When Lin Lingsu's "changing Buddhism into Taoism" was spreading all over the world.
The monks in Buddhist temples and ancient temples throughout the Song Dynasty, one hundred and eight states, were all angry. There were even a few monks who wanted to jointly break into the capital and meet Emperor Daozong.
However, in today's era of great prosperity, they can hardly even leave the local states and counties, so they are under house arrest by the local government offices.
All of a sudden, all the major Buddhist temples were sending messages for help to Lingyin Temple and Jinshan Temple, the only two holy places in the world that could still guarantee Buddhist incense, hoping to find a solution.
If the Buddhist temple is really converted into a temple, it will be a humiliation and shame that will never be washed away in the history of Buddhism.
That's not all.
If this matter is really accomplished by Lin Lingsu, it will be the 'End of Dharma Era' for the dead Buddha and the dead religion.
Suzhou, Hanshan Temple.
"There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures that in the Age of the End of the Dharma, there will be waves of demons from the heavens who will take the devil's sons and grandsons, wear the cassocks of my Buddha, destroy my Buddha's monkhood, and corrupt the atmosphere of my Buddha. Now it seems that the Age of the End of the Dharma has arrived. That Lin Ling Su is the incarnation of the devil, the evil master, and he confuses the world..."
A monk wearing a red cassock looked up to the sky angrily:
"I'm going to the capital to find him and have a show."
"Elder Shamen, you can't. It's rumored that Lin Lingsu is only in his forties and has already reached the twelfth level of cultivation. In the world, only the most powerful people in the world like Prince Yue Fei and Elder Jigong can suppress him. You go, Isn’t that sending you to death!”
"Even if I have to die, the old monk will protect my Buddhist monkhood!"
"Think twice, think twice...I heard that Lingyin Temple has issued a Buddhist order to search for Elder Jigong in China. As long as Elder Jigong can appear in the world, plus Zen Master Fahai of Jinshan Temple, Lin Lingsu may not be able to cause trouble."
"After all, I heard that neither Zhengyi nor Quanzhen sects were involved in this evil movement..."
The Buddhist elders in Hanshan Temple were filled with indignation and rage, and then they had to suppress their anger.
But they didn't know that the "Elder Jigong" they were talking about was in Suzhou City at this time.
On the outskirts of the city, in a dilapidated temple.
Even in today's era when Buddhism is declining, the famous monk "Ji Gong" is just like the rumors in the world. He is dressed in tattered cassocks, shoes and hats are also patched. At this time, looking at the wind and rain in the world, he says: He sighed with a half-wry smile:
"If I go out this time, I will definitely be targeted by Haotian. It can be said that I will never come back, but..."
He stepped out into the sky with broken shoes:
"When Buddhism is in trouble, how can I, a humble monk, sit back and watch? No matter what happens, I will end up with the same result as Lord Buddha Sakyamuni. I must do my best..."
Jigong disappeared over Suzhou City.
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At the same time, in the center of China, in the Imperial City of Song Dynasty.
In the huge back garden of the palace, the pavilions and terraces are small, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant everywhere, and the artistic conception of immortality is floating in the air. A slightly thin middle-aged man, with one hand behind his back and a pen in the other, is copying the pictures in the back garden. Scenery.
While describing, he asked the person behind him:
"Wen Qing, how many hidden figures in Buddhism can you force out this time?"
A slightly complicated voice came from behind the middle-aged man:
"Although Lingsu has only been practicing with me for thirty years, on the first day he worshiped Shenxiao Dao, he got the Shenxiao Dao's "Yuqing Shenxiao Lei" that no one has been able to open since it was passed down. "Fa", and has cultivated the magical power of 'Yu Qing Divine Thunder' to the highest level. Even the old Taoist who holds the Divine Sky Golden Dou is no match for the already accomplished 'Yu Qing Divine Thunder'."
It turns out that the person painting in the garden is the current Emperor Daozong.
The one who spoke was Wang Wenqing, the headmaster of Shenxiao Dao.
