My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Brahma City witnessed a grand occasion that was rarely seen in a century.

The white jade square in front of Dajue Temple, which can hold 100,000 people, was already packed with people.

The square was packed with high-ranking officials, families of cultivators, and countless ordinary people who came to watch the spectacle.

In the very center of the square, a tall octagonal debating platform was erected.

On one side of the debating platform, there were eighteen white jade chairs carved with lotus patterns.

The abbot of Dajue Temple sat in the very center, surrounded by seventeen highly respected elders who debated Buddhist scriptures.

Without exception, they were all draped in shimmering brocade robes, and around their necks hung exquisite, crystal-clear prayer beads made of rare spiritual stones.

Bathed in sunlight, these high monks radiated a sacred and inviolable golden light.

Directly opposite the platform was a simple black iron wooden table.

A long, drawn-out chime rang out.

The crowd spontaneously parted to make way for them.

The monk Mingxin, wearing a faded gray robe and worn-out straw sandals, walked slowly toward the debate platform.

His attire was completely out of place in this luxurious city.

But his back was ramrod straight, and there was not a trace of stage fright or fear in his clear eyes.

Li Chen led Sizi along the VIP passage to the observation deck.

They were seated next to the City Lord's Mansion, surrounded by prominent figures from Brahma City.

The eldest elder of the Wang family was among them, but half of his face was wrapped in thick gauze, and his eyes were filled with deep resentment as he looked at Li Chen.

Sizi was completely unconcerned about the cannibalistic stares of those around him.

She took out a handful of sunflower seeds from her pink bag and cracked them open with practiced ease.

Fatty, a black and white tabby cat, lay on her lap, swishing his long, fishbone-patterned tail, and yawned listlessly.

The square fell silent, and all eyes were focused on the debating platform.

The chief abbot of Dajue Temple, Master Kongji, was the first to stand up.

He looked down at the monk Mingxin from his high position, turning the prayer beads in his hand, and took the initiative to attack.

"You out-of-town monk, you have already fallen into the demonic path by allowing your companions to harm people and destroy property in Brahma City. What face do you have to stand on this debate platform today?"

Elder Kongji's voice, imbued with profound true energy, resounded like rolling thunder in everyone's ears.

This is a preemptive strike, an attempt to overwhelm the opponent with sheer force of will.

Monk Mingxin stood before the black iron wooden table, his expression calm as he clasped his hands together in prayer.

He did not back down; instead, he gathered his strength in his dantian and retorted in a voice even louder than the other party's.

"The wicked young master of the Wang family rode his horse recklessly in the street, treating human life as worthless. This humble monk's act of saving him is an act of kindness and merit."

The monk Mingxin's voice was clear and resonant, instantly drowning out Elder Kongji's echo.

"If you money-grubbing monks can't even distinguish right from wrong, then all the Buddhist teachings in this city are nothing but a scam."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

No one expected that this seemingly down-on-his-luck wild monk would speak so sharply, directly targeting the hypocrisy of Dajue Temple.

Elder Kongji's expression darkened; he hadn't expected the other party to have such strong composure.

He snorted coldly and began to use Buddhist scriptures to engage in sophistry.

"Everything has a cause and effect. The suffering of those lowly people in this life is due to the karma they created in their previous lives. Young Master Wang is merely following the way of Heaven to receive karmic retribution. If you forcibly interfere, you are going against the will of Heaven."

These words reveal the underlying logic behind Little Thunder Temple's rule over this world.

They use fatalism to numb the poor and make them willingly endure oppression without daring to resist in the slightest.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding people all showed expressions of confusion and pain.

Upon hearing this, a deep sorrow and anger flashed in the eyes of the monk Mingxin.

He finally understood why the Mahayana Buddhist text that Li Chen had given him was so precious.

"This is utterly absurd. The Buddha said that all beings are equal, yet you use fatalism to exonerate evildoers."

Monk Mingxin took a step forward, and his robes fluttered without any wind.

