“…a single spark can start a prairie fire.”
"I want to know if the power of an ant can shake the sky."
"Even if I will be doomed to eternal damnation, life and death will disappear."
"…The world split by the axe is filled with people who are unwilling to be slaves."
The young man who said this had the fiery eyes of the rising sun dancing in them, so brilliant, so dazzling, and so chilling.
The autumn wind is blowing, the city is desolate, and beneath the endless blue sky is a sea of blood and corpses. A young man stands in the middle of it with his hands behind his back. His eyes are clear and his blood-stained clothes are fluttering, just like the dividing line between purity and filth.
Mei Yingliang stared blankly at the boy who was as tall as a pine tree. A sudden tornado caused by the boy swept through his brain. All the stale and conventional concepts were shattered, and a new, vigorous and indomitable spirit was born!
For a moment, it seemed that even the wind stopped. In the brief yet long silence, Mei Yingliang clearly heard the thunder and roar of his own heart.
He didn't expect... he didn't expect that the poor kid he met on the street that year would have such lofty ambitions!
Ten years have passed since Mei Yingliang met Le Jing in Yousu City.
Ten years is just a blink of an eye for a monk, not worth mentioning. But there is no doubt that in these ten years, the boy has undergone earth-shaking changes.
That childish kid has now grown into a handsome, brave and fearless young man.
Only those eyes remain the same for decades.
Thinking back to when he had previously misunderstood Le Jing as an old freak who had regained his youth, he now found it ridiculous.
It is impossible for an old monster with a gloomy look in his eyes to have the same look as Le Jing's.
These are a pair of bright eyes that belong only to young people.
There is nothing in the world that the young man is afraid of, neither the sky nor the earth. If the sky is unfair, the young man will poke a hole in it; if the earth is uneven, the young man will split it in half. In the eternal night, the young man will burn all his blood and turn into candles to keep warm; when tomorrow is bright, the young man will crawl with the darkness on his back.
This is the bravery, fearlessness and passion that only young people can possess.
Mei Yingliang suddenly felt very ashamed, and mixed with her shame was an indescribable excitement.
He came from the common people and was the son of a mortal. When he was young, he also had the ambition to save the world and the people, and to build up the country and ensure its security. Even after he later became an immortal, he often came down to earth to punish evil and promote good.
When did he change?
Probably when his village was massacred by bandits and he was forbidden by his master's dignity order to take revenge.
Because he is no longer a mortal, it is against the will of heaven for a cultivator to interfere in worldly affairs.
The master also said that mortals have a limited lifespan. Even if he saved them at that time, it would only last for a short time. Mortals will die sooner or later due to various reasons. Compared with the cultivators with long lifespans, mortals are too small and fragile.
The master also said that his revenge was meaningless, because the bandits were also mortals and would die sooner or later. In the end, only Mei Yingliang, a cultivator, could survive for a long time.
In the eyes of monks, mortals are like mayflies, born in the morning and dead in the evening.
Therefore, Mei Yingliang’s revenge is meaningless, because all mortals will die eventually.
But just now, a young man wanted to let an ant shake the sky.
For this reason, he was willing to abandon all his glory, covered in blood, and entered the Shura path in order to save the people who would die sooner or later.
Is this behavior stupid?
It should be stupid.
But why was Mei Yingliang trembling all over and his heart pounding at this moment?
Why, when he saw the huge crowds of people prostrating themselves on the ground, his blood boiled, he couldn't help but burst into tears, he couldn't help... his heart yearned for it.
Mei Yingliang knew that Le Jing, as a Buddhist, was born with the ability to see through fate and cause and effect. He might be the one who understood the cruelty of fate and the inevitability of defying it the most among all the people present.
However, facing the inevitable and almost foregone fate, Le Jing chose to rise up and resist because he "could not bear it", even if it meant his own death.
And he...
Along the way, how many things has he given up for the sake of the great way?
Even if they cut off their worldly ties, they would be human beings for the rest of their lives if they were not immortals. Before they were monks, they were human beings first.
