Chapter 1884 giantslayer (twenty-eight)

  Haji heard Felix say that the "Professor" has a very magical tool called the Meditation Basin, which is filled with liquid and memories. When the user buries his head in the meditation basin, he will enter that memory and can see what happened in the past, but the personnel that appear in the memory cannot discover the existence of the user.

  But the water in a basin is not comparable to a bucket, a bucket is not comparable to a stream, a stream is not comparable to a lake, and a lake is not comparable to the sea.

  Haji looked at the small lake in front of him. There were two swans in the lake. They were paddling leisurely in the pond with a few black-headed geese.

There are sphinxes everywhere in this park, and they are of different shapes. Some are Egyptian-style at first glance, and the other has the face and upper body of a girl with a child riding on their back. All sphinx hairstyles have French curls.

   "Weird place." Haji said with trepidation.

   "Good afternoon." A man said behind Haji.

   Haji turned his head, even if he was a silly person like him, he couldn't help being startled by the person in front of him.

  He wore a robe, but it was not an ordinary robe. To be precise, he wore a monk robe with a bald head. There are also monasteries in London. In other words, it was a French monk who disturbed Haji's purity.

   "Good afternoon." Haji also said in English.

  "I heard about you from Mrs. Gurney. You plan to send your son to learn ballet." The monk asked.

   "I'm thinking about it." Haji looked at the monk "Are you here to enjoy ballet too?"

  The monk laughed, "Do you know how this garden comes from?"

   "I heard that Marie Antoinette repaired it." Haji said.

   "In fact, she made a bet with the Duke of Artois, this place was funded and repaired by the Duke."

   "Oh." Haji said dumbly.

  "Do you like this place?" the monk asked.

  Haji wanted to be polite.

   "No." Haji replied, "I find it annoying."

"why?"

   "These are fake." Haji said.

  "Why do you think that?" said the monk.

   "I am different from you, I was a soldier..."

"The first ruling also feels so." The monk interrupted Haji. "I saw his eyes and felt that instead of spending money to rebuild it, he wanted to ruin it. There is a racetrack next to it, rather than admiring it. Ballet, he prefers to go there to watch people race, sometimes they will bet a little money."

  Haji remembered the British racecourse, recalling the cheering of the audience in the stadium, and felt relieved a lot.

  "She is very good at flattery. I heard that she ordered a ceramic table at the Sevres Ceramic Factory to give him as a birthday gift." The monk said.

"Who?"

"Mrs. Sever, or you can call her the princess, the command table (commandtable) first rule can be used to put the map." The monk sighed. "She positioned him as the commander (commander), although Joseph Finn calls the first ruling general the general."

   "What's the difference? Are they all flatterers?"

   "I tell you the story about the command desk, don't you still understand?" the monk asked.

  Hajjj knew how to look at him.

   "The first ruling Marshal's baton will be clicked on the map on the table. You imagine yourself in that position."

   "Oh!" Haji suddenly realized.

  "This is also the reason why the first ruling who doesn't like gambling agreed with them to bet on horses under his nose."

   "I don't think these are what a monk should know about." Haji said.

   "The first ruling does not like atheists." The monk said, "Kant believes that moral teleology is a theology established to make up for the defects of natural teleology, and the foundation it can build is a kind of ghost theology."

  Haji was stunned.

  "Do you believe in heaven and hell?" the monk asked.

Haji didn’t know how to answer, but the monk was content to go on and say, “A person will go to heaven or **** after death. Buddhism also believes that the soul of a person will enter the six realms of reincarnation after death. If there is nothing after death, If there is no soul, there is no ghost, so no matter whether it is heaven, hell, or the six reincarnations, it is impossible to keep people in awe. Doing good deeds while alive will not affect the judgment after death. We are afraid In the world after death, fearing all-knowing gods, they will observe our every move, so that people can do ethical things. It is not a wise choice to be a priest now, so I chose to be a monk."

   "Why did you tell me this?" Haji asked.

  "You and I will not be a person in the world, where are you serving as a soldier?" the monk asked.

   "Caucasus." Haji said.

  "Have you been to the Alps?"

  Haji shook his head.

“I’ve been there, and it’s still winter. Even the locals stayed in the house and did not go out.” The monk said, “The king and the parliament did not give the nobles an expulsion order, which prevented us from crossing the border. Many people made up their minds to do whatever it takes. We flee to Switzerland, Italy, and Germany. The Alps are full of dense forests. We are rounded up like wild animals. If we are caught, we will be taken home and sent to the guillotine for execution. Choiseul and others. Some unfortunate people were abandoned in Normandy because of the shipwreck. International law is not enough to protect them, but they received the mercy of the people and saved their lives temporarily. I lost my sister in the mountains. At the time I tried to save her, but she stepped on On the ice, below is the abyss, everything happened too fast."

Haji was silent, waiting for the monk to continue speaking.