"The Mahayana Buddhist teachings aim to save all sentient beings. If evil people are in power and are not eliminated, and good people suffer and are not cared about, then what is the use of building these clay and wooden Buddha statues?"

His words were precious, each sentence like a sharp blade piercing the hypocritical masks of those high monks.

He cited the profound teachings of Mahayana Buddhism to utterly refute Elder Kongji's narrow-minded theory of cause and effect.

On the observation deck.

The city lord's expression grew increasingly grim.

He noticed that the eyes of the ordinary people around him had changed; their original numbness and obedience seemed to have been replaced by a flicker of suspicion.

If this monk is allowed to continue speaking, the very foundation of Brahma City's rule will be shaken.

The city lord gave the abbot of Dajue Temple a subtle wink.

The host understood immediately.

He knew that in the literary contest, they, a group of pampered elders, had already lost.

The Buddhist teachings expounded by that wild monk subtly revealed a righteous spirit capable of overturning heaven and earth, which could not be refuted by words.

Since we can't win through argument, we'll have to resort to underhanded tactics.

Elder Kongji received the abbot's hint, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Without further ado, he suddenly formed a hand seal.

"Stubborn and unyielding demons, kneel down and repent before this old monk."

Elder Kongji opened his mouth and secretly activated the forbidden secret technique of Dajue Temple: Lion's Roar.

This is no ordinary sonic attack; it is a devastating mental attack specifically designed to target a cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness.

A ring of invisible golden ripples, carrying a terrifying pressure capable of destroying everything, headed straight for the monk Mingxin's brow.

This method is extremely insidious, and outsiders cannot see through it at all. They will only think that Monk Mingxin has gone mad because his Buddhist heart has collapsed.

Golden ripples instantly entered the mind of the monk Mingxin.

Monk Mingxin felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if countless steel needles were piercing the depths of his soul.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body swayed uncontrollably, almost falling to the ground.

The howls of a thousand ghosts echoed in his ears, trying to tear his sanity apart completely.

"Hahaha, this is the price you pay for your arrogance."

Elder Kongji sat on the white jade chair, looking at the swaying monk Mingxin, a cruel sneer appearing on his lips.

On the viewing platform, Si Zi stopped eating sunflower seeds.

The little girl frowned. Although she didn't understand mental attacks, she instinctively sensed that the bald man was up to no good.

"Brother Mingxin, don't forget the second trick I taught you."

The little girl's clear voice sounded particularly abrupt in the noisy square.

The monk Mingxin, who was struggling in pain, suddenly regained a glimmer of clarity in his unfocused eyes upon hearing this call.

He recalled the image of Sizi standing on the round stool, waving her little fists.

Since these bald monks are being unreasonable and secretly harming people, why is he still wasting his breath talking here?

Monk Mingxin gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the excruciating pain in his mind.

He suddenly straightened his back, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the lonely elder on the high platform.

He took out the book of Mahayana Buddhism that was pasted to his chest and carefully put it in his pocket to keep it safe.

Then, Monk Mingxin lowered his head and his gaze fell on the heavy black iron wooden table in front of him.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone.

Monk Mingxin raised his right foot, pouring all his true energy into his leg without reservation.

With unstoppable momentum, he kicked the edge of the black iron wooden table hard.

"boom."

The heavy black iron wooden table, weighing over a thousand pounds, was uprooted with a dull thud.

It transformed into a black whirlwind in mid-air, carrying a howling gale, and slammed fiercely towards Elder Kongji's exquisite white jade chair.

Amidst the loud bang, wood chips flew everywhere.

The monk Mingxin ignored the mess on the ground.

He strode up to the platform and ripped off the obstructive sleeves of his oversized monk's robe.

His strong arm muscles gleamed bronze in the sunlight, and his eyes burned with fierce anger.

"Since you elders do not understand Mahayana Buddhism, then this humble monk will use his fists to explain the principles to you."