Beginning as a Tantric Academy Monk

Chapter 22: Classmate, please sit down and let me torture you.
Lu Feng just stood in front of No. 1, not dancing.

He is just like a majestic holy mountain.

Standing before the monk.

It gives people a feeling of "indestructible", "invincible" and "eternal invincibility".

He was holding his rosary, not only did he not look like a senior who came to torture, but rather a "Master" who came to examine his knowledge. His debate method was also very simple. He started with a big debate question, inserted a small debate question, and started from a small debate question. Within the problem, there are countless traps.

After studying scriptures for ten years, Lu Feng knew the rules very well.

No matter how you debate the Bible, all debates have one principle that cannot be shaken.

That is to say something meaningful.

"Teachers are famous."

All words must be the original words in the Buddhist scriptures, or the scripture annotations written by great sages. If they are deviated from these two items, it is wrong and will be directly judged by the four people next to them.

No matter how fanciful you say it is.

That's wrong too.

Therefore, when most people debate scriptures, they are clear and clear-headed at the beginning. But later in the debate, as the other party becomes more oppressive, aggressive, and verbal, their minds are slightly unclear, and that is because others When digging a hole.

As long as you say one wrong sentence, everything is wrong. Of course, the Buddhist monk sitting on the ground can also argue with the person standing. The rules are the same. As long as you make a mistake or ask a rhetorical question, he has nothing to say. , can be considered a victory.

Therefore, Lu Feng did not give the other party a chance to ask questions and think at all.

He spoke faster and faster, and did not even stomp his feet or hands to make a sound to shock the other party. He just kept asking questions, and his voice became louder and faster, and the other party became more and more panicked, as if he was really When I first entered the temple, I came to debate scriptures for the first time. I met those old monks who had been studying for more than ten or twenty years, and they seemed to be useless in their arguments.

Be timid before fighting.

Lu Feng's mind was extremely clear. More importantly, he was still chanting the curse with one hand. That great compassion radiated from his body, gradually making the other party dare not look directly into Lu Feng's eyes. After listening to Lu Feng's words, he didn't dare to think about those arguments.

It seems that speaking out to refute the other party's words is disrespectful to the guru himself.

Lu Feng's words were like a sacred mountain on the plateau, penetrating into the other person's heart.

He made the other party dare not raise his head to look at Lu Feng at all. In the end, even his throat was blocked. He opened his mouth and said, "Ah ah ah," but no words came out.

This feeling not only did not weaken during the debate, but became more and more serious. There were many obstacles in his heart!

In the end, he fell to the ground feebly, his face turned red from the pain, his eyes almost bulged out, he covered his chest in pain and beat his chest.

Lu Feng put away the rosary beads, bowed to him again, stepped over the monk, walked to the next monk, and said, "Please enlighten me."

He is like a vajra in the hands of Ming Zun.

Can destroy all illusions.

Go forward bravely, carrying that "momentum", and press forward unscrupulously!
The No.2 monk also had a faint charm left, but that charm was exactly the same as the feeling left behind by Zhuoge Dunzhu who had not given Lu Feng initiation but allowed him to use the secret mantra three times. It was like it was filled from one place. When I walked out of the incense place, the fragrance of the incense still lingered on my body.

The kind of thing you can smell but not catch.

It's the flavor.

Yes, but I can’t tell exactly what it feels like.

This was the feeling these monks gave Lu Feng.

Elder Mingfa stared at Lu Feng's back with extremely sinister eyes, but he did nothing.He just glanced at Zhiyun beside him and said in a neutral tone: "This boy has such a profound relationship with Buddha."

Master Zhiyun clasped his hands together, saluted, and said, "Elder Mingfa is wrong in praising you."

Elder Mingfa had no interest in riding on Lianyun.

He also started chanting mantras, not knowing what he was thinking.

As for Elder Mingzhi, from beginning to end, except for the presence of the aura of the Protector God, his eyelids moved.

The rest of the time, he didn't even raise his eyes. He just sat on the throne like this, seemingly uninterested in everything that happened in front of him, whether it was the aura of the "Dharma Protector" appearing in front of him or Lu Feng's exposure. The methods of the "mantra holders" that exceeded those of the sutra-study monks were unresponsive.

Everyone is watching his reaction. If he moves, there must be someone violating the rules here. Without him taking action, the attendant monk behind him will step forward to stop him. The person who can also stop everything is the person representing the presiding venerable. Acolyte monk.

As long as he strikes the chime.

Everything will stop too.

But there is none, because all of this falls within the legal rules. Lu Feng does not know that "spell wielders" and "divine witches" both belong to the extraordinary realm of the esoteric realm. The only difference is that " "The mantra holder" is not as good as the great monks who are successful in spiritual practice, because in the eyes of many great monks, the "mantra holder" lacks two of the three secrets.

Of the three secrets of body, mind, and speech, the "mantra holder" can only get one of them. He can only obtain the divine mantra. He will never achieve great perfection, transcend the world, and have unparalleled wisdom. He is just a powerful mantra holder, and he will never be able to achieve perfection. It is difficult to understand the blessings of the Buddha himself without understanding the wisdom.

Just like some yogis, they only practice Qi Meridian Bright Point and do not practice other methods. However, whether these people are heretics is defined by the monks. If they say yes, they are not. If they say no, they are not.

The right to define is not in their hands, so among the monks' families, many have yogis, spell-casters and shamans. What's more, some shamans are themselves a big family.

"Dharma protectors" and "mantra holders" are both allowed to exist during debates among Buddhist monks.

As for why it is allowed to exist?

This is because the sons of serfs cannot obtain the means of "Dharma Protector" and "Spell Holder".

Many serfs selected from among serfs to study scriptures can only obtain the degree of "good knowledge" in their 50s, just because they passed the debate examination in their twenties, but they have to work for 30 years before they can earn enough for "big charity" Money, but more serfs were born as Buddhist monks and became Buddhist monks when they grew old.

Then he was dismissed, left, and ended...

There is nothing that can be said that can be a gratifying ending. This is why Lu Feng left here after completing his mission. Here, except for those at the top, everyone else is not called a human being. Lu Feng left one by one. He passed them and watched them fall to the ground one by one. He watched that none of the Buddhist monks who had ill intentions toward him was willing to surrender.

He argued one by one, until those who had ill intentions towards him fell to the ground, and then he looked at the monks who were still alive. These monks immediately took off their robes and folded them He stood up and offered his hands to Lu Feng in front of him.

See here.

The attendant monk who replaced the presiding venerable struck the dharma chime and made a clear sound.

The sound passed through the backyard, passed through the Debate House, and came to the square outside the Debate House.

Everyone who heard this sound puffed up their necks, and invariably, like chicks waiting for the big bird to return, they all looked to the same place.

Lu Feng took the monk's robes from those people, took off his own, and worshiped them respectfully in front of the attendant monk who represented the presiding venerable.

The acolyte glanced at him, took out a piece of paper from himself, and unfolded it.

Elder Mingfa's closed eyes did not open. He knew that the matter was over.

This sutra-study monk named Zhasa was on his way to obtain a "good teacher".

(End of this chapter)