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Chapter 426 Silla: According to investigation, Shaolin Temple actually originated from my country...

In the flying shadows of sticks, Shaolin Buddhism saves all living beings.

When the bloody sticks were withdrawn on their backs one after another, in front of the thirteen monks who showed their sharpness, there were already people lying on the ground.

Their strikes were measured, and none of the guards died, but it was inevitable that limbs would be broken, and they would scream or groan in pain.

Jin Qintu was a warrior in the battlefield, and from the moment the monks put on their posture, he knew that this group of monks was really strong.

Jin Zhenzhu, on the other hand, is in charge of military weapons, similar to a civilian job in the Ministry of War, so her reaction is much slower, and she is even dumbfounded.

How come the monks of the Tang Dynasty are not the same as our Silla monks?
On the other hand, the fierce Shaolin monks had a good fight, and let out a good mouthful of grievances in their own country.

What surprised them even more was that toughness brought respect instead.

No one cared about the life and death of those attendants, Jin Qin suddenly rode out, laughed and said: "Brave monk Tang, I apologize to you on behalf of Jin Zhenzhu, we in Silla worship Buddha and will not offend Buddhist monks."

Jin Zhenzhu's complexion darkened, and she was very uncomfortable being squeezed by these words, and hurriedly said: "This old man has absolutely no intention of hurting the eminent monks, but I was just impatient and out of courtesy, and I hope that the eminent monks will forgive me."

Zhijian sighed in his heart, if they dared to clash with nobles on the streets of the two capitals of the Tang Dynasty, they must have spent the night in the county government prison.

Zhixing coughed lightly and reminded: "Brother, we should go!"

Zhijian understood, put his palms together, and shouted loudly: "Amitabha! Let me take my leave!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left with a group of senior brothers.

After the matter, go to the Buddha clothes, and hide your body and name deeply.

Not to mention Jin Zhenzhu, even Jin Qintu clasped his hands together and bowed to see them off. The Silla people on both sides of the street fell on the ground, muttering sutras, and their faces were full of piety.

What we saw along the way was like this, and Zhijian frowned: "After this, our reputation has been greatly improved, so we just don't do anything, and strive to become the guest of the King of Silla."

Beating up the prime minister's attendant, the other party even apologized. This kind of treatment undoubtedly made all the monks excited, but Zhixing was a little worried: "Brother, we have a conflict with the monks of Silla. I am afraid that they are not good men. Let us make a trip. son……"

In fact, Zhijian was not without worries, but he gritted his teeth and said, "There is no way to do this. Maybe their reaction is not so fast. To complete the task entrusted by the inner guard, you must take a risk."

Zhiran, who can understand Silla dialect, thought for a while and said: "I think since the monks in Silla have such status, they should be worried about them. Instead of being murdered by them behind the scenes, it is better to come directly to the door and discuss the law with them." !"

The group of monks were startled: "On the Dharma?"

Shaolin Temple lacks everything, except eminent monks who can discuss the Dharma. If they really have profound Dharma practice, they will go to the enemy's dangerous situation to do what they want, and they will go on tour to teach the Dharma directly, and their lives will be very comfortable.

So some monks suggested: "Let's forget about the law, if you can fight the law..." "We should fight with martial arts, not with words!"

Zhi Ran smiled and said: "Brothers, you don't have to worry. As I said just now, Silla monks have a high status, and they are more afraid of losing. If we put on an aggressive posture, they might give in. At least they will delay and dare not Hastily agree?"

Zhixing's eyes lit up: "This statement is justified. If we put the conflict on the table, we can drag it until the Tang Dynasty's heavenly army overwhelms the border, and then it will be safe."

Zhijian thought about it carefully: "Let's do this, let's have a good discussion with the Silla monks!"

With a new plan, the next step is to find out which temple in Silla is better.

The good news is that there is no need to inquire specifically, first go to the center of Wangcheng, and then look at the stone tower.

The characteristic architecture of Silla Buddha Gate is not a magnificent palace with many Buddha statues, but a stone pagoda.

Looking in from the outside of the temple, whichever Buddhist temple has the tallest and majestic stone pagoda is basically the Buddhist temple with the highest status.

