Chapter 579: The Great World of Buddhahood

Two months after the armistice between Haxinqi and Kashgar, the land of Mongolia finally ushered in the annual Midyear Festival. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info this day is not only the so-called Ghost Festival in the Central Plains, but also a major day for Buddhism and Huangyi to open the world of Buddhism and promote Buddhism.

Since the last battle of Black Eagle Canyon, the king of Kashgar seems to have a knot in his heart that has not been untied, and rarely speaks. In addition, the Midyear Festival is getting closer and closer, and the various ministries in Mongolia have ceased fighting, although the two countries have a common enmity, they both choose to remain silent.

Hongwu is sandwiched between the two major tribes, and he knows the grievances between the fat man and the thirteenth generation, so he is naturally on guard against this cheap master. At least not until you see the boat of the people, you can't expose it.

The Leiyin Temple on the other side is on the top of the snow-capped mountain. Snow Mountain, the largest mountain range in Mengzhou, is located in the central part of Mongolia. From southwest to northeast, it spans 38,000 miles. At the same time, it is also one of the highest mountain ranges in the whole of Kyushu, and it is covered in freezing snow all year round. The people of Mengzhou prefer to call the Snow Mountain the holy realm of the Tianshan Mountains, or the Buddha country on the other side.

Hongwu went to the Snow Mountain, still as a Dharma walker. However, it was personally recommended by the king of Kashgar, and he was accompanied by five Dharma practitioners. They are all meritorious figures in the territory of Kashgar. Although the king of Kashgar was only three years old, as the lord of a country, he was naturally among the invitations of the Yellow Clothes Sect. In fact, every day of the Central Plains Festival, all the heads of the tribes, no matter how far apart, whether they believe in Buddhism or not, have to climb to the top of the snow-capped mountain.

It was under such circumstances that the fat man and the thirteenth generation met. This pair of brothers who have been entangled in three lives, in this life, finally met again.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, the crowd of people climbing the mountain to worship the Buddha is like a giant dragon, all the way to the end of the grassland, innumerable. The fat man took Li Pei with him, accompanied by the Dharma walker of Ha Xinqi and the highly respected ministers of the tribe. At a glance, the fat man saw the king of Kashgar sitting on the sedan chair, and walked up with his disciples.

Hong Wu didn't look at him, just listened quietly on the sidelines, expressionless.

"Zangkong, you gave me the bowl of Rulai privately, have you ever asked the group of bald donkeys in the Buddha Sect?"

"Hehe, Zangkong? The king's name is Bayamunk, and King Hashenqi seems to have recognized the wrong person. And I sent someone to the Yellow Coat Sect to borrow it, when did I say I wanted to give it to you? The three-year-old shook his butt twice in the chair and said with a grin.

"Well, you're the same as ever, you've never changed. If you want to do something, even if the sky falls apart, you will not hesitate. You are indeed worthy of the leader of the Yellow Coat Sect, and I would like to see your indifference at the moment more than your honesty. The fat man took a deep look at the king of Kashgar, then quickened his pace and disappeared into the vast sea of people with his men. The Thirteenth watched him drift away, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.

It's just that Hong Wu on the side suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to freeze instantly. A haze shrouded the heavens and the earth, making people extremely uncomfortable.

"It's a terrible thing. Although the cultivation of this thirteenth world has not recovered, every thought of his may be able to affect anyone under the golden pill. It is no wonder that in just a few months, Kashgar has grown from a remote and weak tribe to the point where it can compete with Haxinqi. If this continues, the fat man is really going to be dangerous......"

When we reached the top of the snow-capped mountain, it was already sunset on the third day. Although there are stone steps leading to the top of the mountain, everyone still climbed for nearly thirty hours, during which they can only rest overnight on the mountain road. It can be seen that the majestic snow-capped mountains deserve to be the first in Mongolia. When Hongwu saw the Leiyin Temple on the other side, the sun on the horizon just sank into the horizon. An afterglow sprinkled through the temple, reflecting a thousand golden rays.

As the fat man said, the Leiyin Temple on the other side is eighty-one zhang wide and eighty-one zhang long, and it is boxy, which is not huge. There are countless palaces like this in the Central Plains. However, this is a microcosm of the world. Beneath the ordinary exterior, there is an endless amount of space.

"Master Dusty Sky, tomorrow is the Midyear Festival. Dharma practitioners of all tribes have to climb the Eight Phases Mountain and bathe in the pool of merit. You are the highest Dharma practitioner in my Kashgar department, and when the time comes, you still need the guru to come forward and discuss the path with my Buddha. At the door of the temple, the XIII stopped, turned around and commanded.

When Hong Wu heard this, he was naturally a little bit later. The Dharma walker behind him also folded his hands, and there was no voice of opposition. The so-called discourse is to select one person from the Dharma practitioners of each tribe and explain the Buddhist scriptures on the Eight Phases Mountain before entering the merit pool. Whether it is the teachings of Buddhism or the teachings of Huangyi, you can speak freely. Of course, if someone disagrees, the two sides will start a debate, and finally all the people present will decide who is right and who is wrong.

Although Buddhism and Huangyi Sect belong to the same lineage of Buddhism, they have different doctrines since the split in ancient times. There are also different understandings of some Dharma and scriptures. However, after the two religions ended their long war 500 years ago, relations began to ease. But secretly, the two sides are still fighting. Because differences in doctrine can never be bridged.

The argument between Bodhidharma practitioners is actually a contest between the Huangyi Sect and the Buddhist Sect. Who wins and who loses represents the will of the people. Hong Wu stood in place and thought for a moment, and finally stepped into the temple gate. As soon as he entered it, a majestic and huge Buddha statue appeared in front of Hongwu's eyes. Sit cross-legged on the lotus platform, put one hand lightly on your knee, and pinch the Buddha seal with the other. The eyes are lowered and the face is kind, giving people an incomparably pure and majestic feeling. Between heaven and earth, the light of the Buddha is pervasive, covering the earth and the sky. At the end of the world, countless dragons and phoenixes are flying, and hundreds of birds are singing in unison, which is indescribably sacred. However, when Hong Wu came back to his senses, everything he had just seen was gone. As far as the eye can see, there is a huge white jade square in front of you. On the ground, there are many futons. Thousands of monks are already sitting on futons, chanting sutras. In addition, at least 100,000 ordinary people religiously prostrate behind these monks, constantly worshipping a golden mountain in the distance. The mountain was eight stories high and towered into the clouds. Facing the white jade square, there is a carved Bodhisattva. Holding a jade bottle, he stepped on a huge dragon under his feet, as if he was about to ascend to the sky. "It seems that it is the Eight Ministers' Mountain. However, it is covered by an enchantment, and it seems to be out of reach, and it may be possible to walk there in a few steps. It seems that it is within reach, but you may not be able to go up the mountain for a lifetime. This is the light of Buddhism, a very powerful place. Hong Wu looked up, and the sky was shining brightly, sprinkling infinite golden light. It's night outside, but here, it's brighter than day.