Chapter 804 An excessive Buddhist heart is also a demon in one's heart!
Shang Ruyi immediately remembered that when they were leaving the temple together after the Dharma assembly at Dayan Temple, Master Xinzheng had indeed stopped Yuwen Qian at the mountain gate and given him a Buddhist verse. She softly recited: "Few attain Buddhahood, many recite Buddha's name; but after years of recitation, one becomes a demon. If you wish to attain Buddhahood, there are many who are without thought."
Yuwen Ye nodded.
But immediately, as if he had come to his senses, he frowned slightly, glared at Shang Ruyi, and said coldly, "You have a good memory."
Shang Ruyi frowned slightly, wondering why he was being sarcastic at this moment, but she still honestly said, "I have always remembered this verse. I found it very strange at the time. Not only was the verse strange, but what was even stranger was Master Xinzheng. How could someone like him write a verse?"
Yuwen Ye sneered, "Not surprising."
"..."
"You find it strange because this monk is old and ugly, and he is smooth and adept at social maneuvering. He doesn't have the pure and serene demeanor that Buddhist monks should have. So you initially saw him as someone who only knew how to curry favor with the powerful and opportunistic."
"..."
“I don’t know anything about Buddhist doctrines, but I do know the principle of blending in with the world. If he were truly a sycophant who curries favor with the powerful, he wouldn’t have been able to remain the abbot of Dayan Temple and a leader of Buddhism for so many decades.”
"..."
"So, you can imagine him as a very handsome, young, elegant monk dressed in white."
Shang Ruyi's face flushed again, and this time she glared at him fiercely. Yuwen Ye, however, curled his lips and said, "So, do you think that verse he mentioned is worth listening to and pondering?"
"..."
Although she had just glared at him unhappily, Shang Ruyi still thought about it seriously.
Just thinking about it made her ears turn a little red.
That's really true...
Seeing that she looked somewhat embarrassed, Yuwen Ye glared at her again before slowly reciting, "Few become Buddhas, many chant Buddha's name, but after chanting for years, they become demons... Speaking of which, although that old monk is slick, he has a good eye for people. In just one Dharma assembly, he can see through a person and understand many things."
"..."
"It's just that he doesn't understand it thoroughly enough yet."
Shang Ruyi looked up at him. Yuwen Ye's words clearly implied that, compared to a clever and perceptive outsider, he was the one who could see things more clearly. So she asked softly, "And what about you?"
"..."
"If you were to compose this verse, how would you do it?"
"I?"
Yuwen Ye was silent for a moment, then said, "I will do it—there are few who attain Buddhahood but many who chant Buddha's name; even those with inner demons chant Buddha's name to no avail."
"...!"
Shang Ruyi frowned.
Inner demons?
At this moment, she suddenly remembered that when Master Xinzheng finished reciting that verse, Jiang Yu, the half-monk who was also outside the mountain gate and preparing to leave, also heard the verse. At that time, besides laughing, he murmured a sentence. He spoke very softly, so Shang Ruyi did not hear it. But fortunately, Nie Chong, who had "ears that can hear the wind," heard it and told her.
Jiang Yu is right—too much Buddhist compassion is also a form of inner demons!
This perfectly matches what Yuwen Ye said at that moment!
Shang Ruyi felt her heart pounding harder and harder, even making her breathing heavy and rapid. She looked at Yuwen Ye with a serious expression: "You mean—"
Just then, Chang Wan hurriedly walked in from outside, bowed to them, and said, "Your Highness, Your Highness, the carriage is ready. Also, Lord Pei and Lord Shen are waiting outside the palace gate, as if they are preparing to go to the Duke's mansion to offer condolences with Your Highness."
The two immediately exchanged a glance, their expressions becoming serious and solemn.
The death of the Duke of Shenwu was not only a shock to the court, but it could also provoke a strong reaction from the Crown Prince. So it wasn't just the two of them who were troubled by this matter; Shen Wuzheng and Pei Xingyuan were also quite anxious. That's why they came to them at this time to discuss countermeasures.
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi stopped worrying about inner demons and immediately said, "Then let's hurry up and go, it's getting late. But you haven't had dinner yet."
Yuwen Ye had already stood up and waved his hand, saying, "I'll eat it when I get back. I'm not hungry."
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"I've been talking to you for so long just to wait for the two of them. We'd better make some things clear before we get to the Duke's mansion, so we don't make any mistakes in handling things."
Shang Ruyi nodded and stood up, holding onto the edge of the table. Although only a few days had passed, her body felt heavier, and her belly was so big it looked like it might fall off at any moment. Yuwen Ye looked at her with a solemn expression, noting that even walking was much more difficult than before, and said softly, "It will be fine after this storm passes."
Shang Ruyi looked at him helplessly: "When people gather like the sea, how can there be no waves?"
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Ye was slightly taken aback. After a moment's thought, he gave a wry smile.
He knew all too well that life is full of ups and downs, especially for someone like him who was at the center of power. It could be said that from childhood to adulthood, he had been fully prepared to face all the storms.
However, even someone as clear-headed and calm as himself has moments of weakness, hoping for a moment of calm in his life so that Shang Ruyi can have some peace. But he doesn't think his weakness is unbearable, or rather, every man hopes to have such a vulnerability—a wife he loves and who loves him, a child who embodies their hopes and expectations for an early birth. Who wouldn't want such a vulnerability?
He sighed inwardly, then said, "Alright, let's go."
Shang Ruyi nodded, and the two straightened their clothes again before walking out together.
Just as she reached the entrance of Qianqiu Palace, a cool night breeze blew by, making Shang Ruyi's chest, which had been feeling heavy due to her earlier somber mood, feel much better. She suddenly turned to look at Yuwen Ye: "Actually, men are the same."
"Um?"
Yuwen Ye was taken aback, wondering why she had suddenly blurted out such a sentence. Shang Ruyi replied to him in a serious tone, "It's not just women who add superficial benefits to handsome men; don't men do the same?"
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"I've heard those legends since I was a child, and there are quite a few men who have encountered women who were actually fox spirits and had them by their side. Isn't that just your wishful thinking, men?"
"..."
Yuwen Ye looked at her, speechless for a moment, and after a long silence he chuckled and said, "You really don't want to suffer a loss."
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