infinite power system

Chapter 102 In the way of him, he is also in the body

Inside the Lord's Mansion of Luoyang City, needles could be heard falling for a while.

Several barbarian warriors stood behind the little monk Xuanzang, laughing loudly.

"Haha, you, Yunqin, claim to have a long tradition, but teach people that one equals two. It really makes people laugh."

"People from Yunqin, why don't you talk anymore, you are idiots with low IQ!"

"Hmph, what Yunqin Confucianism is no match for a ten-year-old boy from my barbarian tribe."

……

In the main hall, the rough mocking voices of the barbarian warriors continued to echo.

Mo Yihe's face was livid, and the white-clothed scholar opened his mouth like a dead mouse, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

The literati present were all called Great Confucianists, but no one could stand up and rectify Yunqin's name.

"His Royal Highness, didn't you just say that you can discuss the Tao with the little master? It's time to act."

The scribes in white stared at Tang Feng coldly. Since they were humiliated, Tang Feng must not be left alone.

Tang Feng put down the bronze wine bottle in his hand and smiled slightly.

"Heh, is there no one in Yunqin? You actually sent a young man to discuss the Dao."

A barbarian warrior made no secret of his disdain for Tang Feng, and sneered.

The little monk Xuanzang also glanced at Tang Feng, chuckled, and said, "Does this young master also want to discuss the Tao with the little monk?"

Tang Feng came to the little monk and said with a smile: "Little master, I really want to discuss with you the issue of whether a white horse is not a horse."

The little monk Xuanzang recited a sentence of Amitabha, and then made a gesture of invitation to Tang Feng.

"Little master, you just said that a white horse is not a horse, that is, a white horse is not a horse, right?"

Tang Feng asked, and seeing Xuanzang nodded, he continued:
"However, a white horse is indeed a horse, because this word not only represents equality, but also includes a relationship of belonging."

"As the saying goes, barbarians are human beings, which means that barbarians belong to the human race. Doesn't the little master think that barbarians are not human beings?"

Hearing this, those barbarian warriors were furious immediately. If the little monk Xuanzang hadn't stopped them in time, they might have fought against Tang Feng.

"So, white horses belong to horses, that is, white horses are horses."

Tang Feng smiled lightly, and said, "Little Master Xuanzang, you have separated the relationship between the universality and the specificity of contradictions, and you are making a fool of yourself."

The little monk Xuanzang was stunned, unexpectedly, Tang Feng walked out of his circle of white horses and non-horse horses in a few words.

"A white horse is not a horse, a white horse is a horse, so it turns out..."

Mo Yihe was stunned, he only felt that there was a loophole in Xuanzang's statement, but he didn't know where the loophole was. He didn't expect Tang Feng to find it.

The scribe in white clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white. He first wanted to take credit from Tang Feng, and then he wanted to make Tang Feng look ugly, but all failed.

Tang Feng glanced lightly at Moyihe, the scribes in white and the others, smiled disdainfully, and said in a low voice:
"You call yourself a famous scholar, but in my opinion, you are a thousand times worse than me, a desolate literati!"

Mo Yihe and the others blushed, with anger burning in their eyes, but there was nothing they could do.

As for those barbarian warriors, they had already been turned into clay sculptures and wood carvings. Unexpectedly, the topic of the little monk Xuanzang, who tried everything, was broken by a young prince.

"Little master, since it is a discussion of the Tao, there should be a coming and going."

Tang Feng smiled evilly, since the little barbarian monk dared to use sophistry to target him, he would use sophistry to fight back.

The so-called repaying the other with the way of the other is just like this.

"Sir, please."

The little monk looked serious, ready to fight, not at all the relaxed and casual attitude he had when discussing the Tao with Mo Yihe and others.

This made Mo Yihe and others even more frustrated. In the eyes of the other party, they, a group of high-ranking court officials, were completely inferior to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng nodded, looked at a tall warrior behind Monk Xuanzang, and said with a smile:

"This strong man is tall and muscular, and he must run as fast as the wind."

The warrior looked proud and said: "That's natural, if I run with all my strength, I can smash your Yunqin soldiers to pieces."

Tang Feng chuckled, shook his head noncommittally, and said:
"The strong man seems to be exaggerating, you can't even run a turtle, how can you knock me, Sergeant Yunqin, to pieces?"

The warrior was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly, and said, "You boy, what are you talking nonsense, how could I not outrun a turtle?"

Mo Yihe and the others also blushed, feeling that Tang Feng's words were too absurd, which made them all lose face.

"Son of the Desolate Desolation, don't talk nonsense, step back!" the white-clothed scribe even shouted directly.

Tang Feng smiled coldly, completely ignoring the group of Confucianism cultivators behind him, but looked at the one who ignored him, and said:

"Since the strong man is so confident, if the tortoise is allowed to set off before you, do you think you can catch up?"

"Why is that so difficult?" the barbarian warrior nodded confidently.

Tang Feng smiled without saying a word, turned his eyes back to the little monk Xuanzang, and asked, "Does little master Xuanzang also think that this strong man can catch up?"

The little monk Xuanzang thought about it for a while, and finally nodded.

Everyone thought that Tang Feng was crazy, and finally refuted Xuanzang's theory that a white horse is not a horse, and now he made such a joke again.

In their view, Tang Feng was shooting himself in the foot.

However, Tang Feng laughed suddenly, shook his head and said:

"Little master, you are wrong. No matter what, this strong man can't catch up with the tortoise who started first."

Mo Yihe was furious, thinking that Tang Feng was trying to discredit Yunqin.

"You guys, have you been living on dogs for so many years!?"

Tang Feng looked at the group of Confucianism cultivators, shook his head and sneered, and said:

"The tortoise starts first, and the barbarian warrior must reach the starting point of the tortoise before catching up with the tortoise."

"However, at this time the tortoise has already crawled a certain distance forward. So the barbarian warrior must catch up with this distance again, but at this time the tortoise crawled forward again."

"Because the distance between the barbarian and the tortoise can be divided into countless small segments in turn, although the barbarian warrior is getting closer and closer, he will never catch up with the tortoise."

With his hands on his back, Tang Feng turned his eyebrows coldly at all Confucianism cultivators, and said with a sneer, "You guys still agree!?"

"you……"

Mo Yihe's face was pale, his body was trembling slightly, and he couldn't find anything to refute.

The white-clothed scribe was so angry that he vomited blood directly, and looked at Tang Feng with an extremely resentful look in his eyes.

"Little master, do you still think that this strong man can run faster than a tortoise?"

Tang Feng flicked his sleeves lightly and didn't bother to look at this group of literati anymore. In comparison, this shiny little bald head is really too pleasing.

"I……"

Monk Xuanzang looked deeply frustrated, and sighed: "Young Master is a great talent, I am ashamed of myself."

The barbarian warrior's expression changed again and again, and finally he bowed to Tang Feng, expressing his admiration to Tang Feng.

Then, he glanced at Mo Yihe and the others, and said with a disdainful smile: "Young master's talent is much higher than these old men."

"Young master is right. These old men may have lived on dogs for so many years."

"you……"

Moyihe was furious, his throat was so angry that he passed out directly.

(End of this chapter)