Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 515: A cool operation, three bowls of noodles, Baiyunzi River, success, Red Dust Buddha, real power is waiting!

The Western Regions of the Qin Dynasty.

Xumituo Zen Temple is located on Liantai Mountain, a high mountain temple. Although the mountain road is difficult, it cannot conceal the popularity of the temple. Countless believers often brave the dangers and travel through mountains and rivers to come here to offer incense.

For this reason, a huge city has long been formed at the foot of Liantai Mountain.

There are beautiful things coming and going, the sound of flutes and drums, and the boats are like clouds, and there is no rest until dawn.

There is also a mighty river, the Guizang River, which flows through here, bringing fertile land for thousands of miles and irrigating countless fields on both sides of the river. The wind blows the wheat waves, and the fragrance of rice flowers heralds a good harvest. The scenery is truly unique.

Xumituo Zen Temple is divided into the front temple and the back temple.

The front temple is mostly used as a residence for monks who study Buddhist scriptures, manage worldly affairs, interpret divination sticks and preach the Dharma, and spread Buddhism.

Xumitu Zen Temple naturally also has financial resources such as temple fields and minerals, but these are simply insignificant compared to the Zhongzhou Buddhist Temple, especially the temple fields.

This is not because the quality of Xumituo Temple is higher, but because Ying Si would not give in.

The rear temple is mostly inhabited by practicing monks, with the smallest number of people but a more transcendent status.

Because of the fierce competition in the East Continent, not only among the sects, but also with the Qin Dynasty eyeing them covetously, the criticism of Buddhism is not as touching as the criticism of physics.

Thanks to the concerted efforts of the front and back courtyards, which complement each other, the Xumituo Zen Temple has become famous in the western regions of the Qin Dynasty.

Today, the sun rises.

In the Xumituo Temple, which dominates the Western Regions, many eminent monks gather in the treasure hall in the backyard.

As the only inheritor of Buddhist scriptures in contemporary times, Jiashenmi naturally occupies a high position. His eyebrows are as white as snow and his aura is as deep as the ocean, which is extremely eye-catching. He has reached the second level of breaking the limit without knowing when. If he can use the Buddhist treasures left by the Heavenly Buddha, his combat power will be even more astonishing.

Below him, there were nine old monks sitting in golden and red cassocks, all of them were masters in the realm of the Palm of Dao. The two leading monks had aura like the sea, one of them had already reached the edge of breaking the limit, his might was even greater than that of the Shura monk who surrounded and killed Yi Chen, and one of them had already broken the limit.

"Everyone, the Great Qin is now searching for martial arts classics all over the world. I don't need to say much about the cultivation of Yi Chengzi, the brilliant and talented national teacher of the Great Qin. Now Ying Si has sent an imperial edict, wanting to build a golden body for the remains of the Heavenly Buddha. Elders, what should we decide on this matter?"

The white-browed old monk Jiashenmi calmly turned the rosary in his hand and spoke word by word.

"Junior Brother Jia Shenmi, this is absolutely not allowed."

"Ever since the Third Patriarch left the Patriarch's secret place, our Xumi Tuo Zen Temple has long established a rule that no one is allowed to enter or leave this place, so as to prevent the Patriarch's remains from being contaminated by the worldly air and disturbing the tranquility."

"Moreover, the Patriarch's Secret Land is related to the key point of a mountain protection formation of our Xumi Temple. This place connects the water veins of the Guizang River and the ground veins of the Lotus Mountain. Opening the Patriarch's Secret Land may damage the ten thousand year foundation of our temple."

"The Qin Empire is so powerful, we should not have a conflict with Yi Chengzi. Why should we open the ancestor's secret place and curry favor with Yi Chengzi?"

At the signal from the leading old monk, the second old monk on the left clasped his hands together and bowed to Jiashenmi, then stood up and spoke with a rather excited look on his face.

"Uncle Master, don't worry. I don't know how Daqin knew about the remains of the founder. This matter has not been decided yet." Looking at the excited monk, Jiashenmi groaned in his heart, but had to comfort him again and again.

