It is impossible for a monk who can become a politician to be as low-key as he usually appears.
As expected, after laughing, Mi Jing sighed softly: "Mi Jing is very clear about his position in the king's heart. The king does not believe in Buddha or Tao Jun. As a Buddhist disciple, Mi Jing is probably still a burden in the king's eyes. The king is willing to put aside his prejudice and talk to me, not because of my position in the king's heart, but because of Mr. Xiao's position in the king's heart."
Xiao Rong pursed his lips and listened to his words. After a while, he said, "No matter whose status it is, at least the king has made a change. This is what really matters, isn't it?"
Mi Jing nodded, but when he spoke, he changed the subject: "Changing because of one person is only a superficial change. The root cause of the king's various behaviors is that person. If that person changes one day, or the relationship between the king and him changes, will the king return to his old ways?"
Xiao Rong lowered his eyes and smiled meaningfully, "No. Because everything is not black and white. The king has changed because of one person, but he will get a lot of feedback in the process of change. People spend their entire lives moving up. The things above are not only power, but also wealth, love, pleasure, etc. The king has experienced what it means to be in the hearts of the people. He can't go back to the state of being against the will of the people. He can't stand it."
Ya Jing: "Maybe so, but in my opinion, the king doesn't seem to care so much about the people's hearts. He cares more about the hearts of those around him."
Xiao Rong raised his eyelids and smiled at Mi Jing: "This is just right. The people around the king now are all kind-hearted people who care about him and the people."
Mi Jing pulled the corner of his lips slightly. He did not dare to agree with this statement. He had been observing the Zhenbei Army for so long, and even Gao Xunzhi, who had the best reputation, seemed to be running only for the King of Zhenbei.
Not to mention Yu Shaoxie, this man simply placed his ambitions in the Zhenbei Army.
Upon closer inspection, only Xiao Rong really cares about the people. Most people might think that Xiao Rong is really good and an absolute good man. However, when Mi Jing looked at Xiao Rong, the temperature in his eyes gradually grew colder.
"Mr. Xiao, what I said that night was from my heart. I really don't think you will be in danger in Jinling. But if you continue to act like this, I'm afraid you won't live for many more years."
Xiao Rong was stunned. He could hear the coldness in Mi Jing's tone. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you worried about me, or are you disappointed in me?"
Mi Jing paused for a moment, then spoke again: "I can't say I'm worried or disappointed. I was originally a person who lived outside the world. Now that I've chosen to enter the world, I can't help but look at my surroundings from the perspective of a person who lives outside the world. Young Master Xiao is kind-hearted and compassionate. What you did was for the King of Zhenbei and for the people. But Mi Jing wants to advise Young Master Xiao that if you really want to do it for the good of the people, don't do it again in the future."
Xiao Rong stared at Mi Jing's face, but Mi Jing had a face like a bodhisattva. Apart from compassion, he had no other emotions. It was impossible to tell what he meant. Xiao Rong had no choice but to ask him, "Please explain in detail, Buddhist."
After a moment of silence, Mi Jing said, "Short-term charity is not charity, but torture."
Xiao Rong: “…”
Perhaps all monks have this problem. They can explain things in detail, but they don't. They just tell you to figure it out. Fortunately, Xiao Rong has a quick mind and understood Mi Jing's meaning in a short while. If it were someone else, it would probably take them several days to figure it out. ...
Mi Jing said that he put all his energy into improving the lives of the people, but this was only a short-term charity. Once he was assassinated by someone he had offended, the people would go from having food to having no food to eat. After experiencing having food to eat and then going back to having no food to eat, the people would be even more miserable, and it would be better if they had never experienced it.
So after all, Mi Jing advised him not to be so radical anymore, to pay more attention to the interests of other classes, and even for the sake of the common people, to take good care of those in the upper class so that they would not do anything extreme.
