lcionline Chapter 370 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [46]
Chapter 370 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [46]
Chapter 370 The Aloof and Holy Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [46]
Shiga gazed at him, his dark eyes seeming to see through Jiang Xiyu's eyes and into his heart.
Under that reassuring gaze, Jiang Xiyu's heart trembled uncontrollably before calming down.
He shouldn't have such worries.
He should live freely and naturally, like someone who can bow and sleep soundly before the Buddha, or bask in the sunlight under the Bodhi tree, instead of being absent-minded and disturbed by thoughts.
Shiga looked at Jiang Xiyu for a long time before lowering his eyes and saying softly, "All things in the world are like flowing water. Being too attached will only add to your own suffering. Only by learning to let go can you be free and liberated."
Jiang Xiyu looked at him and asked in return, "What if... you can't let go?"
Shiga said calmly, "If you can't let go, it means your cultivation is insufficient."
Jiang Xiyu seemed to understand but not quite.
It means to be more open-minded and cultivate oneself more, but for ordinary people, this is easier said than done.
Seeing him looking down in thought, Shiga suddenly said, "You have an obsession."
That wasn't a question, but rather seemed like a statement of fact.
Jiang Xiyu's heart skipped a beat. When she looked up and met Shiga's gaze, she subconsciously turned her head away.
He neither confirmed nor denied it.
Shiga's gaze flickered slightly, then slowly lowered, finally settling on Jiang Xiyu's heart.
One should not dwell on anything, but give rise to the mind.
A practitioner's mind should not be attached to any kind of connection.
The heart should be like a mirror reflecting objects, leaving no trace.
If a person has nothing in their heart, they will naturally not have these obsessions.
Shiga said, “It takes time to resolve attachments. With gradual cultivation, there will naturally come a day when you let go. There is no need to rush.”
His advice to Jiang Xiyu was always very simple and easy to understand.
He didn't utter many obscure verses; his voice was clear and cool, as still as water, yet inexplicably made people want to lower their guard, to trust, and to rely on him.
Jiang Xiyu smiled and nodded in response, no longer avoiding Shijia's gaze.
He said, "It is true that my cultivation is insufficient. I hope that one day I can see through these things like the Dharma Master."
Shiga nodded calmly.
Jiang Xiyu suddenly became curious again.
He rested his elbow on the table, propped his face up close to Shiga, opened his mouth to speak but then felt it was inappropriate.
Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Shiga asked, "What do you want to say?"
Jiang Xiyu stared at Shijia and asked in a soft, curious tone, "Master, have you ever had any obsessions?"
Shiga paused, seemingly surprised that Jiang Xiyu would ask such a question.
He raised his hand holding the beads to his chest, shook his head, and said, "No."
His heart for saving all living beings is as firm as a rock, devoid of the seven emotions and six desires. With the blessing of a golden body, it is naturally difficult for him to comprehend the obsessions of the world. Even though he has seen many things over the past hundred years, his heart is like a bird soaring in the sky, with no trace of obsessions to be found. His heart is just like that.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu frowned.
Shika is compassionate, his heart is as bright as the moon.
He was different from the monks practicing in the Compassion Temple, who were still struggling to cultivate themselves, while Shiga had already become a Buddha long ago.
He is a being who can be worshipped and offered incense by the human race.
The mind of a monk must not be moved, nor the mind of a Buddha.
He is different from Yuejia, so how can I win him over?
Does he really want to win him over?
After concealing his evil intentions and indirectly deceiving him.
For the first time, Jiang Xiyu had this question...
A warmth seemed to dissipate from his side. Shiga lowered his head, and Jiang Xiyu silently moved a little further away, as if afraid of getting him dirty.
Shiga looked puzzled, his gaze indifferent.
Jiang Xiyu let out a long sigh in his heart.
Many questions he hadn't considered suddenly flooded his mind at that moment.
He was able to win over Yuejia because Yuejia was not a plant; he had human emotions and desires, and he was not a true Buddha.
Shiga was a compassionate monk whose heart was pure and unwavering, unmoved by external forces. For this reason, he could spend countless years in this world, enduring the complexities of worldly affairs, all for the sake of protecting humanity and all living beings.
Is it really a good thing for such a person not to sit high on a lotus throne and look down upon all living beings, but instead fall into this mortal world?
Every time Jiang Xiyu pondered something deeper, she would unconsciously move an inch further away.
Until he got further and further away from Shiga.
Shiga looked down at his movements, his eyes indifferent as if they contained a layer of frost.
He remained expressionless, but Jiang Xiyu felt that his downcast gaze made it seem as if he were standing in the void, looking down upon all things, solemn and like a Dharma image, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Jiang Xiyu quickly gathered up her chaotic thoughts and also put away the Heart Sutra on the table.
His silence kept the room quiet for a while.
Feeling Shiga's gaze still on him, Jiang Xiyu stood up casually, a faint smile on his lips, and respectfully put his palms together, saying, "It's late, I won't disturb the monk's rest any longer."
Shiga remained silent. After a moment, he looked away, closed his eyes, and nodded.
Jiang Xiyu left the room very quietly, and considerately closed the door behind her.
But he seemed to have forgotten one thing.
Apart from the few days he spent dealing with matters in the demon realm, he had never left Shiga's side since they met. Not to mention, when he went out alone, he would ostensibly let Shiga rest properly.
The moment the door closed, the dim candlelight in the room seemed to be instantly extinguished by the cold wind from outside.
It regained consciousness, swayed unsteadily, and then flickered back to life, albeit weakly.
Shiga coldly raised his eyelids, the candlelight seeming to tremble for a moment as it fell into his eyes. He stared at the tightly closed door, paused for a moment, then slowly lowered his eyes until they closed.
His fingertips twirled the prayer beads, and the scriptures he silently recited in his heart seemed to be out of sync with the rhythm of these meditative practices. Or perhaps, it wasn't that he couldn't keep up, but rather that the footsteps on the roof tiles were disturbing him.
If we set aside those things, the scriptures that we silently recite in our hearts seem as if they have never been disordered.
Jiang Xiyu didn't actually leave; he was just on the eaves, gazing up at the cold, clear moon.
The bright moon hangs high, shining not only on one person.
All things can receive the moonlight, and all living beings can bathe in its grace.
If one's greed causes the bright moon to be tarnished, wouldn't that be creating evil karma?
Besides, he already has a bright moon, doesn't he?
Jiang Xiyu slowly looked towards the direction of the Demon Emperor's Palace, his heart filled with complex emotions.
That wasn't the bright moon; it was a bewitching red moon.
The red moon is never in the night sky, nor can it extinguish the brilliance of the bright moon.
He hid in the Demon Emperor's Palace, hidden among the roses, and in the mouths of outsiders, he was Jiang Xiyu's private moon.
But Shiga is not like that; Shiga belongs to all living beings.
In the quiet night, Jiang Xiyu gazed at the moon for a long time.
Much later, he slowly raised his hand as if to touch the bright moon, but his hand looked very fragile under the moonlight. He seemed to feel the cool moonlight brushing against his fingertips.
Before this, Jiang Xiyu had wanted to grasp this ray of moonlight, but at this moment, he felt no desire to possess it, nor did he want to try...
Because it would be a desecration to possess him exclusively.
He should be building a high Buddhist altar to save all sentient beings.
I will simply worship and believe in Him like any other mortal.
Why drag him down when he's already in this sea of love...?