Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 94: Xiu Zen Temple and Slaying Buddha

"careful!"

The boy's actions scared everyone.

What he held in his hand was the last volume of The Golden Pavilion, which many people have not seen.

By the end of the story, everyone can almost guess the ending.

Monk Mizoguchi has gone mad and the destruction of the Golden Pavilion is inevitable.

This is also the part that elevates the entire article. Beauty is eternal in destruction, and the moment is eternity.

It is in line with the Japanese concept of mono no aware and also makes the work reach a higher level at the end.

Knowing about it is one thing, but not having seen it is another.

Everyone wants to see how Ryukawa Toru will write in the end to make this "Golden Pavilion" perfect.

If the original manuscript is accidentally burned, it will be a lot of fun.

"take it easy."

Longchuan Che dusted off the stack of manuscripts that others treasured so much, then looked at Monk Hongping.

"Shall we talk about the Nanquan case again?"

The boy's words stunned everyone in the room.

Now a bright future is waiting for him. With just a nod of his head, he will almost certainly be the winner of the next Akutagawa Prize.

Monk Hongping went through so much trouble, and it was definitely not just to be shortlisted for an award and stop there.

He wanted to use the popularity of The Golden Pavilion to expand the influence of class literature. This anti-class and anti-military work that included Buddhism, psychology, and Japanese aesthetics was almost tailor-made for his school.

War is almost a man-made crime, and the whitewashed trap of militarism will once again appear before the eyes of the people.

Monk Hongping was ready to accept the other party, but the other party wanted to discuss the Nanquan case again.

"You don't want to participate in the award?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, then a look of displeasure appeared on his face.

He went to great lengths to bring him into Akutagawa, and also secretly regarded him as the founder of the revival of his own school of literature.

In his opinion, he had given the other party enough respect, but the other party was now trying to make trouble for him.

"This old monk." Several old men who were watching from a distance frowned. Monk Hongping usually had a kind face, and his emotions had been revealed several times today.

"Class literature is too important to him," sighed Mingzhijin, who was wearing a rice ear pattern on his body, "The Golden Pavilion also suits his heart. The Shingon sect protects the country and the life, and the body becomes a Buddha. If Ryukawa Toru can really take class literature to a higher level."

Mingzhijin looked at Monk Hongping with a somewhat envious tone.

"He left his name in history as the reincarnation of the Buddha, almost single-handedly influencing the country for a hundred years."

The old monk fought for the ideals of Shingon Buddhism throughout his entire life, and did great things to achieve Buddhahood and sainthood. His influence was great enough, so in his later years he found Ryukawa Toru to help him continue his influence.

"The old monk is going to become a Buddha and establish a patriarch."

Kaga Yumi also sat in a Buddhist posture like the monk Hongping over there.

The atmosphere was tense, and the old monk's face gradually became unhappy.

Longchuan Che pursed his lips and said

“The Golden Pavilion can be nominated for an award.”

This sentence made the elderly people present breathe a sigh of relief, and the old monk's face also became friendly.

"But I still have to write Snow Country."

That sentence caused the bell to ding.

Someone accidentally dropped the candlestick in his hand to the ground.

It was built by monk Kukai at Shuzenji Temple and has the style of the Sui and Tang dynasties.

The ancient temple is very old and has a strong historical charm.

The plaque in front of the door was engraved with the names of great monks from various generations. Everyone was quietly looking at this young man whom Monk Hongping had high hopes for.

"what happened?"

The scene became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Takeda Takako was a little confused. These people seemed quite happy just now.

"Idol!"

Ying Sili's eyes lit up as he watched the young man staring at the old monk without blinking.

The heavy snow outside was beating, and the candlestick that had just been knocked over was leaking lamp oil.

The oil created a layer of flames around the young man, and the bright-eyed young man looked like a demon sitting opposite the Buddha.

"Buddhists say that one should pass on the robe and bowl. 'Robe' refers to the thought of studying, and 'bowl' refers to the learning skills. Idols should not only be the founder of the revival of class literature, but also continue to write the original genre and call themselves Buddhas and founders!"

Ying Sili felt hot all over. Men of letters value reputation and prestige. Longchuan Cheruo not only inherited the mantle of monk Hongping, but also created a new school with "Snow Country".

“It’s hard to say who has the final say in this century-old literary world!”

Ying Sili's eyes moved between the old man and the young. At this moment, Longchuan Che was not the cat that was beheaded, but the monks who were arguing in the Buddhist temple.

