The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 127: Suppressing the Thoughts of Buddhism
The blue water reflects the sky, the boat shadows ripple, the green bamboos along the shore are swaying, and the ancient trees are towering. The boat is silent, with only the gentle ripples of the water and the quiet sound of birds singing in the forest.

Wang Yi, dressed in a green shirt, sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, his eyes calmly reflecting the world in front of him. His sleeves fluttered, his long hair flew, and his invisible divine will permeated the surrounding void, creating waves of invisible ripples.

With the help of invisible divine will, the boat moved quickly and steadily on the winding and undulating river surface. The bow of the boat split the blue waves, creating layers of ripples and distorting the world in the river.

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, sat cross-legged in the middle of the boat, looked up at the sun in the sky, lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked slowly, "Where are you going north this time, Taoist priest?"

In just seven days, they had already left the border of Dali. The speed was amazing. In the past few days, he was shocked by the magic displayed by the Taoist priest and his mind was numb.

That is why he was extremely eager for the so-called Daoist Mystical Method, which was countless times more eager than the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Only by seeing it with one's own eyes could one understand how powerful the Taoist was and how magical and mysterious the Mystical Method he practiced was.

"Suzhou, Wuxi, meeting a true hero." Wang Yi opened his lips slightly, his tone quite emotional.

Qiao Feng, Xiao Feng! He is a man of bold and straightforward character, with great righteousness. He is a true hero who is rough on the outside but kind on the inside, chivalrous and tender. However, his Khitan origin led to his tragic life.

In order to stop the war between Song and Liao, he betrayed Liao and held the monarch hostage. Because of his identity as a Khitan, he had nowhere to stay in the Song Dynasty. Feeling deeply sad about having nowhere to stay in such a big world, he broke his arrows and committed suicide to thank heaven and earth, which truly interpreted what a great chivalrous person is.

This true hero of the world is worthy of him to meet.

"A true hero?" Jiumozhi showed a look of surprise. What kind of hero could be called a true hero by the Taoist in front of him?

"Let's not talk about these irrelevant things. What do you think about the matter I mentioned?" Wang Yi had no intention of having a deep conversation.

Jiumozhi fell silent again after hearing this. After a while, he frowned and said, "Joining the Niming Pavilion, serving as the owner of the Treasure Tower, and spreading the profound Dharma for the Taoist priest, these are all fine. But abandoning Buddhism and joining the Tao, and suppressing Buddhism... I dare not do it."

He dared to abandon Buddhism and join Taoism, but he did not dare, or rather, he was unwilling to do so.

After all, he had practiced Buddhism for half his life, and he could not and was unwilling to completely abandon his beliefs.

Wang Yi's eyes were calm and his tone was calm: "The temples have occupied a lot of land and houses, and invaded the people. The monks do not engage in production, and do not perform military service or labor. How many people in this world avoid taxes in the name of becoming a monk? How many people avoid disasters in the name of laying down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha?"

"The development of fields and the increase of population are the foundation of a strong country. If everyone abandons their loved ones and every family dies without descendants, how can the world's population continue? If there is no one to fight, no one to work, and no one to pay taxes, the country will perish and the people will disappear."

"Why did the Three Wus and One Zong destroy Buddhism? It is not difficult to understand with the wisdom of the King of Wisdom. If it were not for the ability of Buddhism to guide people to be good, it would not be as simple as suppressing Buddhism..."

“If the Ming King does not want to, someone in the future will change the Buddhist temple into a Taoist temple, change Sakyamuni to the Heavenly Lord, change Bodhisattva to the Great Master, change Arhat to the Venerable Master, change monk to the Virtuous Master… and carry out a grand move to destroy Buddhism with Taoism.”

At the end of his speech, Wang Yi chuckled inexplicably. He thought of the ruthless Taoist Lin Lingsu, and wondered if he was born at this time?
Jiumozhi's face changed in shock, but he quickly reacted. The Three Wu Sects and One Sect had not destroyed Buddhism, let alone the man of the future mentioned by the Taoist. This must be a false threat from the other party.

However, what the other party said was indeed reasonable. However, as a Buddhist, his stance on the issue was naturally biased. Although what the other party said was reasonable, he could not agree with it completely.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "The Sixth Patriarch's Platform Sutra says: The Dharma is in the world, and it is inseparable from the worldly awakening. Seeking Bodhi away from the world is like seeking the horns of a rabbit. The Lotus Sutra says: I will lead all sentient beings into Nirvana and save them. The Avatamsaka Sutra says: Seek all wisdom and purify the sea of ​​​​mind. The Heart Sutra says: When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and overcame all suffering."

Jiumozhi stood up slowly with a serious expression, put his hands together and bowed, saying: "The teachings of Buddhism are to save all living beings. And saving all living beings does not mean to stay away from the secular world. To awaken in the secular world and to practice in the secular world, some things are unavoidable. Taoist priest, generalizing from a single case is really biased..."

