The young man waiting at the entrance of the town did not wait for the old monkey to return all night.
It wasn't until he returned to the old locust tree early the next morning that he saw the sloppy man slowly walking around from the foot of Zhelongbei Mountain and walking into the town step by step.
Last night, he waited until midnight and no one came back. He couldn't bear it anymore and returned to his yard. However, he still stayed up all night and sat at the table in the house. From time to time, he could still hear the sound coming from far away to the east of the town. There were bursts of thunderous crackling sounds coming from everywhere. Last night, the sky was clear and cloudless, with stars dotted and twinkling, but there were lightning flashes and thunder on the sunny day.
So early this morning, when the young man got up from the table in the house and returned to the old locust tree, he saw the Hou Junchen slowly walking into the town with light wind and clouds. He jumped down, and then quickly walked out of the town to a far away position, but when Hou Junchen came closer, he suddenly stood still, looked at the sloppy man up and down, left and right, and made sure that he didn't have any obvious injuries. He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the old monkey and asked, "Is the beating done? Are you okay? Where is Jiang Chang?"
The sloppy man who walked back with a piece of weed in his mouth glanced at the nervous young man and said funny: "Why are you so nervous? It makes me look like I am going to die!"
Although the words coming out of his mouth sounded like curses, there was a touch of warmth and touch hidden in the deepest part of the sloppy man's eyes that were so golden last night and seemed to have no emotion at all. He moved. He held the weed in another direction with his lips, then looked at the young man and said with a smile: "That Jiang Chang... is probably still embedded in some rocky cliff at the moment? If there is no one to help, I have to rely on myself alone. If he regains his strength and pulls it out on his own, it will probably take a few more days!"
Listening to the old monkey's understatement, the young man finally let out a sigh of relief and smiled on his face, "So, you won the fight?"
Hou Junchen rolled his eyes when he heard this, put his hands behind his head, and continued walking towards the entrance of the town. He said angrily: "Decades ago, I beat him just like beating my son. Now he can't." Are they from the grandchildren? If we can’t win this fight, will I be able to survive?”
At this moment, the young man finally confirmed that this old bachelor who had been his neighbor for several years seemed to be fine, so he put away his worries and looked at his back and mocked: "Okay, I don't know what I was facing in the first place. Who said you didn't have the ability to protect me when we were at Shuixiu Lake? Now you've won a fight and suddenly become arrogant again?"
The sloppy man walking in front paused when he heard this, turned back to look at the taunting young man, snorted and sneered, "You know nothing!"
Having said that, the guy didn't continue to move forward. When the boy took a few steps forward and was level with him, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked the boy on the butt, causing the boy to stagger. He didn't even wait for the glaring little guy. He retorted and shouted: "Hurry up and cook for me! If you dare not eat good meat and vegetables for me in the next half month, I will cook it again for Shuixiuhu Those two ancestral graves of yours! I've suffered a big loss this time by standing up for you. I was beaten with an iron fist by that dignified Jiang Wusheng, and I grinned and screamed. I was almost seriously injured and dying, so I must make up for it!"
The young man originally had an angry look on his face, but he was suddenly startled when he heard these words. He looked at the man on the side again with some suspicion, and said carefully: "Really?"
The sloppy man kept walking. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes and snorted: "What else?"
The young man looked at the man carefully again, smiled suddenly, and said: "Then swallow that breath quickly, I have been jealous of you for a long time. If you, an old bachelor with no martial ethics, hadn't taken the lead three years ago, Maybe now I am the small town watchman who has taken over the mantle of the old watchman. I get paid every day, and I can also rely on the official family and have a solid backing, which is very comfortable!"
The sloppy man wasn't angry when he heard this, he just smiled, squinted at the young man and said, "I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet, so you want to eat shit!"
…
Two hundred miles east of the town, there was a long and narrow valley where lightning and thunder thundered in the middle of the night last night, and the earth was turned upside down.
