lcionline Chapter 334 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [10]
Chapter 334 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [10]
Chapter 334 The Aloof and Holy Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [10]
However, Shijia was unyielding, so Jiang Xiyu couldn't say anything.
He sighed softly, raised his front paw, and looked at Shiga, saying, "In that case, I have disturbed the Buddha's son."
After Jiang Xiyu finished speaking, she jumped onto the windowsill and left through the window.
As if his departure had stirred a breeze, a Bodhi leaf drifted in through the window amidst the rustling of the leaves.
The meditation room seemed to have suddenly lost its vibrant life, leaving only a rigid stillness.
As Shikhama was stroking the prayer beads in his palm, he saw a withered leaf. A moment later, the leaf fell onto his scriptures.
Shiga gazed silently at the withered leaves for a long while before closing his eyes to contemplate them.
……
Jiang Xiyu did not leave Cibei Temple, but he was constantly rejected by Shijia, and he could not calm down in the meditation room.
As he walked through the temple, he noticed that the monks who passed by would stop and respectfully bow to him in reverence.
Jiang Xiyu found it a bit strange, but as more people greeted him afterward, he accepted their greetings with his head held high.
He knew that these monks respected him so much because he had saved Shiga in the Buddhist cave that day.
But this life-saving grace seemed to be of little use to Jiang Xiyu, because Shijia refused to take him in.
Jiang Xiyu lowered her head and looked at her reflection in the lotus pond.
She's clearly so cute, why is this monk so cold-hearted and unmoved?
Jiang Xiyu's tail swayed, and its tail accidentally drooped down into the lotus pond.
Some fish swam over, and Jiang Xiyu was fine until she saw them, then she couldn't help but drool.
Cats love to eat fish; it's in their nature.
Since Jiang Xiyu arrived at Cibei Temple, she has been fed vegetable leaves by the monks every day.
He almost felt like a rabbit instead of a cat.
At first, I thought I should leave a good impression on Shiga and not eat meat, because if I did, Shiga would find out.
Now that Shigatsa refuses to accept him as a disciple, and he's not a Buddhist, it's no big deal for him to eat two fat fish.
As Jiang Xiyu thought this, she narrowed her golden eyes.
In the light and shadow, a sharp, cold glint suddenly appeared on his claws.
……
Outside Cibei Temple, a wisp of smoke rises vigorously.
It stands out conspicuously in this lush forest.
A small campfire was surrounded by pebbles under the tree, and a simple frame was placed on top of the fire. A fish was being roasted by the flames and looked like it was sizzling with oil.
Before long, the aroma of grilled fish began to fill the air.
Jinglian sat cross-legged by the campfire. When she saw that the fire was almost lit, she took the branch with the fish stuck in it and smelled it. Seeing that the color and aroma were excellent, she used her hand as a knife and made a few cuts in the air, and the fish was immediately cut into small pieces.
The fish meat was tender and white, like clam meat, and the crispy skin on the outside made it incredibly tempting.
Jinglian didn't put the first piece of meat into her own mouth, but instead used magic to hand it to the white cat waiting beside her.
Jinglian reminded her, "Be careful, it's a little hot."
Jiang Xiyu sniffed the fish, then immediately opened her mouth and swallowed it.
He chewed carefully, and when he saw Jinglian staring at him with a curious look, he turned his face away with an arrogant expression and swallowed the fish.
Seeing how much he enjoyed the food, Jinglian also took a bite.
Hearing the noise, Jiang Xiyu looked at Jinglian as if she had seen a ghost.
He never expected that this monk, who looked so serious and like an enlightened young monk, would actually indulge in wine and meat in private, and even this fish was caught by him for Jiang Xiyu.
Jiang Xiyu originally wanted to catch the fish in the temple to eat, but the fish in the temple had gained sentience.
They pleaded desperately, and Jiang Xiyu couldn't bring himself to do it.
However, just as he was about to stop, Jinglian grabbed him.
