Chapter 22: Classmate, please sit down and let me interrogate you (Part 2)
Lu Feng just stood in front of the first person, not dancing.
He is just like a majestic holy mountain.
Standing before the monk.
It gives people a feeling of "indestructible", "invincible" and "eternal invincibility".
He was holding his rosary, not only did he not look like a senior who came to torture, but rather a "Master" who came to examine his knowledge. His debate method was also very simple. He started with a big debate question, inserted a small debate question, and started from a small debate question. Within the problem, there are countless traps.
After studying scriptures for ten years, Lu Feng knows the rules very well.
No matter how you debate the Bible, all debates have one principle that cannot be shaken.
That is to say something meaningful.
“The teacher is famous.”
All words must be the original words in the Buddhist scriptures, or the scripture annotations written by great sages. If they are deviated from these two items, it is wrong and will be directly judged by the four people next to them.
No matter how fanciful you say it is.
That’s wrong too.
So when most people debate scriptures, they are clear and clear-headed at the beginning. However, at the end of the debate, as the opponent becomes more oppressive, aggressive, and verbal, their minds become slightly unclear. The place where others dig holes is when others dig holes.
As long as you say one wrong sentence, everything is wrong. Of course, the Buddhist monk sitting on the ground can also argue with the standing person. The rules are the same, as long as you ask a wrong question or a rhetorical question He had nothing to say, it was considered a victory.
Therefore, Lu Feng did not give the other party a chance to ask questions and think at all.
He spoke faster and faster, and did not even stomp his feet or hands to make a sound to shock the other party. He just kept asking questions, and his voice became louder and faster, and the other party also became more and more angry. The more panicked I felt, it felt as if I had really arrived at the time when I first entered the temple and came to debate scriptures for the first time. I met those old monks who had been studying for more than ten or twenty years, and their arguments were useless.
Be timid before you fight.
Lu Feng's mind was extremely clear. More importantly, he was still reciting the curse with one hand. That kind of great compassion radiated from his body, gradually making the other party dare not look directly at Lu Feng. Feng's eyes didn't dare to listen to Lu Feng's words, and didn't dare to think about those arguments.
It seems that speaking out to refute the other party is disrespectful to the guru himself.
Lu Feng's words were like a sacred mountain on the plateau, penetrating into the other person's heart.
The other person didn't dare to look up at Lu Feng at all. In the end, even his throat was blocked. He opened his mouth and said, "Ahhhhh", but no words came out.
This feeling not only did not weaken during the debate, but became more and more serious. There were many obstacles in his heart!
In the end, he fell to the ground weakly, his face turned red from being suppressed, his eyes almost bulged out, he covered his chest in pain and beat his chest.
Lu Feng put away the rosary beads, bowed to him again, stepped over the monk, walked to the next monk, and said: "Please enlighten me."
He is like a vajra in the hands of the Ming Zun.
Can destroy all illusions.
Go forward indomitably, carrying that "momentum" with you, and press forward unscrupulously!
The second monk also had a faint lingering charm, but that charm was exactly the same as the feeling left behind by Zhuoge Dunzhu who had not given Lu Feng initiation but allowed him to use the secret mantra three times. Walking out of a place full of incense, the fragrance of the incense still lingers on your body.
The kind of thing you can smell but not catch.
It's the flavor.
Yes, but I can’t tell exactly what it feels like.
This is the feeling these monks gave Lu Feng.
Elder Mingfa stared at Lu Feng's back with extremely sinister eyes, but he did nothing. He just glanced at Zhiyun next to him and said in a neutral tone: "This boy has such a profound relationship with Buddha."
Master Zhiyun clasped his hands together, saluted, and said, "Elder Mingfa is so complimentary."
Elder Mingfa has no interest in talking to Liyun.
He also started to recite the mantra, not knowing what he was thinking about.
As for Elder Mingzhi, from beginning to end, except for the appearance of the aura of the Protector God, his eyelids moved.
The rest of the time, he didn't even raise his eyelids. He just sat on the throne like this, seemingly uninterested in everything that happened in front of him, whether it was the aura of the "Dharma Protector" appearing in front of him or the presence of the "Dharma Protector" in front of him. Now that Lu Feng had exposed his "curse wielder" skills that were beyond those of the sutra-study monks, no one responded.
Everyone is watching his reaction. If he moves, there must be someone violating the rules here. Without him taking action, the attendant monk behind him will step forward to stop him. The person who can also stop everything is the person representing the presiding venerable. Acolyte.
As long as he strikes the chime.
Everything will stop too.
But none, because all of this falls within the legal rules. Lu Feng does not know that "spell wielders" and "divine witches" are both a type of people in the extraordinary realm of the esoteric realm. , the only difference is that "curse holders" are not as good as accomplished monks, because in the eyes of many great monks, "curse holders" lack two of the three secrets.
The three secrets of body, mind, and speech, "mantra holders" can only get one of them. They can only get the divine mantra. They will never achieve great perfection, transcend the world, and have unparalleled wisdom. That is just a powerful holder. He is just a mantra, but he has no unexplainable wisdom and it is difficult to understand the blessings of the Buddha himself.
Just like some yogis, they only practice Qi Meridian Bright Point and do not practice other methods. However, whether these people are heretics is defined by the monks. If they say yes, they are not. If they say no, they are not.
The power of definition is not in their hands, so among the monks’ families, many have yogis, spell-casters and shamans. What’s more, some shamans are themselves a big family. .
"Dharma protectors" and "mantra holders" are both allowed to exist among the debates between Buddhist monks.
Why is it allowed to exist?
This is because the sons of serfs cannot obtain the means of "Dharma Protector" and "Spell Holder".
Many Buddhist monks selected among serfs could only obtain the degree of "Good Knowledge" when they were in their fifties, just because they passed the debate examination in their twenties. However, they had to work for thirty years to earn enough "generous alms". "Money, but more serfs were born as Buddhist monks and became Buddhist monks when they grew old.
Then he was dismissed, left, and ended...
There is no happy ending that can be said. This is why Lu Feng left here because he wanted to complete the mission. Here , except for those at the top, all the others were not called human beings. Lu Feng walked past them one by one, watching them fall to the ground one by one, and seeing that none of the Buddhist monks who had ill intentions towards him were willing to surrender.
He argued one by one, until those who had ill intentions towards him fell to the ground, and then he looked at the monks who were still alive. The monk took off his robe, folded it, and offered his hands to Lu Feng in front of him.
See here.
The attendant monk who replaced the presiding venerable struck the dharma chime and made a clear sound.
The sound passed through the backyard, passed through the Debate House, and came to the square outside the Debate House.
Everyone who heard this sound puffed up their necks, and invariably, like chicks waiting for the big bird to return, they all looked to the same place.
Lu Feng took the monk's robes from those people, took off his own, and respectfully offered them in front of the attendant monk who represented the presiding venerable.
The attendant monk glanced at him, took out a piece of paper from himself, and unfolded it.
Elder Mingfa's closed eyes did not open. He knew that the matter was over.
This sutra-study monk named Zhasa is on his way to obtain a "good teacher".
(End of this chapter)