Chapter 200: Buddhism Worships Each Other

I don't know how long it took, the wonderful painting on the Xuanming Square of the Dawu Emperor Palace finally turned into mottled golden points of light and disappeared.

On the Golden Dragon Steps, Emperor Wei Yu's face was pale, looking at the extremely empty Xuanming Square, the Xuanming Square that had lost its luster was like a gray abyss.

He knew that everyone was waiting for his edict, but in the anger in his heart, there was actually a trace of uneasiness, and he had to completely cut off this uneasiness in order to maintain the royal dignity of the Dawu Wei clan.

Yifeng was still lying in a pool of blood, the blood had slowly begun to condense, the bright red had become deeper and thicker, Wei Xuan and Zheng Wenqi knelt in front of him with their swords, bowed their heads and chests, and were unconscious.

At this moment, above the Golden Dragon Steps, Wei Yu gritted his teeth fiercely and roared angrily: "The Great Martial Kingdom Dao Conference, it's over!"

As soon as these words came out, many people from the three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism poured out, and Wei Xuan, Zheng Wenqi and Yifeng were carried down in a cluster.

Xiu Gu and Ben Qian had already woken up, but they just looked blankly at the wind that the fire monkey and Shuli carried back.

After carrying it back, the two of them woke up like a nightmare, crying and rushing over, while Shuli separated them with a gloomy face, and said lightly: "Don't go over yet, Yifeng is still alive, let the masters heal him." ”

Xiu Gu and Ben Qian stopped crying at this time, but they still choked up, and quietly knelt beside Yifeng, looking at Yifeng's blue and black face.

Master Ran and Yuchuni hurriedly conducted various examinations on Yifeng, and after a moment, the two of them looked at each other and fell silent.

The crown prince Wei Huang and the abbot of Juekong felt inexplicable, Wei Huang said: "What's wrong with the two of you, is there anything wrong, tell this prince if you are in trouble!"

Master Ran clenched his fists, raised his reddened eyes, stared at Wei Huang and said, "Prince, the 'Buddha Slaying Frost' has been hit in the wind!"

"What?" said many in unison, surprised.

Wei Huang's eyes were grim and he asked, "Is it true or false?"

Master Zhiran said: "This poisonous old monk has been hit, and he is still suffering from it, and he will never be wrong!"

Shuli said suddenly: "When Yifeng was about to leave just now, it seemed that Uncle Xi pulled him. ”

In an instant, everyone's eyes looked at the seat sitting next to him, who had closed his eyes and sat quietly to heal his wounds, but slowly opened his eyes when he heard the words. Seeing that everyone was watching him, he coughed violently twice, and a strange blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, didn't wipe it, lowered his head and laughed twice, then raised his head and said to Wei Huang: "Prince, remember, this is your own choice." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly flipped his palm, and slapped it on the top of his head with a "bang", his eyes cracked in an instant, his seven orifices bled out, and he fell to the ground suddenly, no longer moving.

Everyone was overwhelmed by this sudden change, Wei Huang looked at Abbot Juekong, Abbot Juekong's face changed, and said: "His Royal Highness the Prince, this matter has nothing to do with the old monk, and it has nothing to do with Beizong Temple!"

Abbot Juening also suddenly knelt down and said to Wei Huang: "His Royal Highness the Prince, this matter has nothing to do with Baoxiang Temple, please check the Prince!"

Wei Huang's face was annoyed, and when he was about to speak, he only heard the golden dragon steps above, Wei Yu said loudly: "Prince, you come out and evaluate the third fighting method!"

Wei Huang's heart was shocked, and he suddenly felt that things were very tricky, he immediately turned to face Wei Yu and said, "Father, the son is not a cultivator, and he doesn't know anything about the Divine Passage Method, so please choose another person for evaluation!"

Wei Yu stood on the top of the golden dragon steps and sneered: "Fang just one was evaluated by the Taoist Taiqing Gate National Teacher, and the other was evaluated by the Holy King of the Confucian Holy Academy. What's more, the prince has lived in Beizong Temple for a long time, and he has not seen the real Buddha, but he has also seen the temple Buddha, and he has long been stained by the matter of cultivating the Taoist and supernatural powers, so there is no need to say that he knows nothing, right?"

Wei Huang frowned, but he didn't dare to shirk it anymore, stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said: "At the end of this Buddhism, who is the first in the two sects of Confucianism and Taoism, I can't tell the difference." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, which means that no matter who wins the third game, the Buddha Tao will not be able to win the first place in the end, and according to the current situation, the Buddha Tao is the most likely to be ranked last.

