With the sound of the Buddha's horn, a monk wearing an ochre yellow monk's robe strode up to the purple cloud platform, this person is less than 50 years old, cloth clothes and shoes, the face is radiant, faintly seems to have the flow of Buddha light, it is like a pearl and jade, which makes people spontaneously admire and get close.

Hearing a cold snort, someone stood up and shouted: "My Xuanmen Grand Ceremony, why did a great monk come?

The monk didn't pay attention, but folded his hands and saluted: "It turned out that the Lingbao Sect of Gesoap Mountain was in charge of teaching Qingyang Daojun, and the little monk Yanzhi had seen Qingyang Daojun!"

That Qingyang Daojun is about sixty years old, dressed in a cyan Taoist robe, with a few sparse beards, a straight nose and a square mouth, but his complexion is ruddy and full, obviously he has achieved Xuangong cultivation. He was slightly stunned and surprised: "You recognize me?"

Monk Yanzhi smiled and said: "Pavilion soap Lingbao is from the Shangqing Ge Xuan Ge Xian Weng Sect, is one of the three sects of the scriptures and seals, the ancestors once had a Taixuan Chongde Yi Zhenren, a "Shangqing Lingbao Dafa" is pure, education and persuasion, the little monk has always been extremely respectful, naturally inquired about the life of Qingyang Daojun, although I have not seen it, but I can also recognize the Taoist Jun's spiritual treasure cultivation. ”

Qingyang Daojun snorted, but he was vigilant in his heart, and frowned: "Since you know me, I won't embarrass you, you go down the mountain!"

Monk Yanzhi smiled, shook his head and said, "The little monk is here to ask, how can he leave without saying a word?"

"Asked?" Everyone was furious, and some people shouted, "Ridiculous! I am talking about the Tao of Xuanmen, and your Buddhism is here to ask which Tao?" The Miaoshan Taoist who was serving in the audience also shouted: "Monk, why did you come up? What about the disciples of my Emei guarding the intersection?"

"Amitabha!" Monk Yanzhi pronounced a Buddha call and said with a smile, "How can a monk have the virtue of a good life, how can he kill a living being so easily?" It's just that those disciples of your sect intend to commit murder, and the little monk has no choice but to let them rest for a while......

"Take a break?" Miaoshan Daoren's face changed, and he had jumped to the entrance of the mountain road, only to see several Emei disciples guarding the entrance lying on the side of the road, probing their mouths and noses with their hands, only to feel that they were breathing evenly, obviously being knocked unconscious, but fortunately, their lives were unharmed.

"Who should I be, it turned out to be the Moke head of Zhaojue Temple!" From the pavilion of the Qingcheng faction, an old Taoist slowly stood up and said in a deep voice, "Monk Yanzhi, why don't you meditate in your Nirvana Hall, why did you come to the Emei faction?"

Monk Yanzhi smiled and said: "It turned out to be the true elder of Qingcheng, it has really been a long time! The little monk came uninvited, and he hoped to forgive his sins!"

Zhaojue Temple was once known as Jianyuan Temple, has the reputation of "the first Zen forest" and "the first from the forest" in western Sichuan, and it can be regarded as famous in the Middle Earth Buddhism.

Everyone was attracted by Monk Yanzhi, Xiao Qianli seemed to be paying attention to the movement here, and most of the attention fell on the Xuanguan Daojun on the stage, seeing that he seemed to be indifferent, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

Fortunately, Xiao Qianli's attention has never left the Xuanguan Daojun for half a minute, otherwise, with a generation of leaders like him who is scheming and invisible, how can he easily let people catch his flaws? It's just this subconscious demeanor, Xiao Qian's centrifugation suddenly brightened up—where is this Yanzhi monk uninvited, this Xuanguan Daojun is clearly clear in his heart.

