'Reciting the Buddha's name is the only easy way, and if you want the Buddha's light to spread to all sentient beings, only the Pure Land is feasible!'

"The Pure Land Sect knows that the rosary beads are broken, and the wooden fish is penetrated, so there is a penetration of my Zen spiritual beads, and Gu Wu Zen machine is wonderful!"

'Hinayana Buddhism only crosses the body, how can I use Mahayana Buddhism to pull out the soul in the secluded realm and save the good people from the sword soldiers?'

‘...‘

The sound of argument kept flowing from the temple door, echoing and flipping in the air. For a long time. With the surroundings... It's really very discordant.

Here, it is Donglin Temple, one of the three most noble temples in the entire Great Xia land, and the top figures of the eight major sects of Buddhism are meeting here.

Pure Land, Huayan, Tiantai, Dharma, Three Treatises, Vinaya, Zen, Tantra. If it weren't for the 'accident' on the third day, this meeting was destined to remain in the annals of history with a positive image, and with the description of 'majestic and grandiose, all the sages, deafening and deaf' and so on.

The purpose of the meeting is to survive.

Even if you are unwilling and unwilling to admit it, in the past 50 years, the entire Buddhism has been going downhill, not only has it been gradually abandoned by the old rivals of Taoism that have been entangled for thousands of years, but even the Manichaean Illuminatia and Nestorian Sects from foreign lands have also attacked cities and seized land in many places, trapping a large number of believers.

In this way, the fear of 'survival' finally made these elders who usually live on one side and have their eyes above the top to put down their bodies and old grievances, and come together to discuss a 'plan', a 'plan' that can revive the influence of Buddhism and attract believers back to Buddhism.

Good intentions, but, as has happened countless times in history, even when the edifice is about to fall, there will always be those who are blind to the devil, and while discussing how to get more benefits back from the 'enemy', they will never give up any benefits to their 'friends'.

The main purpose of the meeting only barely lasted one morning, and after the monks had fasted, the representatives of the Vinaya could not wait to attack, in front of the monks of the world, accused the Tiantai sect of 'seducing the people and usurping the temple property' in the traditional territory of the Vinaya, and the representatives of the Tiantai sect naturally did not be polite, and ridiculed each other, and soon, this controversy involved most of the delegates, and before the principal wanted to bring the atmosphere back on track, the whole meeting had evolved into a loud scolding and mutual refutation of the monks of the various sects, and it was a mess.

And now, it's the third day of the conference.

If the current situation is known to outsiders, the already shaky reputation of Buddhism will not be able to be saved.

(Buddhism, has fallen...)

Sighing softly in his heart, Shi Futu did not open his eyes and did not speak.

Shi Futu is Chinese New Year's Eve two years old today, born in Zen Buddhism, is a rather quiet monk, although his age is one of the youngest three in the entire hall, but he has a peace and clarity that even many old monks who have been practicing for decades do not have.

Since he can remember, he is like this, not angry, no desire and no contention, all Buddhist disciples, all the disciples of Buddhism, all of them are amazed, said to have a wisdom root, and after he joined the Buddhism, the speed of cultivation, the courage of diligence, is a complete proof of this.

In the square outside the main hall, hundreds of ordinary monks sat quietly according to the sect gate, and the scorching sun was shining brightly, but they were all unconscious, just muttering and chanting.

Outside, sitting under the square, is a group of young novices who have not really been ordained, the big ones are in their teens, and the younger ones are seven or eight years old, but they are much more lively, although they also do Zhang Do Qiao's slices and sit upright, but there are few who seriously chant the scriptures, squeezing each other's eyes, hooking hands for play, and many of them sit close, muttering and chanting as a cover, whispering there non-stop, but not daring to make a loud noise.

"Baidao, I'm so tired, the sun is so poisonous, can't you let us sit in another place?"

