The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

The monks arrived one after another, sat cross-legged in front of their respective square formations, and then closed their eyes to rest.

"You seem very much looking forward to it?" Li Changxiao looked at Liu Qingxi.

This taciturn man showed a rare lively expression.

Liu Qingxi nodded, "Of course."

"For me, this escort is just a matter of convenience."

"I never expected that I would be so lucky to encounter such a grand debate as soon as I arrived here."

"It's my luck."

Liu Qingxi's voice was calm but mixed with a hint of excitement.

Zhang Dao Ke let out a chuckle, looked at Liu Qingxi, and suddenly laughed. He didn't expect that this taciturn person would actually believe in Buddhism.

Liu Qingxi frowned and looked at Zhang Daoke, "Don't you think that thousands of people debating the Dharma and the collision of various profound thoughts is an exciting event?"

"It is so magnificent! If there really were Buddhas in the world, they would certainly feel happy."

Zhang Daoke grinned, and the hideous scar on his left eye added a bit of gangster spirit to his face.

He smiled and said, "In my opinion, it's just a bunch of talking. It's not as exciting as a thousand people fighting, thousands of martial arts, and every blow drawing blood."

"How vulgar." Liu Qingxi cursed back.

Li Chang smiled and watched the two people arguing without saying anything.

For him.

Rather than the debate, the first thing he noticed was the people who came to listen.

There was a middle-aged man who kowtowed every three steps, his cracked lips constantly closing as he muttered Buddhist words that only he could hear.

A woman holding a child came to receive the baptism of Buddhist teachings.

It seems that everyone is looking forward to it and has great faith in it.

……

Soon, the battle for Dharma began.

The monks in the field chanted scriptures and beat wooden fish.

The imagined heated argument did not occur.

There was only the sound of chanting and wooden fish, rising and falling in waves.

To outsiders, the debate, which seemed to be unresolved, lasted until the afternoon.

It seems that it is difficult to distinguish the winner.

Sudden .

There was a noisy sound among the crowd.

Follow the sound and look.

I saw a monk jumping towards me, and under his loose robes, the space where his left leg should be was empty.

"saint…"

"It's a saint!"

A cry of surprise came from somewhere in the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, the onlookers knelt down together.

Extremely pious.

The admiration in his eyes didn't seem fake.

"Saint?" Li Changxiao was confused.

There were three parties in this debate: the first party: Changxiang Temple, the second party: Luji Temple, and the third party: Qizong Temple.

This saint who arrived late was the great monk of Changxiang Temple.

His appearance tipped the balance of victory in this long-lasting Buddhist dispute towards Changxiang Temple.

The one-legged monk who is called a saint looks ordinary and does not give people the feeling of great wisdom.

The most conspicuous thing is the missing left leg.

Maybe you can't judge a book by its cover.

Perhaps inside this ordinary and slightly imperfect body, there is a sincere and profound heart?

The "saint" jumped and sat in the center of the square formation of Changxiang Temple.

Then, he recited Buddhist scriptures silently.

Knocking the wooden fish.

This set of actions alone put great pressure on Luji Temple and Qizong Temple.

It seemed as if as long as it came from his hand, it would have added tremendous power.

"Old Zhang, do you understand?" Li Changxiao asked.

Zhang Dao Ke shook his head. The local natives of Focheng seemed to be watching with great interest, but he really couldn't understand it.

I even felt annoyed and stuffed cloth strips into my ears early to block out the sound of the scriptures and the wooden fish.

The monks from these three camps started chanting sutras and beating wooden fishes.

Buddhist principles and human nature, Buddhist thoughts, laws, origins, etc., did not appear in this debate.

I thought it would be a lively scene with thousands of people arguing.

Who would have thought it would be so dull, uninteresting and extremely disappointing.

Don't say he doesn't understand.

Li Changxiao has lived for so long, but he still doesn't quite understand it.

Liu Qingxi, on the other hand, looked enlightened, "It is indeed a dispute over Buddhism."

This statement came out.

It immediately attracted Li Changxiao's attention.

No, it's not just him.

Even Mu Qin, Si Nian, and Li Tianyu, who were not far away, turned their heads to look over.

Then, he quietly moved towards this side.

Eavesdrop on how he answers.

"Master, you don't understand either?" Si Nian looked at Mu Qin.

Mu Qin said calmly, "How can I know everything about the world? Let's hear what the young master's guard has to say."

Liu Qingxi slowly explained: "The dispute over Buddhism is not just about the benefits of words. As the saying goes, the truth cannot be expressed in words. This also applies to Buddhism."

"In fact, the battle has already begun, and every minute and every second is extremely dangerous."

"So, this first competition is about endurance!"

Liu Qingxi frowned slightly, and was determined to say something shocking.

Zhang Dao Ke thought it made sense and agreed with it. Otherwise, he couldn't explain why these bald donkeys would sit here for an entire afternoon.

Li Tianyu shook his head, thinking it was not right. A fight between Buddhists for endurance? Not very likely.

And as far as he knew, by observing the reactions of onlookers.

This Buddhist dispute...

It seems to have reached its climax.

Mu Qin frowned, "Let's take a look."

at this time.

The crowd exclaimed again.

It seemed that another eminent monk had come here to participate in the Dharma debate.

The man was using a crutch, his eyes were cloudy, and he seemed to be blind. He also did not have any skills such as "mind's eyes" and needed to be led by someone to grope his way forward and move slowly.

The blind old man sat down in the square formation of the Lukji Temple.

Subsequently.

Recite Buddhist scriptures.

Knocking the wooden fish.

And the moment he appeared, the Seven Sects Temple, the only one without a "big shot" in charge, seemed to be under tremendous pressure.

The monks in their formation began to break out in cold sweats and clenched their teeth.

After all the calls came out.

There is still no monk of this level in charge of the Qizong Temple.

But in this Buddhist dispute, at this most critical moment, a fat monk took out the "holy weapon!"

It is a yellow bracelet.

With the help of this magical instrument, the three parties have restored their situation of being equal and checking each other.

last of the last.

The scene of the three-party debate and clash of ideas that Li Changxiao imagined still did not appear.

He also didn't know how this dispute over Buddhism ended.

It seems like I've been sitting there for too long.

The monk with a big belly and holding a magic weapon suddenly felt a stomachache, so he hurriedly announced his defeat and evacuated with the team from the Seven Zongs Temple.

Then, there was a confrontation between Changxiang Temple and Luji Temple.

The one-legged monk failed because he was exhausted and fainted on the spot.

The final winner is Luji Temple.

……

When leaving.

Zhang Daoke cursed and kicked a stone on the side of the road, complaining, "I wasted a whole day, and this is all I saw? I might as well find a girl from the Western Regions and have a good time with her."

He cursed and swore, but he still didn't feel relieved at this point. There were some things in his heart that he had to say out loud. However, after years of wandering around in the world, he knew that trouble comes from the mouth, so he stopped in time.

But he didn't say it.

But someone else spoke for him.

A young man who was also a visitor started to curse, "Bah, this is a shitty Buddhist city, I think they are just a bunch of liars!"

The voice just fell.

The natives around and the monks wandering on the street all looked over at once, their eyes dangerous, staring at the young man who had just spoken.