Chapter 296: The Taoist sect and Buddhism fight, the gourd mouth fights
Bai Hong paused and showed her body. The monk in white said loudly: “I come back and greet you!” 』
It is not polite to come but not come.
The sky hangs on the Yellow River.
This monk in white pulled the entire Yellow River.
The Daode Sect was built at the beginning of the Yellow River. It is rumored that there is a Fushan Mountain behind Tianmen. The national teacher who has become an extraordinary saint cultivates his immortality and does not care about the world for half a century.
The Qilin Zhenren had six high disciples. Except for the two real people who were seated at Tianmen and the foot of the mountain, the rest were scattered in all parts of Beimang. However, when an old monk sat in the mist of the Tianmen of the Daode Sect, the four gods who preached and saved the world outside, except for the one who was the Wang Court, all returned to the Daode Sect.
The old monk Shan, who looked so kind and looked at him without saying a word, took root outside the Tianmen and sat down.
The Tianmen is a natural hole formed by towering peaks facing each other. It is surrounded by clouds and mist inside. There are 999 jade steps outside the door. Even if you climb up the steps and look close to the door, you cannot see the mystery inside clearly.
Outside the Tianmen, there are eighteen Taoist temples, nine on both sides, and pilgrims are endless. The endless incense that stretches into the mist all year round, setting off the Daode Sect’s rise to the world’s fairyland.
A main road leads to the heavenly gate.
The old monk meditated peacefully on the flat ground in front of the first step.
First, the real person wearing a sword and purple robe came out of the sky gate and flew down the mountain.
The sword spires and the dragon sings for more than three days.
Only the old monk is allowed to enter three feet around.
Then a true man holding Yu Ruyi rushed from the foot of Fushan Mountain to outside the Tianmen.
The purple-robed real man controls the sword and walks down one level at a time.
After walking for three days and three nights, I have reached the 300th level.
Three more real people with fairy spirits came.
Two of the immortals either stood or were cross-legged on the top of the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.
The remaining master’s last direct disciple walked towards the old monk with a hand gesture. Every step was extremely slow, but every step was touching the ground, the sky was shaken.
After half a day, the old monk began to read the scriptures.
Recite the Diamond Sutra word by word.
After reading the Diamond Sutra once, the old monk who knew not many words and did not know much about the Dharma began to tell the Dharma.
More and more people gathered at the foot of the mountain, densely packed, no less than ten thousand people.
After the old monk sat on the ground, it has been nearly a decade.
The flying sword has cut the cleaned white robes thousands of times.
The Taoist real man who took a small step a day also walked a few feet behind the old monk.
The old monk’s whole body was golden and full of blood.
The old monk put his hands together, having already explained all the Buddhist teachings that he understood, he whispered, “Amitabha.”
Many pilgrims guessed what the picture would be at that moment, and turned their heads away, unable to bear to stand on tiptoe and watch again.
A white rainbow passes through the sky, higher than the sky gate.
Behind is a yellow waterfall!
If I don’t enter the Heavenly Gate, I will be taller than the Heavenly Gate.
Bai Hong paused and showed her body. The monk in white said loudly, “I come back and give you a tribute!”
It is not polite to come but not come.
The sky hangs on the Yellow River.
This monk in white pulled the entire Yellow River.
The monk in white carries a large section of the Yellow River crosses the Tianmen, flooding the Daode Sect. The pilgrims inside and outside the Eighteen Views were all dumbfounded. When they saw the Yellow River hanging in the sky, they were afraid that the monk would lose his mind and tilt the Wanjun River water above everyone’s heads, and that would be unfair to die, which could be truly a disaster. The monk in white went straight up to the Fushan Mountain, and there were many discussions at the foot of the mountain. Many pilgrims were excited after returning to their senses. This vision was truly a well-deserved immortal work. How many times can I see in the world besides the believers who came to the Eighteen Views of the Daode Sect to burn incense, there are actually a large number of people who deliberately sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight. The high buildings of Taoist temples have long been divided up by the powerful and nobles in Beimang. A simple-dressed man stood among the crowd, inconspicuous. He rarely looked up and looked directly at people, and could not see how handsome he was. He was only taller. He came to the foot of the mountain half a month ago. He was not surprised by food, clothing, housing and transportation. He also ate onions with many pilgrims. He found a piece of open space on a cool night and fell asleep. At most, he covered himself with a long gown as a quilt. When he saw the monk in white jumping over the sky gate, he seemed to be in trouble for Qilin, so he no longer wanted to stay. He was about to turn around, but suddenly he smiled warmly and stopped. A short and strong black-skinned man walked by his side, with long arms that could reach his knees like ape, and his earlobes were extremely thick, similar to the ears of a statue of a Bodhisattva. When ordinary people saw it, they would only say that they had a blessing that was very blessed. The middle-aged man’s eyes were indifferent, his lips were tightened, and he stood shoulder to shoulder with the relatively young man in plain clothes. The latter, who was not outstanding, was immediately gentle and elegant, but he laughed and said, “I expected you to come, but I didn’t expect you to meet again.”
The dark man nodded.
The man in the long robe raised his hand and looked into the distance. Seeing two old monks from the Tao De Sect who stayed behind the two Zen temples, three people entered the Tianmen to block the white-clothed monks. He couldn’t help but sigh: “Monster Nagarjuna’s golden body of Buddha, the five real people, cannot break it. Such a Vajra is the body of a Vajra.”
The middle-aged man said calmly: “The saints of the three religions are different from us. They reach the peak within their respective realms. There is no such thing as the land gods, and they can’t envy them.”
The tall man in his thirty laughed softly: “I thought you were going to tear the Yellow River.”