The Zen King of Wanchanyuan never kills any living being.
His name is Situ Jiyuan. It's not that he's unworthy, it's that he doesn't want to kill. He divided the porridge with his own hands, and there was an old scar from the tiger's mouth to the palm of his hand. He promulgated the "Ci Ling", which established no borders, no food and grass, and accepted all refugees, prisoners of war, and enemy civilians.
The court was going crazy. The people called him the Living Buddha.
Then one day, word began to spread that Zen King's Buddha's heart had been stolen.
The refugees say that mercy is gone. The caravan said there was a thief. The nobles said that King Zen had lost his way. No one has ever seen what the Buddha's heart looks like, but everyone is talking about it.
It was at this time that Wei Guiyan came.
Doctors have traveled a long way carrying an old medicine bag. Coming to Wanchanyuan is not to seek Buddha, nor is it a pilgrimage. She just wanted to see if there was anyone in power in the world who didn't need to weigh human lives.
She saw it.
Outside the porridge shed, the monk was dividing the porridge, and the old scars were buried in the mud. At the Dharma assembly, the monk sat high, his plain robe unwrinkled. In the dark night, a piece of yellow paper was slipped under the door.
She slowly understood - there was no thief. No one steals.
It was those who had been saved, those who begged for life, those who believed in him, and those who protected him. Each of them took his own justice and wiped out the excess mercy with one mouthful.
He's not crazy, he's not bad, he's not amnesiac. Every step is clear. At every step, you can only choose the lighter one from two mistakes. In order to save people, she also learned to calculate. Calculate one hundred thousand people or three thousand people, who deserves to live.
They love each other. But he didn't dare to get close. The closer the sin is, the greater the sin.
The incense is still strong and the statues are still real. Only the fragment of the first generation that was enshrined still contained a line that no one dared to read.
This way can be taught to others, but cannot be restrained by oneself
