Chapter 1216: He Transforms into the Devil King
Mo Cheng didn't know about the meeting, or even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
Compared to other people's small plans, Mo Cheng has more important things to do.
for example……
Siddhartha, who was also a loser and was still on friendly terms with him, sent him a message from a distance and invited him to come over for a while.
Although he didn't understand why this saint from the Sakya clan wanted to see him, Mo Cheng still accepted the invitation and came alone.
He was not afraid that the Sakya saints would set up an ambush. If they really did that, Mo Cheng would definitely not be the first to die.
In a remote small city somewhere in the Central Plains, it was already lunch time when Mo Cheng found Siddhartha.
"So..." Mo Cheng looked at the soup in front of Siddhartha with a strange expression. The snow-white thick soup made from beef and mutton bones had just been scooped up and was constantly boiling. The aroma of fat and meat rushed directly to his nose.
At the same time, Li Yuanba, who was sitting next to Siddhartha, was feasting on a large basin filled with meat. The basin was filled with ochre-red steamed meat, beef, mutton, intestines, liver, and tripe that were cut with unique knife skills.
“You can actually eat meat?”
Because he always had such a deep impression of monks, and the one in front of him was the past of Tathagata Buddha, Mo Cheng always had some preconceived stereotypes.
"Before I became a monk, I was the prince of Kapilavastu."
Siddhartha picked up the hot soup and took a sip. The meaning was very clear. As a prince, he did not give up his status and property until he was thirty years old to embark on the path of pursuing enlightenment.
What had Siddhartha not enjoyed before that, let alone meat?
Siddhartha paused, and then continued, "And there is no prohibition on eating meat or prohibiting disciples from eating meat. Although Devadatta proposed this, monks rely on donors for their offerings. It is neither moral nor realistic to be picky about others' offerings and to say that they only want vegetarian food."
"The three pure meats are OK to eat, because those animals did not die because of me. What is forbidden is killing. It is forbidden to kill actively, to ask others to kill, or to condone others to kill. And this prohibition only applies to the Buddha's disciples."
Because the three of them were in a small restaurant that was not very busy at the time, Siddhartha concealed some nouns when he spoke to avoid misunderstandings by others.
Although with their abilities, it was impossible for the people in this small restaurant to hear a word.
Or even if they heard something, in their ears it would just be two friends chatting.
After briefly talking about the advocacy of primitive Buddhism, Siddhartha added, "Your impression of the prohibition of eating meat probably came from Emperor Wu of Liang during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. When Buddhism was first introduced to China, it did not prohibit eating meat. Later, it was changed because of the rulers."
As he spoke, Siddhartha looked at Mo Cheng with a strange look in his eyes, as if asking, "A local like you needs a foreign monk like me to teach you about local history?"
"It seems to be true." Mo Cheng shrugged. "It's a pity that this part is not tested in the college entrance examination. The only knowledge points about the Northern and Southern Dynasties are that Emperor Xiaowen changed the Xianbei surname to a Han surname, and the population migration."
Mo Cheng remembered very clearly that the history textbook he studied mainly focused on the dynasties during the period of great unification. The knowledge points about the Southern and Northern Dynasties probably only contained a few paragraphs in the entire textbook.
But it is understandable. After all, history is so long and there are only so many class hours, so we can only make general records. The detailed parts are only available in university courses.
Apparently, history courses in America don't have such troubles.
"What do you want from me?"
Seeing Li Yuanba eating meat and Siddhartha drinking the soup with relish, Mo Cheng also ordered a bowl of soup and asked the other party why he was looking for him.
He knew very well that given Siddhartha's character, he would never look for him unless necessary.
"I was traveling around with Yuanba before, and recently I found a job at an orphanage with free food and accommodation."
The former prince of Kapilavastu did not try to hide the fact that he was working. He briefly described where he was staying, which was a kind of report. "Then I found a suspicious aura. Po Xun might have followed."
Mo Cheng, who was drinking soup, couldn't help but choke when he heard the name, "Who?!"
"Poxun, Mara, Poxun. The devil king of the heaven of pleasure, the devil king of the heaven of desire."
Each name is more famous than the other, and they all point to a very troublesome guy.
The things these names represent are enough to make Mo Cheng feel troubled, and extremely troubled. "Bo Xun, are you sure it's him?"
“Not sure.” Siddhartha shook his head. “It was just a suspicious smell that dissipated very quickly. Even my [Clairvoyance] didn’t have time to see who left it.”
"Even the [Clairvoyance] can't see through it?"
"The Buddha's [divine eye] can work, but Siddhartha Gautama's [divine eye] won't work if the opponent is Mara and is prepared."
Obviously Siddhartha didn't have any definite evidence, but the fact that his clairvoyance couldn't find the other party was itself a strong piece of evidence.
As for what he, the Demon King of the Free Heaven, wanted to do by appearing nearby, Mo Cheng didn't even need to ask.
In the past, when Sakyamuni attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, Mara came to obstruct him, relying on his magical powers. The Buddha stretched out his right hand and hung it down, using the ground as a witness, to show that he had attained enlightenment and became a Buddha. Then he transformed himself into the Devil King of Heaven and retreated.
At that time, the seal that the Buddha made was the [Earth-Touching Seal], also known as the [Demon-Subduing Seal], which can subdue all demons.
Mo Cheng developed the mental martial art Zen in the [Foreign Land] and knew some Buddhist stories.
Although to be honest, this guy is not much different from Po Xun.
However, after listening to Mo Cheng's story, Siddhartha corrected some of the beautified descriptions.
"Pāsūtra did not retreat on its own. Instead, the Buddha used the demon-subduing seal to knock him to the ground, breaking his legs. He crawled away in a hurry."
Siddhartha spoke of what was in the future, in a gesture that was almost like recalling the past. "Under the Bodhi tree, the Buddha attained enlightenment. Mara's harassment was very annoying, so after attaining enlightenment, the Buddha took ruthless action."
"If Po Xun had not brought enough people to stop the Buddha, he would not have been able to return to his own territory at that time."
But this was really strange to the people who were listening. “So you have such a bad temper after enlightenment?”
Based on his own interactions with Siddhartha, Mo Cheng at least felt that the other party was a very gentle type no matter what he said or did. It was hard to imagine that he was the same person as the Buddha who broke Mara's legs as he said.
This question was not answered, perhaps even Siddhartha himself did not know how to answer it.
But this also made Mo Cheng certain of one thing, that is, if there is really someone who can avoid [Divine Eye], it is very likely to be Mara.
And it is most likely the Desire Realm Demon King whose legs were broken by the Buddha.
