Mo Wen looked at the Guangpu monk in mid-air dumbfounded, he never imagined that the other party would make such a move, the seats around the Dharma platform are far away from the Dharma platform, and the fire on the Dharma platform can indeed scorch the crowd of onlookers but will never burn them, Guangpu's move is simply a bitter ploy to sensationalize, and the intentions are extremely vicious, using the word pleading, invisibly saying that he is a narrow-minded person who is bent on winning and does not care about the life and death of the people.
Guangpu's move immediately received a full of praise and worship, Guangpu was in the air at this time, the aura was dispersed to contain the raging fire below, there was indeed a sense of great compassion and compassion for people, coupled with his wide eyebrows and closed eyes, it made everyone think highly of him, the monks of Huguo Temple have begun to lift water to extinguish the fire, and the onlookers also rushed forward to help put out the fire, and the tense fighting method instantly became the Guangpu self-sacrifice to save the Dharma conference.
"The emperor has a decree that the head of the Heavenly Pivot will beg for rain to extinguish the fire, and assist the national teacher to protect the people."
Just when Mo Wen was holding his breath, the screams of the waiter came from the imperial seat on the north side.
Mo Wen was even more angry when he heard this, the current situation was a bitter ploy used by a broad-spectrum monk to fight against the enemy, but in fact, his move was purely redundant, and he couldn't burn everyone without extinguishing the fire.
The emperor didn't know why he actually ordered him to ask for rain to extinguish the fire, please adjust the four parts of wind, rain, thunder and lightning is extremely cumbersome and consume a lot of aura, the most important thing is that if there is no reason, please transfer the four parts of heaven will be punished by God, take a step back and say that even if he is called, he will not practice rain, so since the broad-spectrum monk is good at acting, let him do it to the end, to see if he can really sacrifice his life for righteousness.
"Back to the emperor, the poor road can't ask for rain."
Don't ask and reply loudly.
The big problem with the holy decree is that he is taking risks and asking for rain, and he is also assisting the national teacher, so he naturally can't do this kind of breath-holding thing.
"You clearly begged for rain from Changhuang County, and you also received a reward from the government, why is it not allowed to rain at this time, hurry up and ask for rain, otherwise the emperor will punish you."
The chamberlain shouted again.
"Back to the emperor, it's not that the poor Dao has the intention to disobey the holy decree, but that the god of rain will go to the north to rain, and he is not at home at this time."
Mo Wen casually found a reason to prevaricate, at this time, you must not ask for rain, because it does not conform to the rules of rainfall, and you will be punished for going against the sky.
The emperor didn't know that Mo Wen was deliberately prevaricating, and he couldn't help it when he heard the words, so he ordered the chamberlain to help him go down to put out the fire, Mo Wen still didn't move when he saw this, it seems that the emperor is really influenced by that broad spectrum, and he is very good at acting.
At first, it was the monks and the people who put out the fire, and then the hundred officials on the west side saw that the emperor wanted to do it himself, and also participated in the firefighting, and made a look, but Mo Wen stood in the corner of the wreckage and did not move, at this time he was very angry in his heart, and he couldn't wait for the pretentious Guangpu to be burned to death by the fire.
However, Mo Wen did not think as he wished, the Dharma platform was temporarily built, under the log support top, on the wooden plank, this time the fire was only those wooden boards, the log was not burned, the fire was extinguished after a while, the Guangpu monk fell back to the ground, the expression was very tired, there were many holes in the robe, the emperor hurriedly stepped forward to comfort, the hundred officials arched around the inquiry, the people admired from afar, the Guangpu a generous and peaceful look, although the standing is unstable but the spirit of the strong fight is humble and courteous, and he is very modest.
Mo Wen was left aside at this time, his heart was extremely angry, the fire did not burn for long before, Guangpu is a master of the catastrophe, the time spent in the air is not enough to make him tired like this, he deliberately pretended to be weak and exaggerated his hard work to save everyone, and also used this to end this fight, if this fight continues, it will undoubtedly make him ugly, so that the suspension can make him invincible, his initiative to admit defeat not only does not make him embarrassed, On the contrary, in front of the world, he shows the self-sacrifice of Buddhism and his magnanimity and compassion, and the world not only does not underestimate him, but will think that he is a great monk who regards victory and defeat as a cloud.