His fellow disciples have been practicing in seclusion in the temple all year round, but they don't know that the outside world has been turned upside down in the past few years. Some things can't be avoided just because you don't want to.
"Abbot, I think what Master Uncle said is true."

"My Xumi Temple has never done anything wrong to the Great Qin. The world is changing, and my temple has put in a lot of effort in every major event. I have never done anything wrong to offend the Great Qin State Master."

"It's such a small matter. Could that Taoist Yichengzi really break into our mountain gate? The abbot doesn't need to worry too much about this matter. Although Taoist Yichengzi has a fiery temper, he will never do such a robbery."

"Master Yichengzi would never be so unwise as to make everyone in the sects in the world feel insecure and bring disgrace upon himself."

Following the words of the old monk who was leading the group, the situation in the field soon became one-sided, and all the monks echoed him.

Looking at such a scene, Jia Shenmi could only sigh in his heart.

Although he had the highest level of cultivation, he was not the only one who could handle such a major event. Moreover, his uncles, aunts and brothers had treated him very well in the past, and later did not compete with him, but instead gave him the opportunity to inherit the only Buddhist scripture.

It was hard to go against the public opinion, and just as Jia Shenmi was about to speak, a purple-haired girl appeared from the sky.

Who else could this person be if not Lin Luo, deputy chief of the Qin State Criminal Court?
Lin Luo walked into the Buddhist temple slowly, holding the imperial edict.

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"Master, your plan is really... brilliant!"

"But will Sumitra Zen Temple really agree?"

Inside the Imperial Palace, Ying Si and Yi Chen were playing with black and white pieces, fighting for the false title of the Great Qin Chess Saint in the study. For a moment, they were evenly matched, and after five games, they had won three and a half. Now, each of them had won two games, and now they had entered the deciding game.

"Your Majesty, do you know what the three most unpalatable bowls of noodles in life are?" Yi Chen did not answer directly, but smiled slightly and placed another black piece.

"Oh? I wonder which three bowls of noodles?" Ying Si looked at the chess board in front of him, but fell into long thought.

"These three bowls of noodles are, of course, about face, affection, and occasion!"

"Since such secret news as "The Thousand-Year Lapis Lazuli Light" and the remains of the Heavenly Buddha have been leaked, it at least proves that the Xumi Temple is not a monolithic entity, and some people are inclined to befriend Daqin."

"Of the three bowls of noodles in life, the faces and situations are fine, but the feelings are the hardest to eat."

"With more people, there will be more people who speak. For example, in the Qin Dynasty, even if it is as powerful as Your Majesty, it has to take care of the old people's feelings. This is naturally even more true for the Xumi Temple."

"Since there are people who are inclined to make friends with our Great Qin, then I will give him some bargaining chips and help him. Xumituo Zen Temple is just a little conservative and old-fashioned among the sects. It has nothing to lose in terms of justice, and I don't want to use too drastic means on them." Yi Chen grinned and said.

"So, Imperial Master, you should let Lin Luo tell those bald donkeys that you want to divert the Guizang River? And you also want to build a huge dam in the upper reaches of the Guizang River?" Ying Si finished his long thought and said with admiration.

Looking at the Taoist Xiongkui in front of him, Ying Si could feel that he was becoming more kind-hearted every time from Yi Chen's actions.

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about? The Guizang River runs through the east and west of Daqin, nurturing countless lands on both sides of the river and revitalizing many businesses."

"But the Guizang River is known for its twists and turns. Every time there is a flood, there is a risk of the river bursting, and countless lives will be lost. I am just being merciful and want to manage the Guizang River. I think the masters of Xumi Tuo Monastery will understand."

"We can't put the people on both sides of the upstream river in danger just for the benefit of the Xumituo Zen Temple. Doesn't this go against the compassionate Buddhist path of the Heavenly Buddha?" Yi Chen curled his lips and said unhappily.

Ying Si's look was so presumptuous that it made Yi Chengzi act like a non-human.