Mei Yingliang asked herself, is such a life of timidity, calculation, and cold-eyed indifference really meaningful?
It is clear that monks practice Taoism for longevity, to break free from the shackles of heaven and earth and gain great freedom, and for eternal freedom, so they have to go against heaven, so that they can transcend the limitations of the human body and achieve transcendence. If they go against their original intentions and distort their personality in pursuit of the great way, isn't this the greatest lack of freedom?
Although their appearance remains youthful, have they grown old unknowingly at heart?
While Mei Yingliang was thinking, Le Jing and Zen Master Hui Tong had already fought for several rounds.
The previous battle had exhausted all of Le Jing's spiritual power, so he had no power to fight back against Zen Master Hui Tong's attack. However, in just a few rounds, he had several wounds on his body that were almost visible to the bone.
Zen Master Hui Tong still showed mercy, otherwise Le Jing would have been beheaded by now.
Hui Tong said: "If you repent now, it's not too late!"
Le Jing shook his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He smiled brightly without any shadow in his eyes. "Master, you don't have to persuade me." He said firmly, "This is my path. I will never change my mind."
Hui Tong frowned deeply, and the next moment the young man was hit in the chest by the palm of Vairocana Tathagata. He spit out blood again, flew far away, and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Le Jing!" Several voices sounded at the same time. Lu Qingling and Su Jian rushed out quickly. Kun Huo transformed into a giant dog and protected Le Jing, staring at Hui Tong with a fierce look.
Lu Qingling's pale face finally regained some color when she saw the boy's slowly blinking eyes. She squatted in front of Le Jing sobbing, not daring to touch him, and asked with a sob: "Le Jing, are you okay?"
Le Jing felt his eyes go dark, and he forced a smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine, Master is soft-hearted and showed mercy."
Hui Tong snorted coldly, "If you continue to be so stubborn, I will not show mercy next time!"
"As a child of Buddha, you are blessed by heaven and earth, and you are cultivated by our Buddhist sect. I have spent ten years raising you with all my efforts, but I didn't expect that I would teach you to be such a wicked beast who does evil, disregards the time and is unreasonable!" Hui Tong asked with regret and anger: "I ask again, are you willing to put down your butcher knife and spend the rest of your life to atone for your sins?"
Le Jing struggled to get up from the ground, declined Su Jian's helping hand, and staggered for a long time before finally standing firm. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth in a messy manner, stood up and smiled, "Master, you don't have to ask again, my answer is always the same."
At that moment, Hui Tong's expression was extremely complicated, with regret, relief, hatred, and helplessness, but in the end it turned into a sigh of regret. He chanted a Buddhist name in a low voice, "In this case, I will clean up the mess myself..."
A stone suddenly hit Hui Tong. Hui Tong did not dodge and the stone was smashed into pieces by his body.
Han Yong raised a bigger stone and shouted angrily, word by word: "Get out! You are not welcome here!"
"Bang." Another stone was thrown at Hui Tong.
"Bah, you evil monk! What crime did the immortal commit by saving us?!"
The sounds of stones hitting each other, "bang," "bang," and "bang," were endless.
"Get out! You are not welcome in Beihuang City!"
"The Immortal is the benefactor who saved our entire city. If you want to kill him, you must first step over someone's dead body!"
"If you dare to hurt the immortal in the slightest, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"
"How can you say you are a compassionate monk? Are you in cahoots with those monsters just now?!"
Hui Tong looked around in astonishment, and suddenly found that the people who had just been docile and docile like lambs had suddenly turned into a pack of wolves, staring at him fiercely. These weak mortals used their flesh and blood to build a wall, layer by layer, to surround Le Jing.
Hui Tong had practiced Buddhism for many years and was used to seeing ordinary people being in awe, but this was the first time he had encountered such naked hostility from ordinary people. In the eyes of these people, he was not a noble and holy monk, but a wolf who was the same as the invaders.