Emperor Daozong's pen kept writing on the paper, stroke by stroke, and outlined with golden hooks, "I heard that the 'golden bowl' in Fahai's hand at Jinshan Temple was the most precious treasure left by Sakyamuni when he ascended to heaven. Compared with you, What about Shenxiao Jindou?"
Wang Wenqing lowered his hands, lowered his head, and said slowly: "The inheritance of Shenxiao is no less than that of Sakyamuni Buddhism, but the Shenxiao Golden Dou is just my self-refined magic weapon, not as good as Fahai's Sakyamuni Golden Bowl. "
"But Lingsu may not be Fahai's opponent, it's just..."
Wang Wenqing hesitated and said slowly for a long time: "I don't understand why Your Majesty wants Lingsu to be the leader. If he, by any chance..."
Emperor Daozong paused slightly and glanced at Wang Wenqing.
Wang Wenqing immediately lowered his head and did not dare to say any more.
A great immortal in the twelfth realm is now like a eunuch and maid in the palace, which is enough to show the majesty and status of the person in front of him in his mind.
Emperor Daozong stopped writing and asked calmly:
"Wen Qing, do you still remember what I told you when I asked Shenxiaodao to take over the capital?"
Wang Wenqing bowed slightly and replied in a low voice:
"Your Majesty has great ambitions. Seeing that Zhengyi and Quanzhen sects have deviated from the outside world. Although Dao Song is called Dao Song, it is the Song of Taoism, not the Tao of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, he hopes that I can suppress Zhengyi with Shenxiao Dao. 1. Quanzhen, it is best to merge these two great sects into the dynasty system."
"It's good that you still remember." Emperor Daozong said calmly: "You have done well over the years. Now that you have accepted Lingsu as your disciple, he has done better than you. He has already initially incorporated the two great sects into my In the 'Heavenly Plan'."
Heaven is an immortal dynasty.
This is the Dao Sect Emperor who is the Lord of Ten Thousand Immortals and the highest god in the Nine Heavens, Emperor Jiuchen. Zhengyi, Quanzhen and other Dao Sects are all immortal officials at all levels in the Nine Heavens.
In this system, the five directions of Jiuxiao are the main ones. The highest of Jiuxiao is Emperor Jiuchen of Shenxiao, which is also the Emperor Daozong.
There are also five parties and five elders.
"The Western Buddha, Sakyamuni, this is the position I have already determined for Buddhism."
When the emperor spoke, his tone was light and airy, but he seemed to have hidden the gods, demons, immortals, Buddhas and gods of the universe in his heart, and awarded rewards at will.
"Although we are just confirming a system now, when all the masters of Yunei Buddha, Taoism, and ancient gods are canonized by me, then this world will no longer be a human world, but will have a real heaven. "
"I understand." Wang Wenqing gritted his teeth and knelt down: "I am just worried about Lingsu."
"worry about what?"
The emperor said calmly:
"Young people should do what young people should do. If he does these things for the imperial court, I will certainly not treat him badly. When Heaven is truly established and I am the Lord of Heaven, he will be the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Lei Sheng who enforces the laws of Heaven. The God of Universal Transformation, the leader of all the immortals, is in charge of the nine divisions of the next three provinces, the middle divisions of the thirty-six inner courtyards, the East and West Huatai, the Xuan Guan Miao Pavilion, and the six courtyards of the four prefectures. He is also in charge of the Yin and Yang cardinals and carries out punishments for heaven. I am above all the thousands of people in the immortal and mortal realms, but below me alone.”
Wang Wenqing was kneeling on the ground at this time: "I have nothing to ask for. I only ask that if we really lead out that Jigong, please have your majesty issue an order to order Master Zhu or Prince Yue to go and support Lingsu."
"You committed the crime."
The emperor paused slightly and said calmly:
"Please step back before I'm angry!"
"His Majesty……"
Wang Wenqing knew that he had committed the crime of overstatement and should not have done what the Pope should have done. His face turned pale, he opened his mouth, and had to retreat.
