The onlookers all breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension that felt like claws scratching their hearts suddenly melted away.
But such an exciting competition was suddenly interrupted, and the outcome became a matter of suspense. Some people couldn't help but feel regrets that they had not yet finished their thoughts.
Everyone recognized the monk who barged in. He was Zen Master Lingzhen of the Xiangshan Temple outside the city. He withdrew his nine-ringed tin staff, stood with his hands raised, and bowed to Yang Chaoxi and the sleepless monk who had separated.
The sleepless monk was shocked and angry when someone pushed away the "dark cloud cover". He wanted to get angry, but he saw that the monk in front of him looked familiar, and the Buddhist rituals were thorough and impeccable. He could only snort coldly: "Ling Ling"
Really, do you want to interfere with my Zhaojue Temple's business?"
Zen Master Lingzhen showed compassion on his face and sang the Buddha's name again before saying: "Junior Brother Sleepless, we are gathered here today to save the Zoroastrian demons. Although we are not allowed to kill, but if we can reduce the number of killings, we will do it."
The merits are immeasurable!”
"Fart! When those dogs burned my temple and killed my guru, did they ever think about killing less people?! They took pleasure in burning and killing, and they took pleasure in torturing me. Did they ever think about what kind of merit they would achieve?! Hahaha
! In this world of rivers and lakes, the law of the jungle is dominated by the strong, and the winner is king. If Buddhism can overcome everything, why are there still killings and endless wars?" The sleepless monk laughed in anger, pointing at Lingzhen and mockingly said.
Zen Master Lingzhen's face was calm, and his words were still unhurried: "I know that Zhaojue Temple was destroyed at the hands of thieves. You have been resentful and depressed for several years, and you have also become hostile to the Jiu surnamed Hu people and the Zoroastrian believers. You think so
The surname is Qiu, and I have endured it for many years, just to avenge those lost classmates... But, can this stubborn obsession and the hatred of being tired of the house and the bird really resolve the hatred in my heart? "
"If I kill a barbarian, my heart will feel better, and if I insult a barbarian, my body will feel better. If I can kill all the barbarians and insult all the barcodes, this vast world of mortals will be the pure land of the Buddha. What else will there be?
Hatred?" The sleepless monk opened his eyes wide and spoke with certainty.
"Killing to stop killing, violence to violence, isn't this the meaning of my sect's teachings? Brother Sleepless, you are blinded by the thought of being killed, which is a sign of raging inner demons. If you continue to persist in your obsession, you may fall into the devil's path until you are beyond redemption..."
Zen Master Lingzhen couldn't help frowning. The hatred in the sleepless monk's heart had long been ingrained, and he could only try his best to explain it. If he wanted to make the sleepless monk wake up with a few words, he also thought that his cultivation of Buddhism was still beyond his reach.
"Red mouth and white teeth, that's easy to say! Lingzhen, put away your condescending and self-righteous attitude! Talking about inner demons and talking nonsense about Buddha nature, how can I lose to you if I don't sleep? If you want me to stop, just use your hands.
See the real chapter!" After the sleepless monk finished speaking, without any further nonsense, he uncovered the copper stick and chopped it down at Zen Master Lingzhen.
"Amitabha! Lingzhen is offended." Seeing that his persuasion was fruitless, Zen Master Lingzhen had no choice but to raise his staff. The copper staff, which could defeat thousands of armies, was immediately stopped in mid-air, making it difficult for him to advance further.
"Uncle Lingzhen!" The martial monks from Xiangshan Temple who came immediately saw that Zen Master Lingzhen had been forced to take action, and couldn't help but exclaimed. He wanted to come forward to help, but was stopped by the monks brought by the sleepless monk.
"It's okay! I haven't seen Junior Brother Wu Mianxiang for many years, and I just happened to have a discussion today, which may help him return to Bodhi. You guys, please step back and don't cause trouble." Zen Master Lingzhen was worried that the monks would conflict with them and hurriedly waved his hands.
stop.
"False benevolence and false righteousness!" the sleepless monk cursed, and the copper stick in his hand became powerful again. A fierce attack swept through it, almost knocking the tin stick out of Zen Master Lingzhen's hand.
Zen Master Lingzhen was also a practitioner of both Zen and martial arts. Under the sway of Gang Qi, his seemingly loose skin suddenly became as hard as iron stone. When the Sleepless Monk swept down his copper stick again, he actually greeted him with his bare hands. Yang Chaoxi who was standing aside saw,
Fang Qidou and others were stunned.
"Crack!" There was a crisp sound, but it was not the sound of bones breaking or tendons breaking.
I saw an extremely heavy copper rod that had been firmly grasped by Zen Master Lingzhen and could no longer move. The sleepless monk was very strong and wanted to pull it, but when his entire face turned the color of pig liver, he still couldn't move it.
