Step by step, walk up to the statue's forehead.

Step into people's hearts step by step.

He turned around, unfolded his robes, fluttered his sleeves, and faced the believers sitting cross-legged on top of the statue of the God of Fire. He glanced at the blazing sun in the sky and exclaimed, "Life, it should be as dazzling as fire!"

For a time, two completely opposite images of gods and Buddhas harmoniously blended together.

The majestic God of Fire Zhu Rong holds the Suzaku flag in his hand, looking down at all living beings with his eyes wide open in anger.

The insignificant and troubled master is holding the rosary in his hand, with a peaceful face and compassionate eyes.

Hundreds of believers stopped to kneel and worship, then stood up and stared at the shining bald head above the statue of Vulcan with angry expressions on their faces.

Miao Zhu, who was standing at the front, looked up at Nan Nan with his eyes blazing and said, "Master Nan Nan, what do you mean?"

"Isn't the meaning obvious? Then let me just say it..." Nanla smiled slightly and said, "I really want to have a few words with your Great God Zhu Rong, so I ask you ordinary people to leave for now."

Miao Zhu snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes and said, "Buddhism and Taoism have never been in conflict with each other. They are not in the same department. What is there to talk about!"

"You are so narrow-minded," Dibu Jibu Xu said, "We all live in the world. If there is competition, there must also be cooperation. It is legitimate to chat occasionally."

"You can talk if you want to? Have you asked Great Master Zhu Rong for his opinion? Have you asked me for the opinion of a thousand followers?"

"First, it's not that I want to talk, it's that Buddha wants to have a few private words with Master Zhu Rong. It's inconvenient for you to wait here! Second, I will ask Master Zhu Rong for his opinion soon. You are so quick to do so.

Even... thirdly, do I need to ask ordinary people like you for your opinions on matters between gods and Buddhas?"

"You're really good at raising banners..." Miao Zhu sneered, "Ask now, ask in front of us! I want to see if Lord Zhu Rong will pay attention to you!"

"You are really stubborn. How can you get close to the hearts of gods and Buddhas when you are so suspicious..." Nana sighed softly, put his left hand on his chest, pressed his right palm on the head of the statue of the God of Fire, and said with a solemn expression, "Poor

The monk is a disciple of Zhuguo Temple and is in trouble. Today he sincerely comes to visit and ask the great Red Emperor Zhurong if he is willing to discuss the Tao with me, the Buddha."

The lingering sound fell, and the place fell silent. Everyone was waiting for Vulcan's answer, or waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

One breath, two breaths...ten breaths later, still no response.

Just when Miao Zhu was about to sneer at Nan Li, a powerful voice suddenly sounded from under Nan Li's body, "Yes!"

Everyone was startled by this voice, because their eyes had been on Nan Le, and Nan Le had not spoken at this time, so where did this voice come from, and who made it...

...The answer is obvious, it can only be the majestic God of Fire.

Therefore, while the voice was still echoing, many believers knelt down again without hesitation, with fanatical looks in their eyes.

Even Chu Yunqiao and Hua Fei stared at the statue of the God of Fire in shock, and couldn't help but start to respect the difficulty of being able to communicate with gods.

Only Shen Xiaojia, who was standing outside the crowd, looked at Nan with a strange expression and muttered, "So ventriloquism has such a wonderful effect... This bald man has the potential to be a magician. Maybe we can get rich together in the future."

…”

Miao Zhu glanced around at the believers kneeling on the ground. Although he knew that the sound could not be made by the God of Fire, he could only hold his nose and recognize it. After all, he had done this before. He frowned and said, "Since Lord Zhu Rong

I agree, then...where is your Buddha? You will be punished by God for deceiving the great god!"

"The trust between people is so shallow..." Nana shook his head, looked sideways at the temple and said, "Originally, I, the Buddha, did not want to disturb the lives of the world, but now I have to shed a few rays of Buddha's light... It's just that

If you persecute the gods and Buddhas like this, you may not be able to continue to serve as the priests of the Fire Temple after today. How can people who don’t believe in gods and Buddhas always be by their side!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many believers looked at Miao Zhu with strange eyes, and even began to suspect that the reason why their previous wishes were not realized was not because the great god Zhu Rong did not hear him, but because he was annoyed that Miao Zhu was always around, so he was unwilling to use his magical powers.

Rescue them.

Miao Zhu noticed the change in the eyes of the believers, and said with a livid face, "As long as you can make the Buddha appear, I will leave, and... from now on, I will never take a step closer to the Fire Temple!"

Nanna shook his head and sighed, and said with a calm face, "Amitabha, donor, why are you doing this? The poor monk just said that you should no longer hold the post of temple blessing, not that you should not worship gods and Buddhas... Could it be said that you have started from the beginning?

In the end, you don’t really want to worship gods and Buddhas, but you just regard it as a boring task?"

"You..." Miao Zhu felt that the eyes on him became hot in an instant, and immediately blushed and said, "Don't slander anyone. I have served the Great God Zhu Rong for more than thirty years. I am diligent every day and have a sincere heart.

It’s a lesson! You say so many baseless evil words. Could it be that you know that you can’t make Buddha reveal his magical powers, and you are afraid that you won’t be able to get off the stage? In fact, it doesn’t have to be like this. As long as you kneel down and kowtow to the great god Zhu Rong, this matter can be solved...

…”

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Nan Li's body again, and it was equally hot.

Shen Xiaojia, who was watching the show with his arms folded, sighed, "Sure enough, Taoism is different and they don't collude with each other. I didn't expect that the doctrinal dispute between Buddhism and Taoism in Baima Pass has reached such a fierce level."