When I looked again this morning, the originally sparse and barren valley had been completely razed to the ground. The jagged and strange rocks that were originally protruding everywhere had been smashed into powder. A gust of mountain wind blew through the valley. Dust began to fly, and it was all stone dust shattered by the aftermath of the fist fight between the two ten-level warriors.
The cliffs on both sides of the valley were quite tall and precipitous before the two men took action yesterday, but today they are no longer so steep. Half of them have collapsed, which makes them look miserable...
At this moment, at the top of the half-collapsed cliff, a handsome and enchanting young man dressed in black suddenly appeared. As soon as he appeared, he didn't even stand firm on his feet, but he exclaimed twice, "What a good guy, a ten-level warrior." The power is really terrifying. Fortunately, I ran away in advance when I saw that the situation was wrong. Otherwise, if I had to face Jiang Wusheng, I would have been beaten half to death? As expected, my brain is not an ordinary one. I can't even say that I am wise and strategic. For the sake of it, good, good, keep it up.”
After saying that, the young man in black slowly bent his knees and squatted down, then turned his body and looked at the cliff on the opposite side of the valley, which had also collapsed in half. There was an extremely obvious human-shaped groove there, and there was something inside. A figure with a faint breath was embedded in it. It seemed that he was still breathing, but he was still in a coma and had not woken up.
The young man took a careful look at the unconscious figure with his head drooped, and then smiled and continued to say in a strange manner: "Look, the great master of martial arts is really powerful, his body is indeed harder than a stone, and he can sleep like this all the time. You're overbearing and you can't offend anyone! I don't know what the material of the mountain gate of your Shijizhou Yunlin Sect is. If Jiang Wusheng could sleep on it, he would not have to wake up for several months. It would be very comfortable! "
——
It is said that after the gathering of the four spirits yesterday, the four gatekeepers of the town gathered in the Tianzihao guest room between the sea of clouds to discuss. Then Cui Jue, the Confucian saint who was in charge here, returned to the village school and waited until he collected the bronze bell at the entrance of the town. The assigned young man was taken into his sect and became a true student who bowed and kowtowed three times and nine times.
It was also at that moment that the four saints responsible for guarding the door, except for the second head of the Mo family, the other three, as previously agreed, each had a letter from the immortal family sent out from the small town, and flew across the sky to the destination. The directions are exactly the same, they are all heading east from the small town to the Middle Earth Divine Continent across the vast ocean from Liguan Continent, and then to the Three Religions Patriarch Hall.
That's not to say that no one can accept the message from Mr. Qin. It's just that in the battle when the seal was completed in Yanguan Town, the founder of the Mo family was seriously injured. In the next ten thousand years, he was basically in seclusion most of the time. He was in a state of healing, so he basically always took care of the worldly affairs of the Mo sect in front of him and left them all to the chief disciple under him to make their own decisions, including this time Mr. Qin, the earth god from Zhongtu Before Zhou came to Liguanzhou, when he went to bid farewell to his master, the old master still said the same thing, with only eight words, "make your own decisions and act on your own convenience."
Therefore, it makes no difference to Mr. Qin whether this message is passed on or not.
…
Regarding the transmission of messages from the immortal families in the Jiuzhou Jianghu, each sect has always had its own way, but there is a basic convention that this type of message transmission through the air has each family's own very obvious characteristics.
For example, high-level immortal sects like the Four Great Sword Sects, which use swordsmanship as their main method of practice, mostly use flying swords to send messages, using a small flying sword as a carrier to carry the content of the message between two places. Back and forth, as fast as lightning. When outsiders see it, they can tell at a glance that this is a message sent by the Sword Sect. As for whether you dare to intercept it halfway, it depends on whether you have the ability to handle the joint effort of the four major Sword Sects to ask for swords.
Another example is the Confucian sect. These scholars send letters to each other, mostly using a jade pendant engraved with the word "benevolence" as a carrier. It is as bright as the moonlight, warm as a clear spring, and so on. The pulse is mostly a folded paper crane made of talisman paper, which is graceful and lifelike. Most Buddhist monks use beads engraved with the character "卍"...