"The Guizang River was changed to bypass the Liantai Mountain area, and dams were built along the upper reaches to regulate the water volume. Water is stored in good years and released in dry years. This is a great merit. Can Xumituo Zen Temple find any reason to complain?" Yi Chen placed another move.

"Master, this plan is brilliant, but what if those bald donkeys stubbornly refuse to agree?" Ying Si thought for a moment and also made a move.

"Under the whole world, is it not the king's land."

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten that, apart from Liantai Mountain, all other surrounding mountains and rivers belong to the Great Qin?"

"I want to build a dam, but it requires a lot of earth."

"Your Majesty, what do you think if I empty all the mountains around Liantai Mountain and leave it standing alone?"

"I want to test my own cultivation. I want to move mountains and create a flat lake from a high gorge. Isn't that very bold?"

"By then, the beautiful Liantai Mountain will become a barren place, bare and without the convenience of the Guizang River. I will pull out all the water and earth veins. For the benefit of the people of the world, I think the masters will not be reluctant to make this sacrifice." Bang!
The Great Qin State Master made another move.

Ying Si: “….”

"What if Xumitu Temple still disagrees?" Ying Si was thinking about the chess game and started to argue.

"Don't worry. My Buddhist friend has made another breakthrough in his spiritual wisdom and has built a Red Dust Temple at the foot of the Great Light Mountain. Dongzhou and Zhongzhou are now one. I think it is more in our interest for our Great Qin to support the Red Dust Temple to lead the Buddhist sects in the world."

"If the masters of the Sumeru Monastery still don't agree, I still have eight hundred ways to deal with them."

"A total of eight hundred kinds! Your Majesty, does it sound bold?" Yi Chen grinned and made an 'eight' gesture.

Do Xumituo Zen Temple and Yichengzi have the strength to play with him?

If you want bargaining chips, then Yichengzi will give them to you. Why bother killing people with your own hands?

The management of the Guizang River, whether it is changing its course or splitting and then merging it, controls the sects of the world, wins the hearts of the people of the world, and occupies the righteous cause. Who can not accept it, who dares not accept it?

Regulating the Guizang River is a good policy. The flowing river nourishes the mountains, rivers and fields, and represents interests. How to regulate it and how to regulate it is nothing more than a question of who gets to eat the fat meat and who bears the cost.

This person can be Sumeru Zen Temple or someone else.

Yi Chen did not list the remaining eight hundred methods because it might be impolite to continue talking about them.

"National Master, you are a genius. This move redistributes the world, divides the sects of the world, and builds water conservancy projects. It is a great good thing."

"This will give us another big bargaining chip to advance the control of the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonism."

"Having a national teacher is like having a fish in water."

Ying Si didn't expect Yi Chen to have such a big appetite and be so greedy. He looked at Yi Chen deeply and couldn't help but sigh again.

As the national master, he always mixes his own agenda in when things are going on, making the pie bigger while giving profits to all the major stakeholders.

"I am just talking on paper. If you want to implement such a big thing, Your Majesty needs to coordinate all parties."

"By the way, Your Majesty, I have another request."

"I promised my teacher Bai Yunzi his last wish before his death that I would do something good for the people of the world. I will take on the hard labor of managing the Guizang River and moving the mountains."

"How about changing the name of Guizang River to Baiyunzi River from now on?"

"That dam is called Baiyun Dam." Yi Chen looked at Ying Si and smiled.

Among the three bowls of noodles in life, the noodles of affection are the least delicious. Without Bai Yunzi, there would be no Yichengzi today. He would have been buried in the snow long ago.

Now that he has the ability and means, and the time is right, he simply took advantage of this opportunity to plan today's plan, so as to build a golden statue of public opinion for his master, the good old man. Good people should not be pointed at with guns.

As long as it is handled well, if Yi Chengzi really leaves the star path in the future, this matter will be no less than giving Yinlong Temple a golden medal of immunity from death.

Anyway, I can beat the kids on a rainy day since I have nothing to do.

"Good! Let's do as the Imperial Master says." Ying Si said with a smile.

At this moment, Ying Si suddenly had an idea in his mind, and he unexpectedly came up with a great idea.