There are four or five levels of Buddhist theory in the Nanquan case. One level says that the cat is a troublemaker and should be beheaded. Another level says that the cat is the truth, which is the "Anuttara Samyaksambodhi" in Buddhism.

The people in the East and West halls were arguing over the truth and their throats were burning. Zen Master Puyuan had no choice but to kill the cat.

"Do we have to discuss the case again?" Ming Zhijin was stunned, then relieved.

Ryukawa Tetsu proved his worth and made Monk Hongping recognize his status in the literary world. Now he has changed from a cat to a monk, and wants to talk to the old monk about the second level of Nanquan Koan again.

“You can write The Golden Pavilion, but you can’t write Snow Country.”

The old monk's eyes began to glow darkly. If class literature is to dominate, there cannot be another "Snow Country".

This is a culture, a battle of ideas.

The more talented Longchuan Che is, the less he can write other articles.

"Don't make mistakes, don't let yourself be fooled."

The old monk chanted Buddhist mantras, and the dim light almost cast a layer of light on him.

“It’s not Buddha, but it’s pretty close.”

Seeing the old monk arguing with the young man, the old man who was watching on the side sighed.

Hongping was fascinated by Buddhism for decades and changed the social status quo with his own efforts.

The Kanto Earthquake, the anti-war movement, and the Aum Shinrikyo incident saved countless people.

In the lonely dark night, the old man was covered with lights like Buddha's light, and he advised Longchuan Che not to make mistakes, like a Buddha head guiding people to do good.

Some people in the crowd were shocked by the scene and took out paper and pen to copy it.

Old Zen temple, the head of the True Word Buddha.

Longchuan Che seemed to be about to be converted.
"The abbots in both halls have not yet opened their eyes, and the cats each have their own place to fight for." Long Chuan Che waved his sleeves, fanning away the flickering flames around him, and shaking off the old man's appearance as a human Buddha.

"I have never denied class literature. Why can't you tolerate a "Snow Country"?"

Longchuan Che looked at the old man, seeming a little puzzled.

The other party can be considered a man of great virtue and power, but he has been suppressing various factions.

"I said, the literary world may seem powerful, but it cannot influence this country without unity."

The old man was getting annoyed by being rejected all the time.

He frowned and looked at Longchuan Che, as if asking whether he should join his sect or die.

"Nanquan kills the cat, so impressive."

Longchuan Che looked at the sporadic flames around him and slowly handed over the snow-white manuscript.

"Zen Buddhism points directly to the human heart, and seeing the nature leads to Buddhahood. You compare yourself to Puyuan. Do you have Puyuan's Zen heart?"

Ryukawa Tetsu inserted the final draft of The Golden Pavilion into the flame and watched it smoke little by little.

"Puyuan was willing to bear the name of killing in order to resolve the dispute between the East and West Buddhist Halls. You let the literary world suppress other factions, and you have always maintained the image of a great monk from the beginning to now."

Longchuan Che squatted down beside the dazed old monk, the burning manuscript paper in his hand like a fire knife.

The fire knife tore the Golden Pavilion in his hand into pieces bit by bit, and also destroyed the vision of the revival of class literature.

Long Chuan Che squatted beside the old monk and spoke word by word.

"You are hypocritical, you are phony, until I, until "Snow Country" appeared, you could no longer sit still."

The young man pointed at the old monk's chest and asked.

"There is no blood under the skin, so the great use is unknown."

The scene where the boy accuses the Buddha is somewhat shocking.

He held the burning manuscript and pointed it at the monk in front of the Buddha statue.

They said that he was a six-armed Shura and there was no hope of salvation; they said that he was a liar and the whole world was shocked.

"Class literature if you guys are..."

Ryukawa Toru stood next to the old monk and looked at the so-called "Japanese literary world" and smiled.

"It's the end of the road."

The white manuscript paper fluttered along with the snowflakes.

Did Monk Hongping really use "greater evil to suppress lesser evil" like Mizoguchi?

no one knows.

But in the heavy snow of the first month of the lunar year, the old man hurriedly chased the manuscript thrown into the sky by Longchuan Che, and chased the burning Golden Pavilion.

Everyone just discovered...

This is the Buddha at the beginning of the text.

…seems to be no different from ordinary people.

Heisei 20 calendar.

A record of Japanese literature.

Longchuan burned down all the temples and destroyed the Golden Pavilion.

Hongping had a great panic for three days, and called Longchuan Tetsu...

He is a traitor to the country and the people, and a great threat to the literary world.

(End of this chapter)