Chu Yunqiao, who was on the side, frowned slightly and said in confusion, "What Miao Zhu said is not a vicious word, and it's not to the point of life and death. It can't be said to be cool..."

"For a monk to worship a Taoist god, isn't this more outrageous than taking his life? The Taoist leader prays for immortality, while the Buddhist leader preaches reincarnation and rebirth. The two are born and die, and they are incompatible. It seems that what the bald man did today

Not just to help us, but to take advantage of the opportunity to monopolize the city..." Shen Xiaojia tilted his head and looked at Nan with a playful expression, "In this case, I am somewhat looking forward to the skills he will show next.

, I think I have been preparing for this for a long time!"

Chu Yunqiao and Hua Fei suddenly understood, and they both looked at Nan with excitement, as if they were waiting for the big show to begin.

Under the attention of everyone, Nanru sighed again, then stopped speaking, slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and moved his lips slightly.

A soft Zen sound sounded.

Golden light cracked the clouds and came down from the nine heavens, spreading all over the city, and the Buddha's light shone universally.

The figure on the statue of the God of Fire is covered with a layer of bright golden light, just like the Buddha.

In an instant, everyone in the audience felt a sense of peace and tranquility for no reason, and they couldn't help but want to sing along.

Miao Zhu's face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of unwillingness and ferocity flashed in his eyes. He secretly winked at the two loyal followers with swords following him, and slowly raised his right hand, with the cuff of his sleeve facing away.

Put it on your right arm and press it gently.

call out!

A short arrow suddenly burst out and shot straight towards Nan, as fast as lightning.

At the same time, the two loyalists of the temple suddenly drew out the steel knives from their waists, jumped up high and struck at the enemy, the blades gleaming with cold light.

Unfortunately, he still closed his eyes tightly, but as if he saw the short arrow and the two knives, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he recited a sentence of Amitabha, raised his right hand upward, and then downwards slowly and violently in appearance. Pressing the button, he shouted in a low voice, "The Great Merciful and Great Compassion Purdue Hand!"

A huge palm print suddenly gathered at the Buddha's light in the clouds, roared down, and with unparalleled wind and thunder, pressed the two steel knives and the short arrow into the dust.

Bang! The floor tiles shattered and the ground sank, creating a large pit the size of a palm.

Lying at the bottom of the pit lay a trembling Miao Zhu, his two loyal followers, the short arrow and two knives.

At this moment, dozens of novice monks in white monk robes suddenly walked out from the left and right sides of the Fire Temple. They sat around the Fire Temple, clasped their hands and closed their eyes, continuing to chant difficult Zen chants. read.

In an instant, the sound of Buddha in front of the Fire Temple was so powerful that it shook the whole world.

A Buddha image, more majestic than the statue of the God of Fire, was formed behind Nanlao. He closed his eyes and smiled, and his appearance was solemn.

Nian looked at Miao Zhu below with pity, and smiled calmly, "Miao Blessing Donor, what else do you have to say now? It was a matter that could have been discussed carefully, but it is all your fault that it has led to the current situation. The retribution of seeking... Because of you, from now on, the sentient beings in Baimaguan City will have no choice but to abandon other dharma and believe in Buddhism alone..."

Miao Zhu struggled to stand up in embarrassment. He was about to argue a few words, but found that he could not move or even utter a word. He twisted his neck with a look of horror and looked somewhere behind him.

A hundred steps away, a blue figure flashed through the crowd, stopped suddenly under the statue of the God of Fire, patted Miao Zhu on the shoulder, and said indifferently, "You can't convince him, let me try. !”

For the first time, his troubled expression changed slightly, and he stared straight at the young man in blue and said, "Wen Ren is silent, why are you here to join in the fun? This is a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism. You eat the food of the common people." Confucianism should not cause trouble..."

Wenren silently glanced helplessly at Shen Xiaojia, who was not far away, and said with a wry smile, "I don't want to join in the fun. I originally just wanted to be an observer silently, help my master see clearly that person's thoughts, and then go back... But in reality I can’t stand it anymore. It’s hard for me to imagine the scene where all the people in Baimaguan are shaved bald. It’s so terrifying! So, I have no choice but to boldly discuss the truth with the difficult master!”

Nanru also glanced at Shen Xiaojia and chuckled, "Interesting! I didn't expect that gentleman to have other thoughts. The world is really becoming more and more interesting... Since you want to discuss things with me, then take a Let me see your reason first, so as not to waste everyone’s time later because you are not morally competent enough!”

Wenren nodded humbly and politely, pulled off a book from his waist, took out a wolf-brush pen, and quickly wrote down a few words while saying loudly, "Ziwuyu! Strange power and chaos." !”

As soon as the words fell, an invisible force of energy rippled out from the scroll, scattering the mighty Zen sounds and the majestic Buddha image behind him.

It also spread the light of clouds in the sky.

Just when everyone in the audience was in awe, under the red pagoda of Zhuguo Temple, a middle-aged man wearing a torn Taoist robe and a stubble on his face withdrew his eyes from the Wu Chi Pang Qingling tablet, and instead looked at the place where the Buddha's light was scattered, faintly

With a sigh, his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.

Tens of breaths later, a red wooden sword fell from the clouds above the statue of the God of Fire, and penetrated deeply into the floor tiles, leaving several crooked cracks on the ground, like a bolt from the blue.

The middle-aged man in the torn Taoist robe slowly floated down and stood on the hilt of the sword. His messy hair was fluttering in the wind. He took off the gourd from his waist, pulled out the cork, took a big gulp, and said casually, "The way can be said, it's very good."
Chapter completed!