Although Buddhism has been suppressed by Taoism for a long time, it still has a huge power. In addition, Buddhists are all over the world, so the news channels are no worse than those of the Great Song Dynasty.

Just when the Great Song Dynasty received an eight-hundred-mile rush from Jinling, the two ragged monks had already taken advantage of the night to come to the vicinity of Kaifeng.

One of them had a vicissitudes of life, his face covered with folds like orange peel. The other man was tall and big, and his face was full of honesty.

"Master, it's Kaifeng in front." The tall monk looked at the city looming in the distance, revealing a look of joy.

"Okay, okay." The old monk's voice was a little weak, but he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Although he has good martial arts, he is too old to compare with young people.

This time, I galloped all the way from Jinling, in order to be able to rush to Kaifeng as soon as possible to send the news to the major Zen masters of Buddhism. Their master and apprentice had almost no rest all the way, and they ate and drank on horseback.

Even if you are a strong master, it is unbearable to bump all the way like this.

The old monk looked at Kaifeng in front of him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, this day is still more than an hour before the opening of the gate of Kaifeng, and we are afraid that we will have to spend the night outside the city." The great monk said with a little distress.

"It's okay, most of the Zen masters are not in the city, let's go directly to Jinbo Temple to meet the abbot of Wutai Mountain." The old monk looked at the dim world on the east side of Kaifeng, and his already exhausted body had a little more strength out of thin air.

Jinling has changed in the sky, and the three sects are one.

No matter what it is, it can be called a major event that shakes the world. Now that the great events of Buddhism were imminent, he had to get the news on to the Zen masters as soon as possible so that they could prepare.

Kinpo Temple.

Jinbo Temple is located 20 miles away from the northeast of Kaifeng Prefecture, and it is a relatively quiet place on weekdays. Because there are too many monks who came to Kaifeng this time, and the Buddhist monks have other plans.

In the absence of wanting to challenge the sensitive nerves of the Great Song Dynasty, most of the monks did not choose to enter Kaifeng to wait for the grand event, but scattered in the temples near Kaifeng.

Among them, because of its relative seclusion, Jinbo Temple has been selected as the residence of many Buddhist holy monks.

The sky was dark, and only the waning moon hung high.

Reimun Fan was dressed in white, standing in the dead temple and looking out at the sky.

The silver-white moonlight poured on her delicate face, adding a bit of ethereal fairy aura and a bit of transcendent aura.

"Hey, eventful." An old voice sounded from the side hall, but I saw the abbot of Wutai Mountain slowly walking into the small courtyard. His brow furrowed as if he had a myriad of sorrows.

"I know that the Zen master can't sleep either." Reimu Fan looked sideways and bowed, his voice soft.

"I don't know why, I've been feeling uneasy lately, I hope nothing happens." The Zen master smiled helplessly.

As the time drew closer to the event, it became more and more difficult for his heart to calm down.

The success or failure of the water and land puja is related to the future of Buddhism. In the face of such an important moment, even a high-ranking monk can't let go.

"Hey, each sect has its own plans, and who can say clearly about the future of Buddhism." Lingmengfan also sighed, and sighed helplessly.

Although most of the Zen Buddhism in the world was united because of the Zen Master Wuming, this does not mean that the various schools of Buddhism are of one mind and do not have the slightest disagreement.

In fact, Buddhism today has been divided into three schools because of this.

Two of them are extreme, and one wants to overhaul Buddhism, like Taoism, in order to cope with possible changes in the future. Although there are not many people who support such views, they can be considered to be tenable.

The other faction does not accept the theory of Wuchao Zen Master at all, and wants to completely negate the plan of Wuming Zen Master. Although this may seem a bit silly, it is surprisingly quite marketable, and there are quite a number of advocates of Buddhism today.

As for the last faction, it chose to accept the Wuchao Zen Master's enlightenment of Shakya, and borrowed the ancient god Lu Jian to correct the names of the Buddhist Buddhas. This type of thinking is supported by the largest number of people, and it is the mainstream of today's thinking.

As to whether there would be anything wrong with this, it was completely out of their consideration.

At that time, in order to integrate Buddhism into China and be able to preach smoothly in the Central Plains, the Buddhist patriarch broke through the people's defense line with Lao Tzuhua Hu Jing.

For them, the allusion of Wuchao Zen Master to enlighten Shakya is nothing more than a re-walking of the path of their ancestors.

Steady and experienced.

"Although there are many differences in my Buddhism now, it is not a good thing."

Zen Master's eyes were deep, and he said slowly: "Although we can temporarily relieve the pressure on us from the Dao Sect by borrowing the prestige of the ancient gods, I am afraid that it will also be a great hidden danger in the future. If there are differences, there is no way out. ”

Lingmengfan was silent for a moment and said, "Zen master thinks that the ancient gods ....."

While the two were talking, there was a sudden knock on the door in the front yard, which seemed extremely harsh in the silent night.

The two looked at each other, and there was a look of surprise in them.

It's late at night, so why are there still guests?

Is something wrong?

The two of them heard a hurried knock on the door outside, and they were inexplicably a little uneasy.

Lingmengfan was the first to speak: "Zen master is interested in going and taking a look." ”

"Visiting late at night, people are afraid that there is something urgent, let's go and have a look." The Zen master did not refuse.

The temple is not big, and the two of them have already arrived at the front yard of the temple in just two minutes. When they arrived, the intellectuals in the temple had not yet risen from their slumber.

"Two people, one is a rough martial artist, and his breath is short. The other had a long breath and was not weak, but now he was visibly wheezing, as if he was tired from a long journey. Reimu Fan sensed the situation outside the door and whispered.

Hearing this, the Zen master made sure that there was no danger outside the door, and said, "Open the door." ”

Creak!

The temple door opened, and when Zen Master Ran saw the visitor, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Zen Master Miaohai? ”

Zen Master Myokai?

Reimu Fan then looked over and recognized the person who had come.

Miaohai Zen Master is a famous monk in Jinling, and his prestige is just like the famous Zen Master in Kaifeng, which can be called a rare Buddhist monk in the world.

Lingmengfan wondered, "When did the Zen master come to Kaifeng?" ”

"The poor monk came from Jinling quickly, and it took about ten days on the road, and he just arrived in Kaifeng tonight." Zen Master Miao Hai breathed heavily as he spoke, apparently quite tired.

Coming from Jinling, the horse has never rested!

Lingmeng Fan and the two glanced at each other, and their expressions suddenly became solemn.

Although they still don't know why Zen Master Miaohai came, they can also feel the aura of something bad from his words.

Jinling, is it related to the three sects of Fu Seal?