Chapter 897 - Solving Problems (1/2)

In the USA, Black Robe’s Villa.

When Black Robe hurried back home, he witnessed a scene that stunned him.

He saw that the white-faced monk was preaching the Dharma Sutra to an old white servant who was responsible for cleaning the villa.

“Almsgiver, the more chaotic the world is, the more important it is to cultivate one’s mind. Only when the mind is pure, one can survive all crisis.”

Following that, a passage from the Dharma Sutra was recited.

The old white man looked dubious and although this monk was very strange, the common sense of the Mysterious Era told him that this monk was definitely not an ordinary person.

He knew what kind of place this villa was — it was a gathering place for powerhouses.

So the monk who appeared here would naturally be a powerhouse too.

Although he did not understand what the monk was saying, he still listened attentively and did not argue at the fact that he was actually a believer of the Lord of Heaven.

Moreover, despite not understanding it, the old white man felt much more relaxed after he listened to the passage. As if he was freed from certain dangers, he relished the sense of freedom that could only be felt a long time ago.

“Thank you, thank you, master.” He put his palms together, bowed and thanked him with the only Chinese phrase he knew.

Black Robe watched for a while, waiting until the old white man had left before he walked over to the monk.

“Master, how are you feeling now?” he said in a complicated tone.

The white-faced monk smiled. “I feel good. People here are much purer than the people from the Upper Realm, and they are much easier to proselytize too…”

“Er…” Black Robe was fuming after he heard that but he did not dare to show it. So, he could only endure it as he said with great patience, “Master, now all parties are rapidly developing and they all have the desire to dominate this world while you, on the other hand, spend your precious time on proselytizing people. It’s too wasteful. That stupid guy just now only asked for adequate food, warm clothing, and safety. He’s short-sighted and has low intelligence. He’s basically useless.”

“Oh, Almsgiver, you’re too fixated on the external world. Haste makes waste and proselytizing people is a cultivation itself. If you proselytized all living beings, you’ll naturally become a Buddha,” the white-faced monk said gently.

Black Robe finally understood the Monkey King’s feelings as told in the mythical story, Journey to the West. 1 Originally, his master was brave and daring; he had a clear goal and was focused on becoming a saint. Every day, if he was not investigating science, he would be exploring cultivation or laying out the future, not wasting even a second.

Now, this monk was here proselytizing people, spending a full ten minutes reciting the sutra for an old man who would die tomorrow.

He patiently persuaded, “Master, you’ve already reached the realm of Buddha. Now, your goal is the Saint Realm. The positions of Saints in the Upper Realm are already fully occupied, but this world is newly created. It’s a rare opportunity for you to get an entitlement so you should work hard towards the path of becoming a Saint.”

“Almsgiver, you’re too obsessed with these materialistic things. You should learn to let go. The Saint or the Buddha is nothing but an illusion. Only when the heart is at ease, it’s real.” The white-faced monk shook his head.

Upon hearing that, if the person in front of him was not his master, Black Robe would have picked up the mop next to him and swung it at the monk.

It would be fine if he only looked down on the Buddha, but the Saint was a symbol of indestructibility. When the Upper Realm perished, all gods thought that they could not escape until, in the end, they discovered that the cosmic world, Earth could be sneaked over.

At the thought of it, he was certain that this had been planned as a retreat route by the Saints since early on.

Even if a great calamity affects the whole universe, it would not threaten the presence of Saints, proving their invincibility.

Yet this monk did not think greatly of the position of Saints…

If other people said that, it could be said that they were merely jealous about not being a Saint and reaping its benefits. However, he is the first person in the universe who has the opportunity of becoming a Saint!

Now, the other party looked as if he wanted to give up. If it was not for the fact that Black Robe’s loyalty was carved into his bones, he would have abandoned him.

It is no surprise that in past history, the unambitious monarchs were often betrayed by their subordinates. If there was no will to attain greater heights, who would want to follow your lead?

Black Robe said with great patience, “Master, not becoming a Saint is ultimately unfounded. All those gods may seem to be superior, but to the Saints, they’re just like chess pieces. Only by becoming a Saint can you surpass everything, attaining true freedom and relief.”

“Oh, what can Saints do? They’re still bound by the heavens and earth, and they still have to follow the path that was laid down for them. Almsgiver, you have all the Five Poisons 2 — greed, hatred, delusion, arrogance, and doubt. Sooner or later, you will face calamity. I have a few Buddhist scriptures here that can resolve this issue and hopefully, Almsgiver can study it.” The white-faced monk shook his head as he pulled out two Buddhist scriptures from his sleeves.

Black Robe took them reluctantly. He then flipped the scriptures open to see that one was titled “Great Difficulty Scripture” and the other was “Great Wisdom Scripture”. They were written by his master before he became a devil.

Before his master chose to become a devil, he already reached the realm of “Buddha” so naturally, he could write Buddhist scriptures.