He only said that the fish in the lotus pond were inedible, and then asked Jiang Xiyu if she was hungry.
Seeing that he was one of Shijia's men, Jiang Xiyu did not resist and even nodded in agreement.
Knowing he was hungry, Jinglian took him directly out of Cibei Temple. He led Jiang Xiyu to the foot of Cibei Temple Mountain, where Jiang Xiyu caught two fat fish in the lake.
Jiang Xiyu watched as the monk skillfully cleaned the fish in a few quick movements, and was shocked that this monk would actually kill a living being. But the next second, the monk directly grilled the fish for Jiang Xiyu.
Now, he's even eating...
Jiang Xiyu squatted on the rock, watching him eat fish, wrinkled her pale pink nose, and said, "You monk, killing and eating meat, are you really a monk?"
Upon hearing this, Jinglian simply smiled and said, "I am, and I am not."
Jiang Xiyu looked at his bald head without saying a word.
Jinglian didn't want to explain the origins of this, because everyone's way of cultivation is different.
His shaved head doesn't mean he's a monk, and his killing and eating of animals doesn't mean he's not a monk.
"Aren't you the master's disciple? Does the master know about this?" Jiang Xiyu asked in confusion.
Jinglian said, "I am not a disciple of the Buddha. I have just been by the Buddha's side for a long time, so those old monks thought I was a disciple of the Buddha."
He couldn't remember how long it had been.
He has been here ever since the Buddhist disciple came to the human realm in accordance with the Dharma.
Upon hearing that Jinglian was not Shijia's disciple, Jiang Xiyu felt that the faint hope of becoming a disciple had been completely extinguished.
He asked with his head hanging low, "Does the Buddhist monk really not accept disciples?"
Jinglian noticed his dejection and, finding it amusing, asked in return, "You want to become a disciple of the Buddha?"
Jiang Xiyu nodded.
Jinglian said, "Everything has its own destiny. If the Buddhist disciple does not accept you, there must be a reason."
“If you become master and disciple, the karmic consequences will increase, which will be detrimental to you and also to the Buddhist disciples.”
Jiang Xiyu, of course, did not understand this concept of 'cause and effect'.
Seeing that he still didn't understand, Jinglian changed to a more colloquial way of saying it: "The Buddhist monks may not accept you, but they will still let you stay in the Buddhist temple to cultivate. If you are truly devoted to Buddhism, what's wrong with being a lay disciple? Who you respect as your teacher and who will be your teacher is all up to your heart."
"Simply put, if you respect a Buddhist disciple as your teacher, then he is your teacher; if you respect the Buddha as your teacher, then the Buddha is your teacher."
"Things in this world don't necessarily have to be confined by these rules and regulations. If a Buddhist disciple doesn't reject you as his 'master,' then what's the difference between him and someone who has acknowledged you as his disciple?"
"Cultivating mindfulness ultimately depends on yourself."
But Jiang Xiyu's intention to become a disciple was not right in the first place, so how could Shijia accept him as a disciple?
Jiang Xiyu's claws twitched slightly.
He looked up at Jinglian and found her smiling and watching him.
Buddhists seem to have an innate ability to see through the essence of things in their eyes, which are as still as water.
Yes, Shiga, and so is Jinglian.
Jiang Xiyu wasn't afraid of his thoughts being seen through. He didn't avoid Jinglian's gaze, but simply raised his chin arrogantly and said, "I know that cultivation depends on oneself, but one day, I will definitely make the Buddha truly accept me as his disciple..."
Jiang Xiyu had seen Shiga sitting quietly late at night.
During the time he spent with him, whenever the cool moonlight fell on Shiga's shoulders, Jiang Xiyu glimpsed Shiga's loneliness.
He was originally a Buddha, seated high on a lotus throne, devoid of sorrow or joy. But to protect humanity, he fell to the mortal realm, and in this abyss of endless cultivation, he grew lonely...