On the top of the golden dragon steps, Wei Yu looked down at the beings of the three sects, his eyes were sharp, and he said: "In this case, I will decide the victory or defeat of this game, the third battle method, Confucianism one, Tao two, Buddha end, and the three games, it is still for, Confucianism one, Tao two, Buddha end! Confucianism has proposed measures to the imperial court to develop this religion, and ordered Cui Ming, the Holy King of Dazhu Kingdom and Confucianism, to submit a decision within seven days!"

After speaking, Wei Yu turned around and waved his sleeves away, and before he turned his head, many eunuchs and palace maids hurriedly followed, and Duke De looked at each other anxiously, and finally had to whip and shout sharply: "The Great Martial Kingdom Dao Conference, all over!

The hundred officials and the people of the three sects were all stunned for a moment, and then they began to talk chaotically, and walked down the golden dragon steps one after another, towards the Jiyao Gate. Taiwei Wu Hao and the head of the Holy Academy, the new imperial historian Han Yi, when the two walked to the south, they exchanged glances with Cui Ming of the Great Pillar Kingdom and nodded to each other.

Immediately, Cui Ming glanced at the place where the Buddhist people were standing in the west, as if he wanted to take another look at the life and death of the Buddha, but Yifeng had already been surrounded by the group, and he didn't know, so he threw up his sleeves and turned away.

Yan Guizhen in the east was also a mess behind him, but his face was calm, but his complexion was more pale than since he took off Sendai to sacrifice, he glanced at the Buddhist and Taoist people opposite, and then looked around at the Dawu Emperor's Palace that covered the golden light that had dissipated, sighed, turned around and walked towards Jiyao Gate.

Only the Buddha and the Taoists, Abbot Juening was still kneeling on the ground, and even Long recovered a little, barely standing up, and surrounded the wind in a group, but he was helpless.

"Slashing Buddha Frost", this kind of supreme poison that only the Dawu royal family has, its power is extraordinary, even the heavenly dragon Arhat Venerable can be ignited and burned, after this battle, no one denies the fighting strength of Yifeng as a Buddha, but the killing of Buddha is not in vain······

Everyone wondered in their hearts, and they fought desperately, but they were just a chess piece that was used by others? It was still so deeply hidden? Who gave him his Buddha slaying frost? Emperor Dawu, Dazhu Guo, or the national teacher?

Everyone is also sad in their hearts, this battle is lost, Buddhism is like fish and meat, Confucianism and Taoism are swords, how to chop, just wait for Cui Ming to make a decision.

From this battle, from the attitude of Emperor Wu, everyone saw that the contradiction between Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism could not be reconciled.

Everyone is also worried, in such a situation where the wolf rings the tiger and the dragon roars, their future leader of Buddhism, the giant of Buddhism, the son of the Great Brahma, has a blue and black face, like a dead corpse, lying on the blue-gray ground, who else can shoulder the future of Buddhism?

All the people in Xuanming Square are gone, only the gloomy sky remains, the indifferent Yulin guards on all sides, the cold wind rises, lifting the robes and robes of the monks of Buddhism and Taoism, like a spirit flag, hunting sound.

Wei Huang closed his eyes, his face was extremely tired, and he waved his hand weakly and said, "Carry the Buddha to the Prince's Mansion to heal." After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the triple gate of the Dawu Emperor Palace step by step.

Abbot Juekong held the Nine Dragons Tin Staff and said to Jue Song on the side: "I ordered to take all the best holy medicines in the Holy Medicine Hall of Beizong Temple to the Prince's Mansion, and all the healing monks to the Prince's Mansion, and heal the Buddha's injuries as quickly as possible!"

Jue Song hurriedly said yes, and said hesitantly: "Senior brother, you know the origin of this Buddha Killing Frost, I'm afraid ······ Fierce and auspicious!"

Juekong shouted angrily: "He is fighting for the Buddha's Dao, so he must pour out the power of the Buddha's Dao and save it with all his might!"

He turned his head again and scolded Abbot Juening: "You get up for me, the Buddha is not dead, the Buddha is not dead, do you want to die first?!"

Abbot Juening stood up with his head down, and Juekong said to Master Ran: "Ran, he is your disciple and a giant of Buddhism, this time he fought for Buddhism, and was injured by the disciples of Beizong Temple, after today, Beizong Temple respectfully let Nanzong Temple score three points!"

Saying that, Abbot Juekong folded his hands and took the lead in bowing to Master Ran and the others, Juesong and Juening followed, and even Long trembled, bending down and bowing.

Master Ran and the others hurriedly bowed and saluted.

On Xuanming Square, in the strong wind, it is like a Buddhist door to worship each other.