Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 484

The power of the state machine is the most powerful. In just three days, in front of the White Horse Temple, a huge high platform of glutinous rice paste mixed with clay, 24 feet long, [-] feet wide, and [-] feet high, rose from the ground.

After the completion of the competition platform for both Taoism and Buddhism, Emperor Liu Zhuang issued an order half a month later, Taoism and Buddhism discussed scriptures and fighting methods in front of the White Horse Temple to distinguish the true from the false.

When the news spread, Taoism and Buddhas in the world shook, and countless eminent monks and famous Taoists rushed to Luoyang one after another after hearing the news, preparing to wave their flags and cheer for their side.

In the Sanqing Hall of Baiyun Temple in Luoyang City, at this time, there are twenty Taoist bones, men, women, and children in Taoist robes of various colors, gathering together. Congratulations to Zhengzhi and his good friend Zhuge Shanxin.

The atmosphere in the Sanqing Hall was a little silent, all the Taoist priests or women bowed their heads in meditation, or drank tea silently, and no one spoke.

"Buddhism has the art of opening the tongue to the lotus flower. All the monks are sophists who can argue three points without reason. With a pair of iron mouth and steel teeth, steel bars can be bitten off. If we talk about scriptures, we may have no chance of winning. After drinking tea for a while, seeing that the atmosphere was really dull, He Zhengzhi, who was the initiator of the party at this time, spoke first to break the dullness.

"Why does Taoist Dao Ming (He Zhengzhi's Taoist name) build up the aspirations of others and destroy his own prestige? Although our Taoist sect advocates innocence and inaction, we don't have to quarrel (debate scriptures) when we meet like monks, but it doesn't mean we discuss scriptures with them." You will lose to them." said a Taoist priest in red at noon.

"True Huoling, don't be careless. Compared with Buddhists who often practice debating scriptures hard, we really don't have an advantage." Zhu Shan said: "I have inquired about it, and Na Shemo Teng came from the Kasyapa family, a big family in Tianzhu. This family is good at debating scriptures and rites, and Shemo Teng is a genius among them. He has defeated countless eminent monks and is known as the king of debating scriptures. He must be difficult to deal with, so be careful."

"Among us, when we meet each other usually, we only talk about our own cultivation insights and exchange experiences, but I don't know who is good at commenting on the scriptures. Fellow Daoists, I wonder who will win the first competition on the scriptures?" He Zhengzhi coughed lightly Now, let's talk about business.

All the Taoist priests and female crowns look at me and I look at you, and they all feel that they are not some masters in debating scriptures, and they feel that there is no chance of winning the debate with She Moteng, who already has the title of "King of Debating Sutras".

"We are not afraid of them when it comes to martial arts competitions, subduing demons and demons, opening furnaces to make alchemy, etc., but in terms of words, we are not as good as those bald donkeys." After all, this is about the inheritance of Taoism. He stopped clamoring, and said with a little worry.

"If you want to talk about the art of debate, you should push the strategists. However, after the unification of Qin Shihuang, he hated these guys who joined forces and split the country. He ordered the big witch who followed him to hunt down and kill those who were in the way. , but now there are no eloquent talents." Zhu Shanxin sighed.

"Prepare for the worst, and focus on the second fight. The two monks, Shemo Teng and Zhu Falan, are half-step Daluo powerhouses, and they are representatives of the Buddhist sect, not ordinary half-battle monks." Bu Daluo, we need a powerful master to deal with it, Fellow Daoist Huoling, I will be tired of you after watching the second fight." Zhu Shan said.

"The affairs of the Daoist sect are all my duty, so I don't dare to resign if I wish." Taoist Huo Ling said very seriously.

"Although there is a high probability that the first debate will lose, the Buddhist sect can't win easily. I wonder which fellow Taoist would like to meet that Buddhist bald donkey?" selected candidates.

"Let's go, poor Taoist. Although there is no chance of winning, the poor Taoist will try his best. At worst, let the old man sell the old man." An old Taoist priest wearing a yellow gossip Taoist robe with pale hair and a face like old bark laughed.

"Huang Shigong is willing to make a move, that would be great." He Zhengzhi quickly got up and thanked.

Huang Shigong became famous early, as early as two or three hundred years ago, he was a famous great monk. His Taoism was extremely profound, and he also had a disciple Zhang Liang, who was famous in history, and had a high prestige in the Taoism. He Zhengzhi was of course very grateful for his willingness to come forward. However, this time, although it is a battle of orthodoxy, the cause is still a fight for land for them.

The candidates for the competition have been determined, and the masters of the Taoist sect in the Sanqing Palace immediately relaxed, and they chatted in groups of three or five to pass the time.

Half a month passed quickly, and soon it was the day of the contest between Taoism and Buddhism.The day was sunny and sunny, the streets of Luoyang were empty for thousands of people, most of the people in the city came to watch the excitement in front of the White Horse Temple.

