PDLP Chapter 667: Mercy Without Saving Others
Chapter 667: Mercy Without Saving Others
The prince's expression paused slightly, then turned mournful. "Master Kunku, when the Queen Mother passed away, you asked your disciple, Master Bu Yu, to deliver some words. I ask nothing else, but I hope you will come to the palace and have another long conversation with my father! I believe my father will regain hope. At the very least, please don't let him continue to grieve and destroy himself!"
Master Kun Ku looked at him with an expression of deep compassion that even the prince could not describe: "Amitabha! Well done, well done! Benefactor, monks do not tell lies! Amitabha. All things in the world are neither born nor dead. If they are neither born nor dead, they will not enter the cycle of reincarnation!"
A young novice monk came forward and handed the prince a letter. Master Ku Ku said, "Please take a look, Your Highness!"
The prince took the letter and just glanced at it, his hands began to tremble violently. This was the handwriting of his mother. Although the handwriting was a little weak, it was very beautiful. The prince could almost imagine the calm expression of his mother when she was seriously ill and weak at the end, and she still insisted on holding the pen to write this letter.
Letter from the Master of Suffering
A flower is a world, a tree is a bodhi, a wood is a floating life, a grass is a paradise, a leaf is a Tathagata, a sand is a bliss, a place is a pure land, a smile is a worldly connection, and a thought is a tranquility.
I was just a tiny leaf from another world, and accidentally fell into this Dasheng Dynasty. When I was young, I met Yun Heng, and then entered the palace by mistake. I became the queen, second only to the emperor. I dare not claim to be the mother of the country, but just do my best to help some people who are within my reach. I am insignificant, but I dare not be ordinary. I believe that this life is fleeting, and I will not let down the world or myself.
However, after I leave, I also ask Master Kunyan, in the name of the abbot of Guo'an Temple, to present the soul-stabilizing Buddhist beads to His Majesty and tell him that if he wishes to meet again in the future, he must take good care of himself and die a natural death, so that we can meet again one day. Your Majesty is the pillar of the Dasheng Dynasty, but he is deeply obsessed. Every obsession, every thought, every life, every sorrow, every joy, is in vain. I also ask Master Kunyan to help me let go of His Majesty's obsession, so that His Majesty can enjoy his remaining years in peace! Don't let His Majesty die of grief and despair at an early age!
Lan Qingwu, a foreigner, respectfully reports
The prince's tears dripped onto the letter of remonstration. He said with despair and understanding, "So it was the Queen Mother who made you, Master Kunlun, say those words to the Emperor! So... there is no such thing as seeing each other again in the afterlife! So... the Queen Mother knew so long ago that the Emperor... wanted to follow her! So... my lonely father... I can no longer keep him..."
Master Ku Ku closed his eyes and said, "Amitabha! With your majesty's wisdom and might, I'm afraid you've long harbored doubts, and that's why you've been waiting in despair. Mercy without salvation is self-destructive! Your Highness, please return! I'm sorry I can't help you!"
The Crown Prince was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned and walked down the mountain. Master Suffering's voice echoed faintly, like a morning bell and an evening drum: "Your Majesty is overwhelmed with grief and has a suicidal mind. Your Highness cannot keep a person who truly has suicidal intentions and is completely hopeless! Your Majesty is ready to leave peacefully!"
"Your Highness, please let nature take its course! His Majesty is mourning his own death, and his time is drawing to a close. Please accept my condolences, Your Highness!"
The prince felt a shock all over his body, and the image of Emperor Shenwu, who was filled with sorrow and despair, emerged in his mind. The prince walked down the mountain step by step and returned to the palace in a daze. Emperor Shenwu now had a head full of snow-white hair, and he was examining the portraits of Lan Qingwu in the secret room one by one.