Seeing the message Zhang Wei sent.
Wu Nian found it both amusing and exasperating. Before he could reply to Zhang Wei, another message arrived from Zhang Wei:
[Zhang Wei]: Oh right, Wu Nian, what urgent matter did you need me for? Don't tell me you're currently rolling around in bed with Xia Mei and don't know how to do it? That's understandable, what would a monk like you know? Don't worry, I'll teach you step-by-step, *manual_slipping.jpg*.
As Zhang Wei's message came through, Xia Mei, who had just recovered from her jealousy of Zhang Wei and Wu Nian, leaned in and said:
"What are you guys chatting about? Let me see."
The moment she spoke.
Xia Mei saw Wu Nian's hand covering the phone screen. Wu Nian, though inexperienced in love, wasn't foolish. If she saw Zhang Wei's message, she'd be overjoyed.
"Amitabha, this humble monk is not discussing anything significant with Zhang Wei, just some important matters."
Wu Nian said, subtly shifting his body to prevent Xia Mei from seeing the phone's content.
Unfortunately.
Wu Nian underestimated a girl's sensitivity. Xia Mei was first taken aback by his actions, then her cheeks puffed out. The earlier subsided jealousy surged back, turning her mild envy into a full-blown resentment.
"Hmph, if you don't want me to see, then don't! Go chat with your Zhang Wei. I'm going to play Honor of Kings. Hmph! Hmph!! Hmph!!!"
With her words.
Xia Mei snorted at Wu Nian and, huffing, picked up her phone and sat down nearby, opening Honor of Kings to vent her anger on her teammates.
At the same time, she made a decision: "When Wu Nian recites scriptures tomorrow, give me his phone. I want to see what you and Zhang Wei were talking about. You only care about Zhang Wei, not me. I'm so angry (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"
On the other side.
Because he had turned his body, Wu Nian didn't notice Xia Mei's expression. His attention was focused on replying to Zhang Wei, fearing that if he replied too late, Zhang Wei would send another bizarre message.
[Wu Nian]: Amitabha, Zhang Wei, you've misunderstood. This humble monk isn't asking about that. As I've said, nothing is possible between this humble monk and the benefactor Xia Mei. This humble monk still hasn't fallen in love with the benefactor Xia Mei today. *hands_together.jpg*
[Zhang Wei]: I don't believe you, I won't listen (」＞＜)」 Hahaha.
[Zhang Wei]: Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. Wu Nian, what did you need me for? You're looking for me so late, it must be something important.
Jokes aside, Zhang Wei knew Wu Nian's character. Wu Nian was compassionate and never liked to trouble others. For him to seek him out so late at night with an urgent matter clearly indicated something serious.
As Zhang Wei's message was sent.
Wu Nian, who had already prepared his words, replied to Zhang Wei:
[Wu Nian]: Amitabha, it's like this. Recently, this humble monk was discussing Buddhist principles with an elder from my sect. The elder gave this humble monk a difficult problem, asking how a monk like myself should solve such a dilemma.
Wu Nian didn't directly tell Zhang Wei about Huahua's plan to burn Mount Wutai.
It wasn't that he was embarrassed to say it, but Huahua had repeatedly told him not to tell its master, Zhang Wei, about burning Mount Wutai. It planned to give Zhang Wei a surprise. It believed that by burning Mount Wutai, it would definitely be able to infiltrate the Senluo Division and establish a foothold.
At that time, Zhang Wei would surely be happy to hear about its successful undercover operation.
However, Wu Nian was truly busy and didn't know how to solve it. He could only make an excuse, using the discussion of Buddhist principles with his sect elder as a way to discuss it with Zhang Wei, to prevent Zhang Wei from knowing in advance and ruining Huahua's surprise for Zhang Wei.
Afterward.
Wu Nian sent a message to Zhang Wei.
[Wu Nian]: My martial uncle told this humble monk that there was once a young monk who lived in a temple. Besides him, there were many other monks in the temple. However, due to recent events, the old monks had all gone on a long journey.
[Wu Nian]: At this time, a pilgrim came to the young monk, begging him to save him. The pilgrim said that the emperor was going to pass by the mountain where the temple was located, and the temple blocked the way. The emperor disliked this and asked the pilgrim to burn down the temple. If he didn't, he would face great misfortune.
