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Monk Bliss's eyes narrowed and his movements became faster.

The magic sound immediately overshadowed the lonely Zen Master's wooden fish sound.

Lonely Zen Master's expression did not change, and he knocked the wooden fish in his hand louder.

For a time, in the entire hall, wooden fish and magic sounds echoed each other, and could not be heard without stopping.

One relies on wooden fish and the other relies on furnace cauldron.

It was the moment when the two sides were in a stalemate.

With a cry, the woman collapsed in the arms of the blissful monk.

"Ji Le is very impressed by your sonic skills."

The lonely Zen master put away the wooden fish and remained indifferent.

[This monk does not look like a good person. 】

Monk Bliss didn't mind and threw the woman aside like trash.

The woman's sleeves slipped down, revealing a tattoo of a small green flower on her left shoulder.

The flower has five petals, which are delicate and charming.

Zen Master Jingjing, who had always been well-informed, suddenly narrowed his eyes and exclaimed: "Jinxiuchuan, an inner disciple of Weiyang Palace?!"

Jinxiuchuan is a famous sect in Xingyue Prefecture. The disciples in the sect are all women. They are very famous in Kyushu for their various exotic flowers and herbs and their secret skills.

The Mistress of Weiyang Palace ranked first on the list of beauties with her stunning appearance. At the same time, she also fought against Ye Fuliu, one of the four most powerful people in the world, and was defeated by only one move.

At the same time, Jinxiuchuan is good at mixing spices, elixirs, rouge and gouache, etc., which makes women all over the world admire her.

Monk Ji Le was indeed so bold that he dared to risk the disapproval of the world and touched the brow of Lady Jinxiuchuan.

"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin."

"Master Bliss, in this pure place of Buddhism, please don't do too much killing."

Without looking at the woman on the ground, Monk Jie Le asked instead: "The Slaughter-Shou Temple is a Buddhist temple of Zen Buddhism, but it does not abstain from killing animals. How can we attain Mahayana in this way?"

His voice was rough, like the roar of a wild animal.

When people heard it, they couldn't help but frown.

But Zen Master Huishou sighed. It seemed that the blissful monk was really going to debate Buddhism with him in the main hall.

In Buddhism, debating the Dharma is called sutra debating.

One question, one answer.

After one round, exchange questions and answers.

It’s the end until one party cannot understand Zen principles.

Zen Master Huishou relaxed his snowy eyebrows and said slowly: "In the past, Bodhidharma traveled eastward and founded the Reincarnation Temple, which is my Zen sect. The Zhenghui Temple is divided into six Zen monasteries, namely: the Way of God, the Way of the World, the Way of Shura, and the Way of Hell. , animal realm, hungry ghost realm.”

"Dharma said: All living beings rise and fall in the six paths of reincarnation."

"And killing is just a shortcut to reentering reincarnation."

The blissful monk laughed loudly upon hearing this.

"Killing is to allow sentient beings to take a shortcut to reincarnation?"

"Then when all living beings are born, can't they just take a shortcut and enter reincarnation? Why do they need to go through the secular world?"

He has a point.

Your physical transcendence makes people take shortcuts.

Why bother raising Bala so big?

Zen Master Huishou held his rosary and shook his head: "Killing is to protect living beings; killing karma is not killing people."

"I kill animals in the Killing Temple to remove karma, not just to kill without restraint."

The blissful monk asked aggressively: "What is karma?"

"Every peck or drink is karma."

"Then all the disciples of the Killing Life Temple fell into my secret realm of joy just now. Is this a karmic obstacle? Should they be killed?"

Zen Master Hui Yu was unmoved: "Buddha has a destiny and cultivates one's karma to refine one's mind. There is no need for outsiders to cut off one's karma and one's own inner demons to achieve the best."

Hearing this, Monk Jie Le couldn't find anything wrong with his words after pondering for a moment.

This round ends.

The obscure Zen master easily won, and with a pair of snowy eyebrows trembling, he immediately asked: "Master Bliss, the five precepts of Buddhism, Tantra's joyful meditation, and not abstaining from sexual conduct, can one obtain the Mahayana?"

The problem with the obscure Zen master is actually to treat the person with his own way.

The Shasheng Temple does not abstain from killing, and the Huanxi Temple does not abstain from sexual intercourse.

Two half a catty.

Monk Jie Le said without changing his expression: "Tantric Buddhism is joyful and uses desire to control desire."

"What does Wukong want from the 'Double Luck of Empty and Joy'?"

"Thrilling desire!"

"It's just to cultivate your mind, why bother?"

"Because the mind is tempted, cultivate the mind."

Religion is actually the same as writing.

A big setting is the premise.

Then use this as a framework to fill in various theories.

If some reasons cannot be explained, then continue to add small settings.

Such as "six paths of reincarnation", such as "killing karma rather than killing people", such as "controlling desire with desire".

In the first two rounds, both sides were evenly matched with seven inches each.

In the third round, it was the turn of Monk Ji Le to ask again: "Since killing and rejoicing are both methods of practice."

“When pain and happiness depend on each other, why suffer?”

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar.

As the ancients said: Life is short, take pleasure in the moment.

Killing is suffering, rejoicing is happiness.

We are also cultivating Buddhism and cultivating our minds. Why should we give up ‘happiness’ and seek ‘suffering’?

Monk Bliss's words are nothing short of provocative.

You can cultivate Buddhism in the Sasho Temple, and you can cultivate Buddhism in Happy Zen.

We are also cultivating Buddhism, so why not choose one that we like?

The faces of all the disciples were slightly tinged with emotion, and the scene of Monk Bliss having sex with that beautiful woman just now came to mind again.

For a moment, the scene of desperately trying to survive in the killing forest flashed.

After a while, the graceful figure of the woman flashed again.

Killing people and destroying their hearts is a proposition.

How could the obscure Zen master not see it?

He induced the monks to become possessed by the joy of Zen.

If Zen Master Huishou's answer is a little far-fetched, then most of these disciples want to transfer to the disciples of Monk Ji Le, so how can they practice seriously?

Zen Master Hui Yu immediately activated his secret method and replied in the voice of Buddha:

"To seek is suffering, to give is happiness."

"To be free from suffering is happiness, to be free from illusion is enlightenment."

The Buddha is the word 'suffering'.

To cultivate Buddha is to cultivate suffering.

Only after experiencing all kinds of suffering in the world can one see the original truth.

To see the nature through suffering is to seek great freedom.

In other words, before the practice is perfect, happiness is not bliss, but another form of suffering.

Blissful monk smiled, his fat flesh trembling: "What is freedom?"

"Great liberation without all kinds of suffering."

"How to do it?"

Obscure Zen Master smiled, and just as he was about to answer, he suddenly felt his chest stagnate, and the blood in his body surged.

Poison!

A mouthful of black blood spurted out.

"Poison!"

"Someone poisoned!"

The monks all exclaimed, and at this time, Ji Liao monk had already flown forward and grabbed the pulse of Obscure Zen Master.

In just two breaths, Obscure Zen Master's face was as pale as gold paper.

"What a strong poison!"

Where did the poison come from?

Could it be tea?

At this time, there was a sheep-fat teacup in front of Master Huise.

Master Jiliao picked up the teacup and sniffed it gently. It smelled faintly of tea, but there was no sign of poison.

Moreover, the three elders, the five chief monks, and the monk Jile opposite all had teacups in front of them, and they were drinking from the same pot of tea.

If the tea was poisonous.

Then why was only Master Huise poisoned?

Master Jiliao frowned slightly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the green blood spit out by Elder Huise.

Could it be...!

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