Chapter 118 Ordinary People

"Fight, fight!"

"Spiritual Child, you are the reincarnation of the Tathagata Buddha, how can you be attached to the emotions of the human world?"

"Hmph, you've already fallen before I even exerted my strength!"

On the 42-inch TV screen, scenes flashed one after another. Although the costumes and props of the characters on the screen were not as exquisite as they are now, the stories they presented were quite interesting, and the repeated fighting action added a lot of magic to the TV series.

"Oh oh! I see, I see."

The young Shakya watched with rapt attention.

The black-robed monk Daoyan stood silently beside him, watching the young novice monk watching the old TV series with enthusiasm. His brow twitched. He himself didn't know why he was here, but looking at the young man in front of him, he felt a wonderful feeling that he couldn't ignore.

It was like a piece of fatty pork inlaid in a bowl of rice.

That completely undeniable greasy feeling hung directly in his throat, and even Daoyan couldn't let it fall.

Rather, it was precisely because Daoyan's obsessive-compulsive disorder had become so deeply ingrained that he couldn't ignore this matter. In the end, he still came. The black-robed monk Daoyan frowned as he looked at the boy who was engrossed in watching the reincarnation of the Tathagata Buddha, and finally couldn't help but speak, slowly saying, "You are also a person who has left home to cultivate."

"Why do you not respect the Buddha's teachings and the Tathagata?"

During this period of time, Daoyan had never given up his idea of ​​revenge against Wei Yuan.

This could only be blamed on Wei Yuan himself. Although he was in a state of semi-consciousness, semi-sleep, and semi-amnesia, he still told Daoyan the Gongyang School's theory of great revenge in ancient Confucianism in its entirety. This also led to the latter's tireless attempts at revenge, even after learning how terrifying Wei Yuan's strength was, he never gave up.

After all, he was half a disciple of Wei Yuan.

He perfectly accepted the characteristic of being stubborn, ah no, having firm beliefs.

During this period of time, he also traveled around, improving his cultivation realm and Taoism. At this moment, when he spoke, it was like thunder, and ordinary people would have been shaken to the point of trembling in their hearts and unable to speak, but the ordinary-looking young man was calm and composed, with a face full of doubt, "Why don't I respect the Buddha's teachings?"

The black-robed Daoyan put his palms together in front of him and said lightly, "The Buddha is vast, how could he do such a thing as reincarnating a Spiritual Child?"

"Oh oh! You mean, the Tathagata Buddha can't be in love!" The young Shakya smiled and said, "Then, where is the Buddha?"

He pointed to the reincarnation of the Spiritual Child on TV and said, "Is he the Buddha?"

Daoyan was silent for a moment, knowing that the young man was playing Zen riddles, and said slowly, "He is not."

"But what he represents is the Buddha."

The young Shakya's finger paused.

No, he is not Shakya, I am!

He promised the old man Hu Di that he couldn't casually reveal his identity outside, so he scratched his head and said, "Is it impossible to have emotions and desires if you represent the Buddha?"

Daoyan said, "This is the sin of slandering the Buddha."

The young Shakya was stunned, and then burst out laughing, "Hahaha, if that's the case, wouldn't the first ones to be convicted of slandering the Buddha be the Buddha's teachers and the Buddha's parents? Hey hey hey, black-robed monk, guess if Shakyamuni Buddha has parents, guess if his parents scolded or beat him when he was a child?"

The black-robed monk was speechless.

"Since they are the Buddha's parents, they are naturally different."

The young Shakya suddenly put his palms together and asked with a smile:

"If the Buddha's teachings are said to save all living beings, why are the Buddha's parents different?"

"Could it be that because the Buddha attained Buddhahood, his wife and children can also become Buddhas and ancestors, and his parents can also enjoy longevity? Then what is the difference between this and the bloodline theory and the fatalism? If the Mahayana Buddhism's salvation of all living beings only concerns the relationship with the Buddha and ranks them accordingly, then what is the difference between the so-called Mahayana Buddhism and the Brahmin caste system?"