Of course, for example, the three first-grade immortal sects standing on the top of the mountain, let others know that they cannot be offended, and the sword cultivators like the four major sword sects who cannot be offended because of their fierce combat power. The methods used by each family to convey messages are, firstly, because they may not be able to catch up with the letter talismans, and secondly, they are too frightened to intercept them due to their strength. However, for those sects of the Immortal Family whose character is not high enough, the matter of conveying messages is naturally not a problem. Dare to be so trusting? After all, there are only a few immortal sects that can scare people away just by their names. Therefore, there will also be some immortal sects in the world who are dedicated to spreading messages. Cats have cat ways. , rats have their own way, just use your own methods to ensure that the letter is delivered.
The more famous among them are the Xian family tycoons who specialize in shipping business and are responsible for cross-continental ferries. Another example is that there is a tall building named "Bronze Bird" in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, which is as famous as the Fengxue Tower. Among the third-level forces, Fengxue Tower is engaged in the murder business, while the Tongque Tower is engaged in the newspaper business.
However, although the most profitable business of Tongque Tower is Di Bao, the most famous one is not Di Bao, because in addition to the most basic business of delivering news to the Immortal Family through Tongque Tower branches set up across Jiuzhou, This Tonglou also ingeniously opened some special businesses similar to Dibao, which are already popular in Jiuzhou, called "Yuedan Commentary".
In fact, strictly speaking, after the current "Yuedan" comment spread throughout Jiuzhou, it is no longer possible to comment on every month. It is not accurate to use this three-character name anymore, because the so-called "Yuedan" originally referred to On the first day of every month, the earliest spread was only in the small area where the first floor of the Bronze Bird in the Middle-earth Divine Continent was located. However, later because Linyuan Academy deliberately promoted this matter to spread to other eight continents, " The name "Yuedan" has been popular for a long time, so Tongque Tower did not change its name again.
The Yuedan Review publishes the list every ten years, aiming to comment on all kinds of personnel in the world, select the top ones to enter the list and spread it around the world, and are widely talked about by people all over the world. There are many types of these lists, among which the more famous ones are, for example, the selection of Jiuzhou The Rouge List ranks the beauty of women, the Wenyuan List reviews the world's poetry, calligraphy and painting, and the Spring and Autumn List ranks the top twenty in the world in terms of cultivation and combat strength... there are many, and each has its own merits.
Hou Junchen mentioned once earlier that the wife of Mr. Fan, the shopkeeper in Zhenxi Yunhaijian, had been on the Tongquelou Rouge List, and had won the title of Rouge Number One more than once. She was the first in the year. When she first appeared on the rouge list, the comment given by Tongque Tower had the word "Shen Yu", and this lady also ranked first among the four most famous top picks in the previous rouge rankings, so she was truly the top pick. The number one scholar, the most beautiful woman in the world since the rouge list was launched!
——
But he said that the three fairy letters that were uploaded from the town yesterday, although the wording was different, the general meaning was the same. One was to explain the layer of waves hidden under the table in the town at this time. Weird, the second is that the old man who is one of the Four Heavenly Books at Zhendongkou has chosen the young man who has ruined his future as his back-up man. The last is that he invites various ancestral halls to discuss and make a decision. The matter will be discussed later on how to proceed.
…
After the jade pendant belonging to the small town private school teacher was passed to the Chinese Confucian Temple, in order to discuss the matter in the Dacheng Hall, most of the Confucian temples gathered to worship the saints. Among the four highest-ranking Confucian saints, except for the Patriarch and the Holy Master Apart from that, the other three people were also present. However, after everyone discussed it, they could not come to a unified conclusion about Cui Jue's message. The saints had different opinions, and they were so quarrelsome that their faces were red and their ears were red.
The opinions of the saints are roughly divided into three groups. One group believes that Yanguan Town is of great importance, and it is not too cautious to be cautious. One of the Four Heavenly Books places such a big concern on the person who is on the road to death. For children, it is too light and childish and will never work! The Confucian Temple must send someone to stop it. If it is not enough, Linyuan Academy must come forward in person!