It is impossible to take back the bronze rod!
The sleepless monk became angry with shame, took away his hands, made a fist as big as a jealous bowl, and hit Zen Master Lingzhen on the chest and abdomen.
"Bang bang bang..." Several punches were punched in succession, hitting the flesh, making a loud sound. The monks from Xiangshan Temple surrounding not far away were all worried, fearing that Uncle Lingzhen would not be able to withstand it and would die.
However, Zen Master Lingzhen held the copper stick in his hand and his lower body was stable. He looked unconcerned and had a light smile on his face.
Yang Chaoxi looked at it and suddenly remembered what monk Huilang once told him about the "from the outside in" principle of Shimen Kung Fu and the wonderful effect of Gang Qi practice. At this time, things and principles confirmed each other, and unexpectedly from this spiritual
I could see some knowledge in Zen Master Zhen. He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart:
As expected, the method of practicing Buddhism is very different from that of Taoism. Even if some people want to practice both, I am afraid it is just wishful thinking.
The sleepless monk punched him several times, but found that it was like scratching his itch, but it was all useless. The shock in his heart could no longer be increased. He couldn't help shouting: "Lingzhen, you have actually practiced the 'Iron Arhat Kung Fu'!"
Zen Master Lingzhen smiled: "Practice Zen with concentration, practice Kung Fu subconsciously, and practice Zen and martial arts all the time, and the Kung Fu will come naturally. Amitabha! The eight realms of Buddhism, even the poor monks can only cultivate to the 'Prajna realm'."
Monk Sleepless was suddenly in a state of mind. He no longer looked like he was fighting bravely before, but he still said unwillingly: "No more fighting! Your Dharma body is invulnerable to fire and water, and is difficult to penetrate with swords and guns. Today, I admit defeat.
But the nine surnamed Hu people are all people who deserve to be killed. Here today, you can protect them for a while. But the days are long, and you may not be able to stop me tomorrow!"
Zen Master Lingzhen threw the copper stick back, clasped his palms together, bowed his head slightly and said: "My Buddha is compassionate! If you can protect one person for a while, you will have good results for a while; if you can protect one person, you will get one person's merits! If you only know how to protect all living beings,
But turning a blind eye to one person at a time is not delirium."
There was a buzz in the sleepless monk's mind, and he seemed to have some realization. But he still said forcefully: "Lingzhen, I will tell my colleagues about your return to protect the Zoroastrian monster today! So that I can expose your two-faced face.
Zhaojue monks, all retreat! Let’s see how Master Lingzhen secretly works to protect the demon!”
The wild monks who came with him responded in agreement and retreated one after another, leaving behind the panting Luo Changqing and other Zoroastrian leaders, all looking at each other in confusion.
From the beginning of the fight with the Taoist priests of Jingyunguan and Tongxuanguan, to resisting the siege by the Mo Dao team, and then to being besieged by the so-called "Zhaojue monks", Luo Changqing, He Guini, and the three Mages almost
They didn't breathe much, and there were countless wounds on their bodies. At this moment, they stopped suddenly, and exhaustion and pain rushed up together. The five people could no longer hold on, and they all collapsed on the ground and began to examine the wounds and wounds on their bodies bit by bit.
bruises.
That night when Yang Zhaoxi was with Wuhou Pu in Zeshan Square to round up the tiger demon, he actually briefly met Zen Master Lingzhen. At that time, he was holding a Zen staff and standing under the wall of the square. He had an indescribable and silent power. Although he himself
He was not afraid of the sleepless monk, but Zen Master Lingzhen's intervention was actually to help him and the Zoroastrian believers out of trouble, but this favor must be recognized.
Thinking of this, he cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Zen Master Lingzhen, for rescuing the siege! We Zoroastrian people also have the heart to eliminate evil and do good, which coincides with the compassionate heart of Buddhism. What happened today is that these Qiu Bahe
The wild monk is overbearing, so I would like to ask the Zen master to show his caution."
However, Zen Master Lingzhen smiled bitterly: "The purpose of this poor monk's coming here is not much different from that of my fellow apprentice, except that he doesn't like to kill. You, the Zoroastrian, should give an explanation to your colleagues in the world for what you, the Zoroastrian, committed in Tongyuan Canal a few days ago.
Moreover, the saints who came from foreign countries must not enter the city. How can the matters of Zoroastrianism in China be manipulated by foreign nations?"
Yang Zhaoxi suddenly became speechless.
First of all, he did not want to get involved in the dispute between the Zoroastrianism and the Jianghu Rangers. In his opinion, the Zoroastrianism was really wanton in the matter of connecting the Yuan Canal, and it was himself to blame for being besieged by the Jianghu comrades on this pretext.