Mo Wen really did his best to prepare for this fight, and he tried his best to break through the purple qi, and many domineering spells after breaking through the purple qi had not yet had time to be cast, so he was naturally unwilling to give up, but at this time, he could no longer step forward to fight, otherwise it would be even more stingy and extreme in the Daomen, that is, he would win the broad spectrum with spells, and he would also be ridiculed and looked down upon by the world.
Things were not smooth from the beginning, and what the broad-spectrum monk did always made him feel very awkward, and there was always a feeling of depression that he couldn't swallow.
Just when he thought that the fighting method was over, the words of the broad-spectrum monk made him angry again, "Amitabha, today's festival is appointed by the emperor, and it is disrespectful to give up halfway, please allow the poor monk and the Taoist chief to complete the fighting method." ” He pretended to be half-dead, and the emperor was extremely moved when he heard this, so he naturally would not agree to the two of them, but in this way, he completely cleared the suspicion that his previous actions were to escape the fighting, and there were so many clear-eyed people who were suspicious in their hearts, and they were also confused by him at this time, and secretly admired him.
Mo Wen laughed angrily beside him, this broad-spectrum monk is really a master, and his perennial meditation has made him understand human nature very thoroughly, and what he does is very deceitful.
"If the puja is abandoned halfway, it is disrespectful to Banzai and disrespectful to Medicine Buddha, and the poor monks will definitely complete today's puja and have a complete relationship with the emperor, with the civil and military, and with the people."
The broad-spectrum monk said softly.
Mo Wen Wenyan had both disdain and doubt, and the disdain was that if this person was really injured, how could the voice be transmitted so far, but no one paid attention to this detail at this time.
What puzzled was that this broad spectrum really seemed to want to continue fighting with him, what kind of conspiracy he had.
"My Buddha is merciful, the national teacher is benevolent, generous to others, when fighting the law, you can't do everything, you can't have the upper hand, you can't do the law again, the widow allows you to half an hour, argue with him, as soon as the time comes, the national teacher should immediately go back to the temple to recuperate."
The emperor said.
"Your Majesty."
The broad-spectrum monk is bent over.
At this time, Mo Wen was almost furious, the emperor's words meant that the broad-spectrum monk had been forgiving and forbearing, and he had been doing everything, these words came out of the emperor's mouth, and the other onlookers naturally agreed "Sir, drink some tea."
When Mo asked to be angry, the old five brought tea to send it.
"How did it become this situation" Mo Wen turned his head to look at the fifth child, who would never stand on the side of others.
"I don't know, whatever, he's beating you anyway."
The fifth handed it again.
Mo Wen jumped down from the Dharma platform, took the teacup and drank it all, in fact, he was not thirsty, but there was fire in his heart.
"Master, you're really good right now."
Lao Wu sincerely praised.
"Ten percent of the spell is less than one percent, how can it be so powerful" Mo Wen turned around and walked to his seat, at this time everyone had already begun to clean up the venue, preparing for the half-hour dialectic.
Returning to his seat, the civil and military officials had already returned from the field, and they all greeted him when they passed by him, Mo Wen ignored his face, these people had gone to meet the national teacher before, and there was no sincerity in greeting him this time.
Just when Mo Wen was secretly angry, a maid came with tea and whispered while the tea was being released, "The noble man has a saying, the national teacher intends to provoke Mr., and Mr. must not be led by it." ” After the maid finished speaking, she turned around and left, Mo Wen turned her head to look at Zhou Guiren, Zhou Guiren also turned her head to look at her at this time, the two looked at each other, Zhou Guiren nodded slightly at him, Mo Wen nodded in response.
Zhou Guiren's actions naturally couldn't hide from General Zhou, who was sitting next to his right hand, General Zhou felt it, turned his head and glanced at Mo Wen, his eyelids jumped slightly, and the fierce light flashed.
Mo Wen sighed secretly when he saw this, General Zhou must have mistakenly thought that he had a personal relationship with Zhou Guiren, and this time it was really a disaster.
