Chapter 1578: Chapter 1578

After Long Fei and the other two left, the other monks heard the noise and came, finding that Hui Kong’s leg was broken, and quickly carried him off for treatment.

Fengling, grinding her teeth in the car at Long Fei, couldn’t help but complain, "Why did you have to be so ruthless? And even let Little Kirin do such a bad thing? The Buddhist sect talks about generosity, discipline, patience, perseverance, meditation, and wisdom, and not being able to practice the most basic patience, aren’t you ruining Little Kirin’s cultivation?"

Long Fei rolled his eyes at her and said, "My son is not part of the Buddhist sect, so why does he need to practice these? Besides, your Buddhist sect’s patience is not really about enduring humiliation; you just misunderstood the Buddhist teachings within it."

Fengling took a breath, curling her lips at him and said, "Then tell me, what does patience mean?"

Long Fei said, "What you’re talking about comes from the Bodhisattva’s practice of the ’Six Paramitas’. Patience is the third practice and has five methods, from shallow to deep. The first is birth patience, the second is strength patience, the third is conditional patience, the fourth is observational patience, and the fifth is compassionate patience. Seeing how irritated you are, you must only be at the entry-level birth patience stage. If you truly understood the meaning of the Buddha, why would you be so agitated?"

Fengling pouted, not expecting this guy to actually understand Buddhist teachings.

Seeing her quiet, Long Fei lightly laughed, "Why, do you feel you’re in the wrong? Since you advocate patience, why did you stop Little Kirin just now? You should know that the highest level, compassionate patience, is to face those who insult you with a compassionate heart, and to inspire those who insult you with that compassion. With a compassionate heart, you make the person who insulted you put down their hostility and achieve enlightenment. Just now, why didn’t you use compassion to influence Little Kirin? Instead, you acted like a stubborn, spoiled mortal?"

"You’re just being unreasonable!"

Fengling was so flustered by him that her face turned red, unable to find a reason to refute, it was like using one’s own spear against one’s own shield.

Long Fei chuckled, "See, I talk to you about Buddhist teachings, and you say I’m not making sense."

Fengling said, "Then if you understand these truths, why don’t you use compassion to influence others, why did you beat your senior brother like that?"

Long Fei laughed heartily, "First, I’m not part of your Buddhist sect. Second, you are wrong again. When I had Little Kirin hit him, it was out of compassion. But it was compassion for the children harmed by the wicked, not for the wicked themselves.

You know that your senior brother created negative karma, and naturally, he has to bear that retribution. If you just foolishly endure without doing anything, he, of course, cannot eliminate that karmic obstacle.

You must approach him with compassion, beat him, scold him, reform him, suppress him, proactively make him fully awaken, deeply repent, and understand his mistakes, that is the true compassionate patience."

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Fengling, who had studied Buddhist teachings for years and listened to her master’s lectures, had never heard such absurd reasoning.

Long Fei asked her, "So tell me, what do the Eight Heavenly Dragons of the Buddhist sect do? What do the Vajra Warriors of the Buddhist sect do? Do you think they carry the Vajra Pestle to pound garlic? These Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons were originally the Asura Clan from hell, born fierce and vicious. Letting them join the Buddhist sect as protectors, do you think it’s just to make up the numbers?"

Fengling was so stumped by his questions that she sat in the backseat sulking in silence.

Little Kirin, seeing her aggrieved expression, found it amusing but kept it to himself.

He admired this cheap father and thought to himself that following him for cultivation might be more reliable.

What great monks, none knew as much as this cheap dad.

Long Fei looked at Fengling in the rearview mirror and said, "Don’t sulk. Since your master handed you over to me, just obediently follow my cultivation. If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to ask me, don’t blindly guess on your own, wasting this opportunity for nothing. You need to work hard for your cultivation resources just like everyone else. I’m providing your food and drink, but it’s not for free."

Fengling, frustrated, punched out, knocking Little Kirin’s head to the side with a bang.

Little Kirin, holding his head, shouted in pain, "Dear sister, why are you hitting me for no reason?"

Fengling retorted, "Who told you to be his son."

Little Kirin took a deep breath, nodding, "Alright, that’s one reason. As a man, I won’t argue with you women."

Long Fei rubbed his head, wondering if his ’henpecked’ tendency was hereditary?

Although Little Kirin wasn’t his biological son, he did have a bit of his bloodline. Could it be he was bringing this kid down?

He looked at Fengling again, thinking to himself if this girl was Little Kirin’s wife? Wasn’t the age difference too big?

The three of them returned to the city, and Long Fei took them both back to his home first.

Lin Yingying wasn’t home, only Lin Shanshan was.

She was leaning on the sofa, munching on chips non-stop, looking like a resentful woman who had given up.

When Long Fei and the others entered, Lin Shanshan swiftly got up, and curiously frowned at Fengling.

When Long Fei first met Fengling, she was only sixteen.

Now, she had grown into a twenty-year-old young woman, even though she had shaved her head, it couldn’t hide her pretty face.

Lin Shanshan pulled Long Fei over and asked in surprise, "Brother-in-law, isn’t it? You don’t even spare nuns?"

Long Fei knocked on her head, exasperated, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is my disciple, she’ll be following me for cultivation from now on."

"Yeah, little aunt, you’ve misunderstood. This sister will be my senior sister from now on."

Little Kirin stared at Lin Shanshan, chuckled, and held Fengling’s hand, implying to Lin Shanshan that she might be his wife.

Lin Shanshan was sweating, seeing the crafty look in his eyes, she knew exactly what he was thinking.

She tugged Little Kirin’s ear, called Fengling over to sit down and have her explain things clearly.

Fengling, still bewildered, reluctantly recounted everything, not expecting that her master, who had raised her from a young age, would just say he didn’t want her anymore and hand her over to this big Demon Chief for care.

Lin Shanshan was wide-eyed, looked at Long Fei, and asked in surprise, "Did the cultivation level of the Songshan Patriarch really get passed to this little girl?"

Though her age was not much greater, she seemed much older and wiser than Fengling.

Long Fei poured a cup of tea, sipped it and said, "Everything is arranged by fate, just follow destiny."

He stared at Fengling, "As a girl, having a shaved head affects our Daoist sect’s image too much. Remember to grow long hair in the future, just be an at-home disciple of the Buddhist sect."

Fengling angrily stood up, holding back her words for a long time before blurting, "Caring about appearances, that’s not what a Buddhist sect member does."

"What do you know about appearances!"

Long Fei laughed as he stood, teaching her, "Only those who care about appearances would pretend by shaving bald. Do those who practice Buddhism have to shave their heads? Do you think shaving your head allows you to cultivate Buddhist teachings?"

Fengling couldn’t out-argue him, and dropped onto the sofa, ignoring him.

Long Fei instructed Lin Shanshan to look after these two.

He left, as he had to convert someone else.

This time, he planned to take this girl along, too.