novelapdf Chapter 286
Chapter 286
Chapter 286
"The real monarch is too worried. The poor Taoist is devoted to the Tao, so how can he be obsessed with the way of incense? As for chasing the wilderness for thousands of miles, it is even more nonsense. Although the wilderness is large, the land is narrow and the people are few, and the incense is not as good as the Central Plains state capital. Why do poor people give up the basics and chase after the last?"
Mo Chuan's thoughts settled down, and then he talked freely.
This euphemistic refusal made Zhenjun Tunyun's heart sink, and was about to speak again, when Mo Chuan said again:
"However, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. If fellow Taoists have a misunderstanding, I am afraid that the monsters in the wilderness are not optimistic. The alliance is not what the poor Taoist wishes, but if the monsters threaten, the poor Taoist can only stand up and resist."
"Since Zhenjun intends to abandon the dark and turn to the light, then the poor Taoist will open up and speak out. Although the poor Taoist has no intention of competing in the wilderness, but if someone makes the poor Taoist uneasy, then the poor Taoist will not make him feel better. I hope that the real gentleman will For your full support, Pindao will be grateful."
True Monarch Swallowing Cloud thought deeply when he heard the words, he cupped his hands and said: "Immortal is righteous, I should be the only one to follow!"
Mo Chuan returned the salute: "You are very polite."
With the intention of forming an alliance, one person and one monster suddenly get close.
In order to win Mo Chuan's trust, True Lord Tunyun revealed a lot about the hostile words and deeds of the two monsters Fengming and Sheyue, and hoped that Mo Chuan would be prepared.
Mo Chuan expressed his gratitude for this.
Afterwards, the two talked about it again, and after finalizing the private contact method, True Monarch Tunyun took his leave.
Mo Chuanli sent him out of the house.
It looks like an ordinary visit, and it can be said that he is well versed in the way of conspiracy.
……
After sending Zhenyun Tunyun away, Mo Chuan immediately returned to the stone pavilion, and fell into deep thought while waiting for Xuanyun's incense.
True Monarch Swallowing Cloud's sentence "Did the Immortal Chief steal the blood of the real dragon?" reminded him.
Can he take advantage of the convenience of the demon wheel to hook the blood of the evil spirits, and use the technique of taking bait to swallow the evil spirits to complement himself?
The art of taking bait can take away the good fortune of all things.
The disadvantage is that the process of seizing fortune will be very slow, and it needs to be taken in large quantities and for a long time to successfully deprive it.
Therefore, the technique of taking bait is mostly practiced in medicine and stones.
"I use the Yin Talisman Demon Wheel to consume the blood of the evil spirits. If a living bear takes the gall, it will be inexhaustible and inexhaustible. In the long run, it is really possible to attribute the great power of the evil spirits to myself."
Mo Chuan thought to himself, sat cross-legged and tried to practice.
It wasn't until Xuanyun's incense came faintly that he was interrupted from his cultivation state.
"This method is feasible, but it takes time and effort before it will come to fruition! The most feared thing about cultivating the Tao is that there will be no connections. Now that you have connections, just move forward."
Mo Chuan was determined, so he followed the incense burner away.
People do not return their heels, and the sun does not move.
The carriage traveled for another two days, and finally arrived at Diqiu, the capital city of great scenery.
Even though the distance is still far away, the majesty of the capital city of Dajing comes rushing towards us.If you look from a distance, you can see large buildings, uneven, lying on the flat plain.
The moat, as wide as a river, surrounds the city like a jade belt.
When approaching, the rice paddies on both sides of the official road pass through the fields, like a spider web spreading to the end of the field of vision, with a few farmers leaning over it, struggling and wriggling like prey on a spider web.
After entering the city, Mo Chuan's first impression was that there were too many people.
It's like traveling to the antique street on holidays. Looking around, there is a lot of people and traffic.
Wealthy families, barefoot coolies, swim together in the same street, watching the harmony of water and milk, but the difference is clear.
Mo Chuan was well-informed by taking advantage of the incense, but it was the first time he had seen a city as prosperous as Diqiu.
Looking at it, he was surprised to find that there were not only many people in Diqiu, but also many demons.