The little novice who whispered and complained was only about ten years old, very sturdy, and the worst of the sitting statues, although he was still barely meditating, one hand was already on the ground, and the other hand was holding a grass stem, paddling and paddling, teasing an ant.

'Ten Directions.'

The tone was slightly reproachful, but the little novice 'Baidao' who was sitting next to Shifang still moved, and squeezed Shifang quietly into the shade of the tree. His sitting posture was solemn.

Compared with Shifang, Baidao's appearance is much more delicate, only ** years old, his legs are crossed, his hands are ringed, his back is straight, he is the best sitting posture among many small novices, and he sits on the side of Shifang, which looks really good and eye-catching.

'Ugh...'

Rolling his eyes and sighing, Shifang seemed to feel very bored, threw away the grass stalk in his hand, and sat up to meditate. But he was really not a pure person, he only sat for a short while, and then opened his eyes again and whispered: "Baidao, Baidao?"

'Huh?'

"Uncle Shi, it's the third day, why hasn't Uncle Shi come to see us yet?"

'Hey, what did you say?' Who's coming?'

In the whispering of the two, a third voice suddenly interjected, and both of them were startled, Bai Dao was very determined, and he could still hold the sitting posture, but Shi Fang turned around and said angrily: "Gongda, can you cough first next time you speak, it's scary."

The child named 'Gongda' is also about ** years old, but his hair has not fallen out, and he looks very strange in a group of bright bald heads. The logo on the Buddha's robe is different from the two people who belong to the Pure Land Sect, and it is actually from the Huayan Sect.

It turned out that this "Gongda" surname is Xun, born is a wealthy family, frail since childhood, parents then listened to the monk's words, fostered it into the temple, but for the only son, can not bear to let him go out of the house, only teach him to hang a name, is a lay disciple, all the precepts are followed, only do not fall hair, do not take the name of the law. This time he was able to attend the meeting because his parents heard that this meeting was really good, and there were many eminent monks and great virtues, hoping to open his eyes, and it was best to be blessed, so he bribed the person in charge of the Huayan Sect and made the trip.

Children are not stubborn by nature, the three of them have met on the first day of their arrival in Donglin, although they are strangers, but they are very compatible, and they are all pure hearts, and they do not care about the difference between sects, they actually made friends, originally Huayan Sect is the backbone of Mahayana, the head of the Pure Land Sect Hinayana Sect, the relationship is very unharmonious, but this meeting is extremely important, the monks are concerned about the main hall, but they are too lazy to control them.

The so-called 'everything is difficult at the beginning', the three of them spoke loudly, and the little novices around them immediately became much bolder, squeaking and surrounding them.

'Shifang, which of your uncles is coming? Is that the one you talk about every day?'

Shifang was full of energy, and said with a smile: "Of course."

After scanning the many little monks, Fu smiled proudly: "He promised us before he came, and he will definitely see us."

When he spoke, he looked a little arrogant, and immediately some people were dissatisfied, and said coldly: "Since the first day, I have listened to your uncle and uncle, but now it is the third day, why don't you even see a shadow?"

"Shifang, won't your uncle be happy with you?"

Shi Fang could hear what he said, his expression was anxious, his face turned red, and he said, "If the monks don't speak, Uncle Daohong will definitely not lie to us!" There must be something else that is too late.'

After a pause, he smiled again: "You guys, are you also anxious to see my uncle Buddha's face, just say this?" Suddenly there was another cacophony. Floundered.

In the chaos, Bai Dao, who had always closed his eyes and meditated, and did not say a word, suddenly trembled, and said softly: "Uncle Shi... Here we go."

Frightened, all the little monks stopped together, and looked at the mountain gate together, and followed, Shifang was already happy: "Uncle, you can come!"

"Ahem, ahem!"

On the Pure Land Sect seat, a white-bearded old monk with a red face, coughed and sat down heavily, and the tables and chairs were shaken into a chaotic sound, opposite him, the last time the Faxiang Sect sat down, a thin middle-aged monk with a smug face still refused to give up, still smiling and saying: "Master Shaokang thinks that he is old, and his chest is a little uncomfortable, so he might as well take a few sips of tea and rest, let's argue about this 'Cause of Enlightenment'?"

