The reason why Buddhism slanders Xiao Tiezhu is very simple.
At that time, Zen Master Miaoshan wanted to make a blood sacrifice to avoid disaster, but he failed in the battle and died, which was equivalent to ending the inheritance of Buddhism.
At first, it was the Buddhist monks who wrote the book to slander. Later, the ordinary monks did not know the details and added their own opinions when commenting on the scriptures. They really believed that Xiao Tiezhu was the enemy of Buddha.
It has been two hundred years since Xiao Tiezhu's death.
After ten generations of mortal life, under the influence of Buddhist scriptures, countless believers believed that he was the devil who destroyed the world.
The Taoist sect still wanted to save some face, and only classified Xiao Tiezhu as a heretic and did not include him among the sages. The bottom line is that he hindered too many monks back then.
Don't dare to speak when you are alive, but when you are dead, you will throw dirty water at will!
"How to rectify Fellow Daoist Xiao's name?"
"Kill all the Buddhists?"
Zhou Yi immediately denied that Buddhist disciples are now mortals, and wanton killing is no different from evil spirits.
Being bloodthirsty is a taboo in spiritual practice!
"Why don't you show your magic power and become a national master, use this to rewrite the sect's classics, and respect Daoist fellow Xiao as the ancestor?"
"This method seems good, but it is too cumbersome and may not be effective if it takes decades. The influence of Buddhism and Taoism over two hundred years, recognized by hundreds of millions of believers, cannot be reversed overnight!"
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and had a vague idea in his mind.
Buddhism and Taoism took two hundred years to slander, but it can take two thousand years to clean it up, and there is no need to do it yourself.
"The time is mine!"
"In addition to practicing, I will call on three or five people who are destined to help me rectify Daoist Xiao's name."
When Zhou Yi thought about this, most of the anger in his heart dissipated.
Having been in seclusion under the sea for more than three hundred years, with no one to communicate with for a long time, and only a weak-minded spiritual ginseng doll next to him, Zhou Yi had long been depressed.
After coming out of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, I wandered along the streets, just like the Monkey King who had just entered the world, finding everything interesting.
Zhou Yi spent money to buy all kinds of eating gadgets when he saw them. No matter how much he ate, it turned into nothingness in his stomach. He only felt a little full after shopping around for four or five streets in a row.
"Keep warm thoughts..."
Zhou Yi came to the old place by familiar means, but Chunfeng Building turned into a pawn shop. After asking around, he found out that it had been moved to Yirenfang.
"After 1,200 years, there has been some change. Otherwise, even a poor Taoist would suspect that some old monster is behind the scenes!"
Yirenfang is located on the edge of the West Market. When Zhou Yi arrived at the boundary, he discovered that it was Goulan Street. From a distance, he could smell the strong smell of powder and heard the crisp screams of the girls.
"Uncle, come and play!"
The orioles sing and the swallows dance with red sleeves, and it is always spring with its brilliant colors.
Zhou Yi walked back and forth on the street twice, and immediately abandoned his old place and chose Goulan called Qunfang Courtyard.
Expensive ones are usually not bad.
"It's not that I don't miss old friendships, it's just that the requirements are a bit high!"
Celebrate half a month and indulge in the rolling world of mortals.
The coldness and loneliness carried by Zhou Yi's retreat for a long time, under the warm reception of the girls, transformed into a mortal and became more popular.
Leave Goulan and go all the way back to Qianjing’s former residence.
The courtyard is clean and tidy, with no fallen leaves or dust. Apparently someone comes to clean it from time to time.
There are two thousand-year-old trees in the courtyard, which are lush and green. It is the hot summer, and the purple grapes are exuding the fragrance.
"Still alive?"
Zhou Yi looked surprised. After careful inspection, he found that two ancient trees showed signs of demonization.
After the tree transforms into a demon, its longevity increases significantly, but it does not develop spiritual wisdom. It takes a long time to cultivate spiritual energy before it can truly become a tree demon.
Due to Zhou Yi's care, the jujube trees and grape vines lived long enough. Affected by the spiritual energy emitted by the broken ancestral veins, they began to transform into monsters.
However, the time was too short, and the spiritual energy was exhausted before spiritual wisdom could be born.
"Since I came to this world, I have been with you two. This is still the case after thousands of years. It can be said that we have a deep fate!"