The small ones, not yet transformed, walk on walls and eaves;
The big ones take the shape of Jiazi and mix with people, making it hard to tell the real from the fake.
'At the feet of the Son of Heaven, how dare you be so rampant? '
Mo Chuan's heart moved, and under the control of his spirit, he took a closer look and finally noticed some clues.
Then I saw these evil spirits, or the evil spirit was clear, or the incense was lingering, obviously they were raised by the Buddha with the yellow crown;
There is also a class of evil spirits who are full of blood and evil spirits, but wear Taoist robes and vestments. I wonder if they are afraid of being killed?
"Tsk tsk, it's really inclusive of people and monsters living together!"
Mo Chuan felt emotional in his heart.
Not long after, the convoy arrived at the government office, and the clerk and minister of the Daolu Department came forward to greet him and arrange accommodation.
"The Daoist should have a good rest tonight. The shortest is one or two days, and the longest is three to five days. The Daolu Academy's letter should come down. At that time, the Daoist should go to answer it. By the way, the Daoist these few days , you can also write the application form in advance, saving you a lot of talking and unclear explanations.”
The scribe who sent Mo Chuan to the intermediary room made some careful remarks.
"Thank you layman for reminding me!" Mo Chuan thanked him with his hands clasped.
"The Daoist is polite!" The scribe quickly returned the salute.
Some of the envoys who served as clerks of the Daolu Department were Taoist boys who failed the assessment and returned to vulgarity to change jobs;
Some of them are recruited directly from the students who failed the list.
Don't ask for talent, just be able to read and write.
Therefore, these people are well aware of the depth of the Lusi's waters, and they also know the power of Taoists, not to mention fooling around, it's too late to please!
Not long after Mo Chuan entered the room, Xuan Yun knocked on the door, handed over a brochure and said, "Master Patriarch, this is the sample application letter requested by the disciple, please take a look?"
Mo Chuan scolded with a smile: "You're a smart kid."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take it, and just opened the booklet, unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door, but the clerk left and returned.
"Daoist, Master Tonghai of Amitabha Temple pays homage to me!"
"Amitabha Temple?"
Mo Chuan was surprised when he heard the words, and he couldn't remember knowing this temple after searching his stomach?
"Can you tell me why you're here?"
"Never mentioned."
"Pin Dao is new here, and his eyes are darkened. Dare I ask where the Amitabha Temple came from?"
"The little official has lived in the city for a long time, and he is not very clear about the Buddhist temples in the world. However, I heard that the Amitabha Temple is not a local temple in Diqiu, but works with the mage in the temple, and opened a branch in Diqiu. If I remember correctly, it should be in the next Anfeng Lane, Dongcheng."
The scribe introduced cautiously.
Mo Chuan became more and more confused when he heard the words, asked a few more questions, and after thinking about it, he stood up to greet the guests.
When the clerk summoned him, he saw a skinny old monk, holding a green bridesmaid's light red cassock, walking like a dragon and a tiger.
"Amitabha, the poor monk has heard about Mingchen Taoist for a long time, and today I can see it. Sure enough, there is spiritual light in the bone, and the fairy wind is hidden! I have been admiring for a long time!"
Venerable Master Tonghai put his palms together to proclaim the Buddha, he seemed quite polite.
"The name of the mage has been admired by the poor for a long time. It is a great honor to meet you today. Please!"
Mo Chuan hurriedly returned the salute politely and extended his hand to treat the guests.
"Oh? Fellow Taoists also know the name of the poor monk?"
Master Tonghai was surprised when he heard this.
This made Mo Chuan startled.
No, to be polite, what do you take seriously?
"Of course, the poor Taoist heard that the Amitabha Temple is a Mahayana Buddhism. It pays attention to the collection of good roots and wishes for rebirth. Master Tonghai is especially the most. It is said that there is a state of thinking about the pure land. The poor Taoist naturally admires it."
Mo Chuan flattered, thinking to himself, fortunately he asked the clerk a few more questions, otherwise he wouldn't know how to strike up a conversation.