(Iniquity, Evil Animal!)

The old monk "Shaokang" identity is extremely noble, is the head of the "Pure Land Three Masters", can be said to be the first person among hundreds of thousands of Pure Land believers today, even in and out of the official mansion and noble doors are also treated as guests, when have you been so sulky, but you can't really argue that the middle-aged monk "Wuming", so you have to laugh hard, cough so much that you can't speak, go to eat tea with your head down, but you have hated countless people in your heart.

(Dao Hong, why hasn't he come yet, otherwise, how can he teach the people of the Fa Xiangzong to be so presumptuous!)

On the Vinaya banquet, a fat monk with a full beard watched coldly for a while, and then Fang raised his hand to cover his mouth like eating tea and whispered: "Shaokang is old."

"The Pure Land Sect is no longer good."

"Xuantong, you say, instead of entangling with the Tiantai Sect, wouldn't it be more interesting to directly compete for the believers of the six major temples of the Pure Land Sect?"

"Well, not good."

The thin old monk sitting at the head of the Vinaya seat slowly shook his head, picked up a nut, threw it into his mouth, and did not chew it, only used his tongue against it, slowly grinding it on his teeth, and after a while, Fang said: "The foundation of the Pure Land Sect is the thickest, and it cannot be shaken easily, if you make enemies in a hurry, it is not beautiful."

"Zhishen, don't look at Shaokang for a while and despise them, not to mention that there are still two people in the 'Three Masters of the Pure Land' Huiyuan and Ci Xi who have not come out of the battle, even the one who has not arrived so far, and they can't be underestimated."

The fat monk looked disdainful and said, "You mean, Daohong?"

"In the past few years, the Sprinkle family has heard his name so much that their ears are about to get out of the cocoon, but they haven't seen anything big, I'm afraid it will be blown out?"

"If it's really powerful, this meeting is so urgent, why doesn't he dare to come?"

The old monk "Xuantong" smiled faintly, "grunted", swallowed the nut, and said, "Or you are right."

"But, don't forget, the last person Master Xuanzang of the Faxiang Sect was willing to see before he passed away, but he was him."

"To be called the first wise monk of the Pure Land Sect for more than a thousand years, Dao Hong, he should still have some way..."

Zhishen agreed, and then stopped, but his face was still not convinced.

In the midst of the chaos, Shi Futu, who was meditating on himself, suddenly shook his body and opened his eyes.

(What is this feeling?)

When Shi Futu's gaze swept towards the temple door, a white shadow also happened to enter the hall in a floating posture.

"The elders of the eight sects are above, and Dao Hong is polite."

The door of the independent hall is a young monk who is not more than thirty years old, about seven feet five or six inches tall, wearing a moon-white monk's robe, picturesque eyebrows, refreshing spirit, revealing a noble air of 'not touching the dust', a string of ebony wooden prayer beads hanging on his chest, black and dull, looking very inconspicuous, but attracting the most eyes. Among them, there are many eyes full of jealousy and jealousy.

Three months ago, has lived more than a hundred years of a generation of monks Xuanzang sat down and passed away, this string of prayer beads is his youth to seek the law, with him through a hundred years of time, is the first holy object in the minds of the disciples of the Faxiang Sect, the head of each branch of the sect all dreamed of, but Xuanzang finally gave it to respond to its call, thousands of miles to meet the disciples of the Pure Land Sect Dao Hong, the news came out, the Buddha was shocked, all want to see what is outstanding about this Dao Hong, this Buddhist conference he has not yet appeared, it has become the name of the most private discussion of the Buddhists of each sect, the reputation of the long, The monks of the Faxiang Sect are even more gnashing their teeth in their chests, grinding in every way, vowing to fold their faces to vent the hatred of 'seizing pearls'.

