Yuan Shao, the father of Fanghua in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 880: Drinking and Debating the Scriptures
As the days passed, the dispute between Taiping, Buddhism and Taoism in Xuzhou became more and more extreme, so much so that both Chen Deng and Zang Hong saw signs of danger and wrote to ask Yuan Xi how to deal with it.

They naturally knew that Yang Feng was behind Taiping Dao, and they didn't know exactly how far Yuan Xi wanted to go. They didn't know what was normal in their hearts, so Yuan Xi wrote back to them respectively, saying that they should just wait and see what happens.

Mi Zhen saw that Yuan Xi looked like he was just watching the fun and didn't mind the matter, so she whispered: "Many of the gentry people in Xuzhou believe in Buddhism. If my husband just sits back and ignores it, will someone take the opportunity to slander me?"

Yuan Xi smiled and said: "I know what you are thinking."

"Xuzhou is rich and has money and leisure. Naturally, there is a desire to pray to God and worship Buddha. It is impossible to suppress it blindly."

"But this world is actually not rich enough for ordinary people to donate their money to support people who get something for nothing."

"It's not like I haven't given him two chances. I've also talked to people before."

"I told Yang Feng that if Taiping Dao wants to establish itself in Xuzhou, it needs to do something useful to people."

"Yang Feng chose to turn alchemists into doctors and practice medicine among the people. At the same time, he used part of the remuneration to build bridges and pave roads. This is somewhat similar to Zhang Lu's Five Pecks of Rice approach. I think it still has merit."

"In contrast, I am quite dissatisfied with the answers Xuzhou Buddhism and Taoism gave me. They have been bluffing me with nonsense all day long, but they have not taken any practical actions. They even want to ask me for land to build a temple."

So they began to convene the abbots of major temples from all over the country to think about countermeasures. Finally, they teamed up with dozens of abbots and used various unscrupulous methods and verbal deceptions to force Yang Feng to agree to convene a Taoist and Buddhist victory conference.

But Yang Feng was the first one who could force them to this point, which made the Buddhist monks who had been in the limelight before and had no opponents feel ashamed. They were keenly aware that if they could not debate the scriptures, Overwhelming the Taiping Dao, the Buddhist Dao can only be maintained in Xuzhou from now on!

This man is a meat-and-potatoes monk from a large temple in Guangling. His dharma name is Zhizhang. Before he became a monk, he was a subordinate of Zuo Rong. He was quite good at martial arts. Because he killed someone, he became a monk to avoid disaster. With the help of Zuo Rong's relationship, he quickly rose to become a famous official. Abbot.

The reason why they didn't win was because the circular argumentation logic of Buddhism and Taoism was too clumsy. It was almost impossible to completely defeat them. This was also the confidence of the abbot of Buddhism and Taoism.

A few days later, the news came, and the result was no surprise, but the process left Mi Zhen and other female family members stunned.

"I heard that both sides have summoned powerful experts. I would like to see what Yang Feng does."

Mi Zhen said in surprise: "She wants to debate scriptures with those monks?"

Since Yang Feng got acquainted with Yuan Xi, he used Yuan Xi's point of view to fill in many loopholes in the Taiping Qingling Book and formed a set of self-consistent logic.

Facing the competition, he was unsure at first, but one day he suddenly had an idea and asked to compete with Yang Feng for the enlightenment in the classic debate.

Yuan Xi smiled and said, "I'm also very curious."

"Xuzhou is famous for its skillful debate on Buddhism and Taoism. Can Commander Yang really be able to argue?"

The rules are very simple. The two sides send people to debate scriptures. Each side will ask a question in the first two games. If they win both games, they will be victorious. If there is a draw, the gambling battle will continue to ask questions until the winner is determined.

In addition, she dressed up deliberately in advance, used makeup to cover the scars on her face, and made an image of a weak woman. She found the Buddhist and Taoist Alliance in Guangling, and as the saint of Taiping Island, used Taiping Qingling Book and Guangling. The abbots of several large temples debated scriptures.

On weekdays, he was sanctimonious and had the demeanor of an eminent monk. In fact, he did evil things in private, even deceiving and imprisoning pilgrims and women. However, he was a bastard in Buddhism. Among the abbots who debated scriptures, he was one of the few who was suppressed by Yang Feng.

But what is surprising is that the person who was unreasonable turned out to be a certain abbot from the Buddhist side.

When Yuan Xi said this, he felt that it was a bit absurd. He had traveled through time himself, but he still didn't believe in the theory of reincarnation. Maybe it was because he was extremely resistant to this deceptive thing about future generations, right?
He continued: "If that's the case, don't blame me for sitting idly by. Yang Feng recently issued a challenge to them, and there was a good show."

With the support of this set of logic, Yang Feng and several abbots debated scriptures and actually gained the upper hand.

Lu Lingqi recently fell in love with drinking. After hearing the news, she drank all the wine in her hand and smiled at Yuan Xi: "Sure enough, this is something only she can do."

Yang Feng went there as a saint of Taiping Dao, so she used the name Zhang Ning, not the famous Black Mountain Army Yang Feng.

When Yuan Xi heard this, he knew that Yang Feng must be pretending to be a fool, and the facts proved his suspicion.

"This will affect the rise and fall of Xuzhou in the future. Let's wait and see."

Stick-drinking debate is a common form of debate in Buddhism and Taoism. It is characterized by each party holding a wooden stick as thick as a child's arm, raising it above their heads, and then asking each other questions.

