads into the ground, howling and repenting, and putting all the blame on Qinghuan.

Some even shouted "evil monk"...

Qing Huan looked up at Qi Nian and said, "Brother, do you want to say that the hearts of people in the world are evil, they are ignorant and commit sins, they say good things but have evil hearts, they are greedy, angry, jealous, servile, and arrogant, they invade people and harm things, and they open up the knowledge of all living beings?"

Qi Nian's eyes were filled with even more admiration. He nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand, and motioned Qing Huan to leave with him.

Qing Huan, however, put his hands together and said, "Seeing all people and non-people, evil and good, evil laws and good laws, all should not be abandoned, and should not be stained, just like the void, it is called great, this is Maha practice."

Qi Nian meant that Qing Huan was confused by the word "good", and was "good" for the sake of being "good", but he did not know that for ignorant people in the world, as long as it is beneficial to themselves, they can do anything under the name of "good deeds". They say "good" with their mouths, but they are "evil" in their hearts!
Just like now, Qinghuan brought them fertile land, shelter, and food, and was called "Living Buddha" by them.

But after Qi Nian appeared, he directly abandoned Qing Huan, knelt down to repent, shirked the blame, and called him a "demon monk."

This is the "greed, anger, jealousy and envy" of the world!
"To open the knowledge and understanding of all living beings", Qinghuan was able to explain the meaning of the seven thoughts gestures, so he must have understood this principle, so he wanted to take Qinghuan away to practice in the Hanging Temple.

Qing Huan told him that what he did had nothing to do with "good" or "evil", it was purely what he wanted to do in his heart and it was a "bumpy journey" to follow his heart!
Moka means immeasurable, big and boundless!
As long as Qinghuan wants to do something in her heart, it is Mokaxing. There is no end and she will keep doing it.

Qi Nian was stunned.

Qi Nian is at the pinnacle of the realm of knowing destiny. Qing Huan could not defeat him, so he turned around and left, saying: "The nature contains all dharmas, which is great. All dharmas are self-nature! When the self-nature is confused, the Buddha is the sentient beings. When the self-nature is enlightened, the sentient beings are the Buddha."

As Master said, pure joy exists in all living beings. At this moment, I have fully understood the hearts of all living beings.

Everyone was busy confessing and shirking responsibility. No one tried to keep them, as if they had forgotten how they had gone from being hungry refugees to what they are now.

Only Qi Nian wanted to keep him, but gave up temporarily. He needed to deal with the follow-up of this matter and eliminate the impact.

By the time Qi Nian wanted to find Qing Huan, Qing Huan had already fled to the State of Yan to work as an executioner, and was enjoying beheading people.

He saved countless lives in Yuelun Kingdom, but almost became a demon in the end.

Later, countless heads were chopped off in the State of Yan, but Qinghuan took back the foot that had been possessed by the devil.

How ironic!

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning, they should be viewed in this way... Amitabha!"

Qinghuan chanted as she stepped onto the last step.

All the scenes are swept away!

The teacher sat in the middle, with a desk in front of him. A little fat man was respectfully bringing a casserole, with steam rising and a fragrant aroma.

Behind the teacher, a group of people lined up, looking at Qinghuan with smiles on their faces, their eyes filled with affection and curiosity.

The eldest brother Li Manman stood at the first, and the little fat man stood at the end after serving the casserole.

Qing Huan put his hands together and said respectfully: "I am Qing Huan, the humble monk. I greet the Master and all the senior brothers!"

A group of people also said in unison: "Welcome, Junior Brother!"

There were also two people called “Senior Brother”, they were the fat guy and the guy next to him.

The Master smiled and said, "There is another rock there, would you like to climb it, little monk?"

"I won't climb anymore. I'm scared!"

Qing Huan stared at the casserole in front of the Master, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Master, is this something you prepared specially for me? I am embarrassed to say this... I will just have a bite..."

The teacher picked up the chopsticks, said "that's a nice thought", picked up a piece of meat from the casserole and put it into his mouth, looking very enjoyable.

Qing Huan stretched out her hand with a look of pain on her face...

Li Manman came over and took Qinghuan's hand, smiling and said, "Brother, come here, let me introduce you. This is your second senior brother Jun Mo, third senior sister Yu Lian, come and meet your fourth senior brother Fan Yue, fifth senior brother Song Jian, sixth senior brother..."

The Master has twelve disciples. The first ten are Qinghuan’s senior brothers and sisters, and the eleventh, Wang Chi, and the twelfth, Chen Pipi, are his junior brothers.

Qinghuan does not belong to the academy, but he and Fuzi are actually master and disciple, so Qinghuan is not included in the academy's ranking, but is treated as a master and disciple with the academy's disciples.

Qinghuan returned the gifts one by one, but her eyes would occasionally glance at the casserole in front of the teacher.

It seems delicious.

As for everything he experienced on the stone steps, it was put aside the moment he left them.

If you don’t let go, how can you be at ease? (End of this chapter)