Master Tonghai blushed when he heard the words, and looked quite proud, waved his hands again and again, and said bluntly: "...It's all about sincerity!"
After this business exchange, the guest of honor finally took his seat.
Mo Chuan exchanged some pleasantries, then got straight to the point and asked about his visit.
Master Tonghai said: "Amitabha, fellow Taoists' argument that killing is to protect life has been passed down to Diqiu, and it can be said that all the Buddhas are shocked. Amitabha Temple will hold a debate meeting on a certain day. I pray that fellow Taoists will watch the ceremony and argue about the principle of killing and protecting life. reason."
Mo Chuan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the words: "Master, you are too polite. The poor Taoist came here and was summoned by the Daolu Division. I am afraid it is inconvenient to leave."
Master Tonghai: "It's okay, the Sutra Debate Conference is for Buddhist principles, so it can be done cheaply! It happens that there will be no worries after the fellow Taoists have finished their business."
Mo Chuan frowned: "To tell you the truth, the poor Taoist devotes himself to Taoism and does not understand Buddhism. I'm afraid it's inconvenient to participate in this debate conference."
Master Tonghai: "Fellow Daoists are humble. Practicing Taoism is also a way of studying Buddhism. Since you can understand the words of killing and protecting lives, how can you not understand Buddhism?"
Mo Chuan didn't say a word, and a trace of annoyance arose in his heart: "Poverty Taoist devotes all his heart to Taoism, and has no interest in Buddhist principles. I hope the Master will stop talking."
When he said this, Mo Chuan mobilized his cultivation, and oppressed Tong Hai with all the righteous methods of Taoism, his decisive attitude was beyond words.
"Fellow……"
Master Tong Hai was stunned, and Er Er's face flushed red: "Fellow Taoist, are you afraid? You also know that the words of killing and protecting life are just sophistry?"
Mo Chuan took the tea and took a sip: "Xuanyun, see off the guests."
Daoist Xuanyun, who was standing beside him, hurriedly approached him, posing as seeing off the guests.
"you--"
Pointing at Mo Chuan, Master Tonghai was panting with anger. After a while, he snorted coldly and turned away.
Mo Chuan finally understood why Master Tonghai looked so unreasonable?
I'm afraid that Amitabha Temple deliberately sent him such an old stubborn man here!
Otherwise, if ordinary cultivators reject it two or three times, they will have already walked away with a thin face.
"There are so many people who are popular!"
Mo Chuan put down his teacup, guessing the truth in his heart, secretly contemptuous of Amitabha Temple, and debated scriptures on Taoist priests. Isn't this a clear bully?
After a long time, Xuan Yun, who had seen off the guest, finally returned to the tent, and the way he looked at Mo Chuan suddenly changed.
Excited but hesitant to speak.
"Go and rest, I will call you if something happens."
Mo Chuan picked up the application form again, read it carefully, looked up and saw Xuanyun Wangsheng was still standing beside him, and waved his hand.
"Yes, Patriarch."
Xuanyun Wangsheng responded.
However, after walking a few steps, Xuan Yun couldn't help but said: "Master Patriarch, there are rumors outside that you used your supernatural powers to flood the Huitong Temple, is this true?"
Mo Chuan let out a "hmm" sound through his nasal cavity.
Xuan Yun suddenly became excited: "They said that you are a dragon and a tiger, and you have real dragons and tigers in your sleeves, is it true?"
Mo Chuan raised his head and said with a half-smile, "You hope it's fake?"
"no no!"
Xuanyun was embarrassed, bowing again and again: "Brother, disciple farewell!"
Saying that, he quickly pulled Mu Sheng out of the interning room.
"Squeak!"
As the door closed, Xuan Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression became more and more excited.
He gestured to Wang Sheng and walked out of the courtyard. After a while, he stopped a minister and spoke politely. The topic soon turned to Immortal Mingchen.
As the minister of Daolu Department Capital City Emperor Qiu Office, he welcomes and sends off all guests from all over the world.
The news is naturally well-informed.
Daoist Ming Chen, who was so speechless from the point of view of Buddhism, naturally heard a lot of it, and seeing Xuan Yun smiling all over his face, it was talking and showing off.
