In the sixteenth year of Emperor Guangtong, winter, Tangzhou, Chezhou Mountain

… According to the official history, Dao Hong should have been in the White Lotus Sect for seven months at this time, but in fact, at this time, he was just an ordinary wandering monk.

On the top of the mountain around the car, the cold wind is howling, looking around, seeing the deep valley under the mountain, the plain outside the mountain seems to be spreading, and there is still a faint killing intent when looking forward to it, and it is a good battlefield.

I still remember those days!

More than 1,000 years ago, the rule of the 'Fengxiang Zhu family' gradually declined, the monarch fainted in the top, the ministers were in the middle, the officials were in the bottom, and the chiefs were peeping outside, making the world dusty, paying taxes, and the people were not able to make a living.

The four big Kou, the white horse bandits, the two Liu Jun... Originally, the poor men who were farming the people turned to the world with all kinds of stigma, although they were untrained and rootless, and their ending was still unbearable, but in this process, the emperor's rule was shaken, and eventually led to the end of his rule, which led to the beginning of the rule of the 'Peishang Liu family'.

More than a thousand years later, these names have gradually sunk into the sea of history, few people can remember, and the only thing that can still make people have an impression is four words.

The old thirteenth battalion.

'Thinking back then, when the old thirteenth battalion first started, there was a shortage of soldiers and horses, trapped in the mountains around the car, and the grain was exhausted, so it was deceived and came out, and then it was stretched again, and then there were later three states and fourteen prefectures, and several things that won the world, it can be seen that the will must be able to endure and do not need to care for a while. ‘

'You want to persuade me to surrender?' ‘

Smiling, Daohong pressed one hand on his waist, stepped on the highest rock, squinted, and looked at the plain in the distance.

Well, so to speak. ‘

Ji sat on the big stone next to him, Wang Siqian's expression was a little funny, and he said so.

It's a little strange to say, but since the Donglin meeting seven months ago, the two have become friends, although one of them is the young master of a wealthy family, and the other is a lonely monk who travels the world, but this does not prevent them from meeting secretly once every ten days to talk about some recent experiences and experiences of worshipping Buddha.

Strange friendship, it seems impossible to last, if outsiders know, they should be commented like this, but neither of them cares.

You'd better come back." ‘

'The Buddhist Sutra has fallen, and it is not enough for one person to transform him. ‘

Turning sideways slightly, Dao Hong's eyes seemed to be burning.

'So, you want to persuade me to surrender?' ‘

'Yes. ‘

Faintly, Wang Siqian said: "Jie and Tao, at least master the Pure Land first, and those who are as wise as you should understand that it is impossible for people who do not have believers or followers to carry out any changes." ‘

Pulling his lips weirdly and smiling, Daohong turned his head again, squinting his eyes, looking at the thousands of miles of land, the boundless sea of clouds.

'Chezhou Mountain...'

"The surrender is here, and the defeat is also here, the old thirteenth battalion, and here is really fate..."

More than 1,000 years ago, the old thirteenth battalion went east and west, and the momentum became bigger, so they had the heart to win the championship, so they gathered troops to go north, but they were defeated in a battle in Chezhou Mountain, and the army was wiped out, and it disappeared in history.

'Remember, how the old thirteenth battalion was defeated? ‘

In the record, in the first battle of the year, the old thirteenth battalion gathered heavy troops in Si, and the main force of the imperial army decisive battle, if the battle can be won, the emperor's thousands of miles of territory after crossing the Chezhou Mountain will have no soldiers to resist, no danger to defend, so the Si service can be said to be a desperate decisive game for both sides, and in the seven consecutive days of strangling, the old thirteenth battalion has always had the advantage... Until the last day.

On the last day, the reinforcements who had an appointment with the old thirteenth battalion finally arrived, but they changed their course, and even played the banner of the imperial army, and attacked the flank of the old thirteenth battalion, which was almost completely defenseless.

'It is a strange thing to start from the breach of the covenant and die from the breach of the covenant, to be reincarnated. ‘

Looking at the ancient battlefield that was washed with blood more than a thousand years ago, Daohong muttered.