With a "pop" sound, the white pieces in front of him were encircling the black pieces, and the black pieces' edge was greatly weakened.

At this moment, a purple-haired woman walked towards the two of them with a smile on her face.

"National Master, Your Majesty, the matter has been settled."

"The Xumi Temple has agreed to open the secret place of the Heavenly Buddha's remains and let the National Master go in to have a look. If there are really martial arts scriptures hidden in the secret place, the National Master can borrow them to read. However, there is no need to make a golden body."

"Xumituo Monastery also said that managing the Guizang River is a first-class good policy, but it is very wasteful. They are willing to send out masters to manage it together with Daqin. In order to express their respect for the national master, they also presented a Great Resurrection Pill to the national master. I have brought this pill back."

"Good! Very good!" Perhaps the great Qin State Master was too happy about the good news, he actually lost his composure a little, pressed his big hand on a corner of the chessboard, and accidentally knocked the entire chessboard to the ground.

"Your Majesty, it seems that this game of chess cannot be played. However, since Xumi Tuo Monastery is so sensible, let's forget about the matter of the golden statue. We should respect the wishes of the Buddhist sect. I will go to Xumi Tuo Monastery now."

"Princess Changya, please go to Zhuilong Mountain and give this Resurrection Pill to Yuanjun. Your Majesty, we will fight again next time!" After blinking at the purple-haired girl, the Great Qin State Master ran away without waiting for Ying Si to say anything.

Play chess? Play shit!

In the evening, the setting sun melts gold.

At the foot of Daguangming Mountain, a Hongchen Temple the size of five mansions rose from the ground.

Dozens of farmers who had finished a day's work and were taking some time off were listening to a handsome monk giving a sermon in front of the temple.

The divine wisdom and precious appearance were solemn, and he spoke in a gentle voice: "Don't say this is one time and that is another time. The karma will be repaid without a single stroke. Don't forget the Vajra in front of the temple to save all sentient beings from anger, ignorance, stupidity, and suffering. As long as people can repent, they will reach the Pure Land, and they don't have to come here to visit."

"Who says that if you believe, you will have it, and if you don't believe, you won't have it? Plant good seeds and you will be blessed for three lifetimes. Please see the Bodhisattvas of all realms giving generously, giving infinite joy, infinite happiness, infinite kindness, and infinite compassion. Only when the mind knows to revere the spirit can the spiritual platform appear. Why do you need to worship the golden body?"

At this moment, in the market at the foot of the mountain, a young monk with red lips and white teeth sniffed, his throat moved slightly, and he swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

Fate always goes around in circles, fortune and misfortune are interdependent, and life is unpredictable.

Today, the little monk failed to get any karma and passed by a roast duck restaurant again.

Shen Ye was a little greedy.

At this moment, a pair of jade-white arms stretched out in front of Shen Ye.

"Young master, you must be the junior fellow of Master Shenhui of Hongchen Temple. We made too many roast ducks today. You can take one back to eat." Shenhui raised his head and saw a girl with a bun on her head smiling at him.

"Amitabha!" Shen Ye nodded heavily with joy and carefully took the roast duck. The setting sun shone on his thin body, making his shadow very long.

In the evening, the setting sun melts gold.

On the Falling Dragon Mountain, a strange beast with a hollow cake on its fangs was making the sound of "Aba Aba" non-stop. A girl wearing a peach blossom mask was sitting on the edge of the cliff, swinging her feet. She was looking at the sea of ​​clouds, wondering what she was thinking. At this moment, a purple-haired girl was walking towards her.

It was at this moment that the mountains and rivers became foreign.

A burly Taoist holding a golden and red cassock rushed into a valley. He walked into a cave with a happy face. Hearing the noise, a brown bear put down the pottery jar in his hand and ran towards the Taoist with a roar.

Snapped!
The brown bear immediately fell into a baby-like sleep.

The pottery jar that was opened from the ground in the distance was also flying rapidly towards the Taoist's palm under the influence of an unknown strange force.

(End of this chapter)