The Shaolin monks searched scatteredly, and quickly locked on a temple. Zhiran inquired: "This was originally Hongqing Temple. In order to avoid the taboo of my Tang emperor's name, it is now changed to Shengqing Temple. The abbot of the temple, Master Yuanguang, is the seat of King Silla. As a guest, the status is very high."

Zhijian was not happy when he heard this: "Abbot? How dare you call him abbot in this mere land of Silla?"

Zhi Ran smiled and said: "Isn't this better? This person has such a high status, let's see if he dares to accept our challenge!"

Zhijian nodded and strode forward, followed by a group of monks, with fluttering robes and blood dripping from long sticks, to the main gate of Shengqing Temple.

Before they could open their mouths, the little monks who guarded the door were frightened. The Zhike monk greeted him, and heard the strangely pronounced Silla dialect: "I have heard for a long time that the abbot of your temple has profound Buddhist teachings, and Shaolin Temple, the ancestor of Zen Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty, is here to pay a visit!"

A while later, Abbot Yuanguang received a message: "A group of monks from the Tang Dynasty blocked the gate of the temple and wanted to discuss the Dharma with the abbot."

Yuanguang's white eyebrows raised slightly, his cloudy eyes rolled and closed slowly: "Namo Maitreya Buddha!"

The disciples immediately understood the meaning, and said coldly: "Go to find that Shaolin monk, but you want to discuss the "San Maitreya Sutra" with us?"

Buddhism was introduced to various places, with different emphases. Compared with the vast land and resources of the Central Plains Dynasty, there were all schools of thought. Silla did not have such a large soil, so we could only catch one Buddha to study. Now the most popular one is Maitreya Buddha. This problem is inherent.

The Zhike monk went to spread the word, and this time he went for a long time before returning, and reported: "Those monks in the Tang Dynasty said that it is too little to talk about the Maitreya Sutra alone. They also have the Nirvana Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Golden Light Sutra, the Yoga The Sutra of Deep Secrets, Sutra of Contemplating Infinite Life..."

After reporting a long list of dishes like this, the Zhike monk added: "That man's speech is very strange. He said a lot of Buddhist scriptures, I really can't understand..."

The temple fell silent.

Yuan Guang was silent, motionless, as if passed away.

The disciples under the seat couldn't help but change their colors. Although they couldn't understand, they felt that it was very powerful. How could they be provoked?
The clever disciple paved the way for the master: "I have heard for a long time that Xuanzang, a holy monk in the Tang Dynasty, went to Tianzhu to obtain scriptures. These must have been passed down by Tianzhu, so we naturally don't know."

Some disciples worried: "In the past, there were Tang monks who came to our Silla, but they didn't care about the Dharma. Didn't this Shaolin Temple also have a correspondence with the temple before, did they have long been prepared to enter our Silla?"

This kind of worry ignited an upsurge of discussion, and the monks talked a lot, with worries about being squeezed out of their living space by their peers.

Seeing that the panic inevitably spread, Yuan Guang recovered from the state of passing away, slowly opened his eyes, and told the Zhike monk: "You let those Tang monks wait for a while, let the old man set a date, and then argue with them."

The Zhike monk took the order: "Yes!"

All the disciples fell silent immediately, and looked at the master eagerly, hoping to see the light of victory on his face.

As a result, the most sensitive people saw the momentary dodge in Yuan Guang's eyes, and their hearts sank involuntarily.

Yuanguang has already made a decision. He cannot accept this kind of theory that the outcome is uncertain. This is not only for himself, but also for the dignity of Silla.

But directly refusing would also discredit Shengqing Temple. He stood up and said, "This matter is of great importance. I want to enter the palace."

All the disciples stood up immediately, and the most trusted ones carried the Buddhist chariot, let Yuan Guang sit on it, and the other disciples stood respectfully on both sides, saying goodbye all the way: "Send it to the abbot!"

Jin Famin in the palace was just annoyed by his daughter's nonsense, and then he received Master Yuanguang, and got another bad news: "Tang Monk came to Silla to discuss the Dharma with Master?"

Yuan Guang clasped his hands together: "I don't dare to make up my own mind, so I'm here to ask the king for instructions!"

