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Banner?

Upon hearing this, all the monks looked up.

On the top of the high platform on Xiaoling Mountain, a golden brocade banner fluttered in the wind.

Why was the banner moving?

"Amitabha~"

Li Chen glanced sideways, and it was Master Hongren of Shiqiao Zen Temple.

The old monk sat upright, with a white beard hanging down.

"The wind blows and the banner moves."

Upon hearing this, some of the monks nodded, some shook their heads, and some did not move.

At this time, a chuckle came from not far away, and all the monks looked in the direction of the sound. It was also an old monk.

It was Master Shandao of Xitian Temple, who was about the same age as Master Hongren.

Master Shandao was broad and fat, and it was hard to imagine that he could have such a body shape by eating vegetarian food, but he just lay on the mountain side, very casually.

At this time, a few chuckles, although inadvertent, made Master Hongren slightly stunned.

The two were famous for their debates, and they had competed on the same stage many times, but they never won. At this moment, neither of them was convinced.

"Why is Master Shandao laughing?"

Master Hongren had suppressed his anger in his tone, but Master Shandao smiled disapprovingly and said, "The wind blows when the flag moves."

After these words came out, the monks were in a state of confusion again.

Just like when Master Hongren finished speaking before, some nodded, some shook their heads, and some were indifferent.

"Is it the flag that moves? Or is it the wind?"

Inadvertently, the monks began to spray each other from a distance.

"What a joke! If the flag moves, it moves. I don't care if the wind moves!"

"Bullshit! If the wind doesn't move, how can the flag move? Do you blow it?"

The debate itself is a group debate, and now Li Chen has just put forward his argument.

The real debate has not yet begun.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant resounded through the peaks.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. Li Chen stood at the highest point, with his hands clasped together and his eyes slightly sunken. With the smell of wine, he chanted with a dragon's voice: "It's not the wind that moves, nor the flag that moves, but the heart of the benevolent."

The voice echoed among the peaks and spread far away.

On the high platform opposite the Zen Forest, Abbot Yinfa suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and after a long time he said: "The heart of the benevolent is moved!"

"This killing Buddha should be my supreme monk!"

When these words came out, the monks on the high platform were shocked.

They were all high monks from major Zen temples in the world. When they heard Abbot Yinfa's words, their faces were moved.

What does supreme monk mean?

It means the supreme in Buddhism.

"Can this killing Buddha succeed in establishing a sect?!"

Being able to successfully establish a sect at the auspicious Dharma Assembly is the supreme glory of Buddhism.

"I don't think so. No one has succeeded in establishing a sect for hundreds of years."

"It's hard to get the title of the Supreme Shaman."

Some monks are pessimistic, while others are supportive.

"That may not be the case. This killing Buddhist was named 'Master Lihuang' by the Zhou Emperor!"

"And the previous debate was really wonderful. If we talk about Buddhism, it's really hard to find an opponent."

Monk Pukong in the crowd smiled and thought to himself: It's not unfair to lose to the Supreme Shaman.

Sure enough, this killing Buddhist has the appearance of Buddha.

And the little monk Miao Di beside him was worried.

The debate on establishing a sect is a matter of life and death.

The White Horse Temple is located in Chang'an Prefecture, close to the side of the Divine Capital.

Before becoming a monk, Leiyin Buddhist was still the eighth prince of the Great Zhou.

He was a useless prince who was obsessed with Buddhist scriptures every day and didn't care about power and the throne at all.

Every day, apart from eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, he would stay in the Sutra Pavilion to read scriptures.

Until he finished reading all the scriptures, he went to the surrounding temples to practice with his hair untied.

Because the White Horse Temple is next to the capital of the gods, and it is also a world-famous ancient temple.

So the eighth prince often came here to borrow scriptures, and Monk Miao Di had met him several times.

At that time, the eighth prince gave people the impression that he was a devout believer who was not familiar with power and stayed away from disputes.

Finally one day, the eighth prince traveled to the Western Regions and became a monk in the Great Leiyin Temple.

Miao Di admired the eighth prince very much, but his master said, "The world will be in chaos."

Miao Di didn't understand at the time, but as the name of Leiyin Buddha spread all over the country, many changes occurred in Buddhism.

Many ancient temples gradually came under the command of the Great Leiyin Temple, and the Leiyin Buddha gradually showed his ambition.

Until the auspicious Dharma Assembly five years ago, the uncle "Xiang Yan Zen Master" became a monk of the sect, but he was plotted against in the Zen forest and failed to establish the sect.

Soon after returning to the White Horse Temple, he passed away in the West.

Before he died, he told some of his guesses to the monk Miao Di.

That was the secret that Miao Di later told Li Chen, that there was a secret method in the Great Leiyin Temple that was specifically used to break the mind.

As long as the secret method was activated, the monk who established the sect would inevitably be in a state of great confusion, and thus fail to establish the sect.

Unfortunately, he did not expect that Li Chen would eventually become a monk who established the sect.

He shook his head, hoping that Li Chen would be more careful.

On the other side, in the Zen forest, the monks fell into deep thought.

It was not the flag that moved, nor the wind that moved, but the heart of the benevolent that moved.

To practice Buddhism, one must learn to "break the appearance", which means to understand the "truth" inside through the "false appearance" and "appearance" of all things that we see with our naked eyes.

What the two monks were arguing about was the appearance of the flag dancing in the wind that everyone could see, but was the truth inside "the wind moving" or "the flag moving"?

Heart Sutra: "Emptiness is form, form is emptiness."

"The Diamond Sutra: The Transformation of the Non-Real" states: "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning. You should view them in this way."

What the naked eye sees is the appearance of emptiness. Everything is moved by the heart.

Whether the flag is moving or the wind is moving, it is actually just the monk's heart that is moving.

So at this moment, all the monks were silent.

The words just now were like a huge bell to the monks, and they suddenly realized.

But soon someone broke this silence.

"Amitabha."

"May I ask if Master Lichen is moved at this moment?"

Lichen opened his eyes slightly. Although the man's face was a little unfamiliar, he vaguely saw the monk's robe.

This man was the monk Bensheng of Huangxing Temple.

Huangxing Temple is second only to Daguangming Temple in Feiluzhou.

And this monk Bensheng is also famous, but compared with Buddhism, he is more proficient in Vajra means.

The debate of the sect itself is a debate of Zen and martial arts.

Buddhism is one aspect, and martial arts practice is another.

Without waiting for Li Chen to respond, Monk Bensheng had already taken the lead.

Li Chen narrowed his eyes, only to feel a strong wind coming in front of him, and secretly said in his heart: "Come on!"

The next moment, the golden light was shining all over his body, the shadow of Bodhi monk, the dragon elephant in cassock.

It was the shadow of a giant Buddha, standing between heaven and earth.

Bang~

Li Chen did not make a move, just when Monk Bensheng's fist fell on him, a series of golden threads flew out and entangled his fist.

Monk Bensheng was shocked, and the punch that he had gathered all his strength was entangled by the golden thread at this time, and he had nowhere to vent.

Just in a trance, a huge force came back.

His feet were unstable and his figure had already flown out.

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