Chapter 26 Famous while you are young

Qingyin made up his mind to win this Dharma conference.

Since escaping from retreating and forbearance is not a must-win magic weapon to survive in this alien world, then the cliché in the movie: I can't stand it, I don't need to put up with it anymore!

At this time, the monks of the temples were the target figures, and they had a competitive heart. His eyes stared at Qingyin, and his face was calm with all kinds of disguises eager to win.

No one can go out of Anguo Temple. All hope is placed on Qingyin. Even Master Kongzhi, who stood aside, showed expectations for Qingyin.

The onlookers said that the little monk was an outstanding first-class monk in Anguo Temple. He had just won a game but had to accept the test, and they were a little upset.

Seeing her stand up, her face is white and tender, which is a little more beautiful than the king of Lanling, who is known as a beautiful man. Coupled with a monk's robe and big sleeves fluttering, he was reincarnated as if he had just flashed on his head. He was really a first-class Buddhist master.

The clear voice took a step and floated to the high platform. Some young girls, the lady in the court looked straight at her eyes fixed and lost her voice. Those uncles and aunts who usually like to burn incense and kowtow for the blessing of God and Buddha even bowed their heads and muttered, "Amitabha, Amitabha!"

In the crowd, Xiaobai's mother and grandmother helped Xiaobai's father who gradually recovered, "It's this little master who came to our house that day... We have money to treat you. This is the great benefactor of our family!"

There was someone next to him who raised his ears and immediately asked, "What? Is this the little master? He said the one with three taels of silver a month?

Of course, Xiaobai's mother and grandmother are tireless and detailed to answer questions to many people who don't know the details of the day.

"The reincarnation of the little master Bodhisattva! Save people's lives..." For the people who are shaggy and poor, it is undoubtedly the living Buddha who can send help to improve their lives in the snow. The story of the little monk who set the work of a little girl and saved a poor family one after another, quietly spread.

A little into the crowd, Dr. Liu, who was thin and had some finger scratches on his cheeks, snorted coldly at the people around him, and glanced at the figure who had almost walked to the high platform from the cracks in the crowd. "What a monk, it's nothing more than cheating money. If I hadn't been there that day..."

As soon as I said this, I looked up and saw a thin and short woman not far from the oblique thorns. She was leaning on tiptoe to stare at the scene. She subconsciously covered her mouth and took a step back and muttered, "It's just waiting for the scriptures to be over..." A person around her who knew the inside story looked at the woman with white filial piety not far away. Looking at Dr. Liu, who covered his mouth and dodged his eyes, he laughed in his heart, but he pretended to be curious and asked, "I heard that Dr. Liu went to save steward Liu that day?"

Dr. Liu flashed to the side and just wanted to straighten his chest. Seeing that the woman seemed to squeeze on his side, he couldn't help softening his feet and almost fell down. Fortunately, the people around him held it quickly, "Oh, Dr. Liu, be careful!"

Dr. Liu stood firm and saw that the woman did not seem to pay attention to herself standing behind him. He couldn't help but settle down and did not dare to speak loudly. He said in a hoarse voice, "Liu Side is terminally ill, and the Daluo immortals can't be saved. I helped him survive for a few days with the doctor's mercy. Unexpectedly, the woman didn't come to thank me... On the contrary, I blamed the quack doctor for misjudgment, which made her almost not prepare longevity materials for the official... She hit my door and cried for a few days. It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable!"

Speaking of this, I felt more and more pain on my cheeks. I didn't expect that the little woman was not tall, but she was fierce when crying. Dr. Liu couldn't help shrinking his neck again.

The man who held him had a sneer at the corners of his mouth, but his face was extremely sympathetic. "It's great, but that day was the little master who said that Liu Guanshi's life would be ready soon?" With that, he couldn't help looking up at the little monk who had stepped on the high platform. He was so young, but he could assert life and death? ...Real, is it so amazing?

In the center surrounded by Shang Jia, Gongsun Yi was in front of him, and Xiao Bai was on the side, watching the clear sound of sitting down among several monks on the high platform. That day, the shopkeeper of Yuehua Building, who was angry in Ruyi Restaurant, squeezed to Gongsun Yi's side and opened his mouth and pointed to the stage and said, "This is not, this is not that day... that little, little... monk?" Under the staring of the people around him, he bent his tongue and turned the little monk into a monk.

The shopkeepers who failed to arrange vegetarian meals that day later found investment opportunities in other projects. Today, they witnessed the miracle with their own eyes in Shanmen. Now they regard Qingyin as the god of wealth, and they just want to pay tribute to her. Therefore, when I saw Qingyin on the stage to accept the challenge, they were honored one by one, straightened their chests and shouted, "Defeat them!" Beat them! Defeat them..."