Xuan Yun's eyes lit up and he giggled silly after hearing those stories.
He lives deeply in Fuluan temple, and he sees all his brothers from the same sect. How has he ever heard of the great achievements of the patriarch?
For a while, he heard that he was proud, and his waist was straight.
I don't know how long it has passed, the envoy finally finished talking about Immortal Elder Ming Chen, and seeing Xuan Yun with a smirk on his face, he asked, "By the way, I still don't know what the fairy boy is called?"
Xuanyun straightened his waist, and said with a chuckle: "To tell you the truth, the poor Taoist priest is Ling Xiao, a disciple of Fuluan Temple, and the immortal elder of Mingchen is our master Fuluan Temple."
The envoy was astonished.
……
That night, Xuanyun suffered from insomnia, and took Wangsheng to chat for half the night. The topic was nothing more than the legendary story of the patriarch, and he couldn't help yearning for the outside world in his words.
The next day, when Xuan Yun yawned and opened the courtyard door, he saw the envoy who had inquired about the news yesterday, holding a stack of invitation letters, approaching with a half smile on his face.
"Fairy boy Lingxiao, these are invitation letters from your patriarch Mingchen Xianchang, please keep them well!"
Xuan Yun hurriedly took it, and it was just like that, still scattered all over the ground.
As a result, Wang Sheng pouted his ass and picked it up for a long time.
"Where do you get so many invitations?"
Xuan Yun asked with a beaming face, thinking to himself, the patriarch is really powerful, and after only one night in Beijing, the whole city was shaken, and the documents were like snowflakes.
"The little official has seen it, it is an invitation letter from the major Buddhist temples in Diqiu!"
The minister smiled and said, but his tone didn't sound congratulatory.
"The big Zen temples? Why are they all Zen temples?"
Xuan Yun was taken aback for a moment, and asked subconsciously.
"This... this little official doesn't dare to say it." The envoy looked hesitant.
"It's okay, it's okay, layman, but it's okay." Xuan Yun urged.
"To tell you the truth, Immortal Master Mingchen rejected the invitation to debate the scriptures at Amitabha Temple, and now it is rumored that Immortal Master Mingchen... is strong on the outside and does not dare to debate the scriptures, so the invitation letter has been handed over."
The envoy pretended to be timid and afraid, and after speaking, seeing Xuanyun's shame and annoyance, he felt more at ease.
Teach you to lie to me yesterday, what are you showing off!
Xuanyun was furious when he heard the words, resigned as the minister, and went straight to the door of the patriarch's room, yelling out of righteous indignation: "Patriarch, look, this, this is really deceiving!"
"A few slanderous rumors will make you furious, how can you cultivate your mind?"
Holding a scroll of scriptures, Mo Chuan said casually, "Take it apart and have a look, but is there anything other than debating scriptures?"
Xuan Yun was still a little bit aggrieved, but obediently spread the invitation letter on the table and read it with Musang.
After a lot of work, Xuan Yun finished sorting out and reported: "Master Patriarch, these invitations are either debates or general references. It seems that all come here are not good."
"Since the visitors are not kind, let's burn them all!" Mo Chuan waved his hand.
"Ah?" Xuan Yun was stunned: "It's all burned, shouldn't it be?"
Mo Chuan asked: "Then tell me, which Zen temple should I choose?"
Xuanyun said: "Let's go to Namituo Temple."
Mo Chuan said: "Being arrogant and respectful, it will only increase the jokes!"
Xuan Yun tentatively said: "Then let's just pick a family at random, we can't be looked down upon by others, thinking that Fu Luan is afraid of us."
Mo Chuan said: "Poverty Taoists cultivate Taoism, so what has it to do with Buddha?"
Xuan Yun opened his mouth, but he didn't want to speak again, but realized that the patriarch was reminding him, so he had to shut his mouth resentfully.
Seeing this, Mo Chuan laughed and said, "Look at you, even if you take it orally, you still don't accept it. If this is the case with disciples, let alone the dispute over orthodoxy?"
Xuan Yun's heart was shaken, he felt ashamed secretly, and seemed to realize something.
Two in one
(End of this chapter)