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Chapter 155 I Don’t Think You’re Human

Ji Yang took Aunt Xue into the town. The town was big, but it looked a bit run-down at the moment. It seemed that it was very prosperous before, but now it has become much more deserted. There were quite a few people in the town, some of whom were setting up stalls, sighing and looking blank.

There were gangsters carrying swords, all of them arrogant and domineering, tall and strong, coming and going.

Ji Yang and Aunt Xue walked into the crowd, but suddenly saw a big monk in white clothes in front of them, who was treating people with a compassionate face.

The people around had pale faces and looked at the monk with gratitude.

Ji Yang found it interesting, so he took Aunt Xue to the restaurant, sat down by the window, ordered some food and drinks, and waited. He leaned on the window sill and looked down.

The monk had a compassionate face and a gentle tone. He accepted everyone who came to him. He diagnosed illnesses, wrote prescriptions, and let the people get the medicine themselves.

It was the first time that Ji Yang saw someone doing good deeds in ancient times, so he watched very seriously.

Aunt Xue exclaimed, "Sir, this monk is really kind. I can see that there is no impatience in his face, which shows that he cares about the people. He never charges money for his medical treatment."

Ji Yang nodded and suddenly asked, "Wang, I suddenly remembered that there don't seem to be many people studying medicine in this world. How do ordinary people usually see a doctor?"

Aunt Xue was stunned when she heard this, and smiled bitterly, "Young Master may not know that, let alone ordinary people, even wealthy families are in a dilemma of life and death when they get sick. It's not that wealthy families look down on them, but there are too few doctors, and even fewer doctors with good medical skills."

"This medicine is also difficult to learn. Not only does it require literacy, but it also won't achieve anything in a short time. Since you need to learn literacy and have the time, it would be more cost-effective to study for the imperial examination and seek wealth and status."

"It is said that all things are inferior, only reading is superior. Who among the smart people in the world who has the conditions would be willing to be a doctor? The best they can do is to enter the Imperial Hospital. Moreover, treating nobles is a precarious job."

Ji Yang nodded slowly after hearing this, and then asked, "Don't wealthy families worry about getting sick? Why don't they train some doctors?"

Aunt Xue nodded and smiled, "Young Master, you are right. I do know a little bit about this. It is said that most people who inherit poetry and literature from their families will study medicine on their own and have countless medical books in their collections."

"Some people who are very knowledgeable are great doctors themselves. If there is a sick person at home, many people can tell at a glance and then invite outside doctors to treat him."

"It's just that doctors have a low status and they disdain to practice medicine. The reason why they study medicine so hard is that they don't want to be cheated by those doctors."

Ji Yang listened to Aunt Xue talking about these things with great interest. According to Aunt Xue, most of those scholars knew one or two medical skills.

Even if you can't diagnose and save lives, you still understand some medical techniques and the patient's symptoms.

If the illness is not serious, a scholar can tell what the illness is by observing the patient's words and expressions, and then ask a doctor for diagnosis and prescription.

However, doctors had a low status and scholars disdained to do this.

They can, they understand, but they just don't bother to do it.

Aunt Xue muttered quietly: "Speaking of all the doctors in the world, Taoist priests and monks are the best."

Ji Yang nodded in agreement. Before the emergence of academies, temples and Taoist temples were places for teaching and learning. This is one of the reasons why temples and Taoist temples have prospered for thousands of years.

Because they themselves represent the intellectual class, no different from the aristocratic families. That is, with the development of the world and the advancement of printing, the monopoly of knowledge was broken, and Taoist temples gradually became less and less prominent.

Many famous people in history became successful by studying and learning calligraphy in Taoist temples.

Ji Yang thought about this and couldn't help but chuckle: "It's strange. We know that medical skills can save lives, but things that save lives are looked down upon. Don't people in this world care about life and death?"

"Donor, what you said makes sense." Ji Yang turned his head and saw a big monk in the crowd with his hands clasped together. He was dressed in pure white. He stood there and said in a gentle voice, "Life and death, disaster and happiness are all determined by heaven. People are born with a smelly skin, so why should they be afraid of life and death? It's just a matter of returning to heaven and earth."

"Yes, yes, it's fate."

"Bad luck, I hope I can have a good life in my next life."

"Do more good deeds and accumulate more merits."

"I must have been a terrible person in my past life."

The crowd groaned and couldn't help but join in the chorus.

Ji Yang looked down with a smile: "Haven't you heard that man can conquer nature?"

The monk smiled and was about to speak.

Ji Yang suddenly put down his chopsticks, grabbed the sword, and stood up with the sword: "You monk, I can tell at a glance that you are not a human being."

After saying that, Ji Yang jumped down and landed in front of the monk as he stared in amazement.

Immediately, Ji Yang drew his sword and killed: "You are spreading rumors to confuse the people, you should be killed."

The crowds around him retreated, revealing a handsome monk in white. They looked terrified, not knowing where this scholar came from. He came up to kill people, so cruel.

The monk's eyes were dull, and as he watched the sword chop off his head, he put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name loudly: "Amitabha, the donor has too strong a killing intention, be careful that he will not have a good end."

There were golden lights all over his body, and even the bald head was shining with golden light, just like a golden arhat. He put his hands together without any fear, and his face was smiling, with compassion. However, there was a clang sound above his head, and the sword was blocked by the golden light above his head.

