Mi Jing was silent for a moment, then said, "All living beings suffer. Buddhism is a pure place, but not a place of bliss. Monks can only do their best, but they cannot save everyone."
Xiao Rong chuckled: "Doesn't that violate the four words that all living beings are equal? Who decides who to save and who not to save? When making this decision, if one life is saved and one life is ignored, does that count as killing a life?"
Mi Jing pursed his lips slightly and did not answer immediately, but his hands suddenly moved and he began to twist the Buddhist beads.
Xiao Rong kept his expression unchanged, but laughed in his heart.
It’s hard to explain. This is a world-class problem that may not be answered even if human beings become extinct.
Xiao Rong sighed, looking like he was reminiscing about the past: "I once left home to study."
Qu Yunmie had been listening to their conversation with a frown on his brows, but when he heard what was happening, his ears perked up and he even turned his head to look at Xiao Rong. He had almost never heard Xiao Rong mention his past.
Xiao Rong: "...I have been studying abroad for eight years and have met many people, including my mentors. One of my mentors once asked me a question. A frightened horse is running rampant in a busy city. The road is narrow and there are children playing on both sides. I must choose a direction, otherwise the children on both sides will die under the horse's hooves. Now, there are three children wearing brocade clothes on the left and one child wearing linen clothes on the right. If I were a Buddhist, what would I choose?"
This train problem that was improved by Xiao Rong made Mi Jing choke. The child was innocent, and it would be wrong to choose either side. If he chose the left, Xiao Rong would definitely say that he didn't care about the lower-class people, and if he chose the right, Xiao Rong would say that he didn't care about the lives of more people.
Mi Jing could see that Xiao Rong was just trying to make things difficult for him, but he was also a genius and he would not allow himself to fail to answer this question.
Mi Jing's brows were slightly furrowed, and his face was full of solemnity. He was indeed thinking seriously about how to answer.
But he never expected that Xiao Rong didn't want him to answer at all. When he found that he seemed to have some ideas, he immediately interrupted him: "It seems that this question is really difficult to answer. I can't think of the answer for a while. King, if it were you, what would you choose?"
Qu Yunmie was stunned. He didn't expect that he would have something to do here. He blinked and blurted out, "Stand up and break the neck of the fierce horse. You don't have to choose which direction to go."
Xiao Rong smiled knowingly, he knew Qu Yunmie would say that.
Lifting his eyelids, he looked at the Buddhist again: "Buddhist, have you heard it? This is the king's answer. In front of a rampaging horse, only a stronger force can curb it. Now, whether it is you, me, the king, or anyone else in this world, standing in the bustling city of this era, some people are thinking about how to save the child on the left, and some are thinking about how to save the child on the right. I think that Buddhists who believe in the equality of all beings should agree with the king's solution to save everyone."
Mi Jing: “…”
It turned out that she was waiting for him here.
He lowered his eyes and whispered, "It's easy to rescue children in the busy city, but it's not so easy to rescue the miserable people in the world. Mr. Xiao used a question to replace the original with the fake one, but Mi Jing can't use this answer to cover up the truth."
Xiao Rong: “…”
He pursed his lips, knowing that Mi Jing was really difficult to persuade, so he had to use his trump card.
Staring at Mi Jing, he straightened his back slightly and said something earth-shattering: "At the latest by the end of next year or the beginning of the year after, Sun Renluan will die."
Ya Jing opened his eyes wide and looked at him in shock.
Qu Yunmie was actually also shocked, but looking at Mi Jing, he made himself act as if this matter was not worth mentioning.
Mi Jing looked at Xiao Rong, who looked calm, and then looked at Qu Yunmie, who also looked calm. He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Xiao, are you kidding?"
Xiao Rong smiled: "Who dares to joke about such a big thing? Sun Renluan can be considered a hero in this chaotic world. It's a pity that he is in Nanyong and has too many people and things to worry about. Besides, not everyone is grateful to him."