[Wu Nian]: The pilgrim didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. He had to find his friend, the young monk in the temple, hoping for the young monk's understanding and also hoping the young monk would help burn down the temple, as he couldn't do it alone.
[Wu Nian]: So, Zhang Wei, in your opinion, considering the pilgrim's life safety and the young monk burning down the temple, which goes against Buddhist principles, what should the young monk do?
At the same time.
Facing the message from Wu Nian, Zhang Wei was stunned and immediately replied:
[Zhang Wei]: Your martial uncle must have a grudge against you. Is the problem that tricky?
[Zhang Wei]: But to be honest, I think this story is quite easy to solve.
Seeing this, Wu Nian quickly replied.
[Wu Nian]: Really? How do you solve it?
[Zhang Wei]: My suggestion is, don't burn the temple. That's too unfriendly to the young monk. How can a monk burn down a temple, especially their own? Don't you think so?
Looking at Zhang Wei's message, a hint of surprise appeared on Wu Nian's usually expressionless face.
He had been troubled by the matter of burning Mount Wutai for days. Now that Zhang Wei had given him advice not to burn the mountain, he knew how to proceed. He just needed to send the chat log with Zhang Wei to Huahua.
He figured Huahua would give up the idea of burning the mountain after seeing the chat log.
No sooner said than done.
Wu Nian immediately prepared to screenshot the chat log and send it to Huahua, earnestly persuading Huahua. However, just as he was about to screenshot... Zhang Wei sent another message.
[Zhang Wei]: So my suggestion is, blow up the temple.
Wu Nian: "..."
Wu Nian fell silent. The corners of his expressionless mouth twitched violently.
At this moment, before Wu Nian could ponder, Zhang Wei's message continued:
[Zhang Wei]: Burning the temple is impossible, but blowing it up, I think that's feasible. Think about it, the emperor was passing by and disliked the temple blocking the way, so he wanted to burn it down. But the emperor was only passing by once.
[Zhang Wei]: So after the emperor passes, the temple can be rebuilt. But if you burn it down, and it doesn't burn completely, leaving it half-ruined. From an economic perspective, renovating a burnt house is very costly. Notre Dame is the best proof.
[Zhang Wei]: But blowing up the temple is different. Just blow it to smithereens. That way, there's no need for renovation, and you can build a new temple.
[Zhang Wei]: Wu Nian, think about it. Since the temple is gone anyway, instead of repairing it to its original state and living in the renovated old temple, wouldn't it be more cost-effective to blow it up and rebuild? That way, you can live in a new temple. How great is that?
[Zhang Wei]: For example, if you have a three-bedroom, one-living-room home, renovating it still results in a three-bedroom, one-living-room. But if you blow up your home, you can rebuild it into a two-bedroom, one-living-room with a yard. Isn't living in a new home wonderful? *crooked_mouth_dragon_king.jpg*
[Zhang Wei]: Moreover, if you blow up the temple with great force, with a boom, you can not only blow the temple away but also create a pit. This directly saves the effort of digging the foundation pit. It's all done for you. Hey! That's another saving on construction costs. How cost-effective! Isn't it! *big_curvy_eyes.jpg*
[Zhang Wei]: So I suggest blowing up the temple. This way, the young monk won't go against Buddhist principles. Because even if the sect elders ask, or even if the Buddha himself asks, the young monk can confidently say, "Amitabha, Buddha, I wanted to build a new temple for the Buddha."
[Zhang Wei]: After all, burning down a temple doesn't look like part of the building process, but blowing it up does. Think about it, aren't demolitions done with explosives nowadays?
[Zhang Wei]: This way, the young monk will be fine.
[Zhang Wei]: The pilgrim will also be fine. Because whether it's burning or blowing, it's all related to fire. Blowing is even more intense. The emperor might even praise the pilgrim, "Well done, I only asked you to burn a temple, but my dear minister, you've exceeded expectations! Ruthless! I shall reward you greatly, bestowing official titles and honors!" *Cao Cao lets out a wild laugh.jpg*.