"Haha..." The laughter was not loud, but full of sarcasm.

"What do you mean, Taoist priest? Is what I said wrong?"

Wang Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the river flowing backwards rapidly under the boat, and smiled faintly: "To save others, you must first save yourself. If you can't even save yourself, how can you save all living beings? No matter how good it sounds to save all living beings, how many people in this world can escape from the sea of ​​suffering? No matter how good the doctrine is, it will change under the evil heart. If it is not restrained, Buddhism will eventually cause endless disasters..."

"Even a great monk like Ming Wang cannot save himself, so one can imagine the character of the rest of the Buddhist sect... I am not generalizing, this is the drawback of Buddhism... Since we know the drawbacks, we should correct them. Ming Wang, do you think this is the truth?"

Jiumozhi looked unhappy, frowned and thought for a long time, then argued: "What the Taoist said is true, but since the Three Wus and One Sect destroyed Buddhism, Buddhism has been seeking change. But change takes time, and forcibly suppressing things will only distort the teachings of Buddhism to save all living beings."

"Heh... removing the dross and retaining the essence, washing away the dross. How come in the mouth of the Ming King, it becomes an act of distorting the doctrine?"

"I am unwilling to do this matter. Taoist priest, please seek help from someone else." Jiumozhi stared at Wang Yi's back, his tone sounding very low.

As the Tubo State Master, if he really did this, he would definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame in Buddhism. Although he was not a person who cared about his reputation, he was unwilling to do such a thing that would be infamous for thousands of years.

"If the King Ming doesn't want to, then forget it... I can't force him too much..." Wang Yi shook his head and slowly closed his eyes.

Jiumozhi was stunned. Did the other party give up trying to persuade him? After waiting for a long time, he saw that Wang Yi really had no intention of persuading him. This made him feel uncomfortable, and all the arguments he had prepared in his mind became useless.

"As long as the Taoist priest teaches me the profound method of entering the Dao, I am willing to join the Ni Ming Pavilion and spread the profound method for you..."

"No hurry... When the time comes, I will teach you the Mysterious Law of the King."

"This..." Jiumozhi frowned, sat down cross-legged with a helpless look, closed his eyes and tried to calm his impatience.

Wang Yi ignored Jiumozhi's thoughts, and his mind gradually calmed down. He referred to the Jade Bone Golden Body Technique he had learned from the main world, and made the most subtle adjustments to his foundation.

This is what he has been doing. The foundation of invincibility is very important. It is related to potential and combat effectiveness, and it cannot be taken lightly in the slightest.

The Jade Bone Golden Body Method emphasizes the cultivation of both inside and outside, with body training as the foundation, Qi and blood as the guide, and divine will as the direction. It pursues the perfect unity of essence, Qi and spirit, and then peeks into the laws of heaven and earth and achieves the supreme Dharma body.

When this method is perfected, one will have unparalleled defense and limitless strength, and can easily defeat a barbarian elephant. In addition, with strong recovery ability, one will become more courageous as the battle goes on.

Hua Hua Hua...

Rumble…

The sound of blood flowing was like the sound of a river, mixed with roars of thunder. Blue arcs of electricity as thick as thumbs appeared in the void around him from time to time, and the sound was extremely mysterious and astonishing.

Jiumozhi looked at this mysterious scene, and even though he had seen it several times, he still couldn't hide his shock. At the same time as being shocked, he was even more eager for the so-called mysterious method of entering the Tao.

Amid the roaring sound, the boat passed through the mountain stream like a flash of lightning, and disappeared into the vast mountains in the blink of an eye. …

Suzhou City.

The sky is clear, willow catkins are floating, the city has white walls and black tiles, small bridges and flowing water, and quaint buildings scattered around. There is an endless stream of pedestrians, and it is very lively.

The boat slowly approached the shore, and Wang Yi and Jiumozhi stepped onto the bluestone pier together. The strange combination of a Taoist and a monk immediately attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Pavilion Master, what should we do next?" Jiumozhi's expression remained calm, and he called him Pavilion Master very naturally, without any shyness at all.

Wang Yi looked at the busy dock and casually replied, "Let's find a place to stay first." After that, he slowly walked out of the dock.

Jiumozhi followed slowly, listening to the elegant and soft accents around him, and whispered: "The real hero that Pavilion Master mentioned is in this Suzhou city?"

"I don't know... I'll find out later." Wang Yi's tone was gentle, not showing any urgency, and he walked through the streets of Suzhou city at a leisurely pace.

Jiumozhi followed closely behind, and when he saw that the other party had no interest in a deep conversation, he also fell silent.

The two walked through the busy streets and came to an inn called Yunshuilou. The inn was small, but elegantly decorated, with gurgling water in front of the door and lush flowers and trees in the courtyard, giving it a sense of seclusion and elegance.