It made those monks of Ningguo Temple sitting under the stage look at this group of rich businessmen in the city who are full of fat chests and intestines. Why are these guys who used to be so excited today that they were afraid of giving when they were afraid of giving at the Dharma conference?

Qingyin didn't know that these whispers under the stage, mixed with endless coincidences and artificial renderings, had upgraded her to a peerless monk. She looked up with the helplessness of thinking that she was sad to be reborn and confused with Buddhism and wanted to be self-reliant and self-reliant. Her dark and quiet eyes swept under the stage: "Next, who will come forward to challenge?"

Several monks behind him who acted as arbitration coughed softly, "according to the previous rules, we will point out the scriptures and classics at will, and the monks on the stage and the challengers off the stage will tell their own meanings, and the winner..."

The voice is stunned again. Are there so many rules of the Dharma Conference? Why did she hear one different from the other? What a hassle! Thinking about this, I immediately felt irritable, frowned slightly, and whispered to the back, "What on earth?"

The old monk was also horrified. In the past, it was a challenge. The winner stays on the stage until the last person wins. But just now, the king's intention was to continue to compare Qingyin... Several monks looked at each other in consters and obviously realized that this was a difficult problem. Several people bowed their heads to discuss it.

The voice knocked on the board under the buttocks, and his eyes looked around casually. The Dharma platform of the Dharma Competition was built in the apse of Anguo Temple, more than one meter above. From above, it is everywhere.

Seeing the dozens of nobles in brocade robes facing the main position in Taichung sit relaxed and casually as if they were watching a play, especially His Royal Highness sitting in the middle with one hand, his eyes closed, and slept well.

The current highest leader of Daqi is extremely luxurious. His knees are covered with tiger skin, and there is a brocade on the snow-white carpet on one side of his feet to step on. Behind him, there are two maids of honor holding a heater, two maids holding a feather fan, and then a row of waiters standing with their hands. The queen concubines side by side are also equipped with noble and elegant dress, which shows the extreme luxury of the royal family.

Hundreds of people on both sides are dressed in different clothes, but they are all envoys in brocade clothes and merchants in the city are whispering, while the civilians in the city with nearly 10,000 cloth and blue shirts stand without seats and stand on their legs and look at themselves dazzled.

I couldn't help sighing in my heart that this ancient feudal society was indeed hierarchical. Zhumen's wine and meat were smelly, and the road was frozen to death.

Looking at these inadvertently divided areas, it is distinct, but it seems to be an extremely difficult gap that is insurmountable.

Looking at those ordinary people who look at themselves with fanatical eyes, Qingyin really wants to cheer up and get up! People who don't want to be slaves! One day, you, the vast majority of the population, will overthrow these feudal rulings and build your own equal and free country!

And now, Qingyin's eyes are dim, and my sister's situation is the same as yours. She has to accept the cruel reality, crawling and rolling in this evil old society, and working hard to be a rich and beautiful!

She thought leaped here, and in an instant, the heroic story that made people's blood boil in the endless river of history rolled through her mind. It was just a moment under the stage and the onlookers.

After the discussion, the old monk behind him spoke, but this time he said loudly to the stage, "In today's match, it will be agreed by several people, and each temple can recommend one to challenge the little monk on the stage. Those who complete the interpretation of the scriptures will win. It will be decided jointly by us."

This is not only against the king's will, so that Qingyin can continue to participate in the competition, but also follows the previous rules of the Dharma Conference, which can be said to be well-intentioned. Each temple originally prepared the contestants, but now they do not give in, so the designated first monk will come out to participate in the competition. Huguo Temple is naturally a famous monk Taojing Zen master who won the last time. Ningguo Temple and Jianguo Temple were tested by the first monk in the Dharma Hall of the temple. Anguo Temple was already sitting on the high platform by Qingyin, and the Kongsi Zen master could no longer come out. The other famous temples and Yunyou single monks counted in Yecheng pushed two representatives, and a total of five monks came out to compete.

The senior monk on the stage pulled out a copy of the tall pile of scriptures and classics at will, and displayed the title of the book under the stage and around it. It is a Taoist Prajna Sutra.

The five monks under the stage saw this book, and their faces were half green. This scripture came from the Eastern Han Dynasty and became a great success in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Because it promoted the Mahayana thought of "self-emptiness", it aroused the interest of metaphysicists at that time. The Wei and Jin Dynasties are romantic, and most of the scholars are unruly. This "Tao Xing Prajna Sutra" can be said to be a handwritten book by everyone, and the pillow book is inseparable for a moment. In such a widely circulated scripture, it is almost impossible to find another way to express different opinions.

