"What, is Master Liyan so domineering?" Ye Qingxuan smiled indifferently and continued, "Anyone who talks to you about the Tao and doesn't want to believe in the Buddha, can you put on a hat that has fallen into the devil's way?

"You! Lao Wei doesn't care about you in general!" Li Yan has lived for so long, and he has never seen someone like Ye Qingxuan, who has no respect for the Buddha.

Even if it was those demonic warriors he had seen, although his methods were ruthless, when he met the monk and talked about the Buddha, he was polite before he turned his face.

When it comes to Buddhism, even the most vicious villains have to admit that the Buddha is great and the Dharma is profound, where can he be like Ye Qingxuan, without reverence, it is simply extremely paradoxical!

"My Buddha is merciful, Qingxuan, the old man advises you to turn back quickly, and you can also repent in front of the Buddha, otherwise the Buddha will descend to the demonic means, and then you will fall into hell, and there will be no return!" Li Yan had a slightly more compassionate look on his face at this time, his hands were folded, and he chanted sutras in his mouth, and the Buddha blessed the Buddha and prayed to the Buddha.

"What? Didn't the abbot of Liyan still say, is the sea of bitterness boundless to turn back to the shore?" Ye Qingxuan saw that the old monk Liyan was already in a mess, but the whole person was extremely leisurely, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and then continued, "Why did you change to the poor road at this time, and if you turn back, you can only repent in front of the Buddha?

"Nan no Amitabha!" Li Yan has nothing to say, just close his eyes and chant!

Ye Qingxuan saw that Li Yan was like this, and knew that he had nothing to say, so he continued, "Actually, Abbot Li Yan, in addition to the reception of hatred, you also committed the precept of obsession.

You are obsessed with the Dharma, but you are confused and still don't know that you are in front of you, vainly trying to turn the poor path into the Buddha's door, and calling the poor path a benefactor in the back of your delusion and ignorance, how can you not commit the obsession?

Greed and hatred, Buddhism's three poisons, Master Liyan, but you committed two precepts at the same time, it's really embarrassing!"

Speaking of this, Ye Qingxuan shook his head with a look of regret on his face.

Everyone present had a ghostly expression, how could this Ye Qingxuan, a Taoist priest, seem to be quite familiar with Buddhist teachings?

Looking at Ye Qingxuan, they couldn't have imagined that Ye Qingxuan would be able to spread out from a small title and say the abbot of Liyan speechlessly!

How do they know that Ye Qingxuan, a modern person, has access to ten times or even a hundred times more information than them, in his previous life, these Buddhist doctrines, what kind of greed, hatred, ignorance, three poisons and the like, are simply going to spread on the Internet.

The celebrities present all looked at Ye Qingxuan with admiration, you must know that these Confucian children, although they don't have any bad feelings towards monks on weekdays, there are not many who have a good impression.

In addition, these monks love to be superior to others at every turn, and they are not much worse than the masters in the academy.

"Master Liyan, if you want to come to the poor way, you are also unconvinced!" Ye Qingxuan saw that Li Yan was silent, just reciting scriptures, and knew that this old monk was just talking about himself, and a Buddha heart was still complete, so he felt a little bored.

After all, Li Yan has practiced Buddhism all his life, and if he is abandoned by Ye Qingxuan and enters the Tao in just a few words, it will be too easy.

"You and me, there is such a conflict, in the final analysis, it is just that we both want to borrow money from the shopkeeper!" Ye Qingxuan picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and then said generously, "Poor Dao wants Yin Liang to build my Dao Ancestor Palace, and you, Master Liyan, also want Yin Liang to reshape the Buddha's golden body."

In this case, when this poetry meeting is above, the two of us will use our own way to give poems, who is smart, by the audience to judge, the winner, naturally can get the money of the big shopkeeper loan, master, what do you think!?"

Ye Qingxuan generously called Li Yan the master abbot, and when he heard Li Yan, he had a fever in his heart, and he understood in his heart that compared to his insistence on calling him a donor, Ye Qingxuan's bright and generous style was already a cut above him.

At this time, the words that I have figured out are no longer insisted, after all, the loser does not lose the battle, and what I lost at this time is just the words, not the Buddhism.

Thinking of this, the old monk Liyan proclaimed the Buddha's name, "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, since you should be as the Taoist chief said, you and I will each make a poem, and we will be enlightened in the name!"

"Good!" Ye Qingxuan shook off the dust, and the dust was elegant.

"Cough!" Seeing that this monk was talking fiercely, it was not easy to interject for a while, even if he was a devout believer, but what Ye Qingxuan said, thinking about it carefully at this time, was not unreasonable.

At this time, seeing that the atmosphere between the two had eased a lot, he coughed lightly and made a gesture to speak.

This big money shopkeeper, Ye Qingxuan's senses are really quite complicated, from the initial disdain, to a glance, to the current slight admiration and gratitude, Qian Sanfeng only feels that he has read countless people, but he really can't see the Qingxuan Daoist in front of him.

sighed in his heart, in the end, Ye Qingxuan's method also solved the urgent need in front of him, after all, whether it is the Buddha or the Tao, or the old god in front of him, Lord Yuan Feng, is not easy to offend!

One Buddha, one official, and now in Qian Sanfeng's opinion, he can't afford to offend, so Ye Qingxuan's method of comparing poems and texts to determine the ownership of loans has also become the only step for the three parties at this time.

"Ahem! Just as Daoist Qingxuan said, please ...... Belch...... Masters, discuss poetry with Taoism, and then please judge everyone here to determine the winner or loser!" "The atmosphere of the big shopkeeper was a little embarrassed, so he had to pick up the wine, look at the celebrities he was familiar with, and then salute the celebrities present, "Whether it is Qingxuan Daoist or Master Liyan, they are all masters of my Jingzhou, we and others for the two, naturally only admire, and please don't break the friendship, everyone is a famous and decent family, we need to help each other, get along in harmony!"

"Exactly, exactly!" The celebrities who received the code also came out to play a round and enliven the atmosphere.

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" Li Yan heard the words at this time, as if he had found the steps, pronounced a Buddha name, no longer chanted the scriptures, the color of compassion on his face resurfaced, and then nodded, and said, "This is very good, although the old man is coarse and literate, but in my Buddhism enlightenment, there are still one or two experiences!"

After saying this, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Ye Qingxuan, obviously he was very sure in his heart.

Qian Sanfeng glanced at Li Yan, as the No. 1 fan of Li Yan, he naturally knew that in addition to attending meditation and practicing Buddhism on weekdays, this old monk loved to make poems and comprehend the proverbs of his predecessors, so this poetry was naturally difficult for him, so he nodded secretly.

But then he remembered Ye Qingxuan's stunning and majestic wine, and for a while he was inevitably a little worried about his idol, thinking of this, Qian Sanfeng subconsciously turned his head to look at Ye Qingxuan.

I saw Ye Qingxuan sitting in place, with an inexplicable look on his face, as if he was in a daze, ignoring his words.

Li Yan and Qian Da saw that Ye Qingxuan was like this, and only said that he regretted what he said, after all, the poetry of literati and the proverbial poetry of Buddhism and Taoism are still different.

Presumably, it was Ye Qingxuan who made the general wine, and he invited him to say something, otherwise Ye Qingxuan was less than twenty years old, how could he be compared with the old monk Li Yan?

After all, to make proverbial poems in the way of one's own body, not only to become a poem, but also to fit the way, the difficulty is not ordinary.

Suddenly, half of the hearts of the two of them were put down, and Li Yan's face showed compassion, and he looked like he was holding a pearl of wisdom.