The other group believes that the bronze bell has been placed at the entrance of the town for countless years. He has been there as long as the Yanguan Formation has existed, and he himself has a heavy responsibility. Naturally, only he knows best whether it will succeed or not. He knows far better than the people in the Confucian Temple in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth. As the saying goes, "Don't trust those who employ them, and don't use those who doubt them." Since the choice is in his hands, he should naturally let him do whatever he wants!
The last faction had finished telling the pros and cons of the first two groups, so they told another story in a new way, saying that the faction went to guard the saint Cui Jue, and they knew that the young man was on the road to death, but they still obeyed that suggestion. Tongzhong's intention was to accept the young man as his disciple, and even intended to use him as a bet in the Taoist struggle. This move was actually helping others to hurt others and causing harm to others! The Confucian Temple must recall him for questioning. If he refuses to comply, he should ask the Holy Master to clean up the temple himself!
Oh, in addition to the above three factions, there is one person, just one person. It is the old gentleman who once personally went to the small town village school to deliver letters to his students. When I heard the words of these people, they expressed their feelings towards their students and those who had grown up. The young man who married his disciple had many evil deeds, so he flew into a rage and wanted to hit him with the sparrow-head crutch in his hand!
As a result, the entire Dacheng Hall became more chaotic and turned into a pot of porridge!
…
Just as the stalemate was going on at the Dacheng Hall, in the forest of steles in the backyard of the Confucian Temple, an old scholar dressed in commoners appeared quietly holding a long scroll with mottled handwriting. He walked slowly through the stone forest with countless ancient steles and arrived at the stone forest. I walked around in front of a newly erected inscription in recent years, looked at the inscriptions with a smile, and nodded and said the word "good" with a smile from time to time.
The old scholar who was walking around did not make any announcement, just wandering around waiting for the students and disciples from the two sides who were arguing so much to react, and then hurried to the Forest of Steles.
When they all arrived, the old man turned around and looked at the large group of students, disciples, disciples, and disciples, and asked with a smile: "Are you all here?"
"Student pays homage to the Master!"
A group of Confucian saints who are famous all over the world outside can only be obedient students and disciples in front of the old man.
The old man waved his hand and continued to smile: "I heard that you are making a lot of noise and want me to clean up the house?"
When the old man brought up business, someone naturally stepped forward to pick up the context. An old man in a green shirt looked around and then took a step forward to step forward. He first bowed respectfully and saluted, and then said angrily: "Master, what are you doing here? Cui Jue of Liangzhou disregarded the moral integrity for the sake of small righteousness, and endangered the safety of the world and endangered our cultural and educational tradition! Such a treasonous act should be expelled from the Confucian school! Students, please sir, seek justice!"
If someone takes the lead, there will naturally be a cloud of followers.
The old man listened quietly to what he said, smiled and nodded without comment.
Mr. Zhong, who had previously delivered a letter to Liangzhou and was holding a bird stick in the Dacheng Hall and preparing to beat someone, saw that these bastards were slandering his students and that his master would not give a conclusion, so he opened his mouth to refute, but was stopped by that gangster. An old man who was called "Master" by everyone raised his hand to interrupt, signaling him to calm down.
Then, when the old man saw that they had finished speaking, he turned to look at the disciples on the other side who looked hesitant or determined, and asked, "What about you? What should I say?"
Everyone who was asked looked at each other, and an old man in black clothes also took a step forward to line up with the old man in green clothes. He also bowed first and then said: "Master, I think that the child in Liangzhou has a complicated life experience. , but since it has been recognized by the heavenly book, and has caught up with many things that have a long aftertaste, it is just the right meeting, and the birth is at the right time. Maybe it is in line with the saying that the situation creates a hero. If we just use ' It may not be a good thing to refute it on the grounds of "dead end road"! Moreover, the four heavenly books have always had their own unique features. Since the one in Yanguan intended to help the young man, in the end, half of the flesh was left on the If we, my Confucian sect, don’t appreciate it and even ask Linyuan Academy to come forward, it would be a bit..."
