Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 962 - 75 Rebirth_2
Chapter 962: Chapter 75 Rebirth_2
Chapter 962 -75 Rebirth_2
It wasn’t long before the sharp shrieks and curses ceased, the dull thudding stopped, and the piercing but weak cries continued for a while longer before gradually subsiding.
Monk Liao Chen, who had mastered the Heavenly Ear Technique, distinctly heard a very aggrieved murmur, “Mom, I’m hungry!”
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Monk Liao Chen was struck as if by lightning.
Since being sent to the White Horse Zen Institution at the age of three, this was the first time Monk Liao Chen had left the mountains.
The road from White Horse Zen Institution to Guanglin Prefecture City had always been a clear thoroughfare, with no villages or dwellings on either side.
The only structures were lodging houses built at intervals along the road, specifically for the monks from various temples to rest, eat, and drink hot soup.
Those who served at these lodges were all slaves from the household of the Prince of Guanglin.
In short, Monk Liao Chen had never experienced the secular world, nor had he ever understood humanity.
He had always believed that the secular world was not bitter, that the human realm was a Buddha land.
Who would have thought…
Taking a deep breath, Monk Liao Chen slowly closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again.
In the moment of opening and closing his eyes, the Heavenly Vision had been activated.
Monk Liao Chen’s eyes penetrated space, pierced through courtyard walls, and clearly saw everything inside the small courtyard.
In the kitchen, a woman with a face full of wrinkles and graying hair was hunched over, leaning weakly against the wall, holding a piece of firewood, silently weeping.
Next to the stove, a gaunt child with a dark right hand was clutching a bun, gripping it tightly, unwilling to let go.
In the pot steaming with heat, there remained only one last bun.
Not far from the kitchen, in another room, lay two people, one large, one small, on a bed, covered with straw-woven quilts, their faces pale and weak, exhaling more than inhaling.
Under the Heavenly Vision, Monk Liao Chen immediately discerned that these two were starved to this state.
Thin plumes of cooking smoke, the aroma of food filling the air, peaceful and harmonious, a human Buddha land?
Monk Liao Chen felt a stinging in his eyes and quickly closed them, simultaneously shutting off the Heavenly Vision.
This human realm was too bitter, Monk Liao Wu felt compassion and pity, unable to bear seeing any more.
Indeed, unable to bear seeing any more.
Link observed all this silently as he continued on his way without saying a word.
Monk Liao Wu quickly reopened his eyes, his expression returning to calm in an instant, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
He too entered a silent state of advancement, no longer looking around, no longer beholding the peaceful and harmonious human Buddha land.
Instead, the monk representatives from the other institute halls maintained the enthusiasm previously shown by Monk Liao Chen.
They even voiced their admiration aloud: the boundless Buddha Dharma, liberating the world’s people from the sea of suffering and leading them to the other shore was truly great.
In this strange atmosphere, the delegation from White Horse Zen Institution finally entered Guanglin Prefecture City and went directly to the Guanglin Prince’s Mansion.
The vast Guanglin Prince’s Mansion, inside and out, was rejuvenated; it was brightly lit and decorated, and every servant’s face radiated genuine joy as they offered an extremely warm welcome and utmost respect to the delegates from the White Horse Zen Institution.
Among them, a servant’s figure made Monk Liao Wu feel a bit familiar, yet somehow strange.
Link didn’t even glance at the servant, just a ripple crossing the depths of his eyes.
“Damn it!”
“You might have taken Monk Liao Xin’s body, but don’t strut around so blatantly!”
Muttering to himself in his mind, Link, focusing on nose from eyes and heart from nose, calmly walked into the residence arranged for the monks from White Horse Zen Institution within the Guanglin Prince’s Mansion.
The rooms were plentiful, one per person, quite serene.
However, no sooner had Link sat down at the desk, than the room door was knocked.
“Come in, senior monk.”
Without the need for telepathy, just by listening to the footsteps, Link knew that it was Monk Liao Chen standing outside.
The door creaked open.
Monk Liao Chen walked in, not even taking a seat, just standing by the desk, looking at Link.
“Senior monk, is there something you need?”
Link picked up a piece of white paper from the desk, arranged the ink stone, dropped some clean water, then picked up the ink stick and began to meticulously grind ink.
“Yes.”
Monk Liao Chen nodded, “There’s something I can’t figure out, and I want to ask how you view it, junior monk.”
“Whatever it is, senior monk, feel free to speak,” Link said casually, seriously grinding ink, not looking up.
Monk Liao Chen asked solemnly, “Regarding cultivation and worship, how does junior monk see it?”