Zhou Yi pinched the magic formula with his hands, put the thousand-year-old jujube tree and grape vine into the storage bag, and took a look inside the house. There was nothing left to miss, so he turned into light and left.
Bai family's ancestral grave.
Zhou Yi fell in front of Lao Bai's tomb, burning paper to pay homage and talking nonchalantly.
"Old Bai, it's good to live a long life. I've been hiding in hiding for more than a thousand years. As long as I'm alive, I'll be invincible!"
"That's not right. There are still a few old guys in the world who are using evil methods to try to survive the catastrophe. Pindaoding will dig them out one by one and let them bask in the sun and lose their souls in sweet dreams!"
"There's nothing else going on, just scattered here and there. I've communicated with a hundred and eighty oirans..."
"Let's go now. I'll show off to you later when I'm free!"
Zhou Yi turned into a escaping light and flew towards the Baiyun Peak southwest of Qianjing.
There are only some traces of bricks and tiles left in the Taoist temple on Baiyun Peak, but the underground palace three hundred feet underground is intact. I walked around the main hall, Linghuo Hall, Lecture Hall and other places, and missed the past.
Then, paper was burned in front of each tomb, a cup of spiritual wine was sprinkled on it, and a memorial ceremony was held.
Return to the top of the mountain.
Zhou Yi arranged a formation to restrict the area, shrinking the boundary of two hundred feet into fine dust, spitting out building wood and planting it in the center.
Wisps of spiritual energy radiated out, and the ginseng doll couldn't wait to jump out, breathing heavily to replenish the lost mana. Since the spiritual stones and spiritual objects have long been exhausted, the beast-control bag is empty, and it is not pleasant to stay in it.
"A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude!"
"This Baiyun Peak sounds too ordinary. It should be given a louder name..."
Zhou Yi stroked his chin lightly, thinking that he could be a little more arrogant, so as not to live up to the title of No. 1 in the world.
"Besides, changing the name can also conceal the true location, so that no one will always come to disturb the poor Taoist practice."
Being arrogant does not hinder your cautious nature!
Build Taoist temples, cultivate spiritual fields, and then do divination every day, ripen the building materials, and comprehend the Taoist canon...
One day in the mountains means ten years in the world.
The jianmu is already more than two feet high. Even if there is no jade dew of good fortune to irrigate it, the spiritual energy it emits can supply Zhou Yi's practice, and the practice speed is slightly accelerated.
This day.
Zhou Yi meditated and cultivated the secret records of the stars, drawing the light of the stars into the body, integrating it into the spiritual energy, and then refined it into mana, and finally merged into the golden elixir.
Plop!
A sound came from outside, followed by screams one after another.
"Finally someone is here?"
Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, stood up and walked out of the Taoist temple, where he saw a young man in brocade clothes flying in the air.
The ginseng doll waved a hoe and cast spells, and a red vine tied the boy up and down, left and right, making him scream in fright.
"presumptuous!"
Zhou Yi reprimanded: "You bully the weak. It seems that there is too little work arranged for you."
The ginseng doll quickly put the boy down, carried the hoe, and dragged the blood vine demon away, burrowing into the ground without showing his head.
The young man had a handsome face, but his brocade clothes had several holes in them and blood was still seeping out. He tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart and bowed to salute.
"Meet the Immortal!"
"A poor person cannot be called an immortal."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly and said, "Who are you, and how did you stray into a poor Taoist practice?"
"I am Qin Zheng, the prince of the Qing Kingdom. On my way back from my mission to Daqian, I was intercepted by an assassin and inexplicably entered the immortal's residence while escaping."
Qin Zheng bowed and bowed again: "Please forgive me for disturbing the immortal!"
"I see."
Zhou Yi admired Qin Zheng's calmness and said: "Few outsiders can come in here in Kunlun Mountain, but it is easy to get out. They only need to stay for one year."
"Kunlun Mountains!"
Qin Zheng said in horror: "Isn't this near Qianjing Baiyun Peak?"
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly and explained.
"Kunlun Mountain is located at the intersection of the three worlds of heaven, earth, and man. It is both here and there. There may be an entrance at the Baiyun Peak you mentioned."
There is only my own law in the world. No matter how Zhouyi compiles it, there are no monks to expose it!
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