Monks Must Not Kill Indiscriminately? Only Sending the Whole Family Together Counts as Compassion!

Xie Linyuan was stunned, and the fingers that were fiddling with the prayer beads slowed down.

Gu Moran stood up, walked to Xie Linyuan's prayer mat with her hands behind her back, looked down at him, and said in a voice full of regret:

"Those Wa wives who deeply loved their husbands, and the toddlers who had just learned to call their fathers..."

Overnight, the pillar of their family was gone, and their home was destroyed!

In the decades that followed, the orphaned mother and her child suffered oppression and hunger in this chaotic world.

Day and night, they suffered tormented by loneliness, despair, and deep-seated hatred; it was a state of being unable to live and unable to die.

Living like this is a hundred times worse than being in the Avīci Hell!

He paused, leaned down to look Xie Linyuan in the eyes, and lowered his voice to say...

What's even more terrifying?

They were five- or six-year-old children!

They watched their mother weep every day, and when they grew up, they learned that their biological father and the emperor had both died because of Great Yan and Goryeo!

What kind of demons will be planted in their hearts?

They will surely endure hardship and hone their swordsmanship, and ten or twenty years later, they will transform into the most ruthless assassins, cross the sea to infiltrate the Goryeo royal palace, and assassinate Princess Seon-a under the cover of night!

The moment the words "assassinate Kim Seon-a " were uttered,

Xie Linyuan's fingers, which were fiddling with the prayer beads, suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Kim Seon-a is his only weakness and obsession in this life!

"No, it won't..."

Xie Linyuan's breathing became rapid, and he tilted his head back to defend himself.

"After the war... after the war, this humble monk may not return to the Western Regions!"

This humble monk will remain outside Heian-kyō, setting up an altar and chanting sutras day and night to pray for the souls of the fallen samurai, and to use Buddhist teachings to influence the orphans to lay down their weapons, so that they may be grateful for our mercy in sparing their lives!

"Foolish!"

Brother Xie, you're absolutely foolish!

Gu Moran his head repeatedly, his face showing a look of disappointment and frustration.

"Throughout history, the hatred for the murderer of one's father has been irreconcilable, and there have been countless stories of descendants enduring hardship and biding their time to avenge their fathers."

"What blood feud could be resolved by a mere Buddhist scripture?"

Gu Moran forward, his right hand gripping Xie Linyuan's broad shoulder tightly, and he said, enunciating each word clearly:

"In the end, Brother Xie, your Buddhist heart is not perfect enough!"

You spared those women, children, and infants not for their own good, but simply because you cared about your own reputation for not killing women and children and were afraid of getting involved in this enormous karmic debt!

For the sake of your own reputation, how could you bear to leave Seon-a with endless assassination threats, and let tens of thousands of orphans and widows suffer endless torment in the mortal world!

This huge accusation of "selfishness, greed for fame, and harming Kim Seon-a " has been slapped on...

Xie Linyuan was struck dumb, sitting blankly on the futon, his face deathly pale, and looked up to ask:

"Your Highness... what do you mean by that?"

"In Your Highness's opinion, what should this humble monk do to demonstrate true compassion?"

Gu Moran released his shoulder, turned around, put his hands behind his back, looked at the dark night outside the door, and sighed deeply, his tone filled with extreme compassion:

Brother Xie, what is the greatest happiness in life?

Nothing is better than a family being together, neat and complete.

"Since the royal family and samurai in Heian-kyō are destined to die..."

Their parents, wives, and children also suffered greatly in this world, and when they grew up, they would bring further misfortune upon Seon-a and create boundless karmic debts for themselves.

Brother Xie, since you cultivate the Mahayana Buddhist path, why be so cruel?

"Why leave those innocent women, children, and infants to suffer alone in the world?"

Gu Moran slowly turned his head, the candlelight illuminating his gentle profile.

"Why don't we show some real compassion and send their whole family on their way safely and peacefully!"

Just imagine, when you reach the Yellow Springs or the Bridge of Bridge of Helplessness, the husband won't have to worry about his wife being humiliated in the mortal world, and the young children can hold their parents' hands and keep each other company. The whole family can go to drink Meng Po's soup in a lively atmosphere and be reborn directly into a peaceful and prosperous world in the next life!

This not only spared Seon-a from future troubles, but also ended their lifelong torment.

this,

Isn't this the supreme and ultimate perfection and liberation in Buddhism?!

The main room was deathly silent.

Kim Seon-a held a long sword in her hand, staring wide-eyed at Gu Moran, who stood beside the main seat with a devout and compassionate expression.

Gu Moli, lying on the soft couch, even forgot to put the orange segments in her hand into her mouth. The way she looked at her brother was as if she were looking at a living Yama who had crawled out of the Netherworld.

Sitting on the futon, Xie Linyuan felt a loud buzzing in his mind.

His shattered Zen mind, which he had forcibly rebuilt after being destroyed by Gu Moran in the Dengzhou Grand Camp, was completely cracked open by this twisted logic that turned "extermination of the entire family and massacre of the city" into "Buddhist reunion and great salvation."

"The whole family... all together..."

"On the road to the underworld... let's hold hands and be reborn into a good family... to spare Seon-a from future troubles..."

Xie Linyuan sat there blankly, his lips trembling, repeatedly chewing on those few words.

Gradually,

A terrifying crimson-gold light and dense blood vessels surged in his once clear and gentle eyes.

The precept against killing and the obsession with protecting that had plagued him for most of his life strangely merged into one at this moment!

A moment later,

Xie Linyuan suddenly stood up from the futon.

He straightened his blood-stained monk's robe, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to Gu Moran!

"Amitabha!"

When Xie Linyuan raised his head again, his face held a chilling fervor and devotion, and his voice was hoarse yet incredibly loud.

"This humble monk has been practicing asceticism for twenty years. Previously, I was obsessed with the Hinayana Buddhist principle of not killing women and children, which almost harmed Princess Seon-a and plunged the entire city into suffering!"

Today, after receiving the Prince's enlightening guidance, this humble monk has finally achieved complete understanding.

"Truly understand what the wrathful gaze of Vajra truly means, and what the great compassion of the Buddhist perfection truly is!"

He suddenly turned around, grabbed the Nine-Turn Golden Wheel leaning against the wall, and strode out of the main hall.

The night wind billowed his wide monk's robes. Xie Linyuan looked up towards Heian-kyō in the east, the golden wheel in his hand emitting a piercing hum, as he solemnly uttered his vow, word by word:

"Two days later, the horses will trample Heian-kyō; this humble monk will willingly endure the flames of hell."

I personally escorted the Takaichi Imperial Clan and all the samurai of the city, young and old, to meet Buddha in perfect order!

Not a single chicken or dog will be spared!