Seeing that the two people had extraordinary temperaments, the innkeeper hurried forward to greet them. After leading them to the elegant pavilion on the second floor, he served a table of exquisite delicacies and also specially served a vegetarian meal.

Jiumozhi picked up the bowl and chopsticks, tasted a few mouthfuls politely, then put them down, clasped his hands together and said, "Pavilion Master, should I go and get the news right away, or should I rest for a few days before talking?"

Wang Yi put down his chopsticks, pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go find out the location of Chanhe Manor first. This is a good opportunity to meet someone."

"Hmm?" Jiumozhi showed doubt on his face, and asked in astonishment: "Could it be that the real hero that the Pavilion Master mentioned is Murong Fu, who is known as the Southern Murong?" As he spoke, he couldn't help but frowned slightly. Murong Fu didn't look like a heroic person, so how could he deserve to be called a real hero?
Wang Yi sneered: "How can a person who looks all show but is rotten inside be worthy of the title?" Murong Fu is a heartless and ruthless person. For the so-called Great Yan dream, he is cruel and ruthless to the extreme. His obsession with restoring the country is so deep that it makes people look sideways.

"Uh... Pavilion Master, the Gusu Murong family is a family that has been passed down from generation to generation through farming and studying. Is this a bit too much?" Jiumozhi was speechless. The names of Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south are well-known in the martial arts world. If they are really just a bunch of rotten things on the inside, they can't have such a reputation.

Wang Yi smiled faintly: "Reputation is just an illusion in the eyes of the world. No matter how gorgeous the appearance is, it will be exposed one day. Not to mention that he has an unreliable father. Sooner or later, he will be deceived and his true colors will be exposed."

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan are the archetypes of people who betray their offspring, causing their offspring to suffer a tragic life.

Jiumozhi's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked in confusion: "What does Pavilion Master mean?"

Wang Yi glanced at Jiumozhi meaningfully, waved his hand and said, "Go get the news..."

Jiumozhi still had some doubts when he heard this, but seeing Wang Yi's attitude, he did not pursue it any further. He stood up, put his hands together and said, "Master, please wait a moment. I will go to find out the location of Chanhe Manor." After that, he turned around and walked behind the door, opened it and walked away slowly. The door closed gently under the influence of invisible internal force.

Wang Yi picked up the chopsticks and continued to taste the dishes on the table, quietly thinking about his next plan.

The purpose of this trip, besides meeting the true hero Xiao Feng, is to try to take control of the Beggars' Sect.

The Beggars' Sect is known as the best sect in the world, with influence all over the world. If it can be controlled, it will be of great help to many plans...

Next we need to go to Bianliang...

……

The night gradually deepened. During this time, a waiter came once and gave him an ingot of silver. Then Yage became completely quiet.

With a clang, the Accord window opened.

Jiumozhi carried two unconscious men in mourning clothes into the house. He threw them to the ground and pointed at the one with a dignified bearing, introducing him as follows: "This man is Jin Suanpan Cui Baiquan."

Then he pointed to another short and thin man who looked like a sick ghost and said, "This man is the Soul Chaser Guo Yanzhi. These two are here to seek revenge on Murong Fu."

"When I was looking for the location of Chanhe Manor, these two came to me on their own initiative. But when I asked them where Chanhe Manor was, they were always vague, so I forced them to come here."

Wang Yi walked slowly to the two of them, casually pointed two fingers, and untied their acupuncture points. Seeing that they woke up slowly, he leaned over and asked with a smile: "Can you two lead the way for me?"

Cui Baiquan hurriedly stood up, and seeing that his nephew Guo Yanzhi was fine, his expression relaxed, and he looked at Jiumozhi with fear, and said with a cupped hand: "We two have no ill intentions, but we were eager for revenge and acted hastily. I hope that Taoist priest and master will not blame us."

Guo Yanzhi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "That's right. We two just saw that the master has an extraordinary demeanor and wanted to borrow some external force. We have no ill intentions." When they thought of the terrifying strength displayed by the monk, they couldn't help but feel scared.

"It's okay, it's just a small misunderstanding." Wang Yi waved his hand nonchalantly and said with a smile: "The two of us need to go to Chanhe Manor. I wonder if you two can help us with this?"

"You go to join..."

"Ahem!" Cui Baiquan coughed, interrupting Guo Yanzhi's questioning. He bowed and said, "We two were at fault first, so we are naturally happy to serve you."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you two." Wang Yi nodded with a smile.

"Don't bother me, don't bother me. Taoist priest, master, please follow me."

Cui Baiquan turned sideways and stretched out his hand, saying, and secretly winked at Guo Yanzhi, signaling him not to say too much.

Just looking at this strange combination of a Taoist and a monk, you can tell that they are not ordinary people. Without knowing their personalities, one will naturally be more knowledgeable and sensible.

Under Cui Baiquan's guidance, the group soon arrived at the edge of Chengxi Lake. Then they found a small boat and rushed to Yanziwu in the night.

(End of this chapter)