The monk let go of his master——Talking about the Honglian Temple incident
Bai Qi, who was almost sixteen years old, saw a monk molesting a girl and drew his sword angrily.
Unexpectedly, some people are deeply resentful about this. Of course, I am unwilling to refute the comments, because the comments are all based on my own theory. I created the Qingdi world, and I know the cultural background of this world. Put aside these
, I only want to say one thing, what the monk is holding is not a girl or a master, but a demon. The monks of Honglian Temple may have evil origins and may be up to some conspiracy, but the way they practice is not evil. Demon
The devil is sealed in the mirror and can be released at any time to hone his state of mind.
What is a demon? The things that will arouse your many desires may not necessarily be female lust.
At this time, Bai Qi was in the ninth level of acquired nature, and had not even reached the innate level, so he had no resistance to the influence of the demon.
Drawing the sword at this moment was his true intention.
A bit stupid, isn't it?
But when this book is written later, I think many people will think of this scene and feel a little regretful.
People are no longer young.
As we grow up, we always have to give up some things, or even completely erase them from our hearts.
Of course, there are some things I want to refute. The son of a great noble will never make a career of bullying men and dominating women. The heir of any family will not do this, unless he is a loser and has no hope.
Only then did he allow himself to fall. But it also depends on whether the family tolerates it.
Maybe you have seen too much the behavior of certain protagonists and think that after I die, it is normal human nature to let the floods come. Desire for destruction, possessiveness, and no moral bottom line are normal.
Why should such a person let one or more lovely women like you? Follow you to destroy the world?
If Bai Qi were a man who bullied men and women, I will tell you what he would write——
When Bai Qi saw that demon, his penis suddenly stood up, and he was filled with desire. The monk seemed to be his enemy for hundreds of reincarnations, and the hatred in his heart was so unbearable that it almost broke his chest. Desire and anger were intertwined, and Bai Qi was furious.
He yelled: Bald Donkey, don’t compete with the poor Taoist for your teacher’s wife!
What you think the world is like is how the world will treat you. If Qingdi's world is not innocent and kind, I am just copying other people's protagonists.
The protagonist is under sixteen years old, and I am very pleased that his true heart is still good.
I don't object to standing on the top of the world, but if I want to trample everyone under my feet, isn't it perverted in my heart?
Maybe Old D will write a book that will destroy the world, but definitely not today, definitely not Qingdi.
If I become the Qing Emperor in his future years, I will definitely make this world full of beauty and make all evils impossible.
The Buddha said that there is only one self in heaven and on earth. This self does not refer to the self full of desires, nor to the other self in the minds of others, nor to the original self. It refers to the truth that has been born with time since the creation of the world.
Okay, maybe you think my values are bad, but my logic is sound.
Drawing the sword in anger, do you or I still have the courage in our hearts?
Sometimes I even hope that I can keep writing like the beginning so that Bai Qi will always be a boy.
In this book, the protagonist does not travel through time, does not bring his original memories, does not seize a body, does not integrate other people's values, and is not a reincarnated devil who wants to wipe out the world with blood. The protagonist does not even carry an old grandfather with him.
Thank you all for your comments on Qingdi. After reading Lao D’s work, you can also discuss whether there are things worth cherishing that are gradually lost as you grow up.
When I was a child, a kitten at home died. I cried for a long time because of the pain and helplessness in its eyes. When I grew up, I also saw such eyes on similar cats, but I could no longer shed tears to my heart's content.
Old D likes fantasy novels because in fantasy, one can still tolerate a glimmer of light. Even if this glimmer of light is under the shadow of the devil.