Daoyan's voice stopped.

Although his Buddhist cultivation was good, it was actually rooted in Confucianism due to his early influences.

Moreover, he followed the domineering Confucianism lineage of the great revenge concept.

His original fate was supposed to be the strongest strategist assisting Prince Yan Zhu Di in unifying the world, standing at the highest point of the court as a black-robed monk, and then entering the world to cultivate. It was a pity that a certain poor ghost extended Zhu Biao's life, causing all of this to fail to happen, and also making him the way he is now, searching for this person's whereabouts for hundreds of years, hoping for revenge.

But now, facing the young man's inquiry, he didn't know how to answer.

The young Shakya turned to look at the screen on the TV and said, "Everyone says to respect and worship the Buddha, but that guy should just hope that all living beings can understand his principles, and then everyone will be enlightened and wise. But alas! Worship and respect are often the furthest away from understanding. This will never allow people to understand his teachings."

"So, Shakya is just a person, why should he be shaped into that kind of appearance?"

"Isn't it better to have ordinary people with some shortcomings who finally understand the principles?"

Daoyan said lightly, "The Buddha's teachings are vast, the Buddha should naturally be a sage who practices all good deeds and refrains from all evil."

The young Shakya shook his head, "Wrong."

"Creating such a perfect image is either to fool all living beings and make the world worship idols."

"And then extract the flesh and blood of all living beings from this perfect image as profit."

"Or it is to one day overthrow and shatter this perfect image."

"There won't be a second thought."

He sighed and muttered, "He should have just rotted directly when he died, without even leaving them the bones."

"Just thinking that after I die, my bones will be held in people's hands and played with, polished like gemstones by people's sweaty hands, I feel uncomfortable all over. Hand bones are fine, but even the skull isn't spared? Daoyan, think about it, you look very young now, and I look even younger. Young girls might turn their heads to look on the road."

"But after thousands of years, your skull will be polished by others like a walnut that has been played with for decades, shining with colorful light under the sun."

"And then it will be placed in a glass case with four transparent sides, and fat-headed, big-eared disciples whose faces are so oily that flies can slip on them will hold microphones, shout loudly, and tell stories about the Buddha that even the Buddha himself doesn't know, and then the believers below will be moved to tears."

"Finally, when they visit, each of the young and beautiful girls will be incredibly devout, putting their hands together in front of your skull with faces full of longing, as if it's really something sacred. Damn it, that's a skull! Shouldn't they be afraid?"

"And what will they pray for to your skull? Promotion, salary increase, smooth love, and even childbirth"

"Damn it! We are monks! We are monks! We are so poor! When the Buddha attained enlightenment, he was hungry for seven days and seven nights. If a woman hadn't given him a bowl of rice porridge at the end, the Buddha would have discovered on the day he attained enlightenment that his blood sugar was so low that he was lying there unable to move, and then he would have muttered to himself whether he was the most unlucky of the enlightened ones?"

"I don't understand at all why people would pray for things like promotion and salary increases to monks!"

After coming to the human world, the young Shakya successfully used Curator Wei's credit card to buy a mobile phone, and then searched for his name.

In the end, many of the things that came out made the young man feel melancholy.

He felt that he should go back and beat all his disciples away with a stick.

Shakyamuni felt that watching the Tathagata Buddha's sacred stories was not as interesting as watching the reincarnation of the Spiritual Child fall in love.

Daoyan frowned slightly, looking at the young man in front of him who was not very interested in Buddhism, seemed to know Shakya very well between the lines, but was more interested in the story of Shakya's reincarnation of the Spiritual Child falling in love. Listening to his helpless complaints, a flash of inspiration moved in his heart, but he did not delve into it. Just this wisp of inspiration had already made him feel a tremor in his heart, and he asked sternly:

"Who, exactly, are you?"

"Me?"