Fortunately, the Emperor Liu Zhuang had expected it, and dispatched a thousand Imperial Forest Army early, and set up a guard around the White Horse Temple, and maintained it continuously, but there was no chaos.

In such a lively occasion, local hooligans and thieves are naturally indispensable, but once they are discovered, they are immediately beaten up by the imperial guards who maintain order, and then tied up with ropes. After the meeting is over, they are taken to the Luoyang Command Office.

Naturally, there was a reason for the Royal Forest Army to be so conscientious.The reason is that if the Emperor Liuzhuang is coming, it is natural that this place cannot be turned into a messy vegetable market.

Around [-]:[-], the sun was neither too hot nor too cold, and the temperature was suitable. Emperor Liu Zhuang Yu drove out of the palace, escorted by a team of powerful imperial guards, and soon came to the White Horse Temple.

Liu Zhuang's prestige is very high, and his arrival immediately aroused the cheers of the Luoyang people like a tsunami.

"Long live, long live, long live!" Tens of thousands of people shouted "Long live, long live!" It was really terrifying, and I saw that there were tide-like threads of luck gathering around Liu Zhuang's body, protecting him tightly.

That luck, even if an immortal approached, the spell would lose its effect. It was really ghosts and gods.

Faced with the welcome of the people, Liu Zhuang immediately stepped out of the chariot and waved to the people around him.

Surrounded by a group of Imperial Forest Army and watched by the common people, Liu Zhuang's chariot arrived in front of the White Horse Temple.

As soon as the chariot stopped, a eunuch immediately brought a stool, Liu Zhuang stepped on the stool, easily got off the chariot, and walked towards the White Horse Temple.

The Imperial Forest Army, who came first to maintain order, got the news that the emperor was coming, and prepared seats in front of the White Horse Temple early.

After Liu Zhuang sat down, in order to save time, he went back to deal with state affairs earlier, and without saying anything, he directly announced the start of the competition on classics.

The representatives of Taoism and Buddhism, Shemo Teng and Huang Shigong, each surrounded by several novice monks and Taoist boys, walked up to the high platform and stood facing each other.

After saluting, both Taoist and Buddhist sat down on Pu Tuan, and the debate on scriptures was about to begin.

"What is Tao?" Shemo Teng asked first.

As a Taoist priest, his understanding of "Tao" is naturally quite deep. Huang Shigong smiled slightly and said: "The scope of Tao is very large. I think it is the truth, the rule, and the reason for the existence of everything..."

Huang Shigong eloquently uttered nearly a thousand words, but he was afraid that the other party would attack the entire Taoist sect, so he added "I think", and his words were impeccable.

"Ha..." Dry debating Daojing Buddha is very boring. After listening to it for a while, the macaque king immediately yawned.

"It's boring enough." She Moteng and Zhu Fran were talking about some Buddhist scriptures, finding fault with each other, full of nonsense, after listening to it for a long time, it was really boring to death, and Chen Xian couldn't help sighing.

"This kind of commentary is too boring, we need to add some fun." Chen Xian thought to himself.

He chuckled, and sent a voice transmission to Huangshi Gongdao: "Mr. Huangshi, ask Shemo Teng, if his mother and the Buddha who lost his magic power fell into the water at the same time, and neither of them can swim, who would he save first?"

Mr. Huangshi was dealing with Shemo Teng's question at this time, and he was slightly taken aback when he heard Chen Xian's voice transmission. Then he thought about it and thought this question was very good. If you don't respect the Buddha, if you save the Buddha, it will be even more troublesome. In this era when hundreds of schools are dismissed and Confucianism is the only one, loyalty and filial piety are one, if you don't save your mother, it can be regarded as having no king and no father, and it will definitely arouse public outrage.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable Huang Shigong could not help but stop, and began to infer other things from one instance, thinking of a lot of similar problems, ready to make things difficult for the other party.

"Why did Fellow Daoist stop suddenly in the middle of his answer?" She Moteng asked, waking up Huang Shigong from his own world.

"Hehe..." Huang Shigong said with a slight smile: "Master's Dharma is profound and his wisdom is superb. If I have a question, I hope Master can answer it."

Huang Shigong put himself very low and held She Moteng very high, in order to praise and kill him.

Huang Shigong was uncharacteristically, which made Shemo Teng very vigilant, but if he could answer the other party's doubts secretly, it would confirm the fact that Buddhism is superior to Taoism, because Taoists always ask monks for advice on this issue. Although he is vigilant, he still Asked: "I don't know what confusion you have, but it's okay, we can discuss it together."

Shemo Teng didn't dare to talk to death, only said to discuss together, giving room for maneuver.

"Hehe..." Huang Shigong smiled slightly, secretly thinking that this question is a dead end, and there is no room for maneuver.