Due to the large number of people, the venue was quickly emptied, and the broad-spectrum monk slowly walked to the open space in the middle of the field, and Mo Wen also got up to play, and the broad-spectrum monk chanted Amitabha Buddha in all directions.
Mo Wen stood and did not move, this broad spectrum of treacherous and cunning is covered with a layer of polite skin, the more polite people tend to be more treacherous.
"The emperor has a decree, the fighting law has been completed, this time only debating the teachings, not moving."
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The chamberlain ran out and screamed again.
"The national teacher was tired before, so give him a seat."
The chamberlain relayed the emperor's words again.
As soon as these words came out, someone immediately sent a lecture brocade group for the broad-spectrum monk, and the broad-spectrum monk sat in the brocade group after thanking him, shaking his robe and preparing to speak.
Mo Wen received such a cold reception, and his heart was both sad and angry, and this fighting method was really extremely breathless.
"Sit, sir."
Lao Wu ran over with a wooden chair, which was naturally rude, but he didn't care about the boos of the onlookers.
"Go back, don't come back."
Don't ask Wen Yan to reprimand.
Hearing this, the fifth nodded in agreement, turned around and ran away.
"The previous battle of the poor way has already won you, you are more than thirty years old, and the poor way admits defeat in this dialectic."
Mo Wen sat down in a chair after speaking loudly.
Mo Wen's words were naturally exchanged for a wave of contempt and scolding, Mo Wen's heart was angry but helpless, and he knew that he was not the opponent of the broad-spectrum monk, so he could only grasp the advantage of the fighting method to gain the upper hand.
"Amitabha, what the Taoist chief said is very true, the poor monk is indeed losing, today is the Christmas of the Medicine Buddha, the poor monk should recite the Medicine Master Liuliguang Rulai Wish Merit Sutra, pray for the emperor, and ask for peace for the people."
The broad-spectrum monk spoke slowly.
Needless to say, his words were naturally exchanged for a full house, and by this time, no one thought that he had really lost, and they were all impressed by his tolerance.
Mo Wen closed his eyes and sighed, sometimes the truth and strength do not determine victory or defeat, whether you can cater to the needs of everyone, whether you can pretend to be calm is the key to victory or defeat.
The scriptures spoken by the broad-spectrum monk were extremely slow, and the voice was loud, spreading in all directions, and everyone heard the wonderful applause, but no careful person thought about why the broad-spectrum monk was weak before, and after a while, he was so full of energy.
This half an hour was tantamount to torment for Mo Wen, but he couldn't leave the scene in advance, by this time he already knew that the position of the national teacher would never be hopeless, the world had too deep a misunderstanding of him, and he had become a vicious, arrogant, shallow person in the eyes of everyone.
He also knew that the Guangpu monk deliberately left him to humiliate, his heart was extremely angry but could only forcibly endure, at the beginning of the year before the beginning of the Jin Kingdom, he and the fifth had met a Aoki Taoist, the Aoki Taoist told him about the Yangming Taoist and the old monk of Bodhi Temple in Baisha Temple, the debate was not finished Yangming Taoist who was more than eighty years old and threw the old monk off the platform, this matter he originally only listened to as a joke, but never thought that he had encountered the same situation at this time, he now has the idea of rushing forward to throw the Guangpu monk down.
The broad-spectrum monk did not stop after speaking the scriptures, and preached the teachings of Buddhism again, this person is the real "master", when he said that everyone is equal, he insinuated and slandered the Taoist people to divide the noble and the lowly.
What Mo Wen didn't expect was that the broad-spectrum monk then began to comment on him, every word was praise and tolerance, every time he said a word, there was a burst of admiration and disdain from the crowd outside the venue, admiration is naturally the temperament of the broad-spectrum monk, and disdain is naturally Mo Wen's fierceness and shallowness.
Guangpu is really very clever, if you want to gain the respect of others, the best way is to praise your opponent, Guangpu monk is actually trying to belittle him, so as to put gold on his face.
Hearing this, Mo Wen opened his eyes, walked slowly to the outside of the field, and took the filial piety stick from the fifth child outside the field and turned around and walked back, at this time there was already an exclamation from outside the field.
Mo Wen turned a deaf ear, walked straight to the broad-spectrum monk, and shot at the glowing head: