HPDBC Chapter 227 Violating Heavenly Laws
Chapter 227 Violating Heavenly Laws
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw the young man in Tang suit standing next to the woman holding the child.
Some of them wore mocking expressions, while others looked angry.
Is this a disgrace to Master Jinghe's place?
That was Master Jinghe, a highly accomplished monk!
Master Jinghe glanced at everyone's reactions, a hint of smugness appearing in his eyes.
Only then did he look at Xie Qilin properly—it turned out to be just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child.
The curve of his lips loosened slightly, and his disdain almost overflowed from his eyes.
You dare to argue with me about the law?
No, he probably doesn't even know what "debate" is.
Master Jinghe straightened his body, folded his hands on his knees, adopting the posture of a kind and benevolent elder, and spoke in a gentle voice as if coaxing a child:
"Young benefactor, do you think my explanation is incoherent?"
This humble demeanor is not because he is modest.
A max-level character taking down a newbie alt in the starting village—the lower the posture, the higher the class.
To outsiders, he would only seem magnanimous and tolerant, while the young man would appear ignorant and arrogant.
The evil Qilin shook his head:
"It's not just grammatically incorrect, it's downright nonsensical."
Master Jinghe's eyes darkened slightly: "Nonsense?"
"Your Buddha is an evil Buddha."
Upon hearing this, Master Jinghe's face turned green.
The surrounding worshippers were in an uproar—how could someone say that Buddha was an evil Buddha in a temple?
This is tantamount to slapping everyone in the face and trampling on everyone's beliefs!
Several elderly worshippers had already clenched their prayer beads, their lips moving as if they were silently reciting some kind of exorcism spell.
The evil Qilin seemed oblivious to the murderous gazes directed at them, and sneered:
"What's laughable is that you use this evil Buddha to expound on compassion."
Master Jinghe's face twitched, suppressing his anger, and he forced out his voice through clenched teeth:
"How dare you say that Buddha is evil?"
Come on, tell me, where is Buddha evil?!
Xie Qilin stood up, casually pulled Liu Min up, and then hugged the bewildered little boy in his arms. His movements were unhurried:
"That Buddha used a woman's chastity and filial piety to prove to the world his supreme theory."
This isn't evil? What's the difference between this and Moro?
"That Buddha used a woman's chastity and filial piety to prove his supreme theory to the world."
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly:
"This isn't evil? What's the difference between this and Moro?"
Master Jinghe suddenly stopped, his mouth wide open, his face frozen, and horror surged in his eyes like a tidal wave.
The evil Qilin turned around and faced the astonished faces.
"If you were this woman, would you still think this is a story about compassion?"
His gaze swept calmly across each face: "A Buddha who possesses wisdom but no compassion—"
The evil Qilin paused, then thought of himself and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"That's even more disgusting than Moro."
The school was completely silent.
The worshippers all looked at Master Jinghe with anticipation in their eyes.
No one could tolerate this.
Why does Buddha know everything but not tell me the truth, watching me kill my reincarnated parents?
They hoped that Master Jinghe could say something.
But Master Jinghe's body trembled incessantly, his lips quivered, like a fish thrown ashore, unable to utter a single word.
Xie Qilin pulled Liu Min's hand and walked outside:
"You admire Monk Jinghe just like fans worship idols."
The serene Buddhist sanctuary has been transformed into a fan culture by you.
Even if you bow three thousand times before the Buddha, you still won't realize you're attached to appearances.
The sound wasn't loud, but it carried to every corner, making everyone blush.
......
As Liu Min walked out of the lecture hall, she let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had finally exhaled a breath she had been holding in for a long time.
"That was great! Well said!"
She thought for a moment, then added:
"I will never come here to burn incense again."
The little boy in Xie Qilin's arms looked up and asked in a childish voice:
Why?
He was too young to know what had just happened; he only noticed that the adults seemed very excited.
Liu Min pursed her lips:
"That fat monk said you have no wisdom and are not as clever as jackals and tigers."
The little boy scratched his head, looking confused.
"Did you tell me? I had no idea."
Liu Min spat:
"You brat, you don't even realize you're being insulted!"
The evil Qilin patted the little boy's head, a slight smile playing on his lips. :
"That's what it means to have wisdom."
Liu Min was still muttering to herself:
"I'll go to another temple to offer incense, hoping Buddha will help us and that fate will be kinder to my daughter and me."
The evil Qilin chuckled softly:
"Then I still advise you to save some money on incense offerings."
If Buddha could truly grant human desires, then ordinary people wouldn't even be able to enter a temple.
Liu Min was taken aback.
That makes a lot of sense.
"Amitabha."
A Buddhist chant came from behind, sounding old and peaceful.
The evil Qilin turned around.
An old monk with white eyebrows and a white beard slowly walked over.
The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "Senior brother, please wait."
The little boy stared wide-eyed in surprise: "Why do you call Uncle 'senior brother'?"
Liu Min glared at the child.
This kid doesn't know that, in their culture, the term "little uncle" is... well, you know.
Many women here remarry their husbands' younger brothers after their husbands die.
When those women are being affectionate with their new husbands, they will shamefully call them "little uncle".
The old monk's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the evil Qilin with a hint of respect in his eyes.
