Chapter 440 - 341, Forty-nine Heavens_2
Chen Ji chuckled and said, "You’re the Bodhisattva from Yunzhou, do you want to be like them too?"
The little monk murmured with his head down, "I said the same thing, but every time I say that, the old monk talks about equality of all beings, and I can’t argue with them... how about you go and debate with the old monk for me? He surely can’t out-argue you."
Chen Ji laughed heartily, "I’m afraid if I go to their territory, and they can’t out-argue me, they might end up hitting me."
"That’s true," the little monk muttered, "But Buddhist teaching emphasizes sudden enlightenment, and at 3 AM, I’m not even fully awake yet, so how can I achieve enlightenment? Besides, at Yuanjue Temple, I have no friends, not even anyone to talk to."
Chen Ji was curious, "Because your telepathy can see the evil in their hearts, you can’t befriend them?"
The little monk shook his head, "No, it’s because they are afraid of me, so they don’t want to be friends with me."
Chen Ji understood.
The little monk looked at the moon above and sighed, "How many people can withstand being looked at directly in their hearts? In Yuanjue Temple, the monks desire positions. The temple supervisor wants to be the temple supervisor, the temple supervisor wants to be the chief, and the chief wants to be the Fang Zhang. The Fang Zhang guards against the chief, and the chief guards against the temple supervisor... A while ago, an official came with his family to Yuanjue Temple to offer incense. The official hoped his wife would die early, and the wife hoped the official would die early too. Don’t you think this couple is strange? The monks in the temple have hearts seeking wealth, and those who have killed countless times come to the temple to pray for the Bodhisattva’s blessing."
Chen Ji stopped talking and just stood by the bamboo forest under the moonlight, quietly listening to the little monk’s complaints. He turned his head to look at the innocent little monk beside him and only felt that the monk was in a purgatory of mud.
Being able to see into others’ hearts is a kind of trouble too.
The little monk softly lamented, "I wish I didn’t have telepathy."