Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 286: Too Much Right and Wrong

"Rather than blaming me, it's weird that you're being chased and called a living Buddha!" Shi Fei looked at Ji Dian, whose face was full of wrinkles, with a hint of ridicule and confusion in his tone.

He knew that Ji Dian was not a flamboyant person, so he would naturally not loudly announce that he was a living Buddha.

The last time we met, although Ji Dian was not young, he still had some magical powers. Although his face was old, he had few wrinkles and looked energetic.

This time, Ji Dian really looked like a man in his sixties. Every wrinkle on his face was marked by the traces of time. Although his eyes were still bright, they looked a little more tired.

Time is not forgiving.

Hearing Shi Fei's words, Ji Dian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know, monk! In the past, I could rely on my magic power to tease those bad guys and enforce justice. But now, as a monk, I only have a mouth left and can only meddle in other people's business. When I encounter fights, swearing, and family trivialities, I can only say a few words and persuade them not to be so angry."

"Somehow, people said I was a living Buddha! There were also a lot of people surrounding me all day, wanting to take pictures of me. As a monk, I am really annoyed by the harassment." At the end, he picked up a palm-leaf fan and scratched his head in annoyance, the helplessness and fatigue on his face clearly visible.

"Doesn't this show that you have a kind heart?" Shi Fei said with a smile, "You don't have any magical powers, but you are still willing to help others. This kind of kindness is rare."

Ji Dian shook his head and said with some self-mockery: "How can I help others? In today's civilized society, there are not so many people who need to help others. I just went to persuade people to quarrel. It's also because the world is more civilized. Otherwise, if I went to persuade them, I might get beaten."

"It is said that good deeds should be judged by deeds rather than by the heart, and monk, you are good both by deeds and by heart." Shi Fei said, "You deserve to be called a living Buddha."

"I, the monk, am just talking." Ji Dian spread his hands, with some emotion: "I have met many people in the world. Some of them lost their lives trying to save people from drowning, some worked themselves to death serving the people, and some sacrificed themselves in deserted corners trying to fight drug trafficking."

"Compared with them, how can I be considered a living Buddha? Don't even mention it. I think the word 'living Buddha' is really embarrassing!" He said, waving his hands, with a trace of shame on his face.

Shi Fei looked at Ji Dian, with a somewhat inexplicable sigh in his tone: "Monk, you really see it clearly."

People would rather expect the clay sculptures in the temple to protect them and place their hopes on the illusory statues of gods, completely ignoring the people who protect the world.

"I, a monk, have been in the human world for so many years!" Ji Dian pounded his sore legs and said, "Of course I can see it clearly. Thanks to them, the human world is a better place!"

"Is it just annoying to be chased by someone?" Shi Fei asked with a smile.

"They..." Ji Dian sighed and said, "They want to gain some popularity from me in exchange for some benefits. If they don't interfere with my life, it's fine. But I can't stand it if they keep nagging me every day!"

It's annoying to be watched by a group of people no matter what you do.

Suddenly, a car stopped on the side of the road, and several people got out, pointing at Ji Dian and shouting, "Here, here!"

"Here they come again!" Ji Dian got a headache when he saw them.

He has been in the human world for several years, and he did not choose the identity of Kasyapa, but chose the identity of Ji Dian. When he first came to the human world, no one paid attention to him. At most, they thought he was dressed strangely and seemed to be playing with abstraction.

Nowadays, many people who want to become famous play with abstract ideas, such as imitating Beethoven, imitating prime ministers and officials of the previous dynasty singing rock songs, and imitating the gangsters in the movies.

Ji Dian was dressed in rags, like a beggar, which was not abstract. But the bad thing was that he loved to meddle in other people's affairs. He would always interfere in the quarrels between neighbors and trivial family matters.

At the beginning, people laughed at him for being nosy, but Ji Dian didn't take it to heart and continued to do his own thing. As time went by, he became well-known in the area and was even reported in the news. After the report, it was discovered that he looked exactly like the monk Jigong in the temple, so he became known to many people all of a sudden, like an Internet celebrity.

There are many popular people, right and wrong, that's it.

"Let's go, let's go! Donor, let's go quickly!" Ji Dian saw those people surrounding them and pulled Shi Fei to run.

Shi Fei chuckled and said calmly: "Don't be anxious."

As he spoke, a strong wind suddenly blew here. The wind came strangely, and it made people unable to stand steadily. The people who just got off the car were blown by the strong wind and couldn't open their eyes. They almost couldn't hold their mobile phones and tripods. Shi Fei and Ji Dian left slowly.

"Do you want to change your clothes?" Shi Fei said, looking at Ji Dian's dirty clothes.

"That's fine!" Ji Dian nodded and said with some helplessness: "Sometimes I feel a little cold, and there are a lot of lice on my body."

He is just a mortal now, and these thin clothes are indeed unable to keep him warm.

"Then where do you live?" Shi Fei asked again.

"It's the relief station!" Ji Dian said as a matter of course: "The people here are very nice. They not only give me food, but also apply for five-guarantee household for me. But I have hands and feet, so I don't want to receive their help. I just go there to sleep at night."

"Hiss..." Shi Fei originally thought that Ji Dian would live in a temple or a house somewhere, but he didn't expect that he actually lived in a relief station.

The relief stations mainly provide assistance to homeless vagrants and beggars in the city and safeguard their basic living rights and interests.

Ji Dian is in his sixties and has no mother or father, no children, and no stable job or income, so he meets the requirements of the relief station.

"Didn't they apply for you to be a five-guarantee household?" Shi Fei asked with a smile.

"Yes! But I think that I can still survive, so let them give the quota to other people first." Ji Dian shook his head and said.

"A noble character." Shi Fei gave a thumbs up.

"They also wanted to apply for a community staff position for me, saying that I was more suitable for community conflict mediation. They are going through the process now!" Ji Dian continued, "I thought it was a good idea, so I agreed."

"This way, I, a monk, don't have to eat other people's food for free, and I can also mediate conflicts in the community. People in the human world live so well, why would they quarrel over such trivial matters?"

"I've also seen some young girls who are unable to get over their problems at such a young age." There was a hint of regret in Ji Dian's tone.

Hearing this, Shi Fei smiled and said, "You don't want to be a monk? You don't want to be a living Buddha?"

When Yang Jian came to the human world, he actually wanted to be a Taoist priest, because he was originally a Taoist priest. But when Ji Dian came to the human world, he did not want to be a monk.

Ji Dian shook his head and said, "If everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, why would we still need to worship Buddha? Naturally, there is no need for a living Buddha!"

(End of this chapter)