Self-struggle starting from Douluo

The Tang Dynasty was a very magical country.

The Haotian Dao plundered the world's faith, but it was frustrated only in the Tang Dynasty. If the Tang Dynasty had not taken a step back in order to ease the relationship between the two sides, the Haotian Dao would never have been introduced into the Tang Dynasty until now.

The so-called step back by the Tang Dynasty did not mean allowing the Haotian Dao to preach in the Tang Dynasty, but to open a new branch of the Haotian Dao, the South Gate. In name, it was a branch of the Haotian Dao, but it only served the Tang Dynasty. Although the disciples would also go to the Xiling Tianyu Academy to practice, in fact, the Xiling Temple had no right to touch anything related to the South Gate of the Haotian Dao.

The same is true for Buddhism.

The Haotian Dao has its South Gate in Chang'an. Its leader is Li Qingshan, the imperial teacher of the Tang Dynasty.

The Buddhist sect had a Wanyan Pagoda in Chang'an. The abbot was named Huang Yang, who was the younger brother of the Tang emperor.

Master Huang Yang had practiced in Lanke Temple, so he naturally knew Qinghuan and welcomed Qinghuan's arrival. He also allowed Qinghuan to read the Buddhist scriptures in Wanyan Pagoda.

So for the next period of time, Qinghuan chanted sutras at Wanyan Pagoda during the day and returned to Laobizhai to spend the night at night.

Although he could just check in and live in Wanyan Tower, Qinghuan likes to see the down-to-earth and human touch in Sangsang.

Watching Sangsang messing around with the pots and pans, watching Sangsang and Ning Que haggling over trivial matters... Qinghuan was no longer so afraid of her.

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On the day of the academy entrance examination, the teacher took the eldest senior brother out for an outing again.

Qing Huan went to see him off and learned in passing that Ning Que was approaching the academy.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, Sangsang found Wanyan Pagoda, and regardless of Qinghuan still chanting, he dragged him all the way to Lao Bi Zhai.

Qinghuan didn't even put down the Buddhist scriptures in her hand.

Fortunately, the chanting of sutras during this period has helped Qinghuan regain some of her "normal mind" and she can face Sangsang with a little more calmness.

In the Old Pen Studio, Qing Huan was shocked when she saw Ning Que, whose face was dark and whose breath was weak. She blurted out, "Do you want me to help chant sutras to help him pass away?"

Sangsang said angrily: "Aren't you a cultivator? Please help the young master."

Qing Huan was not so afraid of Sang Sang anymore, but she was still afraid. Upon hearing this, she quickly sat down beside the bed, looked at Ning Que, and asked curiously, "Your mental power is depleted too much... How did you become like this?"

Ning Que's dark lips curled up and he said, "For reading... the academy is the best place, but also the worst place!"

Qing Huan suddenly realized, and said, "You are reading on the second floor of the old book building in the academy? The books there are all written by great practitioners with their telekinesis. Only those who are at the Profound Realm can read them. Although your telekinesis is stronger than that of ordinary people, you haven't even reached the initial level. If you force yourself to read, you will die!"

Sangsang said worriedly: "What should we do? Aren't you a cultivator? Think of a solution quickly!"

Both Sangsang and Ning Que, consciously or unconsciously, sensed Qinghuan's fear of Sangsang. Although they didn't know the reason, neither the master nor the servant cared much about their reputation, so they naturally took advantage of it without hesitation.

Qing Huan spread his hands and said, "It's just the loss of mental power. As long as I stop reading those books, my mental power will naturally recover."

Ning Que looked at Qing Huan, was silent for a moment, and said: "I need to practice! Do you have any way to help me understand those books?"

Qing Huan glanced at Sang Sang and said, "There is a power in this world that transcends mortals and dominates everything in the dark! This power favors you and will definitely let you embark on the path of cultivation... If you want to practice, you just need to wait quietly."

Ning Que smiled bitterly and said, "I think you are talking bullshit!"

Qing Huan didn't explain. After thinking for a while, he said, "It's not impossible to understand those books."

Ning Que's eyes lit up, he struggled to sit up, and asked, "What do I need to do?"

Qinghuan handed him the Buddhist scripture in her hand.

Ning Que took it and flipped through it, confused and asked, "What does it say?"

"I do not know either."