Xiao Rong's tone in the last sentence was a little strange, as if he was emphasizing something. Mi Jing looked at him in surprise and doubt, not daring to believe what he said, nor daring to disbelieve it.
If Sun Renluan died, Nanyong would immediately fall into chaos. The young emperor was supported by Sun Renluan, and his identity was actually a bit problematic. Many people were unwilling to recognize him as their emperor. Mi Jing originally wanted to assist the young emperor. After all, he was young, and if he was taught more, he might become a wise ruler who could turn the tide.
But the emperor's uncle cannot die. If he dies, Mi Jing really doesn't think he can protect the little emperor.
Mi Jing was brainstorming here, and he didn't notice Xiao Rong took out a few things from his sleeves. When he finally came to his senses, there was a row of strange objects on the table. ... What are these?
Xiao Rong was unpacking a paper package and found Mi Jing staring at him blankly. Xiao Rong smiled and introduced him, "This thing is called coal. It is a stone dug out from the ground. It can burn. A fist-sized piece of coal can burn for two hours. If it is made into coal balls, it can burn for six hours. There are so many mountains of such coal in Zhenbei Army that it can't be used up in several lifetimes, let alone a lifetime."
The coal he brought was only as big as a baby's fist. It was just delivered from Pingcheng a few days ago. Xiao Rong turned around and stretched out his hand to Qu Yunmie: "My king, can you lend me the fire starter?"
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He silently took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve.
Throwing the coal into the ceramic bowl of the inn, Xiao Rong lit the coal. Seeing that the black stone actually emitted a red light, Mi Jing's pupils shrank.
Qu Yunmie raised his eyes nonchalantly, and seeing the ignorant look of the Buddhist disciple, he felt rather disdainful, but he forgot how he had burned one piece after another before, waking himself up in the middle of the night due to the heat. …
Xiao Rong continued to point to the next one: "This is a blueprint, called a fire bed. Liaodong and Liaoxi counties have had fire beds for a long time, but the one I drew is more sophisticated. The arrangement of the flue is more reasonable, and there is no need to keep the stove burning all the time. You can cook a meal in the evening and sleep well until dawn with the residual heat from the flue."
The next one: "This is a method of composting to increase crop yields."
"This is a method for drying salt. The salt at the seashore is inexhaustible. Once the salt is dried successfully, the price of salt can be reduced."
"After the price of salt drops, this method of pickling vegetables will come in handy. Nowadays, most pickled vegetables are pickled vegetables. Although they are still edible, the taste is a bit worse. Vegetables pickled with salt can maintain their original appearance and taste better."
Mi Jing opened his mouth slightly, and was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. At this time, Xiao Rong handed over the paper bag in his hand. He had opened the paper bag for a while, and he told Mi Jing: "Please feel this powder, Buddhist."
Mi Jing was stunned, raised one hand and gently touched the black thing in the paper bag.
When he touched it, he was shocked because the powder was hot.
Xiao Rong saw his expression and laughed, "This thing... let's call it hot powder. It's cold when it's wrapped, but hot when it's opened. You can use it anytime you want. I don't plan to make it public or sell it to the people. Ordinary people don't need it, and they don't know how to use it. Besides, the formula is a bit expensive, and the people may not be able to afford it. So I plan to keep it for the Zhenbei Army. If you carry a pack of this with you, even in the severe winter, you won't have your hands and feet frozen. The Zhenbei Army is no longer afraid of the severe cold. Who can stop them?"
At this moment, Qu Yunmie and Mi Jing's expressions were synchronized. They both stared at Xiao Rong blankly. Mi Jing was the first to react and asked him anxiously, "This item is not for sale or public release, so what about the rest..."
Xiao Rong: "Except for coal, I will make the rest public. When the amount of coal mined increases, I will try to sell it. The rough coal briquettes will be sold at a low price, and the high-quality coal blocks will be sold at a high price. Buddhists should understand what I mean."
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