How can one expect to rely on the 'honesty' of others to keep what is obtained by 'deception'? The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not happy...'

Shaking his head, Wang Siqian's expression was a little helpless, but there was not much surprise, there had been many conversations like this between them, and he who was bent on persuading his friends to turn back, he would be rejected so gently every time.

'But why did you bother to cooperate with the White Lotus Sect? ‘

'Apart from the fact that they both believe in Maitreya Buddha, what do they have in common with you?' ‘

'Those guys, who mix Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism, are messy, can they be considered Buddhists? ‘

'What can you expect from working with them?' ‘

The White Lotus Sect, out of the Buddha and in line with the Tao, tasted "the stone man with one eye, instigating the Yellow River to rebel in the world" hundreds of years ago. Although it has gradually evolved into an officially recognized organization that can openly preach, it is still a rather bad thing in the hearts of orthodox Buddhist disciples, and will never admit that it is the same as their own lineage, and among the disciples of all sects, the Pure Land sect has always been the most opposed to it.

Opposition is due to fear and ignorance. ‘

'The White Lotus Sect is originally a branch of my Pure Land Sect. ‘

What Dao Hong said lightly would make any Buddhist disciple furious, but when he heard it, Wang Siqian just smiled bitterly.

… Because, he knew, it was true.

At the beginning, suffering from the complex teachings of the Pure Land Sect and the many canons could not be bypassed, so some people tried to delete it more easily, and called themselves "White Lotus Sect" began to preach among the people, the first generation of the White Lotus Sect Master Mao Ziyuan was one of the great virtues of the Pure Land Sect at that time, and the name of the Buddha was extremely famous, but later, the White Lotus Sect absorbed too many believers too quickly, and the bottom believers were the mainstay, and began to evolve some characteristics that were intolerable to the authorities. After the White Lotus Sect, which was almost entirely composed of poor people, embarked on the road of killing officials and rebelling, the Pure Land Sect completely severed its connection with it, and even flatly denied that it had any relationship with the past.

Although there are many other things in the teachings of the White Lotus Sect, they are still based on the Pure Land, and the purpose of the opening of the mouth to be called 'salvation' is also very interesting to me. ‘

With a dazzling light in his eyes, Daohong said quickly.

That's my opinion, and unlike you, I don't think Buddhism can save itself by its own strength. ‘

'Mahayana, Hinayana and Tibetan Esoteric Meditation, Mind Meditation... I've studied everything, but in the end, they've disappointed me. ‘

There is nothing new in those things that can save the world, and there is no hope that can make the blood of believers boil, without these things, how can we destroy this old temple that has long been decayed? ‘

How can we unify and revitalize the ancient Buddhism, so that it can once again radiate the great brilliance of destroying all darkness and overflow between heaven and earth? “

'Unification, you're finally on point. ‘

Laughing, Wang Siqian suddenly stood up.

If you want to revitalize Buddhism, you must first unify Buddhism, at least, there can be no more attacks on each other. ‘

But in your mind, how do you unify Buddhism? ‘

After a moment of silence, Daohong clasped his hands together and slowly turned around.

In the quiet eyes, there was still a blazing flame.

I'd like to hear your answer first. ‘

seemed to be talking to Wang Siqian, but he didn't look at him at all, his strong eyes were looking into the distance, looking at the road coming up from the mountain.

‘… Wonderful. ‘

In the sound of reciting the Buddha, the figure of Shi Futu slowly appeared on the mountain road. seems to have seen through everything, and in the eyes of all illusions, there are also complicated expressions.

With a chuckle, Wang Siqian took out a small wine jug from his arms, hung a cup, lifted it to the two of them, poured himself out, and said with a smile to Shi Futu: "You're late." ‘

It's getting late.

Golden-red flames smeared the clouds and painted frenzied and strange patterns across the western sky, and below, the impatient Black struggled below the horizon, trying to stretch out his invincible arms to the upper realms and grab everything into his arms.

