The sky was already dark, and from time to time there was a terrifying sound of Yin Qi hitting the seal. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Rao is like this, and it is still difficult to stop the enthusiasm of the people to seek the Tao.

When there were still three streets away from the venue, the front was already surrounded by people and it was difficult to enter, and it was impossible to move. However, there was a dense cloud of air in the sky that reflected the whole of the venue, and the people could see the scene of the Tao no matter where they were. Although there are many people, there will not be accidents in order to compete for positions.

The Taoist disciples were unable to march, so they had to fly towards the venue.

At the same time, people flew up from all directions, and the people of all the sons and hundreds of families almost arrived together.

When the people saw the immortals flying in the sky, they immediately let out an excited exclamation. Although the voice of the individual is not loud, but the group voice is like a burst of thunder, which can be seen in its loudness.

came to the stage, but saw that the black pressure below was overwhelming, and it was full of heads, more than twice as many as yesterday.

The magnitude of the scene is far beyond what anyone can imagine. Although the breath of the people is weak, when they are gathered together, they give people a strong sense of oppression.

When Lu Weidao and Wu Lingzi saw this, they felt that their knees were sore, and they couldn't help themselves. Fortunately, two days ago, they didn't need to play.

There were only three chairs set up on the high platform, and the three of Changjing Zhenren, Changqing Daoist, and Changhuan Daoist sat separately, and the other disciples all stood in line behind them.

In a few moments, the nine high platforms were completely full, and people arrived on those slightly lower platforms one after another.

But most of the leaders of the Nine Great Sects are familiar faces. Buddhism, as the host of this conference, was personally led by the abbot Likong. The other leaders are the Confucian Yu Linfeng, the Mo family Mo Qianshou, the ghost family Sun Boyo, the famous Gongsun Nuo, the Yin and Yang family Chu Tianying, and the demon family Wan Tianpeng.

The person headed by the miscellaneous family was quite young, Xiao Yi had never seen it, and he was secretly surprised. After Changjing Zhenren introduced the disciples in a low voice, he knew that the young man was the newly appointed head of the Miscellaneous Family.

Everyone was amazed when they saw that the master of the miscellaneous family was so young. Xiao Yi thought of Lu Shanglai, and sighed for no reason. However, then I found that on the side of Confucianism, when Nangong Xiaoli, Shen Yirou and others greeted them from afar, they felt warm in their hearts.

There are many talents on the nine high platforms, all of which are about fifteen people. Most of the people on those small platforms withered, most of them only had one person, and the most of them were no more than three people. There is a stark contrast, and the strength and weakness need not be spoken.

Suddenly, Han Li, a disciple of the Legalist family, arrived and occupied a platform alone. But seeing him take out a flag embroidered with the word "law", insert it on the stage, and then sit proudly, it was quite imposing.

Seeing this, Xiao Yi smiled slightly, admiring this person more and more.

The others also took out their flags and planted them themselves. If there is no preparation in advance, take out a piece of cloth and write the name on it, and make a flag temporarily.

In the blink of an eye, flags printed with the words "law", "music", "ku", "light and heavy", "hidden", "art", "rite", "scholar", "filial piety", "book", "business", "work", "say", "skill", "wine", "tea", "chess" and other words were erected one after another.

Until this time, Xiao Yifang knew why people always liked to use the term "hundreds of schools of thought" when they mentioned the various families in Kyushu.

There are two or three hundred small platforms, and most of them have been occupied in the blink of an eye. The flag fluttered in the wind, because of the different colors, the size was different, quite lively, and there were a large number, but the flags of the same color and dull of the nine major sects were pressed down, which was magnificent and magnificent, and it was magnificent.

Xiao Yi looked at the grand scene in front of him, only felt that there was a hot breath in his chest and felt uncomfortable, and he wanted to shout loudly, and exclaimed in his heart: "If it was ten thousand years ago, when the hundred schools were at their peak, what kind of scene would it be?"