The ink was ready by then, and Link chose a fine wolf-hair brush, dipped it fully in ink, and wrote the character “cultivate”.
He then said, “Senior brother, in my humble opinion, to ‘cultivate’ is to cultivate oneself, to ‘worship’ is to worship others.”
“I am slow-witted, junior brother, please explain this to me in detail.”
Monk Liao Chen brought his hands together, bowed deeply to Link, and asked for enlightenment with utmost solemnity.
At that moment, Link wrote another character, “worship”.
Setting down the wolf-hair brush, Link stood up, facing Monk Liao Chen, pointed one hand to the sky and the other to the ground, and declared loudly, “If I were Buddha, could senior brother worship me and achieve Buddhahood?”
Monk Liao Chen thought carefully, then shook his head slightly: “No.”
Link lowered his hands, brought them together in prayer, then sat cross-legged on the ground, formed a meditative gesture, and spoke aloud, “As a monk, I diligently practice the Dharma and virtues, could I achieve Buddhahood?”
Monk Liao Chen thought again, then nodded slightly: “Yes.”
After a pause, Monk Liao Chen added with emphasis, “But the hope is quite slight. The Dharma is profound, as with Master Wusheng, who only reached the Bodhisattva Position and didn’t achieve Buddhahood, thus he reincarnated to continue his practice.”
Link grinned slightly, “Senior brother, how do you know that Master Wusheng couldn’t become Buddha and had to reincarnate?”
Monk Liao Chen was immediately taken aback upon hearing this.
Indeed, how did he know that Master Wusheng had reincarnated because he couldn’t become Buddha?
In other words, how did he come to know this statement, and who told him so?
The more he thought, the more dim Monk Liao Chen’s eyes became.
It was the White Horse Zen Institution.
It was the manuscripts and records of the White Horse Zen Institution.
It was the oral tradition of the White Horse Zen Institution.
Huff… Huff…
After taking several deep breaths, Monk Liao Chen tried his best to adjust his emotional state but was unable to calm down.
“Amitabha Buddha! Amitabha Buddha!”
Monk Liao Chen brought his hands together, chanting the Buddha’s name, hoping it would help him regain his composure.
However, it was all in vain.
His mind could not calm down for a long time.
The reason was simple.
Firstly, he was impacted by human Buddha lands and their sufferings, and then his beliefs, which had been doubtless throughout his life, were shaken by Link, causing him to doubt everything he had learned from childhood.
This ideological self-doubt came swiftly and proving very hard and slow to resolve.
Seeing this, Link did not allow Monk Liao Chen to continue doubting himself, and calmly stated, “Senior brother, do not overthink. I am merely interested in the deeds of Master Wusheng, and I haven’t found any definitive records proving that Master Wusheng reincarnated because he couldn’t achieve the Buddha’s position, I just mentioned it offhand.”
However, Monk Liao Chen did not take in these words but strangely enough managed to regain his composure.
This was indeed strange.
But the first thing Monk Liao Chen did after calming down was to change the subject, asking, “Junior brother, when we passed that village earlier, you didn’t seem surprised by its actual situation?”
Still sitting cross-legged on the ground, Link looked up at Monk Liao Chen, a slight smile on his lips, and asked, “Senior brother, do you know why, although one could always take the main road to enter Guanglin Prefecture, we turned into that rural lane at the last inn? Who made that arrangement?”
“I do not know.”
Monk Liao Chen shook his head, answering honestly.
Link chuckled, “Nor do I, but I suspect it was the handiwork of the Commandery Princess.”
“The Commandery Princess?”
Monk Liao Chen exclaimed in surprise, then suddenly realized, “That makes sense. I have always heard that the Commandery Princess loves to champion justice and fight against injustices, so it truly could be her trying to test us for the purpose of selecting a suitor.”
“If senior brother says so, then it must be,”
A hint of ridicule flickered in Link’s eyes, casually agreeing, then he stood up, “Senior brother, I am a bit tired and would like to rest.”
“Rest well, junior brother, I will leave you now.”
Realizing the implication, Monk Liao Chen promptly offered to leave and turned neatly around.
But just as he reached the door, Link called out again, “Senior brother, I have a question to ask, would senior brother be willing to answer me truthfully?”
“Ask without hesitation, junior brother.”
Monk Liao Chen faced Link, giving a serious response.
Link, not mincing words, directly asked, “Senior brother, if you had the chance for rebirth, would you prefer to be reborn in the farmhouse you saw today or at the White Horse Zen Institution, becoming a monk who does not engage in farming and enjoys worship from the masses?”
Pausing for a moment, Link added emphasis to his statement, “Don’t rush your answer to me.”
“Answer it for yourself.”