If you are not satisfied with the other person's answer, you will hit the other person's door with a stick and shout at the same time: "Are you enlightened?"

If the other party says that he or she is not enlightened or the answer is not satisfactory to the questioner, the questioner will continue to beat him with the stick until the other party gives an answer that satisfies him.

The disgusting thing about this method is that whether the answer is correct or not depends entirely on the subjective judgment of the questioner. If the questioner is shameless, he can keep beating him. Of course, this kind of public debate in front of everyone cannot be so ridiculous. Most of the time, both sides take turns to ask questions. However, Monk Zhizhang calculated well. The other party is a weak woman. Seeing this kind of fighting method, she will definitely feel fear and herself. I'm confused, unable to answer calmly, and I'm afraid I'll just give up in the end.

And if the other party dares to agree, it will play into Monk Zhizhang's plan. He has learned martial arts. Can the power of the stick in his hand be the same as that of a weak woman opposite him?

If he gets the first move, the victory is determined. If the other side gets the first move, he will probably get hit with a stick. With the strength of the woman opposite him, how much pain can he get?

Maybe I can’t even lift the stick!

After hearing this, the other abbots all praised Zhizhang for being smart, and after Yang Feng arrived, they all supported this method of duel. At the same time, everyone used words to persuade him, saying that if they lost, they would give up their position as the abbot of the temple and leave Xuzhou, not knowing Taiping. Do you dare?
To the surprise of these abbots, the saint named Zhang Ning in front of them actually agreed!
Their first reaction was that Taiping Dao would find other alchemists to fight, but Yang Feng said calmly: "Since I am the saint of Taiping Dao, I will naturally take action myself."

When the dozens of Buddhist and Taoist abbots heard this, they were overjoyed and came together to sign a life-and-death contract with Yang Feng, stipulating that both parties would abide by the agreement and not go back on it.

They were so happy that they couldn't argue with each other. They couldn't follow Monk Zhizhang's approach and hit the target with one blow. How could they kill this delicate saint? Isn't their side a sure winner?

As the news spread, the whole of Xuzhou was in a sensation. A high platform was erected at the debate venue in Guangling City, and people from all over the country came to watch this event in the provincial capital.

There were so many people around the dojo that day that Chen Deng had to send thousands of sergeants to maintain order. Many people even came here from Jiangdong.

Monk Zhizhang jumped onto the stage first, followed by Yang Feng, who walked softly and carefully. She was wearing Taiping Tao alchemist robes. In fact, her facial features were not bad. Against the background of the clothes, she did have the demeanor of a saint.

The two sat face to face. Monk Zhizhang was still determined to argue with Yang Feng. However, he found that his words were no match for him, so he made a prompt decision and asked for mutual questioning with sticks and drinks.

Then he was lucky enough to guess first and win, taking the lead.

Everyone in the audience saw Zhizhang picking up a big stick with a ferocious smile. The Buddhist and Taoist believers cheered loudly, and the Taiping Taoist believers cursed.

The people of Taiping Dao didn't understand why Yang Feng would agree to such conditions, but they had already made up their minds. If the saint died on the stage, they would go up and kill all the monks present!
Zhizhang raised the wooden stick high and shouted to Yang Feng: "I am reminding the saint that no one is perfect under Buddha's stick. It's too late for you to admit defeat now!"

Yang Feng said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. I'll be here soon."

Zhizhang turned red after hearing this and said, "Since you are seeking death, don't blame me!"

He asked a question, Yang Feng answered a few words, and Zhizhang shouted: "That's wrong!"

"Look at the stick!"

The wooden stick slammed down with a whistling sound, hitting Yang Feng hard on the head, and everyone present couldn't help but scream.

Zhizhang used all his strength this time, and insidiously slashed the edge of the stick on Yang Feng's forehead.

He saw a trace of blood slowly flowing down from Yang Feng's forehead. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but the next moment his hand lightened, and Yang Feng had already taken the wooden stick in his hand.

Zhizhang couldn't figure out why the wooden stick suddenly came into Yang Feng's hand, but he was even more surprised as to why Yang Feng didn't fall down, so he heard Yang Feng say: "It's my turn to ask."

"My question is, are you ready to die?"

Zhizhang suddenly felt that something was wrong and couldn't help but said: "Wait a minute, I..."

The next moment, accompanied by the shrill sound of the wind, the wooden stick smashed down hard with its afterimage. The bursting sound filled the eardrums of everyone present, and the fragments of the wooden stick flew everywhere, blocking everyone's sight.

When the smoke cleared and everyone saw the appearance of Monk Zhizhang, they couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

Only half of Zhizhang's head was left on his neck, and half of his head had been smashed into his chest. The remaining half of his head was like an ingot, with a deep dent in the middle.

After a while, Zhizhang's body slowly collapsed, and blood and urine seeped out from under his monk's robes.

Yang Feng threw away half of the wooden stick in his hand and said calmly: "The stick is too soft, please change it to another one."

Seeing Zhizhang's body being dragged off the stage by Taiping Taoists, the Buddhists and Taoists couldn't help but tremble. After excusing each other, an old abbot came on stage and smiled in front of Yang Feng, "No need to drink with sticks, Lao Na and the donor." How was the argument?"

Yang Feng nodded, and when the two of them sat down, facing the question raised by the old abbot opposite, to the surprise of everyone present, Yang Feng said directly: "I lost."

Then her next words made everyone present vomit blood, "The first game is over, the second game should follow my rules."

(End of this chapter)