In the Xuanmen Dao of the Chongyang Festival, a big monk suddenly appeared, and there was an unclear relationship with Emei, no matter how you look at this situation, it is a kind of weirdness. Xiao Qianli's eyes had narrowed, and this matter was getting more and more interesting......

Monk Yanzhi gave a Buddhist salute to everyone, and respectfully bowed to the Xuanguan Taoist monarch on the stage, and said with a smile: "The little monk is not to be a villain, but he has studied the Buddhist scriptures for many years, and there is one thing that is always unknown. Hearing that Xuanmen Chongyang was talking about the Tao, the little monk dared to ask for advice. If any of the great sages of the Taoist sect can solve the doubts of the little monk, the little monk immediately apologized to everyone, and immediately went down the mountain. ”

In just a few words, it aroused the anger of the audience, and Elder Zhizhen sneered: "You don't understand the Buddhist scriptures, but you want to ask about the Daomen?

Monk Yanzhi smiled and said: "Otherwise, this scripture is related to Xuanmen Taiqing, so you must ask!"

"Xuanmen is too clear?"

Hearing this, the huge Ziyuntai suddenly fell silent. After a while, Xuanguan Daojun said in a deep voice: "Since it involves my Daomen Sanqing Patriarch, please tell me!"

Monk Yanzhi looked at it and said slowly: "Some time ago, the little monk occasionally got a copy of "Lao Jun Kaitianjing", I don't know who wrote it. It was said in the scriptures: It was the Taishang Laojun who sent the fetus to be a human being...... At that time, the old gentleman must be white, and he can do it, step into the lotus, and even nine, pointing to the sky with his left hand and the earth with his right hand, and telling people: Heaven and the world, I am the only one. ”

Hearing the words, all the Daoists nodded again and again, and the Zhizhen Elder stroked his beard and smiled: "These words are not bad at all. Not only the "Open Heaven Sutra", but also in my Xuanmen, there are many scriptures such as "Huahu Sutra", "Xuan Miao Inner Chapter", "Yixia Treatise" and so on, all of which record this matter. It can be seen that Lao Jun's transformation of Hu is a foregone conclusion!"

Monk Yanzhi smiled, saluted to Elder Zhizhen, and said: "Elder Zhizhen is really well-read and strong, but the little monk has something unknown, how many years has Lao Jun been born?

Elder Zhizhen said with a smile: "Yanzhi, you are the first seat of Zhaojue Moke, it is rumored that you are well-read and memorized, and you study Buddhism, but you don't know my Taoist scriptures, which contains: When King Ding ascended the throne for three years, Lao Jun was born in Qurenli, Li Township, Ku County, Chen County, Chu State, and was born on the night of September 14. At the age of eighty-five, he ordered Yin Xixi to enter Hu. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Qianli flashed in his mind: "Oh no!"

Sure enough, the monk laughed and said: "My Buddha was born on April 8, the twenty-fourth year of King Zhao, and after Nirvana, he was born from three hundred and forty-five years to the third year of King Ding, and in the first year of King Jing, he began to escape with Yin Xi after four hundred and twenty-five years. Isn't it a ridiculous thing to do!"

"What a sharp argument, such a vicious mind!" Xiao Qian's rapid calculations, but his eyes fell on Xuanguan Daojun, and he secretly thought, "What is Emei thinking?

Over the years, Taoism has been suppressed by Buddhism, but he has always encouraged himself with the experience of "Lao Tzu passed the customs and turned into Hu" to seek a little comfort. "Even your Buddhist Shakyamuni is the Taoist patriarch who preached, one day, we will inevitably make a comeback and regain the first sect in the Central Plains!"

What if even the "passing the pass and turning into a beard" were confirmed to be forgeries? Wouldn't it have destroyed the slightest pride of the Taoist people?

The people present are all Taoist elites, so naturally they will not tell lies with their conscience, and they want to refute it, but they don't know where to start. On the huge Ziyun Platform, only the mountain wind was whistling, and there was not even a voice to speak.