Several famous monks looked at each other and could see the embamity on each other's faces. Drawing this book is equivalent to putting them on the cutting board in the audience of tens of thousands of people and allowing people to cut the fire. Well said, that's right. It's not good, but it's a big event that has lost their reputation and humiliated the reputation of the temple.

At this time, several people were not in the mood to think about how to beat the clear sound that occupied the high platform. They first thought about how to express their unique opinions.

Looking at the clear voice on the stage who did not know that the predicament had come, several people couldn't help but feel relieved. Fortunately, fortunately, the rules of the Buddhist Conference are the challenged monks on the stage to answer first. Even if they want to make a fool of themselves, this little monk is the first. They still have a half time to think about it. Lucky, lucky!

On the other side of Qingyin, an old monk behind him spread out the scriptures and handed it to Qingyin's hand, signaling her to start explaining.

The highlight came, and the people who were dozed off and chatting under the stage straightened their bodies and pricked up their ears and stared at the stage.

The clear tone pushes the scriptures. Anyway, she can't understand those obscure scriptures, and she stammers according to the scriptures, let alone speak big truths in front of those monks who practice the scriptures all day long. Looking ahead, he sat cross-legged on his knees and put his hands together. "If I hear it, the Buddha's Bodhi tree will understand the way, worship the world, and persuade people to do good deeds. All of them have their own heart and nature. It is said that if you see good, you will do it, and if you see nature, you will become a Buddha. Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the Taoist Prajna Sutra has been widely spread in the world, but there are those who are not disobedient, forgetfulness, abuse ordinary things, and be for all evil people. It makes my scriptures fall back and the law is abnormal. That is, with the monks in the seat, without compassion, competing with the temples, competing with the monks, talking about the scriptures and participating in meditation here, isn't it to laugh at the world and my Buddhism?

If you can't argue the scriptures, simply turn the scriptures into a paradox to see how those monks argue. This is the law of debate from modern times. Qingyin regarded himself as the opposite side, first refuted the other party's proposition, and pulled out its foundation, making the other party unable to defend.

Sure enough, as soon as the voiceless words came out, the four directions were shocked.

The five eminent monks under the stage were as dull as wooden chickens and unable to defend. The more than 10,000 listeners around them only felt that the yellow bell and the evening drums were ringing in the morning, and the eyes of heaven and earth lit up.

Wei Xiaokuan, the prince of the Turks and other famous battlefields, remembered that they fought and killed countless people in their blood. In order to open up the territory, I don't know how many generations this foundation can be passed on? I don't know why?

In the field, the rich Jia businessman remembered that he tried his best to earn countless money every day, just for the rich side, I don't know how many filial sons and grandchildren can be passed on? I don't know why?

Many people on the side think about their sunrise and make a sunset. Jiji Camp only eats three meals a day, but they are still poor. I don't know what day it will be tomorrow and why they come?

After thinking about it, I feel that it makes a lot of sense as Qingyin said, but where the truth is, and everyone feels that it is profound and difficult to defy, as if there is no trace.

At this time, Cheng Wang Youyou woke up from a dream and saw that everyone's eyes were hot and crazy. Several old monks on the high platform woke up like a dream and were as dull as wood. The little monk in the center of the platform sat cross-legged like a fairy. He thought that he had not woken up in his dream and couldn't help muttering, "Sor monk! Reincarnation of a monk? ......”

When the king of Lanling heard the king's words, he immediately seized the opportunity and said loudly, "Your Majesty is wise! Long live the king and the wise! This is the reincarnation of a high monk, bless my dynasty!"

The king of Lanling shouted, and those Yulin guards who guarded the king were used to shouting "long live the king", and immediately shouted, and even the sentence "the reincarnation of the monk protects my dynasty" followed the king of Lanling.

When they shouted, the monks of Anguo Temple immediately shouted. Countless powerful people, rich businessmen, and the people also shouted. Tens of thousands of people knelt down, and tens of thousands of mouths opened together. For a moment, "Hungray, king! The reincarnation of the monk, bless my court!" The voice resounded through the sky.

Before the five famous monks opened their mouths, they were compared by the voice. Seeing that the group was turbulent, all the thoughts that wanted to compare turned into nothingness, and sat down with a sigh.

Sitting on the high platform with a clear voice, he looked at the scene of tens of thousands of people kneeling down below, and swallowed his saliva, my God! I didn't expect to travel through time, and there was such a treatment! This scene is too sensational!