When the people around saw this, they immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Someone said: "You are such an ignorant scholar. The master cures illnesses and saves lives, which is a great merit. Why do you want to hit him?" "That's right, the master often comes to our place to treat illnesses and save lives, and he doesn't charge any money. I don't know how many lives he has saved."

"The Master is a great monk with immeasurable merits."

"I think this scholar is not a human being. He has become stupid from reading too much."

Ji Yang turned a deaf ear to him, raised his sword again, and said confidently: "You country folks have mortal eyes and cannot see the true form of this evildoer."

"But a scholar who has read a lot of poetry and books, and whose righteousness fills the world, will naturally be able to distinguish right from wrong."

"When I chop off his head, this evildoer will reveal his true form, and then you will know the truth."

The people were skeptical when they heard this, so they rubbed their eyes and looked at the monk. But they saw that the monk was dressed in white, with golden light shining on his body, and he looked so majestic that he looked like the Buddha in the world.

Is this a monster?

The common people were about to retort, but then they remembered that they were mortals, how could they identify evildoers? Besides, the scholar didn't look crazy, so how could he be talking nonsense?
For a moment, I hesitated.

The white-robed monk's mouth twitched slightly, but his expression remained kind: "Scholars are unreasonable, monks are human beings."

Ji Yang: "You are talking nonsense. How can you prove that you are a human being?"

The corners of the monk's mouth twitched again: "Monks...monks are human beings."

Ji Yang: "Impossible, I have read thousands of books, my eyes are full of wisdom, I can see through illusions. If I say you are not a human, then you are not a human."

Monk: "Scholar..."

Ji Yang: "I will know if it is a human or not after I kill him. If I kill the wrong person, I will definitely apologize to you."

The monk's eyebrows twitched wildly and he was about to speak.

But Ji Yang raised his sword again, and a green light shone from it. The monk kept silent, put his hands together and silently chanted a Buddhist name, and a golden light suddenly rose from his head, which was more dazzling than before.

clang! ! !
When the sword fell on the golden light, there was a recoil force, and the sword was covered with cracks, and it was actually shattered.

Ji Yang's eyebrows twitched, and he raised his hand to kill, but he heard a snap and the sword broke into millions of pieces, falling from the sky with a crash.

The monk said in a gentle tone: "You have too strong a desire to kill, so why don't you follow me back to the mountain to practice meditation, polish your mind, and eliminate all your sins."

Ji Yang looked at the sword in his hand, with only the hilt left, then looked at the monk, and couldn't help but say, "You are such a powerful monster, you even managed to deceive me with your clever words."

The monk's face turned cold: "I think the scholar has become stupid from reading too much."

"Monks practice medicine to help the world, save countless lives, and have immeasurable merits. How can they not be human beings?"

"Monks help their neighbors, provide free medical care, and are respected by everyone. How can they not be worthy of respect?"

"Scholar, you are a scholar, you should know the principle of not talking about strange things."

"As a disciple of the saint and a student of Confucianism, you should open your mouth to speak evil and close your mouth to speak evil."

"Scholar, you keep saying that monks are not human beings. This is really very rude."

The faces of the people around changed, and they looked at Ji Yang with suspicion, feeling that Ji Yang was talking nonsense and making trouble.

Heshan chanted the Buddha's name with a compassionate tone: "Good, good, the scholar has become stupid from studying, but the monk cannot just ignore it. The Buddha is compassionate and saves all living beings. Please go to the mountain with the monk to meditate and eliminate the demons in your heart. When you can distinguish right from wrong in the future, you will naturally be able to win the first place in the imperial examination, serve the country, and save the people."

Ji Yang laughed loudly upon hearing this: "Ridiculous, the common people have their own way of striving for self-improvement, why do they need others to save them? The monk's sweet words and flattering manner are indeed the heart of a demon, and he has deceived me."

The monk's face turned pale: "You are really stubborn. You don't listen to good advice, but go against the will of heaven. You don't know how to reflect."

The monk looked solemn and dignified, with a golden glow on his face. He looked like a great and virtuous monk, and the people around him were so respectful that they dared not look up at him. They only felt that the monk was shining with golden light and his majesty was inviolable.

The monk was surprised.

Ji Yang on the opposite side was not nervous at all. Instead, he was looking at him with great interest. His expression seemed to be saying that this golden light was quite good and needed to be studied carefully.

The monk felt insulted, his face became even uglier, and his voice was like thunder: "Amitabha."

He raised his foot and walked forward, while at the same time he spread out his right hand, a golden light bloomed from the palm, and he slowly but quickly pressed it towards Ji Yang's chest: "I have saved all living beings, I have compassion in my heart, and my merits are immeasurable. You, a scholar, are talking nonsense and you don't know what you are talking about. In my opinion, you are the demon."

Ji Yang looked shocked: "How did you know?"

The monk's expression froze when he heard this, and the people around him were also slightly stunned, feeling that this scholar was really a fool.

Even if it is a demon, you cannot admit it.

The next moment, Ji Yang's body exploded with a bang, and the sky was covered with blood. The monk said, "Since you have seen through it, I will not hide it anymore."

(End of this chapter)