Buddha... chose to surrender and survive in that battle, but he saw with his own eyes that the demons released black mist and killed all living creatures on the earth.
There may be some Xiang Xiner who survived by hiding like this, but there are certainly not many.
But will the demons let go of the powerful Buddha who is in the same realm as the God of War?
They came here to destroy the world, how could they let Buddha go...
And no one has seen the Buddha now, only the Buddha's relics, so the Buddha should be dead.
"Buddhism in the Western Regions is similar to the monks at White Horse Temple. They are all Buddhists."
Qi Xiaoyu asked curiously.
"That's a huge difference. The two factions have almost no contact, and their relationship is not good. It's a bit of an overstatement to describe them as being incompatible with each other, but they really don't like each other.
Buddhism in the Western Regions emphasizes self-cultivation and worships the Buddha, while the White Horse Temple pays attention to saving all sentient beings and worships the Tathagata Buddha. They believe in different gods, so how can we talk about them together?
Both sides say that the other party is practicing false Buddhism."
Han Yun nodded when he heard this. This is nothing more than a dispute between Mahayana Buddhism and Hinayana Buddhism. There is no final conclusion as to which of the two Buddhisms is better or worse.
After learning about the other party's situation, Han Yun was no longer curious.
Soon, the monks on the opposite side came close to them. Several of them put their horses on the roadside and walked along the side.
After all, there are many people on the other side, so we still have to walk. It’s too troublesome to ask people to give way.
When they reached the middle of the team, a burly old monk with a kind face but muscular muscles came out and blocked the way of Han Yun and others.
"Amitabha, the poor monk Dharma Wisdom, has met several donors."
The old monk put his hands together and bowed slightly.
Wang Fugui pondered for a moment and then asked,
"Where have you seen it?"
Everyone looked at him with contempt.
This is a courtesy, okay?
Han Yun scanned the old monk's internal energy with his spiritual consciousness and found that it should be around the third level. He should be a warrior monk.
"The little benefactor is really good at joking. The poor monk is just asking for directions. To go to the Land of Demonic Fall, should you follow this road to the south?"
The old monk smiled slightly.
"Well, not far to the south is Zhaoyang City, and beyond Zhaoyang City is the Land of Demonic Fall."
Wang Fugui pointed lazily behind him.
"Thank you so much for showing me the way. Please allow this poor monk to recite sutras and pray for you in return."
After speaking, the old monk Fahui waved his hands, and thousands of monks behind him chanted sutras in unison.
They also had good intentions, but they couldn't refuse. They thought that it might be over after a while, so there was no harm in waiting for a while.
But gradually, as the Sanskrit music was chanted, the group of them found that their moods became more and more peaceful, with a sense of transcendence.
A quarter of an hour later, everyone showed an intoxicated expression, immersed in the Sanskrit sounds.
The same was true for Han Yun. Under the Sanskrit sound, he felt that his understanding seemed to have increased a lot.
Suddenly, Han Yun's expression changed slightly and he shouted coldly,
"wake up!!!"
His voice contained cultivation. Although the voice was not loud, it was like five thunders striking in the hearts of everyone, and he was instantly freed from the realm of transcendence.
Han Yun looked at the old monk coldly and said,
"Master, this is not right. We showed you the way with good intentions, but you repaid us with kindness and used Sanskrit sounds to confuse us!"
Hearing this, everyone and the guards around were shocked. They had indeed entered a very comfortable state just now. They thought it was the Buddha's sound that calmed the mind, but they didn't expect that they were confused.
Everyone's expressions suddenly darkened, and they looked at the old monk unkindly.
The old monk Fahui put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name loudly.
"The donor has misunderstood the poor monk. The poor monk only cleanses your souls and encourages people to do good."
"You're trying to persuade people to believe in Buddhism. If we really followed your advice, we would probably have knelt down and been ordained as monks by now."
"The donors have a lot of wisdom, so becoming a monk is a great way to do it."
Hearing this, Wang Fugui sneered and said,
"If I remember correctly, the emperor once issued a decree that strictly prohibit foreign sects from entering Dachuan to preach. If you are just going to explore the land of the Demonic Fall, there is nothing wrong with it. The emperor is gracious enough to allow you to enter, but now you are deceiving people and are not afraid of the court.
Blame it?"
"The donor was joking, but the poor monk never meant it."
Wang Fugui wanted to speak again, but Han Yun pulled him, then hit the horse and walked towards the north.
It's not a big deal. Everyone is safe and sound. There's no need to cause trouble. His main goal now is to deal with the leader of the demon sect, and it's not appropriate to conflict with these Buddhist people.
Everyone glared at the old monk fiercely, then galloped forward on their horses, not wanting to spend any more time with these monks.
It wasn't until they were far away from these monks that everyone slowed down their horses.
Wang Fugui's guard captain Zhao Tao took a deep breath and cursed,
"These sanctimonious bald donkeys keep talking about saving all sentient beings every day, but they actually use such a method to save all sentient beings. It's really disgusting. I almost fell into his trap!"
Chai Yuan smiled and said,
"The ones who save all sentient beings are the monks from the White Horse Temple. Those monks are quite upright and occasionally do some good deeds. Bandits are not allowed to exist in the areas where they live.
Those scum of Buddhism in the Western Regions are trying to save all sentient beings into their Buddhism, and they are selfish, so naturally they are different."
"There are no bandits near them because they are only seventy miles away from Luodu City. How can bandits be tolerated near the capital city."
Wang Fugui said calmly.
Everyone was talking to each other, chatting and rushing on their way.
In the evening, because there was no inn, we found a hillside to make do with for the night. Xin'er's food changed from sumptuous dishes to barbecued meats, but the little guy was also strong and could eat anything.
The next day, I walked for another day without encountering any setbacks along the way. Fortunately, I found a large inn at a crossroads on the official road.
This is a major intersection. Going west is to Shuchuan, going to the east is to Chuchuan, and going to the north is to Luochuan. Of course, it is still far away from Chuchuan and Luochuan.
But this inn has already been occupied by many Jianghu people, all of whom are returning from the Land of Demonic Fall, and there are many masters among them.
At this time, it had been three days since they left the Land of Demonic Fall.
It was the time agreed upon by Han Yun and Chen Wuhui.
After eating at the inn, Han Yun led everyone outside the inn.
After walking half a mile south, Han Yun found a large open space. After taking out the compass and measuring it, he felt that it was quite suitable for setting up a formation.
"Everyone, there will be a fierce battle tonight. The enemy I have to face is the leader of the Demon Cult and many strong men under him. This battle is bound to be dangerous. You are far away now. There is still time. There is no need to get involved.
I am in a dispute with the Demonic Cult."
Han Yun looked at everyone and said seriously.
Chai Yuan, Fairy Xuanyi, Qi Xiaoyu and Wang Fugui, none of them left, they all stood firmly in front of him.