Journey to the West I am the Demon Lord of Hundred Eyes

Chapter 238

The two young monks, Fahai and Fakong, went to the dining hall all the way to the dining hall.

On the way, the monk Fakong saw that the monks were all saluting in unison, but Fahai ignored him.

It's not that he's being rude, it's just that at this moment there is unspeakable suffering, the burning pain in the vest, if not for his great perseverance, I'm afraid he would have rolled all over the floor.

Fakong at the side saw his bean-sized beads of sweat dripping down, so he asked: "Brother, did you get sick?"

Fahai nodded slightly.

"I'll send you back and let Master suppress it for you."

Fa Hai refused.

"No, I can bear the pain, so don't bother Master."

Fakong knew that his senior brother had a stubborn temper, so he followed him when he saw his steady steps.

The two of them returned to their room after breakfast. Monk Fa Ming saw Fa Hai's face showing bitterness, and immediately knew that he was having an attack.

"Fakong, you cover the surroundings with this cloth."

He handed Fa Kong a ball of black cloth to cover the bed curtain, and asked Fa Hai to lie on the bed and take off his clothes.

In an instant, a golden light emerged, as if a flood dragon had come out of his back, but was trapped and unable to escape, roaring upwards.

But the black cloth is a precious treasure, it keeps everything in it without revealing it.

Monk Fa Ming roared angrily, "You bastard, don't be presumptuous!"

With a swipe of his finger, a drop of golden blood flew out and hit the dragon's head heavily. There was a mournful cry, and the golden light went out.

"If you want to surrender to it, you must not surrender, otherwise you will only be reduced to a puppet of this dragon soul."

Fa Ming touched Fa Hai's forehead and sighed.

"Master, I will definitely surrender it!"

He has roughly known the origin of Fakong these years, but Fahai still makes him unable to guess half a point. Born with the soul of the dragon, could it be the descending dragon Arhat?
At this moment, only the sound of bells was heard.

At this time, the abbot of Huasheng Temple and the monks agreed to signal that the sutra debate meeting will begin soon.

Monk Faming hurriedly adjusted his clothes, took a bath and changed his clothes, and then led the two young monks Fakong and Fahai to go out together. The Bodhisattva Wang happened to bump into him, and the four of them went to the place where the scriptures were debated.

Numerous monks bathed and changed their clothes, burned incense and cleaned their hands, and put on cassocks before going out.

The place of debate is an open space in the backyard, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

There is a high platform in the middle, if it is a debate on the scriptures, it will be on top.

This time, I chose eminent monks to go to the west to seek Mahayana Buddhism. Naturally, they must be proficient in Buddhist principles. Otherwise, who would be willing to pass on the scriptures after seeing the Bodhisattva Buddha? , all the monks are gearing up, intending to show their skills.

However, Huasheng Temple opened the mountain gate to welcome all the guests to watch.

Both Wu Ming and Yuan Tiangang were in the mix.

"What a Buddhist style!"

Seeing this magnificent scene, Yuan Tiangang couldn't help admiring it.

"Prosperity leads to decline, and the anode produces yin. This is the principle of heaven and earth. It only depends on whether they can turn things around."

Wu Ming had already made up his mind.

"Oh? This brother also thinks that Buddhism should be destroyed?"

It was a young man in his 20s who spoke.

Yuan Tiangang saw that his head was tall and horny, and he was protected by Emperor Ziwei, and he immediately knew that the person who came was probably the current Majesty.

Wu Ming can naturally see it too.

Bian said: "It's not that I think he should be destroyed, and he can't be destroyed. Those who are destroyed are only monks who misinterpret Buddhism, not Buddhism, and should not be confused."

But the young man smiled and said: "I think you are dressed as a Taoist priest, you should be incompatible with fire and water, how come you not only come to see them debate scriptures, but also speak well for them?"

Wu Ming then explained to him that Taoism and Buddhism both lead people to be good, and Buddhism is the principle of Tao.

"You, a Taoist priest, have some wonderful words. I don't know which famous mountain and treasure temple they came from?"

Wu Ming replied, "Floating Cloud View."

