Chapter 398 Zhao Duan: Eastern and Western Buddhism, fighting for Buddhism? Ridiculous
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"When-when-"
In Shenlong Temple, the deep sound of bells came from this ancient temple, and the sound rolled through the whole place, immediately shaking the spirits of all the officials in Guanshui Tower.
I saw a group of eye-catching monks from the Western Regions walking towards the square outside Shenlong Temple that had already been cleared of snow. Outside the armored forbidden troops blocking the scene in the cold wind.
The team included the "Five Directions Sangha" under the throne of the Dharma King of the Western Regions, monks in black, green, white, red and yellow robes of different colors. However, the leader of the group was still the most eye-catching master of the Red Sect.
The "holy monk" who looked like an old monkey led the crowd to come, with a solemn and solemn expression. Beside him, young Danche followed closely, holding a prayer wheel in his hand.
The group of people walked to the side of the stand under the watchful eyes of the imperial guards and the nobles who were invited to watch the debate in the square.
Danche glanced around, frowned slightly, and whispered:
"Master, there are not many people."
The Red Sect master looked intently, but he was obviously a little disappointed, not because of the large audience...
After learning about the "Forbidden Buddha", he already guessed that today's debate would not be watched by many believers. What really made him frown was - with fewer people, the chance of "wisdom" appearing would be much more difficult. .
But now that the matter has come to this, he can only calm down and whisper:
"Don't look around. What do you think are these people on the field? There are more Yu people hidden in the surrounding buildings. Today the female emperor of Yu is on the nearby water-viewing tower.
Moreover, debating scriptures is not only a way to gain fame, but also a competition with Shenlong Temple, which makes the monks in Shenlong Temple realize that the orthodoxy of Buddhism in the Western Regions is our real goal. ”
In the final analysis, today's debate on scriptures is a competition within Eastern and Western Buddhism.
Showing off to outsiders is secondary; fighting for "orthodox" status is the most important thing.
"When-when-"
The bells echoed lowly.
After the Western Regions Mission entered the square, a large group of monks came out of the gate of Shenlong Temple.
The leader was the abbot Xuan Yin, who was wearing brown monk robes and golden cassocks, with a stooped figure and an old appearance.
This powerful man, who had been hiding in the Buddhist temple and had not appeared in the world for many years, was revealed to the public again after Xu Zhenguan had suppressed Shenlong Temple and resisted the empress' three swords not long ago.
Behind Abbot Xuan Yin, three people followed.
They are:
Bian Ji in white monk robe;
The burly Nagarjuna Bodhisattva with no beard or hair on his face;
As well as the female Prajna Bodhisattva with a head full of black hair hanging down to her waist, a plump and charming figure, and almost transparent pupils.
Behind the three people, there was a dense crowd of hundreds of monks. At this moment, everyone looked serious.
Both parties came to both sides of the huge hastily built round platform in the square.
Almost at the same time, all the monks clasped their hands together and chanted: "Amitabha!"
The sound mixed together was like a loud bell, causing the building tiles around the square to faintly vibrate.
The momentum is huge!
Many nearby spectators all changed their minds, feeling enveloped in a solemn atmosphere that suddenly descended.
……
Guan Shui upstairs.
The officials of the imperial court looked at the square in the snow and clearly heard the resonant Buddha's name.
As a maid, Mochou stood beside the empress. She had just filled a glass of water in her hand, when her eyelids twitched wildly when she saw the water ripples in the cups on the coffee table.
Then, everyone clearly heard the loud voices of both parties greeting each other in the distance.
It was probably the Master of the Red Sect who, on behalf of the Dharma King, had a dialogue with Xuan Yin and explained the purpose of today's debate on the scriptures, in order to fight for "orthodoxy" and so on.
"What a loud noise..."
Princess Manzhu had a strange expression. Although she had been in the Western Regions for many years, this was the first time she had witnessed a debate on this scale.
"The formations are engraved around the high platform. Even if you don't deliberately use magic, the sound of debate can spread far away,"
Xu Zhenguan sat in the main seat with an indifferent expression and said with a smile: "Auntie, did you know that I would argue like this later? What is the theme of today?"
Princess Manzhu shook her head: "But I don't know."
After entering the city, she deliberately kept a distance from the Western Region Sangha. Sitting here today is as the "Princess of Yu Kingdom" and nothing else.
Xu Zhenguan introduced it personally:
"Have you seen that high platform? After that, both sides will send people to the platform and jointly summon the projection of the god, the Lord, to hang high in the sky. The two sides will start a debate on 'what is good deeds'. The outcome is not decided by humans, but by It is decided by the Buddha, the World Honored One...
Oh, the World Honored Buddha is a god of wisdom, and he is the best as a 'judge'... This is also the reason for the competition for 'orthodoxy'. Whichever party's understanding of Buddhism is more favored by the World Honored One will naturally inherit the Buddhist orthodoxy. ”
The reason why she is so familiar with it is because it is not the first time in history that the debate has happened.
But to truly witness it is the only time in my life.
The battles in the religious world do not require the secular imperial power to be more gentle. Looking through the history books, which sectarian struggle has not erupted in blood and fire?
……
When I was slightly distracted, the "greetings" session in the square ended.
"Master..." Danche glanced at the old monk beside him, and saw the latter's big hand gently caressing the young monk's head.
The Red Sect master stepped up to the high platform, straightened his robes, and sat down cross-legged. Looking to the opposite side, he said loudly: "Please!"
On the side of Shenlong Temple, Abbot Xuanyin sat on a chair in front of the monks. As a powerful person in the realm of heaven and human beings, according to the rules, he would not participate in this debate.
