072 “Female Counterattack (H)” Chapter 71

012 The enlightened monk

In the darkness, Ning Wan lay quietly on Huai’an’s chest, listening to his regular and long breathing, and her noisy heart gradually calmed down.

After a long time, she finally couldn’t help but said: “Huai’an… what should we do in the future?”

“Qingyi, I have everything.” Huai’an combed her black hair with his fingers.

His chest vibrated at a constant speed and his voice was very soft. The resonance caused Ning Wan’s heart to feel numb.Buddhism has clear rules and precepts, and as a dead soldier, if he cannot complete the task, he will only die. If he wants to stay together, it will be even more difficult.She thought of the poem she had read before she traveled through time: The world is safe and sound, and I can live up to the Tathagata and live up to you.The struggle and guilt in Miao’an’s heart must be a hundred times more painful than the worry for her life.

Ning Wan suddenly turned over and sat up, staring at his face that he could not see clearly: “Huai’an, can I accompany you to Tianzhu and Tubo? The Buddhist system there is more mature, there are countless collections of teachings, and there are countless enlightened monks. More importantly, the monks there who have not received the monk’s ordination can marry and have children and reproduce.”

This time Huai’an was no longer calm, his breathing was slightly confused, and he said after a while: “Okay, but not now.”

“When will that be?”

“Qingyi, do you know why the left prime minister wanted to kill me?” Huai’an avoided answering.

“Why?”

“The great wish that the master made in front of the Buddha before his death was to promote Buddhism in Beiyan. I inherited this will and finally realized that Buddhism would inevitably become a political tool. So I began to get involved in the secular world and sought the emperor’s support. With his help, Xianglan Temple spread widely, incense flourished, and BuddhismIn one fell swoop, he became the leader of all religions in Northern Yan.As pilgrims prospered, the temple gradually accumulated huge wealth.In addition to repairing the Buddhist hall, whenever Northern Yan was in trouble, he would use the emperor’s fingerprints to use it.

As he narrated eloquently, Ning Wan’s watery eyes widened wider and wider. She was smart and suddenly understood that if the Xianglan Temple in Huai’an were placed in modern times, it would be a mature charity organization!In the past, she thought that although monks cultivated their moral character, they were just selfish in order to forget the seven sufferings. However, everything Huai’an did was an act of great kindness.

Zuo Xiang…mostly has the idea of ​​​​Xianglan Temple’s wealth.She remembered what Bin’er had said that night. Recently, there had been massive floods in the four states south of the Yangtze River, and tens of thousands of people had been displaced. The emperor had originally approved the distribution of the disaster money, but after meeting Huai’an, he withdrew his holy order and used the disaster money to repair Buddhist temples.

Lin Jing’s behavior was clearly a thief, and to Huai’an, it was a naked slander.And he himself is really acting as a savior.

If Huai’an felt something, he reached out and took the stunned Ning Wan into his arms. He said softly: “Qingyi, don’t blame yourself. ‘Love and hate meet, and you can’t ask for it.’ Even though I have practiced Buddhism for many years, I can’t get rid of it.”

“Huai’an…” Ning Wan murmured his name, with mixed feelings. There was really a corner of his rock-solid heart that moved for her.She is not a saint and wants to get rid of Lin Jing for the country. She just wants to pursue the love in her heart. However, after knowing his dream, she can no longer ask when he will accompany her to Tianzhu.

Unexpectedly, he spoke again: “Qingyi, I have long had the idea of traveling around the world. Now that Huairen and Wukong have achieved some success, I can safely leave Xianglan Temple in their hands. But there are still a few Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures to be translated. When I finish the translation, will we go to Tianzhu together?”

Ning Wan almost cried with joy, blurting out the word “good”.

“You are tired today too, go to sleep.”

“Yeah!” She leaned on the pillow and fell asleep, thinking wildly in her mind that it turned out that the Buddha’s name of the little stone was actually called Wukong. It was really funny.

So she didn’t see it. After she fell asleep, Huai’an got up and knelt in front of the Buddha statue until dawn.