"It's like this. If your mother and the Buddha who lost his mana were hijacked by a strongman, the strongman is not your opponent. In order to escape, the strongman gave them two poisons that would kill them in just a moment, and you only have one The antidote, who will you save?" Huang Shigong asked, but the question was more rigorous than Chen Xian's question of his mother and daughter-in-law who fell into the water but couldn't swim, and was more relevant to the reality of this world.

Shemo Teng was stunned for a moment, and really couldn't think of a good answer, but he is not a vegetarian... Well, he is a vegetarian, it should be said that he is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and immediately said: "This question is so profound that I can't answer it. , but I don’t know how fellow daoists will choose in the face of this problem?”

Facing Shemo Teng's anti-general army, Huang Shigong was obviously prepared, and said with a smile: "This is a question I asked the master, but the master asked me, ha ha... If Pindao encounters this, I will Save Daozu first, Daozu is omnipotent, save him, and after he recovers his mana, ask him to save his mother."

Uh uh uh... Shemo Teng was taken aback for a moment, he really didn't expect to be able to answer this way, and ten thousand grass mud horses flew by in his mind.

Well, Mr. Huang Shi is also treacherous, otherwise he would not be able to teach a clever apprentice like Zhang Liang, who used the voice trap to trick Mo Teng and win a small round.

Liu Zhuang is a Mingjun, and Mingjun is very self-disciplined. He spends a lot of time processing memorials every day. The time is limited. Seeing the Daoist sect win a small victory, he immediately judges the Daoist sect as the victory in the scripture competition and asks to start the next martial arts competition.

In the original history, there were three competitions in the White Horse Temple, namely discussing scriptures, fighting skills, and burning scriptures. Therefore, the high platform in front of the White Horse Temple is also called the Scripture Burning Platform.Originally, the Taoist school lost all three competitions. Many Taoist priests couldn't stand the suspicious eyes of the crowd, so they changed their schools, ordained ordained monks, and switched to Buddhism. Now that the Taoist school has won the first battle, Chen Xian finds it interesting.Especially now that Zen Master Wuchao is missing, there is no real sun to help out, and the outcome of the third scripture-burning competition is unpredictable, and things are confusing, which is really getting more and more interesting.

He lost in his own strong point of distinguishing scriptures, and lost to a bad old man, She Moteng's face was very ugly, but this result was made by the emperor, if he wanted to spread the word to the East, he could not do without the support of the emperor, and he did not dare to refute. Unhappy, he got off the high platform.

"Brother, there is no need to worry. Winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs. I just lost a battle of words. I will go up and beat them down with my fists, so that mortals can know that those Taoist priests are just lip service and have no real skills!" Zhu Falan comforted After saying a word, he climbed onto the high platform with a murderous look, holding his Zen stick.

"Be careful, don't be careless!" After all, she is a half-step Daluo strong man who is profound in Buddhism, She Moteng quickly adjusted his mentality, and warned Zhu Falan who was about to climb the high platform.

Zhu Falan nodded, and holding his Zen stick, he climbed onto the high platform without looking back. Every step he took, he was actually getting stronger.

Taoist Huoling, the representative of the Daoist sect, did not show any weakness. He carried a dharma sword without a scabbard on his back, and walked up to the high platform step by step.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

"Amitabha!"

Taoist Huoling and Zhu Falan stopped at a distance of one zhang and greeted each other at the same time. One proclaimed the name of Dao and performed the three-clearing Taoist ceremony, and the other proclaimed the name of Buddha and performed the Heshi Buddha ceremony.

"Zheng!" Taoist Huo Ling uttered a sword groan with the dharma sword on his back, rushed up, and fell into Taoist Huo Ling's raised right hand.

"Shhhhh..."

Taoist Huo Ling danced a sword flower casually, and then said horizontally to his chest, "Please!"

Zhu Falan gave Taoist Huo Ling a false blow with his stick, which was considered a shot, and then looked at Taoist Huo Ling with contempt.

Taoist Huo Ling had a fiery temper, so how could he endure provocations? He immediately stepped forward with his sword and grabbed Zhu Falan's hands holding the Zen stick.

Because it is a martial arts competition in front of many mortals, it is not easy to use spells and martial arts that have huge damage or have a large impact, such as Fatianxiangdi and Jianqi. The two can only compete with fists and some small spells, but fighting is not better The spells are inferior, but more dangerous, and the fight between square inches is the most intense.

The Zen sticks were flying, and the shadows of the swords were heavy, mixed with the flames of the Buddha's light. Once the two half-step giants joined hands, the battle intensified to the most intense point.

On the high platform, Huoling Taoist and Zhu Fran moved around, their figures were like ghosts, surrounded by the flames of Buddha light, only seeing the mortals around them were mesmerized, and many people felt the desire to worship gods and Buddhas.

(End of this chapter)