The old man in moyi didn't say anything further. After all, it was not a good word. It would be too rude to say it in front of the ancestor.
"Excessive?" The old man who was listening to him quietly saw that he had stopped speaking, so he smiled and added what he had not finished: "Are you still... shameless?"
The old man in black clothes quickly bowed: "Students don't dare."
The old man smiled and waved his hand to signal him to get up, and then glanced at the people present. Some of them were familiar faces who had followed him around the world since he was a poor scholar, and some had only entered the Dacheng Hall in recent years to accompany him. The disciples of Si, or the disciples passed down to them, but all of them are the pillars that allow Confucianism to rank among the top three schools of thought in the world.
After a slight pause, the old man turned to look at the hundreds of stone forest inscriptions behind him, and chuckled softly: "The most difficult thing in the world is that you are right no matter what you choose, but it seems that you are wrong no matter what you choose."
As he said that, he turned around and looked at his students, and continued to smile: "You are here today because you have gone through a lot of hardships. You have read thousands of principles in the book, and many of them are you." I wrote it with my own hand. When we write down principles in books, we all clearly distinguish between good and bad. What we are afraid of is that those who read later will not distinguish between good and bad clearly."
The old man paused for a moment when he said this, and then added after sighing: "However, after reading too many books and remembering more rules and regulations, it is easy to get confused on some subtle things. It seems that there are not enough principles, and It seems that some of the principles they had memorized were fighting with each other, and they turned into a pot of paste!"
As he spoke, a smile appeared on the old man's slightly troubled face, and he said cheerfully: "Since the truth is fighting, we might as well look back and maybe we can come up with a new truth?"
The old man in Tsing Yi who had previously said that Cui Jue would be punished severely was about to open his mouth to say something when he heard this, but the old scholar waved his hand as if he knew in advance and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter even if you choose the wrong one, in this world." The world will not be turned upside down in a moment, and besides, there are still us, right? What do you think?"
All the students looked at each other one after another, and finally everyone bowed and saluted the old man in the center: "Students, please obey your teacher's instructions!"
The old man smiled and raised his hand to let everyone stand up, then turned his head slightly to look at the old man in black clothes and said: "Ya Sheng, tell Cui Jue to just let him go and do it. Just say it was me who said this round. I, the Confucian, made a bet."
——
In Kunlun Ruins, an old Taoist holding a green bull appeared on the Shinto in front of Taiqing Palace, wandering towards the main hall as if taking a walk.
The old man was an immortal Taoist, and when he passed by some stunned disciples and disciples, he would say hello with a smile, and then continue to wander forward, leaving behind him a Taoist immortal who was stunned all the way and even forgot to salute the ancestor.
Over in the main hall of Taiqing Palace, there are several great gods who can really make the world tremble by stamping their feet in the Taoist sect. At this moment, they are also noisy about Liangzhou.
Among them, two of the three great disciples of Dao Ancestor were present. They were Li Lingjun, the second disciple of Dao Ancestor, who was jokingly called "Tao Dharma is as close as one" by countless immortals on the mountain and the rivers and lakes below the mountain, and the one who also had the name "Little Boss" His third disciple Lu Chunqiu!
In addition to these two, there are four other people who are said to be the registered disciples received by the Taoist ancestors when he visited the human world. The founder of the Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion is one of them.
These ancestors, who were highly respected in the eyes of the Taoist disciples, were making noisy noises in the hall, but they sensed that their master had appeared almost at the same time. They suddenly turned around and looked out of the hall with joyful faces. After seeing clearly where the master was, , one by one, they rushed to the old Taoist.