The plump and beautiful Prajna Bodhisattva glanced at the other two people, smiled with a complex expression, and sat down on the empty chair to the right of Xuan Yin.
As one of the three Buddhist Bodhisattvas, Prajna and Xuan Yin have never dealt with each other. This time, Xuan Yin has personally ordered not to participate.
Everyone's eyes fell between Bian Ji and Nagarjuna Bodhisattva.
However, in the end, Nagarjuna, who was expected to be the second most popular figure in Shenlong Temple, still snorted, turned around and sat down on Xuanyin's left hand side.
First Tianhai was defeated, and then Yansuo Lake... After Nagarjuna returned to Beijing this time, his power was severely reduced by the angry Xuan Yin.
Therefore, the person representing Shenlong Temple in the battle today ultimately fell on Bian Ji, who Xuan Yin relied on the most and was very good at eloquence.
Bian Ji walked up to the high platform step by step and sat down cross-legged as well.
As he sat down, suddenly, without warning, dark clouds gathered in the sky above the square, and the prayer wheel in the hands of young monk Danche suddenly started to rotate crazily on its own.
On the side of Shenlong Temple, the unfathomable old monk Xuan Yin didn't know when he had opened his palm and gently threw a "swastika" Buddhist inscription into the sky.
"Boom!"
With a roar that was close to thunder, circles of ripple-shaped Buddha light suddenly spread in the sky, accompanied by the sound of hundreds of monks chanting Buddhist sutras in the square.
Amidst the chanting of scriptures, an astonishing scene appeared!
I saw a big hole opened up by the clouds in the sky. In it, a majestic and huge Buddha head with a vague face, overlooking the earth, bathed in the Buddha's light, looking towards the high platform for debating sutras!
"World Honored One!"
Around the square, the onlookers, as well as the court officials and scholars in nearby buildings, were excited and dazzled.
Be in awe as you witness the birth of one of the most powerful gods in the world, Lord Buddha!
Not only them, this time, even outside the blockade of the Forbidden Army, almost half of the mortals in the capital caught a glimpse of the golden light in the sky.
Even closer, the believers who lived near Shenlong Temple knelt down and fell down one after another as they looked at the World Honored God emerging in the distance in their courtyards.
Oral recitation: Amitabha.
"Your Majesty...it's about to begin." Mochou took a deep breath and handed the tea bowl to the Empress.
Upstairs, all the officials, including Xu Zhenguan, stared intently at the seat of the debate, and imagined the ensuing exchanges of words between the two sides.
However, just as the debate was about to begin, suddenly, a discordant voice came from somewhere, breaking the solemn atmosphere.
"Haha, it looks like I came just in time!"
In an instant, people looked around in shock and saw a figure appearing on the roof of a two-story building near the square.
Zhao Duan was wearing a loose robe, his hair was tied back casually, and he was holding a flag that was hastily and crudely made from an unknown shop.
Standing in the wind, smiling sternly.
In front of people's astonished eyes, Zhao Duan threw the flagpole forward with all his strength! The man leaped into the air.
Then, like a dragonfly touching the water, he jumped out more than ten feet, stepped on the flagpole with his feet and used his strength to leap towards the towering round platform for debating scriptures!
"Bang!"
The flagpole under his feet was like a spear, making a sharp sound through the air, wrapped in strong wind, and pierced hard into the center of the high platform!
"Crash..."
The flag wrapped around the flagpole stretches in the wind, with two big characters "Challenge" dancing in the air!
Then, Zhao Duan floated down on the stage while everyone was dumbfounded, and with his hands behind his back, he swept past the red sect master and the white-robed Bianji who were sitting cross-legged in meditation, and chuckled:
"Eastern and Western Buddhism? Debate on Buddhist scriptures? A group of elm bumps. They are clearly on the wrong path, but they dare to argue about the orthodoxy of Buddhism. It is simply ridiculous!!"
quiet!
The originally solemn and tense scene of the debate seemed to have been put on pause. The monks in the square, and even the nobles and the surrounding imperial troops who were watching all looked shocked.
In the distance, on the Guanshui Tower.
All the officials in the imperial court were even more stunned, and then they buzzed and exploded.
"Master Zhao? He...how did he get on the stage?!" An unknown official exclaimed.
"This kid... is crazy..." Cold sweat broke out on Ma Yan's forehead.
"Zhao Qianshi...what's going on? Mr. Yuan?"
Xue Shence was also stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Da Qingyi beside him, only to see that the usually calm and calm doctor also had a slightly dull expression.
On the other hand, Zhao Duan's old enemy, Prime Minister Li Yanfu, was stunned and suddenly turned his head to look at the empress in front of him.
Then, the other officials came to their senses and looked at the empress.
Guesses arise in my heart:
Could it be that this was arranged by His Majesty? It must have been arranged by His Majesty, right?
"Zhao...how did he..." Mochou was stunned and almost lost the teapot in his hand.
Princess Manzhu was the calmest. She was startled and blurted out:
"Is he that Zhao Duan?"
As she said that, she looked at the figure standing on the high platform in the distance, and suddenly she looked inexplicably familiar, but she had clearly never seen this person before.
When he turned to look at his niece next to him, he saw Xu Zhenguan sitting numbly in the chair, with faint blue veins rising slightly on his forehead.
Xu Zhenguan's beautiful eyes reflected Zhao Duan's figure, and he gritted his teeth:
"You guy...what are you doing again?"
This plot is much more difficult to write than I expected... I hope I can finish it tomorrow.
(End of chapter)