To the west, and then to the west, after all this, is the Western Elysium that can be with the Buddha?

Looking at the west sky, Dao Hong's face did not have any expression, quiet like a newborn baby, only two eyes, there seemed to be a fire that could burn all things in the raging endlessly, behind him, silently clasped his palms, the release of the floating map is also a piece of clarity, if the clear water for 10,000 years, it has long condensed into an eternal piece of ice.

Shaking his head slightly, Wang Siqian smiled bitterly in his heart.

(There's no way.) ）

(Although they are seeking the same thing, they can't go the same way, two people who are like ice and fire, they still can't reach an agreement... ）

Although they both seek to 'unify Buddhism', when both of them expounded their opinions, they found that even though they have the same goal, the distance between the two is still as wide as a river.

For this purpose, he studied and refuted all the eight classics, and the Pure Land sect to which he belonged, and for this purpose, he did not hesitate to break out, hoping to find the source of that pious and fiery from the White Lotus sect scattered among the people.

Abandoning everything that exists, regathering believers, establishing the truth, bringing back the Buddha-nature that has fallen and lost from Buddhism, and then using this to eliminate and reorganize the sects of Buddhism, and finally establish a Pure Land of Bliss that can accommodate hundreds of millions of believers in this chaotic world, is what Dao Hong has commanded himself to do.

However, in terms of the Buddha Figure: the so-called unity is tolerance, inclusiveness, the Mahayana and Hinayana, the easy and the difficult, the Buddha and the Buddha worship are recognized together, accepted and included under the same slogan.

To transform the lower class disciples and believers with compassion and education, to make progress among the upper elders with patience and compromise, and patiently carry out little by little, until one day, the differences between sects and sects can be eliminated, so that the children of the eight sects can communicate freely, and can no longer be bound by various differences in doctrine, and worship the only Buddha with devotion to the world, and then spread the spirit of Buddhism in this way, so as to establish a pure Buddha land in the world, which is the goal set by Shakfutu for himself.

Although the Tao is one, the Tao is different, how to conspire?

(It's a pity...) ）

A deep sigh crossed the hearts of the three of them almost at the same time, and then, Daohong stretched out his hand, gently drawing circles in the air, and with that action, several branches of withered grass growing on the edge of the cliff also began to tremble slightly, and soon, the witherest and yellowest stem creaked even more, and began to slowly pull out of the crack in the stone, floating towards Daohong, and was held in his hand

'Farewell. ‘

Without turning back, Dao Hong gently threw the grass stem in his hand, and then, towards the thousands of voids outside the cliff in front of him, he stepped out in one step!

('A reed crosses the sky?!') ）

The ancient noun instantly struck Wang Siqian's heart, seeing Dao Hong's solemn palms, his clothes not moving, and the treasure statue solemn, stepping on a grass stem, slowly floating down the mountain, even for him who grew up on the side of Wang Zhonggu, a master named 'the top five in the world', this is also a too amazing scene.

(This kind of Dharma is no longer supported by the Buddha's skills in the middle of the eighth level, this person, he has already gone there...) ）

Surprised, Wang Siqian couldn't avoid such a question: today, where it has been unheard for a long time that there is a 'ninth-level power', Dao Hong's power is enough to be listed in the top twenty in the world, and suddenly, as a 'celebrity', he retreated to the back, and his sense of responsibility as the 'young master of the Wang family' suddenly awakened and began to think of some side things.

'Good. ‘

Silently, Shi Futu walked towards the air, surrounded by thousands of Buddha lights on his side, and Dao Hongwei, who was so gorgeous and noble that people couldn't look at it directly, bowed slightly.

(Buddhism is vast, there are 84,000 ways to seek the Tao, may you and I be able to go to the same place...) ）

Ten days later, Shi Futu returned to Lianyin Temple to sit in meditation and never left the mountain.

Fifteen days later, Daohong joined the White Lotus Sect and was saluted as the 'White Lotus Venerable', and his position was only under the sect leader Hu Shan'er.