Lu Zhishen's Monologues About Past and Future Life

Lu Zhishen said: The compassionate dojo under the iron Zen staff Dear readers, please listen to the ups and downs of the Sa family in this half life. Some people say that I am a reckless man who uproots weeping willows, but they don't know that beneath this rough skin is a compassion that is more turbulent than the tide of the Qiantang River. When I killed Zhen Guanxi with three punches, I was not acting recklessly. Jin Cuilian's cry was like a steel needle piercing my heart - there are too many cannibals in this world, if you don't even dare to swing your fist, what kind of upright man can you be? But if you look carefully, I first took out five taels of silver, then moved a stool and sat there for two hours, watching the Jin family father and daughter go away before taking action. Is it rough or fine? No, this is because I am afraid of losing innocent lives. Lu Zhishen's fists always hit only those who deserved to be hit. When I went to Liangshan, my brothers all said that I would not die if I fought. When attacking Zhujiazhuang, I picked out the hardest bones to gnaw on; on the battlefield of the Liao expedition, when the Zen staff was swept across, the Liao soldiers fell on their backs. But do you know that every time I withdraw my troops and return to the camp, I have to look among the dead to see if there are any common people who are breathing or if there are any wounded soldiers who have not yet breathed their last? Someone asked me, is a monk who kills people like hemp worthy of talking about mercy? Let's take a look at the verse I left behind before passing away at Liuhe Temple: "When the tide comes from the Qiantang River, you will know that I am who you are today." Who is this "I"? Not Lu Tisha in Weizhou City, not Hua Monk in Liangshan Village, but a practitioner who can understand life and death and understand one's mind and nature. The Zen staff can open up paths for life and cut off obsessions; the sword of discipline can eliminate evil and cut through illusions. Why don't we need wisdom to solve the unfairness of the world? A true hero must have compassion in his bones.