"Your understanding of Buddhist teachings is far superior to mine; you should address me as your senior brother."
He had been in the temple for many years and had noticed the boy long ago.
He sits in front of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue for an entire day every day, motionless and silent, like a clay sculpture.
He followed along all day.
Whether it was debating the Dharma with Jinghe, or saying that the child had wisdom and advising the woman to save money on incense offerings, he saw it all.
The evil Qilin nodded slightly: "Greetings, Abbot."
The old monk's eyes held a smile:
"Would you mind staying here tonight and keeping this old monk company for a while longer?"
Xie Qilin pursed his lips:
"This humble monk carries too much murderous aura; I fear I may offend the Bodhisattva."
The old monk paused, then sighed and lowered his head:
"This old monk has some knowledge of physiognomy."
It was precisely because the junior brother carried too many karmic debts that misfortune had already manifested on his forehead...
I was just thinking of having you stay at Hengshan Temple a little longer to dispel the evil spirits."
The evil Qilin was stunned.
There are highly skilled people in this world who understand the art of destiny—his master was one of them.
It was neither a taboo subject nor a matter of supernatural power; it was like an extremely esoteric and mysterious field of study.
"Abbot," he asked, "how many days until this calamity befalls me?"
The old monk remained silent for a while, his silence like a stone slowly sinking to the bottom of the water.
"You may not live past tomorrow."
Xie Qilin frowned, a deep sense of loss rising in his eyes, along with a fleeting hint of fear.
Liu Min blinked and frowned, saying:
"Your dilapidated temple is quite amusing. Some say my son isn't as smart as a wild beast, while others are cursing people to die!"
She wanted to help Xie Qilin argue, but she didn't expect him to take a deep breath and speak in a calm tone that didn't sound like someone sentenced to death:
"Then this humble monk cannot stay overnight."
The troubles this humble monk has stirred up are beyond the capacity of any single temple to handle.
Thank you for your kindness, Abbot.
After saying that, he grabbed Liu Min's hand and quickly walked down the mountain.
Behind him came the old monk's helpless sigh.
Liu Min was dragged along by him at a jog, her heart full of questions stuck in her throat, and she didn't utter a single word the whole way.
.....
Upon entering their farmhouse courtyard, Xie Qilin put down the child and turned to look at Liu Min:
"I'm packing my things now, I'm leaving tonight."
What Liu Min understood:
"Did you offend someone? Is that why you're hiding here?"
Xie Qilin nodded and went into the house.
A moment later, he came out pulling a suitcase.
The little boy ran over, grabbed the evil Qilin's hand, looked up at it with his small face, and asked nervously:
Did Uncle make a mistake?
Is that why someone arrested the younger uncle?
Just like Sun Wukong who wreaked havoc in Heaven, he'll be captured by the Buddha.
The evil Qilin crouched down and flicked his nose:
"Yes."
He stood up, his eyes suddenly turning sharp, like a drawn sword.
"But this humble monk does not want to accept his fate; this humble monk wants to live."
"I wish to continue searching for a way to achieve ultimate bliss—this humble monk cannot die yet."
He took a wad of red bills from his pocket and stuffed them into Liu Min's hand:
"This is all the money I have left. Take care."
Liu Min pursed her lips and took the money.
His fingers clenched, then relaxed, finally seeming to have made a firm decision:
"How about we call the police? I'm not afraid of retaliation from the underworld; we'll face it together."
She naively thought that Xie Qilin owed money to loan sharks or had offended some underground gang leader.
The evil Qilin smiled and shook his head:
"The sheriff can't control him. Besides..."
He lowered his eyes, his voice as soft as a falling leaf.
"The sheriff might be after me too."
Liu Min was dumbfounded.
What a terrible mistake this is! Did they break a cardinal rule?
The evil Qilin tightened the straps of his backpack:
"This humble monk is leaving."
If that person comes, they won't make things difficult for you; just tell the truth.
Liu Min nodded, a lump forming in her throat: "Take care."
"Oh? It's raining!"
Little Tiger suddenly cried out, tilting his little face up to look at the sky. Raindrops hit the tip of his nose, but he didn't flinch.
"Is God sending my uncle off?"
He's still young.
Separation was a big deal for him.
The first person to leave was his father, and the second was his uncle.
The evil Qilin paused for a moment, then reached out and caught a few drops of rain, a bitter smile appearing on its lips.
"It's not that Heaven is sending this humble monk off—it's that someone has come looking for him."
Liu Min looked up at the sky in astonishment.
The dark cloud hung very low, so low it looked like it was about to press down on the rooftops.
Dark and heavy, it carried an indescribable sense of oppression—not natural clouds, but more like something behind the clouds, coldly watching the ground.
The dark clouds slowly parted, revealing what lay beneath.
A man dressed in a black suit and a black trench coat sat on a dark throne amidst the clouds.
His posture was casual and relaxed, with one hand on the armrest and the other hanging down beside his knee.
Looking down indifferently at everything below, as if looking at a group of ants.
Liu Min felt a chill run through her body, her hair stood on end, and she made a gurgling sound in her throat. It took her a long time to manage to squeeze out a complete sentence:
"So...it really is a violation of the heavenly law..."