"Only this move, you can know that the Dharma Prime Minister has no plan: if you win, the loss of the Xuan Master, if you lose, show the bluntness of the sect, and be greedy for it without a plan, so I know that the Buddha beads are also inherited.'

The cold and transparent comment came from the mouth of an outsider, whose surname was Wang Siqian, who was living in Donglin at the time, hoping to escape the world for a few months in this pure Buddha land and study the differences in the Maha.

And, when he heard this unkind comment from Buddhism, Shi Futu replied to him like this: 'The Dharma may be lost, the pure land may be gained, foolishness is the post-precept, wisdom and enlightenment are fateful, and the Buddha is vast, and the business ears of the people are crossed.'

The two of them laughed and dispersed, and the comments ended with six ears.

Dao Hong appeared, the audience was in an uproar, and at the same time, Shao Kang and the others were happy, but they were also secretly displeased, how to say it, Dao Hong is the junior disciple of the three after all, and the prestige is overwhelming, and it is not happy to see it. On the other side, on the Faxiang Sect seat, the eyes of the middle-aged monk 'Wuming' were about to erupt with fire.

Wu Ming people, is the law of the sect of the "enlightenment" word of the group of monks of the most outstanding one, to Xu Bi Cheng Xuanzang mantle, but also the "pearl" in the matter of the most disappointed one, has been, he and the monks attached to him are vigorously advocating, pointing out that the sandalwood Buddha beads are the holy relics of the Dharma Sect, should never be in the hands of foreign sects, and if Dao Hong resolutely does not return, at least should also change the Dharma Phase, then he can be allowed to inherit the mantle of Xuanzang.

It seems to be a proposal for the sake of the Faxiang Sect, but when one of his confidant disciples inadvertently revealed that even if Daohong returned to the sect, he could not directly inherit Xuanzang's teachings, and should be voted under the disciples of the monks of the 'Wu' generation according to his generation, that kind of intention... It's hard not to think of something else.

Ignoring Wuming at all, Dao Hongli put his right palm on his chest, looked at his nose, looked at his nose, looked at his heart, and watched his heart, and floated into the hall, his white clothes were gone, and he walked all the way, if he didn't touch the dust, if he was a real person in the west, he would enter the palace and come to this palace.

(Buddha nature is like this, the Buddha's heart is self-controlled, although it is not called the name of the real thought, but every step out, are solemn and extraordinary, such as admiration and worship, like the Buddha's light is universal, his cultivation can be more profound than the legend... ）

No matter how much they argue, when it comes to the cultivation of Buddhism, none of the monks gathered in this hall are mediocre, especially a few senior monks, Daohong has not yet reached the center of the temple, and they have seen through the method that Daohong has transported.

(This feeling is the 'Pure Land Five Thoughts Gate', no wonder it is so solemn, but, the Five Thoughts Gate, can it be cultivated like this?) Is... ）

The so-called 'Pure Land Five Thoughts Gate' is one of the Pure Land sect's practice methods, that is, the so-called 'Worship Gate, Praise Gate, Wish Gate, Observation Gate, and Echo Gate'. The Pure Land Sect is Hinayana Buddhism, paying attention to the 'name of the Buddha', so the disciples are all day by day 'Amitabha Buddha' does not leave the mouth, and those who cultivate more deeply can recite silently, without external appearance, but when cultivating the Five Nian Sect, there is still a need for a special ceremony Sasuke, and like Daohong, do not burn incense and twist beads, do not occupy the Buddha's mouth, step by step, all like stepping on the door, and more naturally exude the meaning of admiration and worship of the doors, but it is the practice of seeing before, even Shaokang, Huiyuan, and compassion The 'Three Masters of the Pure Land' can't help but be slightly shaken in their hearts.

Stepping to the heart of the hall, Dao Hong paused slightly, and stood still, but it was like a sigh outside the sky, which drilled through the nine heavens net, ten subway Yue, and threw it into the hearts of every monk.

