NOVPUBSong Bing listened, a stunned expression crossing his face.
"Blood Maitreya? What is that, is it powerful?"
Wu Bin explained from the side, "Since ancient times, the image of Maitreya Buddha has always been controversial and was banned in many dynasties."
"Because in Buddhist teachings, Dipankara Buddha is in charge of the past, The Buddha is in charge of the present, and Maitreya Buddha is in charge of the future."
"The past is definitely over, and there’s no way to change it. While the present is happening, it’s not easy to change it in a moment’s notice. But the future, how it will be is something you can actively choose."
"So whenever there were rebellions, the Buddha they worshipped was inevitably Maitreya."
Having heard Wu Bin’s explanation, Song Bing suddenly understood.
Isn’t this the same as Brother Asan’s philosophy?
Many people were puzzled why Brother Asan, despite living such a terrible life, always seemed very optimistic, and the root lies right here.
The religion they believe in holds the same view as Maitreya Buddha.
It means that although you suffer in this life and don’t live well, not making something of yourself,
all the suffering you endure is actually for cultivating blessings for your next life.
So no matter how humble or miserable you live this life, in the next one, through reincarnation, you will get a better life and status.
And domestically, there were some people who thought the same way, most notably the White Lotus Sect at the end of the Yuan dynasty.
Song Bing said in surprise, "So, those who believe in Maitreya are people who believe they will live better in the next life after reincarnation, does that mean most of them have a tendency towards suicide?"
Wu Bin nodded and said, "This is actually a very dangerous thought. Not wanting to live life well now, but waiting to make changes in the next life. What’s more important is that for some illusive so-called blessings, they could do atrocious, inhuman deeds."
The more Song Bing heard, the more his scalp tingled.
"Old Wu, if what you’re saying is true, what should I do now? Should I call the police to arrest him?"
Wu Bin gave Song Bing a look and said, "Arrest him for what? Even if you call the police, what reason would they have to arrest him, because he carved a statue of Maitreya Buddha?"
"These are all just our speculations and we have no solid evidence. Most importantly, even if we could prove he has potentially dangerous ideological tendencies, after all, he hasn’t actually done anything, and so we have no grounds to act against him."
Song Bing grew more anxious and irritated.
Knowing clearly that there was a person with dangerous thoughts in his own factory, why was it that he couldn’t do anything about it?
Wu Bin said to Song Bing, "Why don’t you think about it from a different angle, why did he come to work at your family’s factory?"
Wu Bin’s question left Song Bing speechless.
"What else? My family pays well. He is a very famous woodcarving master around here, and my parents are bosses who cherish talent, so they offered him a high salary to lure him over."
"His salary is three times that of other masters, and my parents treat him with all kinds of good food and care, of course he wants to work at my place."
As soon as Song Bing finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was off.
"Wait a minute, if he really cares only about the next life as you say, not this one, then whether the salary is high or not shouldn’t matter to him at all, right?"
Wu Bin glanced at him.
"It seems you’re not all that foolish."
"Nothing in this world happens by coincidence; everyone has a logic to their actions. So, Wan Xiu’s willingness to work at your place must not be for the salary he receives each month, but for some other reason."
"If we can determine his purpose for working at your place, then the initiative will be in our hands."".
Song Bing felt that made sense upon hearing it.
It was at this moment that Tang Hao received a phone call, and his tone became impatient.
"Haven’t I told you guys to make the foundation more solid at that place? Didn’t you understand my words? How could it possibly collapse halfway through?"
"Alright, alright, I got it, I’m on my way now."
After hanging up the phone, Tang Hao turned to look at Song Bing.
"There’s a bit of a problem at the Houshan Ancestral Hall. I need to go and handle it immediately. Song Bing, you go ahead and take your friend to my house, and I’ll come back after I’ve dealt with the situation."
Song Bing hurriedly said, "Uncle, I have something I want to talk to you about."
Tang Hao glanced at his watch and replied, "Whatever it is, we can talk when I get back. The issue at the ancestral hall is more pressing; I need to handle that first."
At this point, Tang Hao’s entire focus was on the ancestral hall.
After quickly exchanging a few words with Song Bing, he turned and left straight away.
Seeing Tang Hao leave, Song Bing had no choice but to take Wu Bin and the others to wait for him at Tang Hao’s home.
Since they all lived in the same village, Tang Hao’s house wasn’t far, quite close to the factory, in fact.
Unlike Song Bing’s villa, Tang Hao’s home was just a simple three-story self-built western-style house with a large yard below.
When Song Bing got to the gate and pushed, he realized that the gate to the courtyard was actually locked.
"Who locks the door in broad daylight?"
Song Bing muttered to himself but still raised his hand to knock.
Soon, a woman’s voice came from inside.
"Who is it?"
Song Bing shouted into the house.
"Auntie, it’s me, Song Bing."
After a while, the sound of high heels clicking could be heard from the courtyard.
Then the courtyard gate creaked open, and a woman dressed in a red cheongsam stood smiling behind the door.
"Oh, it really is little Bing coming back. Your uncle just called me and told me to get some food ready for you all at home. Don’t stand outside; come in quickly."
As Song Bing walked in, he said, "Auntie, these are my friends, Wu Bin, Zhu Ling, and He Bingbing."
"This is my auntie Wang Li, the village schoolteacher."
The Livestream viewers couldn’t help but start discussing when they saw Wang Li.
"Oh my, the aunt is so pretty! Look at that figure, that face; I think she could easily be a model."
"Aren’t the wives of rich families all like this? Haven’t you seen the size of Song Bing’s family’s estate? If you were as wealthy as their family, you could also find such a beautiful wife."
"No, dude, she’s a teacher? Can a teacher really dress like that? If my teacher had dressed like that back in the day, my grades couldn’t possibly have been at the bottom!"
Wang Li’s beauty was different from that of Zhu Ling and He Bingbing. 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝖔𝔪
The beauty of Zhu Ling and He Bingbing was more of a natural elegance.
