"Uncle Shi, it seems that Zhang Zhenren really doesn't want to see us..."

Seeing that it was getting late, Hui Jing took the lead in standing up. Sitting cross-legged for a long time, his legs didn't feel the slightest tiredness: "Also, that Daoist friend who flew with Edgeworth may not be willing to convey the fact that we came here." ”

Yuantong's face was full of melancholy, stood up, and looked deeply at the door of the temple: "Zhang Zhenren has great powers, you and I may have just boarded the dock of the island in the middle of the lake, and Zhang Zhenren already knows." In other words, Zhang Zhenren has ascended to the immortal realm..."

"Ascension to the Immortal Realm?"

A trace of uncertainty flashed on Hui Jing's calm face, and she shook her head: "How can it be so simple to ascend to the immortal realm? In the eyes of us ordinary people, Zhang Zhenren does have some skills, maybe... He was just entering the Dao realm. For thousands of years, there have been countless geniuses in the Daomen, and how many of them have ascended to the immortal realm?

Looking at this radical Huijing, Yuantong did not answer, but did not understand the figure, walked to the stone table and sat down.

Hui Jing believed that there were heavenly immortals, but she never believed that Zhang Daoran had cultivated supreme supernatural powers. Whoever says this, he will always refute it. In Songshan, his seniority is extremely high, and no one dares to contradict him.

"Uncle Shi, it's not that the disciple doesn't believe that Zhang Zhenren really has supreme qualifications. Let's just say that I am a Buddha, since the Buddha became a Buddha under the Bodhi tree, how many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas should there be in the Western Heavens? The Buddha is a natural saint, and he has gone through all kinds of hardships before he can cultivate a righteous body. ”

Hui Jing also sat at the stone table, regardless of whether there was dust on the stone bench on the stone table, his eyes lit up and said: "Therefore, the disciple always thought that Zhang Daoran was just playing tricks..."

Yuantong suddenly raised his head, and his dry face trembled: "Huijing, your heart is messed up..."

"The disciple's heart is not disturbed, the disciple understands. ”

Hui Jing's face seemed to be shrouded in Buddha's light: "It's been seventy-one years since my disciple cultivated... The disciple understands that this path is too difficult to follow... Zhang Daoran is rumored to have great magical powers, but so far, no one has seen him practice Taoism, no one has seen him make a move, and no one has seen him have any magical powers. Even in terms of preaching, and because of the preaching stones... The world is cultivating the truth, was it really suppressed by Zhang Daoran?"

Yuantong clasped his hands together, his eyes slightly closed, and did not respond.

Hui Jing seemed to have a lot of resentment, and continued: "Extraterritorial Xiuzhen came unexpectedly, the last time they besieged the island in the middle of the lake, maybe it was the same as when they came, there were too many people, the space was folded, and they went back again?"

Yuantong is like an old monk in his meditation, as if there is no sign of life.

Hui Jing didn't care either, and continued: "So, is Zhang Daoran selling his reputation and reputation, in fact, just like those extraterritorial cultivators, he has also disappeared?"

Yuantong suddenly opened his eyes, his face changed for a while, and finally said dejectedly: "Your guess is not unreasonable, but on that day, the Alliance of Cultivators disappeared, and Zhang Zhenren rumored that the world cultivated the truth, and many people in my Buddhism could hear it clearly." Extraterritorial cultivation has really been suppressed..."

Shaking her head, Hui Jing smiled slightly: "The Buddha said, if you smile, countless people will have countless opinions when they see it." But always, there is only one satisfying answer. Uncle Shi, and the opinions of the people of Songshanmen, not the opinions of the disciples... People all over the world think that Buddhism hides dirt and dirt, and there are indeed many colleagues who have temporarily lived in Songshan... The pursuit of the original heart, the rules and precepts, there may be constraints, but the human heart is different, and it does not represent the whole. And Zhang Daoran has always been a Daomen, even though he is broad-minded, but after all, he can only represent Daomen..."