Secondly, my identity at this time is just a believer. Zoroastrianism has its own way of doing things, and it has its own guardians. The altar master and other leaders will discuss and make a decision. I just said something more, just to tell the Jianghu Rangers not to embarrass these people who have little chance of fighting back.
Just a strong Zoroastrian believer.
Luo Changqing, the Protector of Black Earth, and He Guini, the leader of the Luoyang General Altar, heard the conversation between the two, but struggled to stand up. The two discussed in a low voice for a few words, and then saw He Guini put away the iron ruler and turned to Lingzhen.
The Zen Master cupped his fists and said, "I am grateful to the Zen Master for rescuing the siege! If our colleagues in the Jianghu have objections to my teaching of the holy law of 'discriminating between good and evil, and using evil to control evil', and come here to seek revenge, we have nothing to say. But if the saint is not allowed to enter the city, then
If it goes against the will of the Lord of God, we, the thousands of members of the Zoroastrian religion, will fight to the death even if we are utterly desolate!"
Zen Master Lingzhen sighed and said, "I can tell you clearly, the poor monk, that the Tongyuan Canal has aroused public outrage. This time, Luoyang's followers are almost coming in full force. If the leader of your teaching is willing to subdue the law on his own, you may be able to protect thousands of followers."
No worries. Otherwise today... I'm afraid there will be corpses lying there for miles and blood flowing like rivers."
He Kuini smiled calmly, clasped his fists and saluted, but ignored Zen Master Lingzhen and the others. He turned to look at the dense crowd of believers on the ferry: "Brothers! We are all blessed by God Ahura, so that we can have enough food and clothing, and live and work in peace and contentment.
Today, the Jianghu comrades in Luoyang want to prevent the Holy Lady of my religion from entering the city, and they will start to fight with each other in a short time.
If there are those who are afraid of death and want to live, they can take off their religious uniforms and leave immediately to save themselves. The brothers who remain behind must obey God's will, live and die together, and use their flesh and blood to protect the saints of our religion when they enter the city.
Where to go? Please make your own decision!"
Luo Changqing took the lead and said with a loud smile: "Life is desire, death is righteousness! Sacrificing one's life for benevolence and sacrificing one's life for righteousness is what Luo Changqing has wished for in his life! I will be the first to stay, and I will never tolerate the underlings.
,blaspheme the saint!"
Kang Saiyin, Mina Pu, and Shita Li Mages also stood up: "What we eat is all given by God! What we use is from God! We are willing to stay to protect the saint.
!”
Hundreds of believers had stood up one after another, and the panic and fear in their eyes were replaced by piety. They looked at the protectors, the altar master and Mage with burning eyes, and sang in unison:
"All the spirits in the three realms serve my divine master. They will eliminate evil and spread good, and bring peace to the royal land. The holy fire will be blazing, and all evil will be wiped out. Liberate all our people and free them from all suffering!"
The chanting was so loud that it shook the mountains and rivers!
No one took off their clothes and fled. The Mulan Guards, Horse Archers, Modao Team, Zhaojue Monks, and Xiangshan Temple Monks who came to besiege were all frightened by this momentum!
If people are not afraid of death, why should they be afraid of death?
For a moment, there was silence in front of the ferry, only the echo of the eulogy echoed in the Xianglu Mountain.
"嘘嘚!嘚嘚!嘚嘚..."
A red horse with neat hoofbeats suddenly rushed from the official road entrance and was in front of everyone in an instant: "This is Xiao Zhan! On the order of Duke Xiao, lead all the heroes to go upstream for reinforcements! The enemy is fierce.
Don’t delay!”
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Chen Gu was the first to clasp his fists and said, "I wonder if you have a talisman letter? In addition, how to deal with the Zoroastrian demon here? Please give me your instructions!"
Xiao Zhan's eyebrows froze, and he immediately took out the fish talisman from his arms: "Xiao Gong's fish talisman is here, set off quickly! Don't pay attention to it here!"
When Fang Qidou, Li Miaolan, Chen Gu, Qiu Bumian, and Zen Master Lingzhen saw the fish charm, they all solemnly raised their hands: "I am willing to listen to Commander Xiao's dispatch!"
Immediately, the Mulan Guards, Horse Archers, Modao Team, Zhaojue Monks, and Xiangshan Temple Monks all tidied up their troops, lined up behind Xiao Zhan's red horse, and advanced upstream along the official road. Within a few breaths, they actually walked away.
Clean!
At this moment, a cry came from the Luoshui River near the ferry: "There is a dead person! Look!"
The believers immediately roared, and the noise suddenly erupted, no longer as solemn as before.
Yang Zhaoxi followed Luo Changqing and other leaders, squeezed through the crowd of believers, and quickly came to the waterside:
They saw some warriors in ordinary clothes and the corpses of believers in crimson lotus robes, floating towards them along the Luoshui River!