That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 328

The monk in white put away the Dharma image of the Great Sun Tathagata, and walked slowly into Zirong Temple, unstoppable.

The Taoists in the Zirong Temple were dumbfounded. They thought that such a big formation on their side would not only drive this monk away, but at the very least, they would be one or two inferior. The five divisions and two divisions will be solved. Could it be possible to rely on disciples like them who don't even have the realm of ghosts and immortals?

But before, there were four holy beasts, and Buddha Dharma, all of which were written by gods. This has long been beyond the realm of ordinary people. Isn't it just a slap in the face for them to go up?Isn't this courting death!

The Dragon King in white ignored these ordinary Taoists and walked straight in.

The three women who had been watching the battle but never made a move saw that the phantom of the four images on the night was somewhat dim, and they understood it in their hearts. Zhang Xueyao smiled and said: "As expected of the Dragon King of Buddhism, the methods are really simple and neat."

Qin Mumian looked in the direction of the Daoshu workshop as far as he could, but was covered by the formation, making it difficult to peek into the situation, and said with emotion: "This is about the fifteenth floor, and Zhang Zhaonu is no more than that."

Tang Shengyue said calmly: "People in the three religions are different from us. Climbing to the realm is the easiest. After all, there are many people who have ascended in the sect. There are people in the court who are good at being officials, and there are people in the sky who are good at cultivating Taoism. I can't envy you."

Zhang Xueyao laughed softly: "Looking at the world today, the only ones who can be called ancestors are Taoist ancestors and Buddha ancestors."

Qin Mumian withdrew his gaze, gloating and said: "Buddhism and Taoism seem to have the same spirit, but in fact they are sharing the same bed and different dreams. They both want to destroy each other, but no one can do anything about it. Now that the Taoism is in chaos, the Buddhism is in a hurry. Jumping out patiently, it seems that the 50 years of Daoism's leadership has really oppressed Buddhism enough."

After all, Tang Shengyue's White Lotus Sect has a great relationship with the Pure Land Sect of Buddhism. She did not agree with Qin Mumian's words, and her words were as plain as ever. One step, either go up to another floor and take the whole world into your pocket, or fall from the top and fall to your blood."

Qin Mumian smiled lightly: "It's not easy to go up to the next floor."

Zhang Xueyao stretched out her hand to hold the sword box next to her, "Whether it's the imperial court, Buddhism, or our Jianzong, in fact, none of them can be regarded as the life-and-death enemy of the Taoist sect. The real enemy of the Taoist sect is never outside, but inside."

Qin Mumian was noncommittal about this, and suddenly asked: "I heard that Qiuyue has faced the wall in the Buddhist ancestral court for 50 years. What do you think he is now?"

Tang Shengyue shook her head and said, "I can't guess, it should be on the seventeenth or eighteenth floor."

Qin Mumian said softly: "A Buddhist dragon king has this level of cultivation. As the abbot of Buddhism, how can Qiuyue be lower than the eighteenth floor? Your brother Lan Yu said that there are only three eighteenth-floor realms in the world. I think he is Just deceiving yourself."

Tang Shengyue said calmly: "The Tianji list made by Lan Yu listed ten people in the world. Except for No. 1 Qiuye, there is no doubt that the other nine people are controversial. Take Zhang Zhaonu as an example, if he is truly the ninth person in the world , how could he easily die in the hands of Murong Xuanyin."

Zhang Xueyao frowned and said: "I always feel that Lan Yu has a plot, and it's a big plot. After all, Xiao Xuan is pressing every step of the way, he will not sit still and make a list of secrets like this, but for whom is he covering up?"

Qin Mumian laughed softly: "That's what Xiao Xuan should worry about, regardless of our affairs."

Zhang Xueyao frowned, and said in relief: "That's true."

Just as the three women were speaking, the Dragon King in white had already arrived at the main hall of Zirong Temple.

There is no luxurious atmosphere in the hall as the world imagines. Except for an ancient Taoist statue, there is only a picture of Tai Chi Pisces carved on the ground.

There is a futon in the middle of this black and white Pisces, and a Taoist who looks about sixty years old sits cross-legged on it, holding a dust whisk in his hand, with white hair and a childlike face, with a fairy-tale demeanor.

Seeing the old Taoist, the monk in white clasped his hands together and saluted, without seeing the vajra glaring on his face, he said with a gentle smile, "The poor monk has seen Fellow Daoist Du."

Du Haichan said with a faint smile, "Dragon King, the last time we met was at the Obon Festival ten years ago."

The Yulan Basin Festival is the Ghost Festival, which is often said by the people. However, according to the Buddhist rules, on July [-]th, Buddhist disciples will hold a "Ulan Basin Dharma Assembly" to worship the Buddha and monks. To help all suffering beings in the six realms, and to thank parents for their love and kindness.

Of course, the Taoist school also has another saying, thinking that the Sanyuan Festival is the birthday of the Heavenly Official Emperor, the Local Official Emperor, and the Water Official Emperor, and the Zhongyuan Festival is the birthday of the Local Official Emperor, which is used to forgive the sins of the dead souls, but the Taoist school does not attach great importance to this. , so this saying is not as widely spread as the Buddhist Obon Festival, and it is not widely known.

Every time the Yulan Basin Festival, Buddhist temples in the world will hold grand gatherings. Ten years ago, the Yulan Basin Festival was held at the Dabaoen Temple. Du Haichan also went there in person. The monk attended the Ulan Basin Festival in Dabaoen Temple as a servant of the Buddhist abbot, and thus got acquainted with Du Haichan.

The Dragon King in white smiled and said, "It's like yesterday."

Du Hai Chan said: "Then why is this so?"

Dragon King said: "Du Zhenren knows it well, why bother talking?"

Du Haichan nodded and said: "In this case, Pindao will not engage in verbal disputes with you monk. I have long heard that Buddhism emphasizes not moving. Pindao is sitting here today and let you do it. Can you let Pindao leave this place?" The center of the formation depends entirely on your means."

The Dragon King smiled and took a step forward.

How important is this step?

The entire Zirong Temple was shaking endlessly, almost moving mountains.

The next moment, his whole body was shining with golden light, and a round of colorful backlight bloomed behind his head, shining brightly, illuminating all directions, like a living Buddha descended from the Buddha Kingdom.

He suddenly stomped his feet, and a Taoist temple not far from Zirong Temple actually "bounced" abruptly from the ground.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

It is said that immortals can move mountains and seas. Today, the Dragon King forcibly moved mountains by himself.

After the Taoist temple was uprooted, it could still remain intact, flying into the air, but most of its original location had collapsed, and there were fragmented scenes everywhere, and even the buildings connected to it were crumbling. The worry of collapse.

The Dragon King directly broke through the roof of the main hall and flew into the sky, held up the Taoist temple with his hand, and then threw it directly to Du Haichan below.

Obviously, the Dragon King wanted to imitate the story of the Buddha back then and use mountains and rocks to suppress Du Haichan.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of the picture of Pisces, Du Haichan didn't dodge or dodge, and even closed his eyes in the end, neither smelling nor looking.

A Taoist temple slammed down, smashing the main hall of Zirong Temple, and at the same time completely suppressing Du Haichan.

The white-clothed monk did not intend to stop or hold back his hands at all, and did the same thing, picking up another Taoist temple and smashing it down again.

After repeating this more than ten times, a total of twelve Taoist temples were smashed down.

The original Zirong Temple has been buried in the ruins.

Dust rose and filled the sky.

It lasted for more than half a stick of incense before the dust settled.

(End of this chapter)