(It's, 'will to win', what he wants to do...) ）

Win with heart, win with life, win with your will, win with merit, win with power. In the history of the Pure Land Sect, except for a few great virtues who are regarded as 'the reincarnation of the ancient Buddha and the wisdom of the fetus', almost no one can fulfill their wishes and create the Pure Land.

Dao Hong has not said a word since entering the hall, only silently moving forward, but has been like a monk to say the law, so that the whole hall is like a silence, all the monks are hidden Buddha Gong secret ginseng.

Wu Ming was not affected at all, his eyes were spewing fire, staring at the string of ebony Buddha beads that were still swaying slightly on Dao Hong's chest.

(Alas...) ）

Sighing silently in his heart, Shi Futu moved slightly.

(Goku is indeed no match for him.) ）

(It's going to be ugly...) ）

After being silent for a moment, Daohong suddenly smiled, took the rosary off his neck, and held it in his right hand.

'You want it?' ‘

The outstretched hand, in the direction of Wuming, seemed to be a sarcastic question, but it was bowed down.

'You...? ‘

The matter of thirst was suddenly revealed in front of the public, and he realized that he was wrong for a while, but he couldn't help himself and stood up.

His eyes turned sneeringly, and then closed slightly, as if he disdained everything that could be seen with the naked eye.

'It's just a string of wooden beads, so why worry?' ‘

If you want, take it. ‘

'You! ‘

Furious, although Wu Ming has decades of Buddhist cultivation, it is difficult to suppress the shock in his heart at this moment, and he finally has accumulated efforts for many years of Qing cultivation, and he did not open his mouth to ask such a thing as 'are you serious'.

By the time he stood up, he had regained his composure.

'The Xuanshi Dharma object, the Dharma condensed, the great monk disdained it, and the poor monk took it back. ‘

As he spoke, Wuming had already walked around the case and walked towards Daohong.

The complexion is already calm, the hands are also closed in front of the chest, Wuming steps lotus, and also walks very Buddha, but there is no Daohong Shicai that Buddha and I are alone, the natural feeling of Buddha nature, only a few steps, the two have been sentenced.

The bystander is clear, and he himself understands, and he hates it in his heart, and he has suppressed it after many years of pure cultivation, and he mutters in his heart, just thinking: 'Take back the Buddha beads first, and after I have inherited the mantle of the Faxiang, I will discuss with the third master and teach you this bold thing...'

More than ten steps away, in the blink of an eye, Wuming walked in front of Dao Hong, hesitated slightly, raised his hand and said, "Please." ‘

Daohong smiled slightly and placed the Buddha beads in Wuming's hand.

The long-cherished wish has come true, and it is the time of happiness in life, but before Wuming has had time to enjoy this moment, his complexion has changed greatly!

'Phew! ‘

Like a roar of thunder, suddenly coming out of Daohong's mouth, Wuming bore the brunt of it, and hurriedly used his body to protect his body, but he was so excited that he couldn't stand, and he took three steps back, still feeling dizzy and unable to hold himself.

'You! ‘

As the most powerful monk of the Faxiang Sect, Wuming cultivation will not be weak, the eighth level of the primary Buddha Gong can be ranked among the top three in the entire Faxiang Sect, but he was drunk back by Dao Hong, and his face naturally couldn't hang up, and he wanted to attack at the moment, but he suddenly felt a light hand, and when he looked at it, the precious Buddha beads had been destroyed into powder and flew down!

'You! ‘

The feeling of pain in the heart and lungs made Wuming unable to control himself for a while, and he was almost about to take action at that moment to teach this junior who was 'bold and reckless and destroyed Buddha things'!

But he didn't make a move.

