Chapter 46

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Zhao Hao never thought about becoming a person without desires.

This world, this universe, has never had a person without desires.

Whether human or demon, each has their own desires.

Even the gods and buddhas, who are said to be high and mighty, and the immortals of the Heavenly Dao, have their own joys and sorrows.

Otherwise, there would be no deification, no Journey to the West, and no countless disputes.

Cultivation seeks transcendence, but not to turn oneself into a machine of cultivation.

The higher one's cultivation, the greater one's abilities, and the greater one's desires.

However, at that time, one's perspective is broader and higher, and some things naturally no longer matter.

So, to many mortals, the gods and buddhas are born high and mighty, looking down on all beings, without desires.

Unfortunately, they do not know that the gods and buddhas merely look down on the vulgar things of the mortal world.

Their level is higher, and their needs are higher. To ordinary people, it is another world.

Zhao Hao cultivates to seek transcendence, to seek freedom, to be unrestrained, with no one in the world able to bind him.

Whether it is Buddhism or Daoism, to Zhao Hao, they are only means.

He is immersed in them but never lost.

Desires are not a bad thing for people, as long as you can control your desires and not become a slave to them.

Zhong Xin shivered involuntarily when he heard Zhao Hao's words.

"Your Highness, can you consider my feelings?" Zhong Xin said.

In front of this Shaolin Temple abbot, Zhao Hao's words and actions were no different from criticizing the teachings of Buddhism.

If it were not Zhao Hao speaking, Zhong Xin would have already considered it a provocation to Shaolin Temple.

"Zhong Xin, don't you have any thoughts?" Zhao Hao asked.

"What thoughts?" Zhong Xin said.

"I have always believed that the deeper one's understanding of the Dharma, the more one questions the Buddha. The Buddha's great disciple, Jin Chanzi, was thus cast into the cycle of rebirth. But did the true cultivators of the Buddha really perish after that? Cultivation is a process of constant questioning. The so-called gods and buddhas are just one step ahead of us. Taking them as a lifelong belief is laughable," Zhao Hao said with a sharp gaze.

Zhong Xin's expression was bewildered. "Your Highness, what are you talking about?"

Zhao Hao stared at Zhong Xin for a moment, then suddenly patted Zhong Xin's shoulder and smiled lightly. "It's also good that you don't understand some things."

Life is hard to be clear.

The truly correct path is always full of thorns.

To transcend, to see through the fog and see everything clearly, one must pay a price.

Jin Chanzi tried to do this in the past, so he was cast into the cycle of rebirth, and nine lifetimes of death brought him a glimmer of hope.

Since then, the Buddha's seat has gained a virtuous Buddha, but one who no longer questions the Buddha.

Zhong Xin is not Jin Chanzi. If Jin Chanzi was like this, making Zhong Xin think about these things would only harm him.

Moreover, the gap between him and the Buddha is too great.

For an ant to think about how to overthrow an elephant, it is not even worth the elephant's laughter.

The elephant will simply ignore it.

Zhong Xin's expression returned to normal. Just as he was about to say something to Zhao Hao, he noticed a Shaolin monk leading a young girl dressed as a palace maid walking towards the Sutra Pavilion.

Behind the girl was a boy about six or seven years old.

Zhao Hao had already stood up and walked outside.

Zhong Xin, who noticed this, naturally noticed it even earlier.

Zhao Hao knew this girl and was very familiar with her.

"Yi Yi, why did you come? If there's something, you could just send a letter. Why did you have to come in person?" Zhao Hao came to the three of them, gestured for the monk to step back, and said to the palace maid.

The palace maid, named Yi Yi, is Zhao Hao's personal attendant, who has served Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er since childhood. She is the absolute confidant of the Zhao siblings.

Seeing Zhao Hao, Yi Yi's face lit up with a happy smile. She bowed to Zhao Hao and said, "Your Highness, it's been a long time. Without Yi Yi to serve you, you must be very uncomfortable in this temple."

The Zhao family might have a thousand faults, but in terms of being approachable, few dynasties have surpassed the Zhao family.

The Zhao imperial family has always been without airs, being quite amiable to palace maids and eunuchs.

Yi Yi grew up with Zhao Hao, and they are about the same age. She is more like a childhood playmate than a servant.

Of course, neither Zhao Hao nor Zhao Ling'er ever treated Yi Yi as just a playmate.

A person with such absolute loyalty is naturally cultivated into a capable assistant.

Yi Yi knows many of Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er's secrets and is never restrained in front of Zhao Hao.

"It's as if you served me many times in the palace. When I was twelve, Ling'er took you away from me. I don't know what she was guarding against. Do you think I would eat you?" Zhao Hao said irritably.

Yi Yi covered her mouth and laughed lightly. "If Your Highness wishes, you can ask the princess to return Yi Yi. No matter what Your Highness does, Yi Yi is absolutely willing."

"Enough, do you think I haven't asked Ling'er for help? Let's talk about the real matter. What happened that you had to come in person?" Zhao Hao's expression became serious.

Yi Yi also put away her smile and said solemnly, "Jia Sidao has risen to power, and Jia Fei is increasingly favored in the palace. Their actions are becoming more and more excessive."

"What does Ling'er think?" Zhao Hao frowned.

"The princess's intention is to hold back for now. Jia Sidao has not yet incurred the wrath of heaven and man. Now is not the time to act," Yi Yi said.

Zhao Hao nodded. "Ling'er's judgment is correct. Jia Sidao has not yet reached the point where everyone turns against him like Shi Miyuan. Acting now would put us at a disadvantage. Give Jia Sidao a little more time. I will watch him build his tower, watch him entertain his guests, and watch his tower collapse."

As he spoke, a cold light appeared in Zhao Hao's eyes.

He had already killed one prime minister, and Zhao Hao does not mind killing another.

However, the timing must be right.

The current Song Dynasty appears to be in full bloom, but in reality, it is on the verge of collapse.

The opportunity will come soon.

A person like Jia Sidao, who is a natural coward, will react predictably when faced with the Mongol army.

That will be the best time to use him as a sacrifice.

"Is that all? It's not enough to make you come in person," Zhao Hao said.

"Your Highness is wise. Actually, the princess discovered a world-class genius. She has no interest in taking on disciples, so she sent me to bring him to Your Highness," Yi Yi said, pulling the little boy in front of her.

Zhao Hao's expression became strange.

His requirements for taking on disciples are very high, but he knows that Ling'er has a keen eye. A person whom Ling'er calls a world-class genius is definitely not ordinary.

"What's your name?" Zhao Hao asked.

"Ling Donglai."

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