"A robber may be tried by a special court, but an exile will be executed on the spot. Even the shortest legal procedures will not be used. When I went through all this and returned to this garden, I also had this. It’s a feeling, it’s not real at all, it’s illusory. At this time, I thought of Buddhism. The Buddha let people see through the world. I read a book written by a monk translated by a missionary. In a rainy season, Ananda Buddha proposed This is a problem of distress. The reason why people have distress is because of the existence of life and death, and the thought of death is because of the thought of life. These delusions are all because of the existence of an independent individual of'I'. Grasping and clinging are because of eros. We are trapped in the contact of the six roots and six dusts, and our hearts cannot be kept clear and peaceful. In the same rainy season, several Brahmins conspired to falsely accuse the Buddha of having an affair with a woman. That young and beautiful, famous The female believer called Qingxie came to the academy every day to listen to the lecture. She always wore a beautiful saree, holding a bunch of flowers in her hand, with a smile on her face. A few days later, her belly gradually grew bigger, and one day the Buddha said When she suddenly stood up in public,'Master Gautama, you are so eloquent and respectful of your status, but you completely ignore me, the woman who is pregnant by you. My child belongs to you. You are willing to do so. Are you responsible for your own flesh and blood? There was a commotion. Everyone looked at the Buddha, but the Buddha smiled and said, "Girl, only you and I know whether what you are born is true or not." Everyone couldn't bear their surprise. How many people She stood up angrily, and suddenly felt frightened at a slight angle. She wanted to run away for fear of being beaten by others. In the panic, she accidentally fell down. When she was struggling to stand up, a large and round piece of wood Her belly fell to the ground, and then her belly flattened. The Buddha did not hold her accountable. After she left, he said, “Believers are like the light driving away the darkness, and the way of enlightenment can pull the block of ignorance, like a lion. Roaring through countless false and heretical theories, shocking them, and awakening ignorant and faint people immediately.' I came here to practice'Lion Roar'. Do you want to beat me or listen to me continue? Go on?" the monk asked.

   "Why should I beat you?" Haji asked.

"I tell you, I am an exile. The reason why we want to escape desperately is because this country is no longer safe for us. There are many people who want to hurt us." The monk calmly said, "I have lost everything, my family All of his wealth has been divided up, and I don’t want to come back, and I don’t want to get revenge like everyone else."

  Haji did not answer.

"If one of the nobles is spared, all the Jacobins will be guillotined, just as they did to the nobles, but the first ruling banned this murderous decree and allowed a part of the amnesty to go to the Netherlands. On the border, I think he is different from the ordinary Jacobins, provided that he asks the exiles to stop armed against the Republic."

   "I heard that aristocrats in exile went to England." Haji said.

"Yes, those people will not give up." The monk said, "I have been educated since I was a child to be loyal and loyal to the king, but now my family members are loyal to the first ruling, I think I will go crazy if I don't become a monk. "

  "Didn't you say that your sister is dead?" Haji asked.

   "Maybe it's because everything I just said was lying to you." The monk said.

   "The monk can't lie."

  "But I am not a monk. I am married and have two children." The monk said.

   "You are crazy." Haji said impatiently.

   "People have distress because of obsession and eros. I don't have it now, so I don't have distress." The monk smiled and said, "Don't you envy me?"

  Haji looked at the monk.

"I once had a dream in which I dreamed that I was lying in a stream, but when I'woke up' and I was still alive, people who committed suicide would go to hell. So, am I in hell? "The monk asked.

   "I think you should see a psychiatrist." Haji said.

  "I served the Louis XVI family here, and they looked very happy at the time." The monk said, "Now I am serving the new royal family. They also look very good, especially happy when racing horses."

  Haji thought of the Bonapartists who were shot by Louis XVIII, and the people who were deported to the United States.

   "This is a **** full of flowers." Haji said, "There are traps hidden behind the flowers."

  The monk laughed.

  “Those ballet girls are the first-in-law ‘spy’s. They are trained by listening to the political positions of the backstage actors. If you are a smart person, don’t send your son or daughter to this school.”

   "Why did you tell me this?" Haji asked.

"Just because you listened to me for so long." The monk smiled and said, "If you leave halfway, you won't know my last suggestion. This is our fate, let alone who would believe that those little girls are spies? ?"

  Haji looked at the two swans.

  "Do you want to leave here?" the monk asked.

  "Do you know how to leave?" Haji asked.

   "No." said the monk.

   "Then you still ask?" Haji rolled his eyes impatiently.

"This is why some people choose to stay rather than run, because they don't know how to leave or how to browse the Alps." The monk said, "Even if they might go to the guillotine or be locked up in a prison at any time, they don't know. How to break through the blockade."

  Haji looked at the monk again.

  "They risked their lives to flee, just for safety and freedom to pray to God. Why are they so pious and God does not protect them?" the monk asked.

   "God often doesn't open his eyes." Haji sneered, "It won't watch us at any time."

   "Excluding the first ruling, his police often watch us near our home." The monk smiled and finished, then turned and left.

  Haji froze for a moment, and looked around, as if looking for where the monitoring eyes were.

  (End of this chapter)