Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 213 Zhang Zhiwei: Looking for a beating?

Jie Kong solemnly stepped forward again and repeated to Zhang Zhiwei.

"Brother Zhang Zhiwei, may I demonstrate my skills?"

"I?"

Faced with Jie Kong's challenge, Zhang Zhiwei pointed to himself with some surprise.

"Brother Jie Kong, do you want me to make a move?"

"Exactly."

The finger marks on the little monk's face have gradually faded, and his dusty cheeks have returned to normal.

He opened his palm to Zhang Zhiwei, gesturing, "Please, fellow Daoist."

On the other side, seeing Jie Kong's high fighting spirit, Zhang Zhiwei knew that the little monk was serious.

He turned his head to look at Zen Master Huijing beside him, his eyes filled with inquiry.

After all, if he were to take action, the outcome would be uncertain.

A person's morale can be damaged the first time, but if the damage is too severe, it is difficult to recover.

The saying "too much of a good thing" perfectly illustrates this point.

Looking at Jie Kong, Lü Qian felt a pang of emotion.

As doctors say, mental illness is difficult to cure.

This excessive arrogance is like a sapling that is still growing.

The sapling took root in Jie Kong's heart, and even grew more and more luxuriant, gradually filling his heart.

To prevent this arrogant tree from obscuring Jie Kong's heart in the future, Lü Qian has already taken action to correct it once.

Judging from the current demeanor of the two Buddhist monks, it seems they want to invite Zhang Zhiwei to make a second correction.

But the tree of pride in Jie Kong's heart is invisible and intangible, which is a difficult problem for Zhang Zhiwei.

Too little repair is the same as no repair, while too much repair may lead to overcorrection and kill the sapling.

Although Zhang Zhiwei is usually carefree, he is actually quite sensitive inside.

Previously, he simply thought that no one was worth his trouble, but now, having walked alongside Lü Qian, his arrogance has gradually faded.

Faced with the complexities of the world, he naturally developed a sense of balance in his heart.

What can be done and what cannot be done must be carefully considered first.

That's why he asked Zen Master Huijing.

This unpretentious middle-aged monk was, after all, Jiekong's elder, so it was best if he made the decision.

Master Huijing clearly saw Zhang Zhiwei's gaze. He nodded at Zhang Zhiwei and then recited a piece of cobbled-together poetry.

"We carefully protect them by planting thorns and weaving fences; the three religions are originally one family."

Upon hearing this, Lü Qian and Zhang Zhiwei narrowed their eyes. Zhang Zhiwei, who had been pondering for a moment, strode out from behind Lü Qian.

"Understood, Zen Master, you'd better watch carefully."

Lu Qian, who had stepped aside, spoke up to remind Zen Master Huijing.

"nature."

Zen Master Huijing pulled out a palm-leaf fan woven from tattered leaves from somewhere and fanned himself with a smile.

"I must thank my two young friends for their help."

"polite."

Lu Qian replied indifferently, then turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei and Xie Kong, who had walked to the center.

There was something profound in the two lines of poetry that Zen Master Huijing just recited.

The following sentence, "The three religions were originally one family," is easy to understand.

The three teachings mentioned refer to Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, not the three teachings of Chan, Jie, and Ren as claimed in novels.

This poem claims that Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism share a common origin. In reality, it was just a phrase used by Zen Master Huijing to curry favor, and it shouldn't be taken too seriously.

The key is the preceding line, "Plant thorns and weave fences to carefully protect it."

The meaning of the poem is also very simple: plant thorns and weave fences to form a careful protection.

Fences are usually only outside the courtyard and house gate. If the fence is damaged, it will only damage your own house and will not harm others.

It means that the elder, Zen Master Huijing, will be there to watch over things, and if there are any loopholes in their fence and they fail to protect themselves, that is their own business.

Since they came to him looking for trouble, Zhang Zhiwei had no reason not to respond.

Speaking of which, I've slapped quite a few people—oops, I've shaken quite a few people's upper dantian—but I haven't yet experienced what this monk's touch feels like.