Lin Yi returned the Buddhist scripture in his hand to the bookshelf. If the Great Chan Temple had not fallen on hard times, where would there have been an inheritance left for others?
Once the Great Chan Temple fell, the first to gorge themselves was the Great Qian court. Great Qian now had talk of a flourishing age, but if the court had no money, what could it use to create a peaceful and prosperous era?
As the saying went, one would rather be a dog in a peaceful age than a human in a chaotic one.
From this saying alone, one could understand how important a powerful dynasty and a peaceful, prosperous age were to the common people at the bottom of society.
In that sense, the Great Chan Temple had made a tremendous sacrifice for all living beings under heaven. It could even be said to have delivered all sentient beings from suffering.
Although the monks of the Great Chan Temple were very unwilling.
That was why, no matter which world one lived in, one had to study hard and make progress every day.
One had to strive to become part of the overall situation. At the very least, one had to catch hold of the tail of the prevailing tide. Otherwise, one might be forced to make sacrifices like the monks of the Great Chan Temple someday.
"Old Tu, you've put all these books—classics, histories, philosophical works, collected writings, Buddhist scriptures, and so on—together without sorting them at all. I'm afraid they'll be difficult to find when someone wants to read them." Lin Yi smiled as he looked at the old fox beside him.
"About that, this old one actually doesn't know very much. I don't understand book classification very well either."
As Old Tu spoke, a