Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 650
Zen Master Chenghui stepped out proudly, clasped his hands together, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, today's gathering of many eminent monks from our Buddhist sect in the imperial capital is a grand event that has never happened in a hundred years. Today, I would like to take this opportunity to hold a discussion on Buddhism and Taoism. It's a grand event in the martial arts world!"

He is very eloquent, and his words moved the audience on and off the stage. Seeing that the time had come, Chan Master Chenghui raised his voice and said, "In this case, I will temporarily stay at the head of Buddhism, waiting for the sages and elders of the Taoist sect. Come and challenge!"

Zen Master Bukong of Zhulin Temple said with a smile: "Brother Chenghui is an eminent monk in the Pure Land Realm. He is superb in Buddhism and martial arts. It is naturally the best to be the first round. The poor monk is not talented, and I would like to guard the second round!"

Ashoka Temple Mo Ke Nanan immediately said: "In this case, the poor monk should be the third round!"

Xuankong Temple Bodhiliuzhi Tanluan said proudly: "The old man will come to suppress this fourth round!"

Lama Temple Shizi Chengyuan Yinguang took a step forward and said with a smile: "This fifth round is played by a poor monk!"

These five old monks are all famous martial arts masters in Buddhism.Ming [-] and Ming saw that the two monks were determined, they looked at each other and smiled.Only Mingjian said with a smile: "Xuan Guan Immortal Chief, I already have five guards in my Buddhist sect, but Xuanmen is the first to attack the altar?"

"No hurry, no hurry!" Taoist Xuanguan chuckled, "I was discussing with you before, and there were nine people from both sides. Now you only have five guards, and there are still four who haven't appeared. It's better to make a decision first." The other four, do the theory again!"

"Do you want to delay time? Xuan Guan, you made a mistake—" Seeing Zen Master secretly said in his heart, his eyes flickered, he smiled lightly, "In that case, invite four other masters!"

Among the monks sitting around the group, suddenly came out a King Ming, who was born with a vision, with three eyes on his forehead, a clan cover in his right hand, and a vajra in his left hand. Said: "Quanzhou Qingjing Temple Jinding Mingwang Fanpan, the sixth round can be handed over to the poor monk!"

Another sad-faced old monk came out slowly and sighed: "How can monks be angry and fight? It's just for the sake of orthodoxy, and the old monk has to fight..."

He sighed, clasped his hands together, his eyelids drooped, and the void was rippling behind him, and a Dharma figure of the Ming King appeared vaguely. Everywhere he looked, he couldn't help shivering.

Daoist Qingxu frowned, and shouted: "Bodhi Fazang of Jinguang Temple, you are incapable of surpassing King Ming's cultivation, even in the pure land, you can be counted as one of the few good players, how come you also join the battle?" Zen Master Fazang smiled wryly again and again , shook his head and said: "Little friend Qingxu, I have no choice but to come, please forgive me!"

Another Tutuo came out from among the monks, laughed and said: "Fazang, I have heard for a long time that your invincibility is profound and unpredictable, but you have no chance to fight. If you miss in the seventh round today, the poor monk will naturally avenge you!"

That Toutuo was born with a hulking back, thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a rough appearance, a string of thick Buddhist beads around his neck, an eight-spoke vajra wheel in his right hand, and a single-strand vajra pestle in his left.

"Dalunming King Fotucheng?" Huayang Jianjun sneered and shouted, "The monks from the Western Regions also came to join the battle? This is strange. Could it be that Chinese Buddhism is so unbearable that even the nine guardians can't get together?" Qi, do you still need to ask for help from the Western Regions?"

Fotucheng looked up to the sky and made a haha, and laughed loudly: "Jiang Jun Huayang, 30 years ago you were no match for a poor monk, but today it is a battle between Buddhism and Taoism, where is there any difference in region? Even if you are from outside Conghua If you want to choose a good player to fight, the poor monk will naturally have nothing to say!"

The group of Taoists are all angry, the Taoist lineage has always only preached in the Central Plains, how can they turn out to be friends from outsiders?This Buddhism is shameless, fearing that there are not enough masters in Chinese Buddhism, even the Great Wheel Ming King from the Western Regions was invited. This man is powerful, and there are very few people in the world who can surpass him.

Taoist Xuanguan shook his head, and said proudly: "Junior Brother Huayang, why do you need to be as knowledgeable as him? He said that there is no difference in region, so what's the point of letting him fight? Only by being humble and courteous can we show the greatness of my Dongtu Taoist sect. .”

Huayang Jianjun stopped arguing and said with a smile: "As Brother Dao said, Gautama Siddhartha of Kapilavattva came to guard the ring, and he can be regarded as a member of the Buddhist sect. Forget it, forget it, you can send it at will It’s time for a good player to fight!”

As we all know, Buddhism originally originated from Kapilavatthu in ancient India, and Gautama Siddhartha was the founder of Buddhism, Sakyamuni.What Sword Lord Huayang said was interesting, and many people in the audience who knew a little about Buddhist allusions burst into laughter. Even the golden chariot watching the battle on the high platform shook slightly, obviously Ji Xi was laughing hard.

The old faces of all the monks were instantly livid with anger, and many young monks looked ashamed, but when they saw the Chan Master, they looked as usual, and saluted with palms together: "It's best for King Dalun Ming to guard the eighth ring!"

"As for the ninth round!" Seeing a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Chan Master's mouth, he bowed and said in salute, "I invite Master Uncle!"

Hearing the sounds of the Brahma from the heavens, auspicious clouds lingering in the sky, and dense aura filled the air, the figure of a compassionate old monk gradually emerged in mid-air, surrounded by Buddha's light and precious aura, invincible from all evil, as if there was an invisible step in the air, growing step by step Lian, walking slowly from the sky.

He stepped down from the air step by step, landed on the high platform, put his palms together, and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, poor monk Shaolin Chengjing, I have seen you all!"

Seeing this person, all the monks stood up and saluted with palms together. Even Chan Master Chenghui, who was the most senior on the stage, bowed his head and clasped his hands together, saying, "I've seen you senior brother!"

Ji Xi, who was leaning on the luanjia, didn't know the old monk. Seeing the solemn appearance of the monk, and displaying his profound and superb martial arts, Ji Xi tickled his little finger at the servant next to him, and asked curiously: "The old monk who is it?"

The servant came from a famous sect, upon hearing the words, he hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, this is the former abbot of Shaolin Temple, Zen Master Chengjing. It was rumored that he was old and weak, so it was passed on to the current abbot, Zen Master Mingxing. I am afraid that he is tired of the sect's affairs, so he resigned from the position of abbot and concentrated on studying Buddhism and martial arts."

"The previous abbot?" Ji Xi nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and said slowly, "When they finish the martial arts competition, invite that eminent monk to come and talk!"

"Oh no, Your Majesty seems to be tempted by an eminent monk from the Buddhist sect..." Since entering the court, Daoist Xuanguan has been good at dancing, and has handled the relationship with all the servants very properly. Hearing Ji Xi's words, the servant couldn't help but secretly worried .

Zen Master Chengjing had a peaceful expression, smiled and saluted Xuanguan Daojun Jishou, and said softly: "Lucky to Master Wu Huaide, I will be the master of the ninth ring. I wonder what the Master will do?"

Seeing Cheng Jing appearing on the stage, Daoist Xuanguan's face was a bit ugly, and he was silent for a long time, before he said in a deep voice: "Senior personally took action to suppress the beating, what else can Xuanguan say?"

Ming saw the Zen master chuckled, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "The nine masters of the Buddhist sect are all on the line, all the elders of the Taoist sect, please attack—"

(End of this chapter)