After Wang Wenqing leaves.
Emperor Daozong sketched it in one stroke on the paper, and he saw the pavilions, palaces, and palaces, layer upon layer. It turned out to be nine layers of clouds, layer by layer, and he spent all his time on this painting.
A pair of eyes that seemed to be brewing the ups and downs of the world, the universe, the sun and the moon, fell on them and said to themselves:
"God, what a coveted position."
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Crackling~~
In a cave surrounded by thunder, it was surrounded by scorched black mountains and rivers.
This is some kind of world specially opened up for the practice of thunder.
Click~~~
There are purple and black thunders gathering in the virtual space, like long black dragons and wild pythons, galloping and roaring, with earth-shattering power.
Just a wisp of thunder breath is enough to make the void open a black gap, and then before the violent wind emerges from the void, even the wind is crushed into nothingness by the thunder breath.
This is just a wisp of breath, but it has such terrifying power, as if everything in the universe will be completely destroyed by the power within it.
Looking again, in the center of the purple-black thunder, there is a thunder ball the size of a human fist.
Phew~
Condensing the "Jade Pure Divine Thunder" in his hand, Lin Lingsu gently spread it out in the void and watched the thunder machine brewing in it.
A worried voice came from the side:
"Junior brother, Your Majesty just wants you to be the leader. He wants to use you to bring out all the details of Buddhism over the years. You are just a pawn."
The person who spoke was wearing a purple ribbon fairy robe with lightning patterns embroidered on the cuffs. He had a square face and was Zhou Xuansu, the contemporary disciple of Shenxiao Dao. He had a worried look on his face at this time.
"I know."
After Lin Lingsu verified the Yuqing Divine Thunder to ensure that it could exert 100% of its power, she carefully put it away, and then began to condense the next one.
Zhou Xuansu asked in shock: "You know? Why don't you refuse?"
Lin Lingsu continued to condense the Yuqing Divine Thunder, and seemed to recall something in her heart because of these words...
A woman's voice said coldly in the ruined temple: "In the future, this person will be my great enemy of Buddhism, and will almost completely wipe out my Buddhism. I will not kill him, I will let him enter my Buddhism... "
Lin Lingsu slowly closed her eyes and said calmly:
"Because I can't let her down when it comes to destroying the Buddha."
"Him? Your Majesty?"
Zhou Xuansu frowned and said, "Is it because of His Majesty's kindness to you?"
silence.
Lin Lingsu exhaled for a long time and said, "Senior brother, please get out."
"Lingsu, you..."
He was still about to say something, but seeing Lin Lingsu like this, Zhou Xuansu glanced at the condensed Yuqing Divine Thunder, and finally left this world with a long sigh.
In the void.
In the end, there was only the sound of crackling breath, a small sound, but it was an explosion that was condensed and compressed to the extreme.
Lin Lingsu looked at the divine thunder condensed in front of her eyes and whispered to herself:
"One hundred and eighteen thousand nine hundred and sixty-one, one divine thunder can kill a Twelve Realm master like the headmaster, but if Fa Hai has the Buddha's golden bowl in hand, it's not enough, it's not enough …”
Suddenly, a voice appeared in Lin Lingsu's heart:
"It seems that you don't have much confidence in destroying the Buddha?"
This voice was so familiar and friendly that Lin Lingsu didn't get defensive at all. It was as if someone very close to him was asking him, and he said subconsciously:
"I have never fought against a being in the Thirteenth Realm, so how can I have confidence..."
After murmuring this sentence subconsciously, Lin Lingsu suddenly woke up:
"The voice that spoke just now was... Master."
In an instant, Lin Lingsu's whole body was struck by lightning, and she looked in disbelief at the illusory figure in black and white Taoist robes in the void in front of her. It slowly condensed there, revealing its true appearance. It was a young Taoist.
A young Taoist who occupied an indelible place in Lin Lingsu's heart back then and even for forty years later.