The young man just nodded, and then he went to a nearby attic surrounded by several figures.

"Narayan, what do you think of what the Taoist said?"

There was also a young man with a handsome appearance beside him, said: "These Buddhists and Taoists are used to playing tricks, and the Taoist's words should not be trusted, but the most urgent thing is not to put it on this matter."

"Well, I know, wait a little longer, the time is almost ripe."

In the crowd, after seeing off the young man, Yuan Tiangang was a little puzzled and said: "Master, we have heard all the way along the way that today's emperor respects Buddha, but why do we have such words?"

Wu Ming said with a smile: "Because today's Buddhism has become a place where filth is hidden, although there are eminent monks and great virtues, it is difficult to do anything, and it will inevitably lead to disaster.

Opening the mountain gates can naturally spread the teachings and become famous, but it is inevitable that there will be mixed good and bad. In the end, it will become a garbage dump, even if it is clean, it will be stinky. "

After finishing speaking, the two saw a monk on the high platform.

It's just that there are many [-]-believing monks below, so the two used the invisibility method to jump in mid-air to watch.

Only then did I realize that there were quite a few people here.

Wu Ming recognized at a glance that the white-clothed gentleman not far away was the Dragon King of Jinghe. Besides, there were several monks sitting cross-legged in the air, which should be to prevent people from making trouble.

On the high platform, there are two old monks debating the law.

However, one person lost in three sentences, but the winner did not last long, and lost the second game.

Wu Ming looked up, and as the debate became more intense, there seemed to be a Buddha's light falling from the void, but it was invisible, covering the entire Huasheng Temple.

And the center of where the Buddha's light falls is the high platform.

"Is this the luck of Theravada Buddhism?"

Wu Ming was a little puzzled.

Although there are also Buddhist sects in this southern part of the continent, but now they are all practicing Hinayana Buddhism, and the attainment status they have proved is nothing more than Arhat. It stands to reason that even so, they can go to Lingshan to obtain the Mahayana scriptures. How can Pianpian choose the people who take the scriptures?
Could it be that he also came up with a Buddha?
Wu Ming stretched out his hand, but there was a small tree in the palm, which was the phantom of the Bodhi tree.

The shadow of the tree whirled, and immediately moved the Buddha's light, as if there was a tendency to absorb it.

But he hurriedly put away the bodhi tree, absorbing this luck for no reason, but he didn't do such a stupid thing.

Although this move was subtle, it immediately alarmed the eminent monks of Huasheng Temple, some people wanted to do something to the gathered luck!
The abbot, the monk Kongji, immediately turned into a beam of Buddha light and manifested in mid-air, patrolling left and right, he was not surprised when he saw the Jinghe Dragon King and some scattered immortals, ghosts and gods, but he was surprised when he saw Wu Ming.

What a Daoist true monarch!
Then he stepped forward, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I don't know if the real king came to my Huasheng Temple, but the old monk was far away to welcome me."

Wu Ming also bowed back and said, "Elder, you don't need to be too polite, I just want to take a look."

But the monk Kongji didn't dare to relax, he rushed out to be a Taoist true monarch rashly, saying that he wanted to see how to make people believe him.

"I don't know which famous mountain the real monarch is practicing, but the old Taoist is lucky to visit once or twice when he has time."

Wu Ming waited for him to ask, and said immediately: "I was originally an idler, but recently I placed in Fuyun Temple, three hundred miles east of Chang'an, and wanted to build a dojo."

View of floating clouds?
The divine monk immediately remembered that several monks fled back to the temple a few days ago and said that the property was taken over by demons, is this the person?
The old monk covered his eyes with white eyebrows, but he couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly.

He opened his mouth again and said, "It turned out that Zhenjun cleaned up the door of this temple and maintained the reputation of Huasheng Temple.

The old monk has nothing to repay, and he happens to have a copy of the title deed of Fuyun Temple to thank the real king. After the Buddhist meeting is over, he will give it to the real king. Please don't dislike it. "

Wu Ming also smiled and cupped his hands and said, "It's easy to say."

　Third watch, these two days seem to be double monthly tickets, please ask.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)