The Taoist gate is the Taoist gate, and the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism is what is the contention?

The fight is luck, the luck is the way, the fight is faith...

The thousand-year-old controversy, which has continued from generation to generation, has formed a contradiction that is difficult to reconcile.

This is Hui Jing's view, in his view, Buddhism is always Buddhism, and Taoism is always Taoism. Just like Laoshan, many of the rules and precepts borrowed from Buddhism, but Laoshan always represents the Taoist gate...

Zhang Daoran is a Taoist after all, even if he is broad-minded, he may not be able to fight for the interests of Buddhism.

Yuantong was silent, and even forgot to recite the scriptures silently.

"Therefore, Uncle Shi, you always firmly believe that Zhang Daoran will meet us and others, and will help Buddhism through this difficulty..."

Hui Jing whispered: "But the disciple has already said that we must come for nothing..."

Yuantong nodded, and did not deny it: "Indeed, as you said, Zhang Zhenren may not meet me." However, this matter is very important, and it is not Songshan alone that can stop it... Because of this, dozens of disciples died, and in heaven and earth, maybe only Zhang Zhen could help Songshan. ”

"That..."

Hui Jing looked at the sky: "What does Uncle Ancestor think, what should we do?"

"There is a vast lake around here, and it is getting late, so the donor may not come to pick me up and wait for the ferry. Let's meditate here and talk about it early tomorrow morning..."

Yuantong smiled bitterly: "Huijing, the poor monk understands what you want to express, and cultivating a single is not as complicated as you say." Zhang Zhenren has great powers, you don't need to hide it. In ancient times, there was still Zhong Ni who asked Lao Tzu, this is the achievement of a generation of saints. My Buddhism may not have appeared out of thin air, maybe it also borrowed from Taoism, not Taoism borrowed from Buddhism... Is there any point in sectarian disputes, faith disputes, and fighting again in this era?"

Hui Jing does not say anything, he is Songshan, always advocating, promoting Buddhism, and suppressing the hardliners of Taoism. He, uncompromising, not admitting defeat...

Yuantong was helpless, looking at him silently, and understood that it was difficult to convince him: "Huijing, find some water, eat some dry food..."

"Just wait here, tomorrow is August 15th, maybe pilgrims will come... Presumably, if this place is not abandoned, someone will come to clean it..."

A smile bloomed on Yuantong's face: "The person who came to clean must be a disciple of Lake Island." ”

Hui Jing nodded...

......

"Hey..."

Tasting's face was a little dark: "That monk is really arrogant, and what he says is the Tao, but in fact, he doesn't make sense." How do you understand the supernatural powers of the ancestors?"

Zhao Yingying was silent: "I think, I understand Uncle Shi's intentions, not to fight with the world, to live in seclusion in the Sanqing Realm... I believe that Uncle Shi already knew about their arrival at this time, but he did not show up, it is obvious that this has nothing to do with Buddhism. Let's go back, I don't think we should go out either..."

"Do you want to tell the second uncle about this?"

Tastinging still didn't feel right, and the conversation between the two monks outside, Tasting, didn't get angry. In his opinion, the two monks outside couldn't understand the strength of the island in the middle of the lake, which was actually their own sorrow.

Hui Jing said that Zhang Daoran only entered the Dao realm...

Tasting shook his fists: "The poor Dao is now the realm of entering the Dao, or is it the condensation of the souls of man and earth... Ordinary people, let him think..."

Zhao Yingying felt speechless: "Let's go back, tell the second senior brother truthfully about this matter, we can't handle this matter." ”

"What else can we do? We are broad-minded and go to help him? Or don't show up and let them go on their own? Don't forget, tomorrow is August 15, and there will be a lot of pilgrims..."

Zhao Yingying summoned the flying sword, turned into a streamer, and disappeared directly. Tasting scolded secretly: "I'll beat you up sooner or later... No, beat you and your wife..."