Looking at the crowd behind the bunting, most of them are dressed as ordinary people, with different body shapes, uneven fat and thin, different heights, half of them have a secular atmosphere, and they are not pampered and educated people, and their temperament and appearance naturally cannot be compared with the nine major schools.

However, because of their special body shape, it is clear at a glance that they must have special skills, and they are by no means indiscriminate.

Xiao Yi felt a lot, and couldn't help but think: "The hundreds of schools of thought are involved in all walks of life, such as Confucianism, Taoism, and famous ink, but they have the advantage of high learning, overriding the hundred schools, and guiding the direction of mankind. ”

Suddenly, the novelist Wan Jiayan shook the feather fan, belatedly. He looked around, saw other flags, smiled, and had no intention of imitating, and went straight to Taichung to sit down, smiling, looking calm, and posing as a wall-watcher.

Before the conference began, Xiao Yi's mind was already spinning, and various Taoist theories appeared. Seeing that the farmer's platform was still empty, he said in his heart: "Brother Jiang really did what he said, and he will attend the meeting in the future." Thinking of Jiang Baiye's words before parting, he thought for a moment, nodded secretly: "Each faction has different orientations, as far as the peasant family is concerned, the peasant family is not good at discussing the Tao in writing, and it is not meaningful to participate in this conference." The people of the world are inseparable from grains. If there are grains, there are farmers. That's true!"

Just as the hour came, I heard the bell ringing. Xiao Yi was shocked to find that there was a huge bell hanging in the sky on the west side of the square.

The giant bell was three feet tall and short, and the hammer was extremely thick. At this time, the two monks hugged and hit the bell, and they also felt struggling.

The sound of the bell is deep and loud, long and long, and extremely shocking. Tens of millions of people were silent all of a sudden, except for the bells, they were silent and very quiet.

Accompanied by the sound of the bell, the master of the sky chanted loudly: "Hearing the bell, the troubles are light, the wisdom is long, the Bodhi is born, leaving the hell, coming out of the fire pit, and wishing to become a Buddha and save all sentient beings." ”

As soon as the chanting fell, bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded all around.

At some point, the square was already surrounded by shirtless Arhats. I saw all the arhats sitting in the emptiness, three feet and one person, and surrounded the square, not to mention thousands of people.

The arhats hold the Buddha in their hands, their eyebrows are lowered, their treasures are solemn, their expressions are solemn, and in the sound of bells and chanting, their faces gradually exude golden Buddha light.

The Buddha's light became stronger and stronger, connecting into one piece, and under the reflection, even the seal turned into a golden color, completely isolating the gloomy sky.

All living beings bathed in the light of the Buddha, all of them were shaken, producing a sense of being full of gods and Buddhas, and the feeling of awe was like a river bursting the embankment, instantly filling the entire heart.

In an instant, both the local people in Yuzhou and the people from other states who had never believed in Buddhism clasped their hands together and prayed in a low voice for peace of mind.

Although it was inconvenient for the disciples of the hundred schools of thought to hold the Buddha, they also listened carefully to the voice of the Buddha and gradually calmed down.

The bell rang one hundred and eight. Long after the bell stopped, the venue was still silent. At this time, it seems that any bit of noise will desecrate the pure land in the heart.

After a while, Master Likong first recited a sentence of "Amitabha", and then said aloud: "Magnificent China, mighty Kyushu, and a river of 10,000 years of history, with a long history. Sixty years and one Jiazi, five hundred years of reincarnation. This year's Hundred Schools of Thought Conference is the turn of Buddhism to preside. The old Buddha's house is empty, and he is listed as the presiding officer. I hope that all the friends who have come from afar can put aside the differences between the families and assist the old man to jointly complete this conference of 100 schools of thought, so that my 100 schools of culture can make further progress, and also make our Chinese civilization can be inherited forever. ”

With the opening of Master Kong, the 60-year Hundred Schools of Thought Conference finally kicked off. (To be continued.) )