Zhang Qingyin asked, "What's in the Qiankun bag?"

Chen Qingtang continued: "Master opened the mouth of the bag and took out a handful of beans from inside, which were all red, black, yellow, green, and blue. Sprinkled on the ground and chanted the mantra, red beans become crossbowmen, black beans become cavalry, soybeans become charioteers, mung beans become spearmen, and green beans become sword soldiers. Densely packed and arranged in a military formation, there were about 1,000 people, roughly the same number as the paper figures. After that, he took out a yellow golden bean from the Qiankun bag, put it on the ground, blew a breath, and turned into a general with a golden helmet and golden armor, holding a sword, standing on the high platform behind the military formation, commanding the army.

On the opposite side, two evil spirits commanded, and the paper figures also lined up in a phalanx. The demon took the lead and led the paper man army to charge, and the bean army met it, and the battle ignited.

Standing on the high platform, the gold-armored general raised the red order flag, and the crossbowmen fired thousands of arrows in unison, killing an evil ghost who rushed to the front. The charging formation of the paper man troops was disrupted.

The golden armor general raised the black and yellow flags again, and the cavalry and charioteers launched an attack, rampage through the paper man troops, and the paper man troops, which were all infantry, could not organize an effective defense in front of the cavalry and charioteers.

In the end, the golden armor general raised the green and cyan banner, the spearmen and sword soldiers joined the battle, another evil ghost died in the chaos of the army, and the paper man troops who had lost their commander were in a mess and turned into lambs to be slaughtered, and in just a moment of incense, the battle was over.

The troops cleaned up the battlefield and piled up the corpses of paper people into hills. The Golden Armor General turned around and saluted the master, begging for the fire. Master placed the oil lamp beside him.

The golden armor general thanked him, took a hard bow from the crossbowmen beside him, bent the bow and arrows, and shot several rockets, and several mountains of paper corpses were ignited, releasing pale green flames, and after a while, they were reduced to ashes. ”

Zhang Qingyin said with emotion: "Master is master, and his shot is really extraordinary." ”

"'Amazing, amazing!' The Taoist is really powerful!' the beautiful nun appeared at the door of the lobby with a slap. ”

"That nun still dares to come back?" Zhang Qingyin said in surprise.

"yes. Chen Qingtang said: "Master ignored her, took out a small military tent from the Qiankun bag, and put it on the ground. General Jin Jia commanded his soldiers and walked into the tent in a line, and after all the soldiers were in the tent, he himself walked in. The master put the tent back into the bag. Close your eyes, meditate cross-legged, and ignore the nun.

The nun looked at the ashes everywhere and rebuked, 'May I ask the chief, which is more difficult, killing or saving?'

Master opened his eyes, looked at the nun, and said, 'Of course, it's to save people. ’

"The Taoist chief understands people!" said the nun slowly, "This abandoned house was originally the shelter of the poor nun, but to this day, it has been occupied by the chief for several days, and the poor nun and the chief of the Dao have fought twice, but both ended in failure. If the poor nun loses, he doesn't say a word, he turns around and leaves, if the poor nun wins by luck, there is only one small request. ’

Master asked, 'What is the request?'

'Ask the Taoist to answer three questions about the Tao Te Ching. How?'"

Zhang Qingyin frowned: "What kind of medicine is sold in the nun's gourd?"

"Your master also felt strange at the time, and he didn't dare to agree rashly, so he pondered for a moment before saying, 'It's rare that Shitai is so obsessed with Taoist classics. Listen, what do you want to compete with me?'

The nun said, 'I have already told the Taoist chief that it is more difficult to save people than to kill people. The Buddha said: Save a life, win the seventh-level floating slaughter. The poor nun wanted to compete with the Taoist chief to save people. How?'

'How do you try to save people?'

On top of this Buddha hall, in addition to the poor nun and the Taoist, there are also the apprentices of the Taoist, and she pointed at me with her finger and said, the poor nun beat him to death with one palm, first the Taoist will take action, save your apprentice, if you save him, the third competition, the poor nun admit defeat. If the Taoist can't save your apprentice, it doesn't matter, and then the poor nun will show his ability to come back to life and save your apprentice, but in that case, the Taoist will lose, and he has to answer three questions about the Tao Te Ching to the poor nun. ’

'It's nonsense, people's lives are at stake, how can it be child's play. Mrs. Shi still left here as soon as possible, leaving late, and Hugh blamed the old man for being ruthless. ’

The nun smiled wryly: "Why is the Taoist chief angry, the poor nun dares to ask, is the Taoist chief distressed about the life of the disciple, or does he not have the ability to bring the dead back to life at all?"

At this time, I couldn't help but say, 'Mrs. Shi really has the ability to bring the dead back to life, why don't you beat yourself to death with one palm, and then cast a spell to revive yourself?'

When the nun heard this, she smiled slightly, and said, "The little Taoist chief doesn't know that the poor nun needs to recite a scripture to show her ability to come back from the dead, and the poor nun beats herself to death, and if no one recites the scriptures, the spell will not work." Since the chief of the trail can't trust the poor nun, he is unwilling to defy the law. Then, the poor nun will change the target of the spell. ’

The nun said, looking around, and finally picked up a dead fly from the ground and said, 'All beings are equal.' Even a fly should have the right to live. The two Dao Masters, look at it, this is a dead fly...... ' said, letting go of her fingers, and the fly slowly fell from her hand. Fell to the ground, motionless.

The nun bent down, picked up the fly again, and asked, 'Two Taoists, look carefully, is this fly dead?'

Master nodded and said, 'Poor Dao is fortunate today, but I want to see how Master Tai can show her ability to come back to life?'

The nun suddenly put away her smile, with a solemn face, folded her hands, clasped the fly in her palm, closed her eyes, chanted the Buddha's name, and recited a passage of "The Great Prajna Sutra", after that, she opened her eyes, opened her palms, and blew on the fly in her palm, and after a while, the fly struggled with its wings a few times and flew up......"