Xiao Rong fell silent. After a while, he smiled again and said, "Buddhists should have heard a saying, 'It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.' I am not giving alms for a short time. I am not even giving alms. What I want is for all walks of life to flourish everywhere and for every household to leave their homes. Now I teach them skills, and in the future they will use this skill to give me feedback. I want them to support themselves until they become stronger and stronger, and even support the entire earth."
As he said this, he placed the wooden board in front of Mi Jing and said, "This is one of the skills I want to teach you."
Mi Jing picked up the uneven wooden board. He only took a glance and understood what it was: "Is this... a word?"
Xiao Rong smiled just as flamboyantly, "Yes, carve the book on the wood board, apply ink once and then print it on paper. In this way, I can print hundreds of books a day, and I will sell these books. Common people, wealthy families, anyone with money can come and buy them. I will accept no one."
Mi Jing's hand gently brushed across the relief above. After a while, he looked at Xiao Rong and said, "You are seeking your own death."
Xiao Rong smiled even more ostentatiously: "Prime Minister Gao said the same thing. If I tell more people about this, I'm afraid they will react the same way. But some things are imperative and cannot be stopped just because there are obstacles ahead. There are some things I can't even tell Prime Minister Gao, but I can tell you, because I know you and I are the same kind of people. We are both wandering in this world, both involved in it and out of it. We want to change everything, but we can't do it for various reasons."
Mi Jing looked at him silently.
Xiao Rong asked, "Isn't what I said right? Others say that the Buddhist went to India to find new scriptures, but I think that the Buddhist wanted to find a way to save the world. I think the Buddhist also saw that the reason why the king went to pick up the Buddhist was because I asked for it. There are all kinds of people in the Zhenbei Army, but they lack a person from the outside world. People from the outside world don't care about family background. In his eyes, all people are the same. This coincides with my opinion. Many people can't understand some of the things I do, but people from the outside world can understand. In the past month or so, I have never asked the Buddhist to do anything. I am also waiting, waiting for the Buddhist to finally figure it out and finally stop staying in this place with a tentative attitude. I just don't know what the Buddhist has figured out. Does he think that the king is hopeless and I am reckless, or does he think that the king still has some merits, and I have touched the Buddhist's true heart to some extent?"
Mi Jing: “…”
He revealed some of his true nature to Xiao Rong, with the original intention of letting Xiao Rong know him and making him more cautious. Even he couldn't figure out what kind of personality he had after being with him for such a long time, so he should be even more wary of outsiders.
He wanted to teach Xiao Rong that there is always someone better than you, but in the end he became the one being taught.
It was obvious that Xiao Rong had long known that he was no simple man. He had invited him not just to preach but to be his assistant. He was the one who unfolded the chessboard, but he ended up at a disadvantage.
But he couldn't feel angry. Firstly, he was not an easily angry person. Secondly, Xiao Rong knew him so well, which made him feel very shocked and nostalgic.
Ever since the Hu people broke through the Yanmen Pass, he has always been a Buddhist who shoulders responsibilities. Others salute him, bow to him, and are in awe of him, but no one will be able to see through his heart like his master did back then.
Exhaling slowly, Mi Jing looked at Xiao Rong. He did not answer his question. Since things had come to this point, there was no need to beat around the bush. He asked directly, "Mr. Xiao, do you want me to help you with anything?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Rong smiled sincerely. The fact that he could ask him this meant that the Buddhist disciple's attitude had finally softened. "We'll talk about the future later. For now, I hope that the Buddhist disciple can sort out the scriptures and hand them over to the carving craftsmen, so that they can print a few Buddhist scriptures first."
First use the Buddhist scriptures to withstand the thunder, and when the storm passes, print out the classics, history, and collections.
Mi Jing nodded. This was a trivial matter. As a Buddhist, promoting Buddhist scriptures was what he should do.
However, when he got up to get the Buddhist scriptures, he remembered what Xiao Rong had said before: let's talk about the future later.
Mi Jing: “…………”
He suddenly had a bad feeling.
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