At this time, the huge square in front of the Taiqing Palace seemed a bit chaotic. Countless Taoist officials who were responsible for various chores in the palace, as well as immortal Taoist priests who were just ordinary practitioners, were busy saluting the ancestor and looking up to steal. Watching the second-generation sect masters who rarely show up on weekdays, or even when they do show up, they are calm and unhurried, rushing out of the main hall and running to the square... This is a good idea. It’s a wonder in the world that you won’t see once in a thousand years!
In addition, there were some Taoist monks in the square who were flying at low altitude with their Qi or swords. They were rushing to do the work at hand, but when the Taoist appeared, they were suddenly overwhelmed by the Taoist monks. Attracted by the rhyme, the moment they all turned their heads to look at the source of the overflowing Dao rhyme, they all fell to the ground like dumplings, one by one like onions...
Half of this was due to the etiquette of meeting the ancestor, and the other half was because of fear!
It's not that I'm afraid of the Grandmaster's blame. After all, although most people have never seen their Grandmaster's true form, they have basically heard that the Grandmaster is a kind elder. Every time he shows up, he never bothers with the false courtesy of the younger generation.
What they are really afraid of is the Third Master who is known as the "little boss"...
There are a total of seven direct and registered disciples under Taozu. The three direct disciples guard Kunlun and serve as the head teachers.
The Great Master would show up except when the Patriarch appeared, but would not be seen at other times; the Second Master was obsessed with Taoism and spent most of his time in seclusion; only the Third Master would wander around from time to time and also lead the way. A position called the head of the punishment hall that only exists in those Jianghu sects or mountain sects... Well, he proclaimed himself...
If the Third Master saw that he and others dared to fly around above the head of the Patriarch, wouldn't they be swatted to death like flies? Didn’t you see that all the headmasters and patriarchs were running over from the main hall?
Just as several second-generation ancestors who were at the top of the Taoist sect were still rushing towards Sayazi, the Taoist disciple who had never shown up also appeared at the right moment, but not in the main hall, but directly. Arriving not far in front of the master, the timing was neither too early nor too late, only half a step ahead of the six junior brothers.
After the gentle-faced Taoist master appeared, he didn't care about the junior disciples behind him. He just bowed to the old man with a smile and said: "Disciple has met the master!"
The junior brothers who hurried behind arrived just in time, and they only had time to take a breath and then follow the senior brother to salute the master.
However, the Third Master Lu Chunqiu, who was nicknamed "Little Boss", saw that the senior brother was so disrespectful of martial ethics, he simply stopped saluting. Instead, he curled his lips and muttered: "The senior brother is really unreasonable!"
After saying that, regardless of the reactions of the senior brothers, he sneaked up to his master and looked arrogantly at the senior brother who was still bowing and the other senior brothers behind him. He pointed his nostrils upward and said arrogantly: "No gifts, no gifts!"
Although this Third Master was directly passed down by his master, he started later than other senior brothers, either personally or by name, so his nickname of "Little Boss" is worthy of his name!
The old man and the eldest disciple looked at each other, both smiled and did not blame him.
The great master actually listened to his junior brother's words and refrained from courtesy, and the junior brothers behind him also naturally straightened up.
After the Second Master stood up, he glanced at the young junior brother lightly. Before he could say anything more, he received a provocative look from his junior brother.
The Third Master smiled and saw the senior brothers being so obedient. He turned his head and glanced at the disciples who were still standing in the square, waved his hands and said: "Get out of here, go and do what you have to do!"
After saying that, he turned to look at his master and said with a smile: "Master, let's talk about it inside?"
After a while, the old Taoist led a group of disciples to the main hall, but did not enter the hall. The old man turned around and stood on the high platform in front of the hall, looking up at the square in front of the hall and the Yunjuan Yunshu further away outside the Kunlun Fairy Mountain. Yunshu did not speak for a long time.
The disciples behind him stood respectfully, and no one said a word.
The old Taoist looked away for a moment, smiled slightly, then turned around and looked at the disciples, saying: "I already know the matter, and I don't want to say much. I just want to say that you will argue, but things still need to be done. "
After speaking, he looked at the expressions of his disciples, then raised his hand and gently drew the character "one" not far in front of him with his index finger. Following his movements, the originally peaceful space seemed to collapse slightly. The distortion solidified, but after only a moment, it was smoothed away by him.