In a flash, Dao Hong suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed it on Wuming's chest, and lowered his head and said, "Does it hurt here?" ‘

Wuming was stunned for a moment, and was not sure how to answer, Dao Hong suddenly retracted his hand again, pointed to the ground, and the Buddha bead turned to ashes, and said, "It won't hurt." ‘

Then he pressed back on his chest and said, 'The Buddha nature is here, not there. ‘

Fang Heshi said: "Daohong offended Uncle Wuming. As he spoke, he quietly retreated, standing three steps away from Enlightenment.

Wuming was stunned for a long time, suddenly sighed, his face was like dirt, and he retreated to the Dharma Sect seat, silently bowed his head to Zen, and never spoke again.

The whole hall is silent.

Only when he realized the lotus flower, he was able to distinguish without hindrance, and he was speechless about what Shaokang said, but at this moment, he was folded by Dao Hong, and Dao Hong advanced and retreated freely in front of him, as if in a no-man's land, regardless of Buddhism and martial arts, the distinction between high and low was judged to be like a cloud of mud, and the monks were intimidated by it, and no one dared to speak for a while.

Shaokang secretly felt proud, and said in his heart: "That's good." ‘

You must know that today's meeting was originally a gathering of Buddhism in the world, and it is necessary to discuss how to join hands in the future to spread the Fa, the affairs of the vast number of Buddhism, and who can speak in this meeting, and in the future, it will naturally take advantage of the distribution of all kinds of interests.

Suddenly, he thought: "But in this way, Daohong is the number one achievement today, and he will not come sooner or later, and he will wait until he realizes that he is a little bigger... If he comes at a slight advantage, he will also be hateful, and he must teach him a lesson or two afterwards, so that he can understand that it is good to make things reasonable. ‘

Shaokang thought of something, it sect monks naturally want to get, unconvinced and unwilling, as the head of the Mahayana canal Huayan Sect and believe in the reincarnation of the different methods of Tantric Buddhism have stood up to argue, but they are not Daohong's opponents at all, a touch of the collapse, have been defeated, seeing that the great sect is still like this, such as the three theories, Tiantai, etc.

(Alas...) ）

Closing his eyes and meditating, Shi Futu could also feel the ardent gaze projected on him, which was not only the expectation of this sect master, but also the rest of the sects that Fang was folded by Daohong.

(But I really don't want to go against this guy...) ）

Thinking silently, Shi Futu knew that there was no choice, what about the pure place of Buddhism? The contest and distribution of interests, like everywhere else, is something that must happen and cannot be compromised, and after belonging to 'a certain group of people,' it is absolutely indispensable to fight and advance and retreat from the position of that group of people, regardless of one's will.

(To make you see the joke...) ）

Although he hadn't seen it in person, Shi Futu also knew that at this moment, the seemingly weak and elegant friend must be hiding somewhere, silently watching everything that was happening in the main hall.

(This person is really an outlier in Buddhism.) ）

(I really didn't expect that in this fallen Buddhism, in addition to Futu, there could be such a character.) ）

As expected by Shi Futu, at the back of the main hall, although Wang Siqian sat by the pillar with his eyes closed, he had been paying attention to every movement in the hall.

(It seems that when the Buddha said the Dharma, a white lotus appeared in the Seven Treasure Pond, a white lotus with a fragrance and self-guarding, and the dust looked at the mortal, but this place is not the Seven Treasure Lotus Pond...) ）

Standing silently, when no one asked, Dao Hong did not make any movements, standing quietly, although he was the only one without a seat, but he had the momentum above all the people in the hall, just like the Buddha said the flowers, only muttering to his heart, ignoring the three thousand monks around him.

(Hmm, what is he waiting for?) ）

With a wry smile, Shi Futu relaxed his body, allowing his spirit to float completely and extend out in all directions.

To confront such an opponent, Shi Futu did not have any confidence, so he could only 'abandon the phase' first, and wanted to distinguish the law with the 'selfless appearance'.

However, it had just begun, and Shi Futu's body shook slightly.

(You, unexpectedly... ）

Slightly slower than Shi Futu's reaction, almost all the monks of the various sects were stunned and speechless, and among them, the monks of the Pure Land Sect were the most shocked.