The people are the lambs, the officials are the shepherds, the emperor is the master of the world, and they, the monks, are the spectators.
A gentleman is one who watches chess without saying a word. This is also the principle he has always practiced.
He never thought that the docile people could be so brave one day! He also never thought that one day he could become the evil one in the eyes of the people!
Are the people too stupid to be educated, or did he really do something wrong?
"What have Le Jing and the others done wrong?" A clear voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
A young Taoist priest in blue with a face as white as jade stood out from the crowd, walked straight into the middle of the people, and stood in front of Le Jing together with the people.
"Mei Yingliang?" Someone behind him called out his name in surprise.
Mei Yingliang cupped his hands and looked at Hui Tong with burning eyes, "Le Jing just did something I wanted to do but never did, what's wrong with that?"
"If saving people is also a wrong thing, then it only means that the standard for measuring right and wrong is wrong."
Hui Tong met those clear eyes and was not surprised to find that there was the same burning look in them as in Le Jing's.
After a few moments of silence, a monk in yellow robes stepped out from the crowd and stood beside Mei Yingliang.
Hui Tong recognized him as Kong Huan, the direct disciple of his junior brother Hui Wu.
Kong Huan said seriously: "Our Buddha is merciful, but there are times when he is angry. Although the Buddha has given the precept of not killing, it is not killing that cuts off karma. Killing is to save people. He wants to put an end to the suffering of these people as soon as possible, so that they can return to the cycle of reincarnation and reach paradise sooner."
Then came the third person, the fourth person, the fifth person... They stepped out of the crowd in twos and threes, and stood firmly in front of Le Jing, facing the elders from a distance.
They have different personalities and different paths, but the only thing they have in common is that their young faces are all so immature.
But it is precisely because they are green and immature that they will not agree with the various conventional rules of adult society, and will be easily ignited with passion and courage, ready to fight for their beliefs.
It's just because of "Just like the young classmates".
Hui Tong and his companions' silent gazes swept across every young face on the opposite side. They were all geniuses in the sect and had once been the pride of their elders. However, now they stood on opposite sides, clearly divided.
They have their innocent persistence, and we have our mature stubbornness.
This is the boy.
Reckless, childish, naive, rebellious, naughty...
"You evil beasts!" Bai Yuan Zhenren of the Linqing Sect was furious, his hair and beard standing on end: "Do you want me to clean up your sect too?!"
"I have no intention of making the masters angry," Mei Yingliang cupped his hands, with apology in his eyes, but no regret, "I just... don't want to do anything that will make me regret again."
Kong Huan also whispered: "I just... can't just sit there and watch." They clearly had the ability to save people, so why didn't they?
"Okay, okay! You have become too powerful and you think that I really don't dare to clean up the house, right? I will grant your wish now... Master Hui Tong, why are you stopping me?" Master Bai Yuan looked at Hui Tong who suddenly stopped him in surprise.
"…Let them go."
"What did you say?" Master Bai Yuan suspected that he had forgotten to bring his ears when he went out.
Hui Tong sighed and smiled in relief, "I have been cultivating myself and worshipping Buddha for many years, but I don't want to be a demon monk who can't distinguish right from wrong and confuses right and wrong in the eyes of the people."
He waved his hand and turned away, leaving only one sentence that drifted away in the wind, "Let me see how you can make ants shake the sky."
Le Jing leaned forward and said, "Thank you, Master, for your help."
These young people who stayed to support Le Jing and others out of momentary indignation had no idea what kind of waves they would create in Daliang. A magnificent and splendid era was about to begin.
History says that the wrath of the gods was shared by both Buddhism and Taoism.
The author has something to say:
Readers who follow my novel should know that Le Jing’s father is a policeman with a bit of a weirdo personality. However, my first chapter was locked because it smeared the image of public officials. If I want to unlock it, I have to make major changes to the basic settings. But if I don’t, the article will not be allowed to be on the list. I’m having a headache now and can only admit defeat.
So I have to rethink Le Jing's family background_(:з」∠)_
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