Jin Famin's face darkened slightly: "What the monks of the Tang Dynasty did may have another purpose behind it, the master really can't agree rashly."

In order to strengthen the imperial power, he and his father Jin Chunqiu not only suppressed the nobles and important officials, but also deliberately downplayed the role of Buddhism, but the effect was not good, because the people of Silla were used to the king being the incarnation of Buddha, and their predecessors were all good. Evil, so they were born in the holy bone, real bone, six-headed family and other families.

Silla's bone product system is deeply related to Buddhist thought. It is precisely because of the belief in this kind of reincarnation that everyone can live in peace. Classes are rigid, nobles will always be nobles, and untouchables will always be untouchables.

After all, the retribution of the previous life, how can it be changed, but once the theory of Buddhism is questioned, it is undoubtedly the nobles who will suffer the most impact if the theory of Buddhism is replaced by princes and generals, and Jin Famin is naturally unwilling to erupt such a situation The society is in turmoil, so Buddhism cannot be moved, let alone lose to the Tang people in terms of Dharma.

But although he is the incarnation of Buddha, he mainly spends his energy on military expansion, and his understanding of Buddhism is very shallow. In addition, Yuanguang is already one of the best monks in Silla. Can't help but have some headaches.

If there is someone who understands Datang...

Jin Famin suddenly thought of his daughter who just came back, and ordered: "Go and call Princess Zhizhao."

Fortunately, the palace was small enough, and Jin Zhizhao went there quickly and returned, and came before him without squinting and bowed down: "Father!"

Jin Famin saw that the daughter's eyes were red, as if she had just cried, and she became more and more displeased with the attitude of this little girl, but she endured it, told the matter briefly, and finally asked: "Young girl, what do you think about the Shaolin Temple in the Tang Dynasty?" Understand?"

Jin Zhizhao's eyes brightened, his spirit regained his strength, and he hurriedly said: "I tell my father, this monastery has already fallen in the Tang Dynasty, and I have no choice but to expel the Shaolin monks, so I don't need to pay attention to them at all! "

Jin Famin frowned: "According to your words, isn't it because I, Silla, feared them and damaged the dignity of our country?"

Yuan Guang also shook his head slightly.

Jin Zhizhao said anxiously: "Father, the Great Tang wants to use troops against us in Silla. At this time, the monks from Shaolin Temple are already suspected of misconduct when they enter the country. Is it fear to expel them? What I seek in Silla is the way to strengthen the country, not Such a false name!"

Jin Famin didn't receive any news from Jin Renwen at all, and he didn't believe that Datang would suddenly use troops against Silla. He waved his hand and said, "You have many prejudices against Datang in your heart. How can I believe what you say? Like you As I said, the Shaolin Temple does not have a high status in the Tang Dynasty, so it cannot be expelled at will, let alone the failure of the theory of the law, what can you do?"

Jin Zhizhao fell silent, and suddenly thought of Li Yuanfang's extremely contemptuous joke at that time, and compared it to the present, he tentatively said: "My daughter used to read ancient books in the Tang Dynasty, Shaolin Temple is the Zen sect taught by Bodhidharma, and Bodhidharma also taught it in Liaodong." footprints, maybe I was born in Silla..."

This is no different from nonsense, even Jin Famin was taken aback for a moment.

Just when Jin Zhizhao felt relieved and felt that Silla had not reached that point at all, Master Yuanguang's voice suddenly sounded: "Namo Maitreya Buddha, pay homage to Patriarch Bodhi. There is a law to follow in this matter, and there are also Buddhas in my temple. The seal of the heart proves that Bodhidharma is from Silla."

Jin Zhizhao's face suddenly changed, and he regretted suddenly. He could only pray silently: "Father, don't say that...Father, don't say that..."

However, this prayer was not received by the Patriarch Bodhidharma who changed his nationality after all. Jin Famin's eyes lit up slightly, and his clever head suddenly had a new idea:

"The origin of Shaolin Dharma was verified by Master Yuanguang. This king has thought of the royal family of Goryeo, which may also be related to my Samhanda. This matter must be investigated clearly, so that we can provide the most reliable information for our Silla dominance in Liaodong." The basics!"

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