The young Shakya scratched his head, put his palms together, and tried to make a solemn appearance: "Gautama Siddhartha."

"You can call me Shakyamuni."

"Or Tathagata."

!!! Daoyan's heart shook violently.

Then the young man in front of him suddenly realized that it was a bit weightless to speak like this.

He also needed to add the name of the local boss, adding, "Invited by Curator Wei of Quanzhou Wei Museum."

"I'm here for a temporary trip."

Then Daoyan's shaking heart calmed down all of a sudden.

He himself didn't know if this was because anything outrageous would become so normal as long as it was connected to that guy, or if there were too many things in that museum, so adding one more didn't matter? Like Old Tianshi, if there was something that could shock Old Tianshi to the point of taking drugs, that would be a big deal.

If it was connected to the museum, it would only make people sigh, here we go again, and then lower their heads to continue doing their own things.

"Shakyamuni?"

"Tathagata Buddha?"

Daoyan glanced at *Journey to the West: The Legend Continues*, the reincarnated Spiritual Child entangled between two beauties, and said, "Not married yet?"

"Scheduled."

"Not yet, so I want to learn some experience here."

The young Shakya answered sincerely.

Then he scratched his head, put his palms together, and the previous magnanimity suddenly became awkward, and said, "Also, I heard that there is a lot of information here about that kind of thing after men and women get married, that is, the important affairs of men and women."

"Image data, video data, etc."

"Can I observe it?"

"Just pure observation and learning, just treat it as learning material."

The expression on Daoyan's face froze.

As if he had been severely struck by something, he looked at the Buddha in front of him who had not yet married in this historical period, knowing that the latter was still going to have children, but this sentence [observe and observe, learn and learn] almost shattered the monk's Buddhist heart of hundreds of years, almost drawing out the vajra and slamming it on Shakya's head, just like the people of China smashing sour cucumbers.

Amitabha, Amitabha.

Hold the immovable heart, immovable heart, immovable thought.

Bear with it, bear with it.

Daoyan finally managed to control his impulse to beat up the Tathagata, and said, "Where did you learn about these learning materials?"

Then the pure-hearted Shakya raised his hand, and the screensaver on his phone was a super large golden body of the Buddha.

If Daoyan didn't know the true identity of the young man in front of him, Daoyan would at most agree, he has good taste.

But now, Shakyamuni using this screensaver is like using his own pure 18k gold big hand-made figure as a screensaver.

A rather perverse aesthetic.

Opening the screensaver, Daoyan saw in the young Shakya's contact list a guy with the title of Vodka Niangniang's Number One Fan Club President with a Big Saber, and Daoyan knew that this was the weapon spirit in the museum.

Clicking on the chat history, it seemed that Shakya somehow got in touch with this guy, and then, unfortunately, under this guy's pollution, the young Buddha learned a lot of information about that aspect on his first day in the human world.

Calm down, calm down, this is the Buddha before he got married and before he left his hometown to attain enlightenment.

I need to calm down.

Daoyan said expressionlessly, "You want to travel in the human world?"

"Yes!"

"I'll help you."

"Huh!!! You help me?"

The young Shakya was very confused, and Daoyan took a deep breath, and a kind of belief and strong impulse as a Buddhist arose in his heart——

He couldn't let the Buddha in this period encounter too much pollution in the human world, absolutely not, otherwise, he suspected that there would be huge changes in some scriptures in the future, such as the Great Compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva.

Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six pure depleted uranium bullets, a hundred rotations in one breath, great compassion to save the world.

Or, for example, the Giant Vehicle Buddhism or something.

And when the young man happily put his palms together to salute, he took out a card, "Great Sage said, I can use this."

"You don't have to spend money."

Daoyan originally said this, but when he knew that the cardholder was Wei Yuan, he immediately changed his mind.

"Then, since you strongly request to spend this card's money, I won't be polite."

The black-robed monk took the card with a blank expression.

Make that guy poorer.

This is also part of the revenge.