The dispute between Buddhism and Taoism has been going on for a long time!

Confucianism and Taoism are three religions, Taoism and Confucianism are the same stream, only Buddhism is spread from outside the territory, and it competes with Taoism for Taoism, and has not been welcomed.

Wudang is the authentic sect of the Daomen, the little uncle preaches in Yubi, and the well-informed people in the rivers and lakes all come to hear the wind.

But there was a monk who came to seek the Tao, which people never expected.

Although this monk is really miserable, he seems to have been seriously injured, his shape is like dry bones, his life is dying, and his body is foul-smelling.

But after all, he is also a master of Buddhism who has refined a golden body, King Kong is not bad, and the sword is difficult to hurt, even if he is not lucky, few people present can hurt him!

It is worthy of the madness of Wudang Xiaosan, and even the masters of Buddhism have also attracted it!

How will he climb the mountain?

In every corner, the people in the rivers and lakes were attracted out, silently staring at the stinky monk's every move in front of them, full of fear.

Poof!

Two knives and tofu sounded softly.

Just as the beings appeared, the next moment, their eyes widened, and their eyeballs almost fell off.

They saw that when the stinky monk came to the cliff, he didn't have the slightest intention of vacating the air, but his hands turned into claws, and his ten fingers were like cones and thrust into the hard cliff, and he didn't enter with his hands, and then he climbed into the air little by little.

"......" Everyone was speechless when they saw this, and watched as the stinky monk's figure climbed little by little in this alternative way, ten zhang, thirty zhang, and one hundred zhang......

Each step was incomparably slow, but incomparably solid, rising steadily and orderly, until it reached the depths of the clouds, and gradually disappeared.

The golden body of Buddhism is really ......

Domineering and domineering!

......

The cliffs are steep, perpendicular to the earth, and there is no place to settle.

There is nothing else to think about except to climb to the top with a bang.

If you stumble in the middle, you will fall off the cliff and leave no bones left.

Because of this, when it reached a height of thousands of feet, the cliff was already barren, and there was not even a bird's nest.

At this time, there was an insignificant figure climbing on it, one paw print at a time.

The howling wind in the sky made his body stagger, as if he was about to fall down in the next moment, but he always stubbornly clinged to the cliff like a spider, staggering, but refused to let go.

Tired, so tired, really tired......

The stinky monk gritted his teeth and squeezed every ounce of strength out of his body.

In the past, he had Buddhism in his heart, his martial arts were great, and he subdued all evil demons and foreign ways, and he was known as "Veda is alive, and Vajra is reincarnated"!

But now his martial arts have been abolished, his meridians are broken, and his true qi is completely gone, and he is purely a wasted person.

Except for a body of horizontal alchemy that was comparable to King Kong's lifelong penance, he had nothing but to use this stupid method to climb the cliff.

Even though the body has long been tempered into steel, the strength of climbing with bare hands is gradually exhausted.

In the end, with every breath, the muscles in my body felt as if they were torn, and my chest burned even hotterly.

Don't suffer anymore, as soon as you let go like this, it will be completely relaxed......

A bewitching voice sounded in his heart, but as soon as it appeared, he was instantly burned out by the raging anger.

But he was unwilling, really unwilling......

Obviously he is not wrong, why should he abolish his martial arts and drive him down the mountain?

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?

Jokes, what jokes!

If a butcher who kills people can become a Buddha, then wouldn't everyone kill people and then put a butcher's knife?

My Buddha way, there is revenge, there is revenge!

Sins will be rewarded!

If you don't report it, the poor monk will report it!

That's my Zen ......

Abolish my martial arts! Remove my Dharma name! Drive out of the mountain gate......

If all this is spurned by the Buddhas, then what's the point of me practicing Buddhism?

Why not......

Take down the butcher's knife and become a demon on the ground?

No one can give him an answer!

The stinky monk Buddha's heart was lost, and his face gradually became hideous, but there was still a glimmer of clarity on the spiritual platform.

I heard that Uncle Wudang, a scholar of heaven and man, has advanced cultivation, and is even more aware of the way of heaven on his shoulders and knows the truth of the world, can he give him the answer he wants?

I don't know!

But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must not give up......

The obsession is burning, as if the eternal red lotus karmic fire has burned the remnants of the body, supporting the stinky monk to climb upward, one by one, one by one, with every movement, leaving a shocking handprint, stained with blood.

On the hard cliff wall, the blood-red paw prints with gold gradually formed a line, straight to the sky, and the blood stains gradually dried and never faded.

Thereupon......

From day to night, and from night to day......

Wind and rain, thunder and lightning, clouds, frost and haze......

When you are thirsty, you lick the dew on the cliff, when you are hungry, you will tear the nest head in your arms, and even gnaw on the bitter and poisonous moss......

In the end, the stinky monk's body was already skinny and skinny, and it was as thin as firewood, to the point that the oil ran out of lamps, but the eyes were surprisingly bright, like the stars in the sky, burning out the last glory of life.

Ultimately......

Ten days and ten nights later, the perennial clouds overhead parted abruptly, and the top of the cliff was in front of me.

......

Smack, smack!

The cliff was treacherous, and suddenly one day, a pair of hands as thin as claws stretched out from the edge, clasped the cliff corner, and the fingers were inserted into the rocks, and suddenly exerted force, oozing thick blood.

First I saw a slick head, and then a skeleton-like body with bones clearly visible staggering and dragging up.

Before he could stand firmly, he suddenly swept in with a strong wind from the top of the mountain, and he fell heavily to the ground facing the rocks.

Has the poor monk finally boarded up?

After a long silence, the stinky monk regained a trace of consciousness, and the idea came to him at the first time, and he barely looked up, and a burst of despair rose in his heart.

It turned out that after climbing the cliff, it was a natural stone platform on the mountainside, and there was a lone peak rising in front of him, inserting into the cloud sky, condescending.

Still can't do it?

tried his life hard, but in the end it still seemed to be a failure.

His heart was dark, as if he was about to be swallowed up by endless despair.

But even so, no amount of darkness and coldness could extinguish the fire in his heart.

I still don't regret this death, how can I rest if I still have a thought?

The stinky monk bit the hard ground with his teeth, creaking, blood coming out of his mouth, and moving forward and moving little by little......

His eyes watched, stared, and stared straight at the mountain in front of him.

The flame is not extinguished, it is still burning!

Climb and climb......

"Interesting!" a chuckle broke the silence.

The sea of clouds churned, and a figure like sitting on the clouds suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, and a pair of eyes pierced through the void and fell.

"Interesting! Interesting! I didn't expect that the first person to climb the preaching cliff was actually a monk, do you also want to ask for martial arts from this seat? Monk, report your Dharma name?"

The stinky monk was prostrate and difficult to get up, and little by little he struggled to raise his head, looking up, but he saw that the figure was in front of him, but it seemed to be far away from the sky, unusual and unpredictable.

Heaven and man are different and cannot be snooped on.

His hands trembled, and he said in a low voice.

"The little monk broke the precept and went out of the mountain gate, there is no way to call it, and the seniors can call me ... Nameless Monk!"