In the middle of the main hall, Dao Hong solemnly smiled, facing the three masters of the Pure Land who were flushed with a red face, Shao Kang, who was already so angry that he was about to be speechless.

'The Pure Land masters are above, and the disciples are seeking the Dharma. ‘

(There will be such a thing in the nest...) ）

'Astonished' or 'snickering', with mixed feelings, the monks watched quietly.

Since just now, Dao Hong's spearhead suddenly turned, and he criticized the Pure Land Sect to which he belonged, and every question was like a knife and dagger, aimed at the many weaknesses of the Pure Land Doctrine, and after a while, he had made Shaokang and the other three people sweat on their foreheads, and their faces were red and their ears were so red that they were speechless.

'Daohong, are you doing the opposite?!' ‘

When Dao Hong asked, 'How to prove Buddha, what is the Pure Land', Shaokang couldn't hold back anymore, hit the table hard, and asked sharply.

Daohong didn't answer him.

At the same time as Shaokang's questioning, Shi Futu slowly got up, clasped his palms together and said, "Senior Brother Daohong." ‘

Dao Hong also turned around slowly, bowed down and said, "Senior brother." ‘

The two of them asked and answered, and really regarded Shaokang as nothing, and immediately made him almost faint with anger, and his body shook a few times, but he also knew that the more stupid he was, the uglier he became, and he sat down, but the remaining anger had not subsided, and his breathing was still very heavy.

At this time, the situation has gradually become clear, the eight major sects, Huayan, dense, pure land, the four sects of the law have been defeated, the law, the three theories, the Tiantai is shrunk head hiding, dare not say a word, the only one has not yet shot, only the Zen Buddhism to which the Buddha Tu belongs, is to the two of him only one question and answer, the eyes of the full hall can't help it, has all been cast on the Shi Fu Tu, earnestly, is actually looking forward to his victory. Shi Futu, who was aware of this, smiled helplessly in his heart.

(Such single-mindedness is the original intention of the Donglin Society, but why, only at such a time...) ）

Dao Hong's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced left and right, and everywhere he looked, it was like an evil brake, and no one dared to look at it directly. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said slowly: "Please, senior brother, how to hold your heart to Hongchen, how to cut obstacles to the cultivation path?" ‘

Shi Futu's eyes were self-controlled, his expression was like water, and he said lightly: "Hongchen is fake, purity is also fake, and idealism is knowledge." There are obstacles for obstacles, and cutting obstacles is also obstacles, and there is no way to cling to them. ‘

Daohong bowed again and said, 'May I ask my brother again, how is it a Buddha?' ‘

Shi Futu was silent for a moment, raised his hand to the sky, and said: "The wind and the moon are in the sky. ‘

In the uproar of the hall, Wang Siqian, the queen of the palace, smiled and said: "Good answer." ‘

Before Daohong could speak, Shi Futu had already said, "May I also ask my junior brother, which is the Pure Land Buddha root?" ‘

Hearing this question, Dao Hong's eyes suddenly burst into a blazing light!

He then folded his hands together and muttered, 'Buddha of immeasurable light, Buddha of boundless light, Buddha of unhindered light, Buddha of light without pairs, Buddha of light of the king of Yan, Buddha of pure light, Buddha of joy, Buddha of wisdom, Buddha of constant light, Buddha of difficult thoughts, Buddha of unnamed light, Buddha of light beyond the sun and moon.'

When he heard that what he was reciting was the thirteen names of the Buddha Amitayus, he was slightly disappointed and said in his heart: 'Taking immeasurable knowledge as a way is also a path, but it is not for you and me to follow it. But he heard Daohong chanting again, 'Vibha corpse Buddha, corpse abandoned Buddha, Vaishabha Buddha, Kulousun Buddha, Kannahan Buddha, Kasya-leaf Buddha, Shakyamuni Buddha.' There was a movement in my heart.

