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Chapter 372 The so-called 'Way of the Saint'

Since Zhang Xinghuai witnessed his master being assassinated, he has understood that everything in the world must be controlled by oneself, and relying on outsiders will eventually be unreliable.

So before building his own temple, the first thing he thought about was his own strength. At first, he thought he could change anything after entering the country. But after completing the immigration, he realized that he was just a frog in the well. But just to enter the country, he needed to use all his strength. It's impossible.

As for divine magic, he had thought about it, but he had only thought about it. His purpose was to get rid of divine magic and he did not want to turn himself into a slave of power and belief.

Then, the only way he knows is the saints of the 'Jiminhui'.

The old man in front of him was a member of the 'Jiminhui'. He and Guan Xi planned the fight between the four monks of the Third Realm. Originally, the two would part ways when the matter was over, but this man suddenly proposed to stay, and He also invited him to join the Jimin Society. He would come to him from time to time and preach to him the greatness of the saints of the Jimin Society.

Unlike those priests and priests in the imperial court, who could not be separated from the so-called believers and beliefs in two sentences. He only described the greatness of the saints. The greatness he described did not lie in the strength of strength, but in the level of thought. The saints and people he mentioned were The saints described in the 'humane' world are pretty much the same.

This made Zhang Xinghuai a little confused. He wondered why there were so-called "bigots" since saints are representatives of wisdom, integrity, honesty, tolerance, benevolence, humility and other noble thoughts.

The old man told him that the moral character of a saint is for all things, not for 'people' in particular!

This is completely contrary to the 'humanity' that Zhang Xinghuai believes in, so he has been hesitant until now, but the old man told him that the saint does not care about the so-called 'humanity' or 'the way of heaven'.

After Zhang Xinghuai said his request, the old man was not surprised or happy. When he was about to speak, Zhang Xinghuai asked: "We have known each other for a long time, and I still don't know your name?"

He took a sip of tea and glanced at Zhang Xinghuai, "When dealing with them, as long as you give them what they want, you will get what you want. Nothing else matters. Your kid has already sent someone to negotiate with them, right? "

"You can call me Ming Kong."

Mingkong's words contained a warning, "If you think so, then give up your thoughts on practicing the way of a saint as soon as possible."

Zhang Xinghuai listened carefully.

"Perhaps you think it is very easy for us to obtain power? It seems that as long as we serve the so-called saint in your imagination, we can obtain unparalleled power for free!"

Mingkong picked up the teapot and filled Zhang Xinghuai's empty cup with tea. He then slowed down when pouring tea for himself and said: "I did spend some time in the Vajra Temple a long time ago. The Dharma they pursue is actually It is a good path, but they add too many shackles to themselves, and if they practice their Buddha for too long, they will become twisted. It cannot be cultivated without great wisdom."

"And I have been stupid since I was a child and could not develop great wisdom, so I came out early."

When Mingkong said this, the teacup in front of him was filled with tea. He put down the teapot, held the teacup with both hands, stared at Zhang Xinghuai and said: "As for those monks in the snowy area, they are cultivating themselves. That requires greater wisdom. Come out, there are only a few people who have realized the truth."

After that, he put down the tea cup, exhaled a breath and said: "The way of the saint is actually the way in your heart. The way in your heart perfectly fits the word 'balance', which is the balance of spirituality, the balance of human nature and the balance of heaven and earth. "

Zhang Xinghuai smiled and said: "You are really interesting. That's not what you said before. Why did you arouse other people's thoughts and immediately change your face?"

"gollum"

"Mingkong? Why is it similar to the names of those monks in the Vajra Temple?"

Zhang Xinghuai stared at the old man's bald head and asked uncertainly: "You are not really a monk from the Vajra Temple, are you?" He smiled and joked: "Just in time, help me take a trip to the snowy area and help me negotiate with those monks. How about a little while?"

This was a subconscious joke on his part. As an upright disciple of Xuanmen, he certainly knew that practice in the world was never simple. The simpler things were, sometimes the higher the price was.

Mingkong just chuckled but didn't explain.

Zhang Xinghuai picked up the teacup and asked, "What do I need to pay?"

Mingkong shook his head, "You don't need to pay anything. Just understand what you want in your heart, understand your way, and then keep executing it. Never look back. Once you look back... all your previous efforts will be wasted!" "What do you mean?"

"Literally, you know the way of a saint better than I do. If you want to cultivate the 'way of humanity', just keep going. Once your heart is shaken even a little bit, then you will lose everything you have gained."

Zhang Xinghuai understood. He looked up at the sky, where heavy snow was still falling, and whispered, "Is this the price?"

"Yes!"

"Then using this power to cover the wind and snow is also a practice?"

"cough cough"

Mingkong choked on her tea, then shook her head and looked at Zhang Xinghuai.

Zhang Xinghuai looked like he couldn't help but joke. After Mingkong calmed down, he asked again: "Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

"It is very important not to destroy the balance. Of course, if you can convince yourself that everything you do is to maintain balance, then you can do whatever you want. But many things are easy to convince others, but extremely difficult to convince yourself, even if you If you slack off even a little bit, you will be punished.”

Zhang Xinghuai couldn't help but ask: "So the bigots just want to do whatever they want, and that's why they drive themselves crazy?"

Mingkong did not continue this topic. He maintained his previous expression and continued: "Don't think this matter is very simple. Let me give you a metaphor. If you see someone doing evil and kill them out of resentment, if you can't convince yourself, Or when you learn the truth and find out that the person who was beaten is the one who deserves to die, then you are finished."

"... "

Zhang Xinghuai was startled when he heard this, and then said: "Even if I kill the wrong person, I will not give up. I have greater faith!"

"it is good!"

Mingkong was very satisfied with Zhang Xinghuai's answer, "It was because of your persistence in humanity that we had a heart-to-heart talk here today." After saying that, he looked at Zhang Xinghuai very seriously and asked, "Are you ready? "

"Now?"

"Yes, the saint exists in your heart, all you need is an introduction!"

"Is this what you call a saint?"

Zhang Xinghuai looked like he had encountered a liar.

Mingkong stood up, stared at Zhang Xinghuai without any explanation, and asked, "Are you ready?"

Zhang Xinghuai also stood up, suppressing all the questions in his heart and nodded.

Mingkong stopped talking. He stretched out his finger and placed it between his eyebrows. A bright light suddenly lit up from his eyebrows. This bright light touched Zhang Xinghuai's eyebrows in an instant.

When Zhang Xinghuai's eyebrows came into contact with the bright light, he felt his eyelids were numb. The next moment, his consciousness seemed to leave his body, sinking to the Nine Nether Hells, and ascending to the starry sky.

Just as his thoughts were wandering, his consciousness came to a hall with bright light.

(End of this chapter)