A dead silence still hung over the scene. Everyone realized something terrible had happened.
A Holy Child, the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, had died during a Zen Master's dharma assembly. This was a major incident.
But by comparison, the fact that nothing had happened to the Buddha's Son was a blessing in disguise.
The death of a Holy Child was a sin, and they could not escape the blame.
But if something had happened to the Buddha's Son, it would have been a grave sin, an offense from which not even ten thousand deaths could absolve them.
In contrast, the Holy Child was dead while the Buddha's Son was perfectly fine. This, paradoxically, made the situation more acceptable.
Choosing the lesser of two evils. At this thought, everyone began to calm down.
The Holy Child was already dead. All they could do now was clean up the mess.
