The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 396, Master Xuancang

'Yuanqing' remained silent for a long time, allowing this disciple to use his mana.

This is also part of the 'On Tao'.

It's hard to tell which is better.

But 'boxing' is possible.

Who is stronger and who is weaker.

But it is clear at a glance, and it is more able to capture the hearts of the people.

But Yuan Qing said to himself with a sad face: "Sure enough, the kingdom of mortals needs to be educated, and their hearts are uncertain. Only violence and animal nature can conquer them. That's why they need Buddha nature to purify their violence."

The sound has special ripples, which can only be heard by the practitioners present.

Kazumako said lightly.

"Because all beings are ignorant, we need to lead them to the right path, not an impulse to erase all our possibilities."

"If you lose your bestiality, you will lose everything. If you don't even have the most basic bestiality, how can you bear it?"

Kazumako also began to control the wind, blowing away the ubiquitous Buddha light here.

But at this time, the menacing Zhang Daoling did not slash at the image of the great Buddha behind him, but instead slashed the golden light curse at the monk's magic power.

The body of the gods and spirits is the body.

It is the most direct and effective to clearly cut to the Dharma Body of the Great Buddha.

Seeing that Zhang Daoling did not cut off the Dharma Body of the Great Buddha, Yuan Qing showed a slight disappointment on his face.

"Want to seduce me to kill the Buddha? I'm not as stupid as you think."

Zhang Daoling said in disdain.

If the dharmakaya is beheaded, then tomorrow's headline will be 'Taoist beheads Buddha in public'.

Then there are thousands of rhythms.

"Amitabha, how could it be, how you want to act, that should be the law of fate." Yuan Qing just said indifferently.

Zhang Daoling raised the golden light sword mantra, although it was not for killing the Buddha, but it was still light, turning into golden winds, blowing the golden Buddha swaying.

He didn't intend to kill the Buddha, but he still let the Buddha lose face and be at a disadvantage.

"I didn't expect you to have such a cultivation base. Obviously you haven't fully recovered yet."

"Are you jealous? Pindao was in the Realm of Immortals at any rate during his lifetime."

Zhang Daoling narrowed his eyes and smiled.

envy?

Am I jealous?
"Amitabha."

Outside Tianfeng Temple, Monk Xuancang had already arrived in front of Tianfeng Temple.

Seeing the big Buddha in the sky and the golden light flying together, Xuan Cang couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It seems that this discussion is really intense."

"Excuse the mage, yes."

"Amitabha, the poor monk is here to participate in the water and land ceremony."

"Forehead"

The two guarding monks of Tianfeng Temple looked at each other, and they both saw the weirdness in each other's eyes.

This gray cassock was no longer cheap, it was even a bit shabby.

After the wind and frost, it is so.

At this moment, Xuan Cang's appearance alone is not satisfactory.

The disciple guarding the mountain shook his head. Even if such a monk went to the mountain, he would not be able to bring any help to the master.

"Dare to ask which temple the mage is from, the current Tianfeng Temple is temporarily unable to receive foreigners"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is a wandering monk."

Hearing that it was a wandering monk, the disciples guarding the mountain felt that there was no need to talk to him.

"The matter of giving food is over, please ask the mage to go back."

The mountain guard disciple probably felt that Xuancang had come to beg for food.

Just when the two of them drove Xuan Cang away with some impatience, a gust of spiritual wind passed by, and the expressions of both of them became bewildered.

"Ask the mage to sit down"

Xuancang turned around, but saw that Jueming still had a spell left in his hand.

"Also ask the mage to save their lives."

Xuan Cang sighed lightly.

After thinking about it for a while, Jueming said, "Okay."

Xuancang entered this place of discussion.

When Xuan Cang entered, all the people with some cultivation power all looked at the gate in unison.

Li Wei also looked at this unattractive monk in surprise.

There was no mana with him, not even a hint of danger.

However, it seemed that the person who came was not alone.

But a cicada.

golden cicada.

"you"

Yuan Qing looked at the gray-robed monk who came in from outside the temple, his eyes also changed inexplicably.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is a wandering little monk. He feels that he has learned some Dharma and Zen Buddhism. He also comes to this Water and Land Dharma Assembly to talk about my Buddha and my principles."

Yuan Qing just said indifferently.

"Then please, mage take a seat."

"Thank you."

Although Master Xuancang walks without exaggerated Buddhist appearance, it also has the intention of holding flowers calmly.

He didn't sit on the Buddhist side, which made many Buddhists a little stunned. Why is this little monk so ignorant?
"Master, we Buddhist disciples are seated here." A monk on the other side couldn't help reminding.

"Amitabha Buddha, since he talks about the Dharma, he talks about the Dharma, but not his position. So it doesn't matter where he sits?" Xuan Cang said flatly, saying that the monk was speechless and even a little embarrassed.

However, Xuan Cang did not choose to sit at the middle of the Taoist sect, but just put the futon on the sidemost place.

To express our position, it does not belong to the current Taoist school, nor does it belong to the current Buddhist school.

"The sea of ​​bitterness has no limit, if you turn your head and stay on the shore, why don't you follow me through the misery of the world."

Yuan Qing looked at the 'Golden Cicada' Xuan Cang at this time, but his eyes showed a little greed uncontrollably.

That is from the heart, the most instinctive greed.

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It's actually Jin Chan. How could he be here?
"The suffering in the world is not something we can overcome. Only people can overcome the sea of ​​suffering by themselves."

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. How can mortals cross themselves? I am a Buddha who is merciful, ordered by heaven, and a Buddha who crosses people." The golden big Buddha said.

Facing the most sacred Dharma image of Buddhism, Xuancang said without any reverence, or rather, with a little pity.

"You cross the sea of ​​suffering, so who will cross you?"

"My Buddha is a Buddha, and I don't need people to cross me?"

An old monk stood up and scolded: "You young disciple, you are a rebellious person who recites Buddha in your mouth, but there is no Buddha in your heart."

"It is precisely because the poor monk has a Buddha in his heart."

"Then you see the Buddha disrespectful?"

Xuan Cang shook his head.

"The 'Buddha' of the poor monk is not a real thing, but a state, a state, not earth, stone, gilt, or objects with appearance. The poor monk is a Buddha today, and you are a Buddha, and he is also a Buddha. Since Everyone is a Buddha, so why do you need to treat him alone?"

The old monk got angry, and scolded Xuan Cang for his offense.

"presumptuous!"

"Bodhi does not have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust."

"Master, why are you so obsessed with your own 'desire'?"

Xuancang's Chinese language directly refers to the Dharma of the Great Buddha.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The man who said that "strong desire" is the evil of all living beings and the source of chaos in the world, who wanted to wish all people in the world to be Buddhas with a pure heart and few desires, was pointed at his head.

Why cling to your own 'desires'?
(End of this chapter)