Without waiting for Ning Que to speak, Qing Huan continued, "I learned to read from Buddhist scriptures. I have been reciting scriptures since I was a child, and later I recited scriptures under the guidance of Master Qishan at Lan Ke Temple. I have recited at least 800 Buddhist scriptures, if not 1,000. But I have never thought about the meaning of the scriptures."

Ning Que couldn't help but complain, "He's really just a little monk chanting sutras, with words but no heart."

Qing Huan smiled and said, "So you understand this principle."

Ning Que was stunned and said blankly: "What do I understand?" Qing Huan shook his head and said: "When thoughts are transformed into words and leap onto paper, they are separated from the original meaning by a layer. When the words reflect light and enter your eyes, the meaning is separated by another layer. You think about the meaning of the words, which is another layer. When the words are connected into paragraphs and you think about them together, there is another layer...

After going through so many barriers, the meaning you understand is completely different from your original thoughts. "

Ning Que exhaled and said, "This is why the Old Book Building is called 'Old Book Building'. The teacher at the academy has already explained this."

"It's useless if you don't comprehend the truth you've heard! I figured it out myself when I was six years old!"

Qing Huan said disdainfully: "Those books on the second floor of the old book building are like this, don't try to understand the words, don't think about the meaning of the sentences, those books use mind power to write ink, which is to express thoughts directly!

You just said that the little monk recites the sutra without thinking about it. Just recite it with your mouth. Don't think about the meaning of the words in your heart, and don't try to understand the meaning of the sutra. It's meaningless. You just need to understand the "meaning" of the sutra by reciting it continuously!"

Ning Que said thoughtfully: "Don't try to understand, don't try to think, just look at the words themselves?"

Qing Huan nodded and said, "In order to make people understand this truth, the Buddhist scriptures are deliberately written to be particularly obscure and difficult to understand. Therefore, the more obscure and difficult the Buddhist scriptures are, the more profound the Buddhist meaning is. If you only focus on studying the text and insist on explaining a passage of scripture in detail, then you have deviated from the original meaning.

The books on the second floor are much simpler than Buddhist scriptures. The writings contain the thoughts of the writers and directly express their "intentions."

Ning Que lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Sangsang pulled Qinghuan's cassock, with undisguised worry in his eyes.

Qing Huan whispered, "He is a master of calligraphy. When copying handwriting, one should copy the author's "intention" together. This question will not be difficult for him."

Sure enough, Ning Que slapped the edge of the bed and said excitedly: "I understand!"

As he said this, he was about to throw off the quilt and get out of bed.

Qing Huan pushed Ning Que back with a casual push.

Ning Que asked unhappily, "What are you doing?"

Qing Huan said seriously, "It's not what I did, it's what you did? You seem anxious?"

Ning Que was stunned.

Qing Huan continued: "You have killed someone recently, right?"

Ning Que lowered his eyelids and said, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

Qing Huan shook his head and said, "I have telepathy and can see the remaining murderous intent in your heart."

Ning Que was startled, and subconsciously shrank back, blurting out: "Mind reading?"

"It's not that mysterious!"

Qing Huan shook his head and said, "His telepathy doesn't allow him to read minds, but he can empathize with all living things, so I can not only see the remaining murderous intent in your heart, but also your despair!

Is it because the person you killed this time was very powerful? You planned to continue killing, but the lack of strength made you feel desperate, so you are so eager to practice?"

Ning Que was silent for a moment, then asked sarcastically, "What? Are you planning to use the same revenge trick against me?"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "If you kill someone, the deceased's relatives and friends will come to kill you, and your relatives and friends will also come to kill them. Hatred is endless. The only way is to cut the roots from the beginning!

So, when will the cycle of revenge end? Just cut the grass and root it out!"

Ning Que's eyes suddenly widened, as if he couldn't believe that these words came from the monk's mouth.

But considering the monk's usual style, it seems natural.

Qing Huan patted his shoulder and said, "Murder has nothing to do with me, Master Buddha. I just want to tell you that your mentality is wrong now and you are too impatient.

Your handwriting is good, so tell me, can an impatient heart write good handwriting?
By the same token, can an impatient heart understand the "meaning" in a book? Moreover, your mind power is greatly damaged and your life is almost lost! "

Ning Que let out a long breath, smiled, and said, "Thank you!"

Qing Huan stood up, took her Buddhist scriptures from him, and said with a smile: "Take a good rest for two days before talking." (End of this chapter)