After doing this, the old man looked at his disciples and said, "What should I say?"
"Disciple is taught." It was still the Grand Master who took the lead in saluting, and the junior disciples followed.
The old Taoist waved his hand and said, "Then let's do this for now."
"Disciple sends you respectful greetings to Master."
Before the disciples finished the ceremony, the old Taoist had already led the green bull and flew away without any movement, as if it had never happened before.
——
Daleiyin Temple in Lingshan.
There are bursts of Buddha's sound and golden light.
The old monk with squinted eyes, holding flowers and smiling in the main hall seemed to be more responsible than the old scholar and the old Taoist. When the message from Nagarjuna Bodhisattva, who turned into a stonemason in Yanguan Town, reached Lingshan, Buddha Sitting upright on the lotus platform, he was giving lectures to the three thousand disciples, monks and novices.
As soon as the news about Nagarjuna arrived, countless Buddhists were in an uproar.
In fact, compared to Confucianism and Taoism, Buddhism has a deeper relationship with the demons and ghosts of thousands of years ago, especially the ghosts. Therefore, as long as everything involves the two demons, there are countless Buddhists who have spent their entire lives practicing hard to achieve nothing. There is often a suspicion of breaking the precepts.
The secrets have been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years. Many people in the world who are not Buddhists no longer know the details. They only know that the two families were the worst to deal with thousands of years ago.
As for the origin of such a deep grudge between the two families, the earliest truth is only found in some wealthy families with high enough gates, and there are only a few records in the piles of old papers that have been passed down for a long time.
Legend has it that in the earliest years when the five tribes coexisted, the ghost tribe and the Buddhists were neighbors separated by a vast ocean.
As the saying goes, "distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors", but this pair of neighbors have been at odds with each other for a long time because of their different views on certain things. Later, the situation became more and more intense until it escalated into a moral dispute!
Before the world was hit by the great catastrophe of the war between the five races, the two families stared at each other regardless of others, punching and kicking each other for many years, and finally evolved into feud! Later, because they were in a great catastrophe, the two families belonged to different camps, so they even brought their allies to stab each other's lives. Naturally, the hatred became deeper!
Until the end of the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, the Demon Lord, who was an ally of the ghost clan, was killed by the last human emperor with a sword. The king of the ghost clan was also seriously injured and retreated. The demon and ghost clans subsequently withdrew from the world. In addition, the human emperor changed the world and divided it The new Nine Continents were established, and hundreds of schools of thought, including the three sects, all moved into the Middle Earth Divine Continent, so the battle between the two sides subsided somewhat.
However, the feud between the two families that has accumulated for nearly ten thousand years has not been eliminated just because the war has ended. Some of the younger disciples of the two families may not know the origin of this feud, but every enlightened disciple who enters the sect will be impressed by the master. You must never forget the great hatred that you have told me, and you must remember to tell it to your disciples again in the future, and pass it on to future generations!
Under all these circumstances, as soon as the news about Nagarjuna Bodhisattva arrived, many low-level Buddhist disciples who had not cultivated enough could not sit still! Even the faces of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who had successfully practiced and achieved Bodhi had changed, but after all, they had perfect concentration and did not get angry on the spot, and could still sit still.
But almost at this moment, the eyes of all Buddhist disciples gathered at one place, without exception, because sitting there was the leader of Buddhism, the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas!
Ordinary people must not be able to bear being stared at by thousands of eyes, but the old monk Baoxiang on the lotus platform has not changed at all. However, for the five immortals and five categories within Zhoutian, different lives The image of Buddha in each person's eyes seems to be different.
"Amitabha."
The old monk Buddha sang a song, looked widely at the Buddhist congregation in Lingshan, and then slowly spoke a piece of Buddhist scripture "Liu Ru Gao" that is widely circulated in the world.
"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."
…