The Pure Land sect has the so-called past Buddha and future Buddha, with Maitreya as the 'future Buddha', will build a boundless Buddha land, reincarnate all believers in the blessing of the man, and have the past seven Buddhas, which is the precursor to the Dharma to cross the world, which is the name recited by Dao Hongshicai.

Shi Futu was thinking: 'With the past seven Buddhas as the root, that is...' suddenly his expression moved, and he was stunned when he thought of something. At the same time, 'Huh? 'Oh!' And all the voices of wonder and admiration were ringing in the temple.

In front of Dao Hong, there was blue water on the golden brick ground, and the seven treasures of the Buddha light in the middle flickered, and a seed was slowly turning in the Buddha's light.

In this Buddha scene, Shi Futu's heart trembled.

(The future Buddha, Maitreya, isn't that what 'they' worship?) Are you... ）

Looking at Daohong's eyes full of 'questions', Daohong lowered his eyes and blocked the 'communication' with Shi Futu, just muttering in his mouth and chanting Buddha.

In the sound of chanting Buddha, that kind of seed opens its shell and sprouts by itself, draws branches and leaves, and gradually grows up, it is actually a fragrant white lotus, which has grown to nearly one person high in a blink of an eye, the flowers bloom and the leaves are raised, and the fragrance is like that, even the monks outside the hall also smell it.

(Maitreya, White Lotus...) ）

Sighing softly in his heart, Shi Futu clasped his palms together and said, "Senior brother has supernatural powers. ‘

He also said, 'Brother, what is the Pure Land Buddha Root?' ‘

Daohong smiled faintly, shook his head slightly, and suddenly put his right index finger in his mouth, and bit it hard, and immediately gnawed at the blood.

Bright red blood, noble people, fragrant lotus... As if it was not a scene in the world, the Qing cultivator was also confused for a while, and saw Dao Hong raise his right hand high, drawing down in the air, and in a blink of an eye, he had written fourteen blood characters, floating in front of the white lotus.

In front of the Buddha, the lonely fragrance of the white lotus. ‘

(In front of the Buddha, the lonely and fragrant white lotus... ）

Shi Futu sighed and bowed to Daohong, and it was a disciple's gift.

'To enter the WTO as a way to cross the world, to guide the Buddha without the Buddha, great virtue and high vision, not within the reach of the floating map. ‘

'Float is here. ‘

At this time, the nineteen monks in the hall were still confused, and they didn't know what to do, and only a few old monks seemed to have understood, but their faces changed greatly, or they were shocked or angry.

Daohong smiled, turned away, and when he was about to leave the temple gate, he stopped again.

'Master... Why is this persistence? ‘

The questioning voice, deep and confident, full of charm, did not come from any one in the temple, but resounded in the back of the temple.

Daohong was silent.

Again, turn around.

'May I ask the donor, what does it mean to come?' ‘

The voice paused for a moment, with a little abruptness and a little respect, and said slowly: '... Be honest. ‘

Daohong bowed and said, "Yes." ‘

'All living beings can cross, and the Buddha is the world. ‘

So he turned away and looked back.

Later, the Buddhist sect recorded this incident as follows:

In the spring of the year of Bingzi, the eight sects of Buddhism held a conference in Donglin, discussing the affairs of the Buddha, and there were mad monks Daohong, who were reprimanded and reprimanded, and then voted to the left door. --- "Five Lantern Elements"

And above the official history, it is said like this:

In the sixteenth year of Emperor Guangtong, Daohong, a monk of the Pure Land Sect, broke his vows and entered the White Lotus Cult, which was upheld for a while. ‘

In the thousands of years of history of Buddhism, there have been all kinds of conferences and debates, but, for various reasons, this meeting, which is often referred to as the "White Lotus Society", has become the largest number of Buddhist conferences that have been recorded and studied although it is not recognized. This will be the last time.

… For the last time.

History has turned a heavy page again.