The Tao and Buddha competed, and the martial arts benefited Now, under the hints and encouragement of the Empress Wu, a battle between Taoism and Buddhism has been caused.
This is a war related to the life and death of their respective Dao systems, and further, they will dominate the world and inherit for 10,000 years, and taking a step back is likely to be the severance of the inheritance and the disappearance of the Dao system.
In the face of the crisis of Taoism's life and death, although Longhu Mountain, as the leader of the world's Taoist capital, tried his best to maintain it, he could not support it alone, so he had to ask for help from various high-ranking families.
And the high-ranking families outside the world also understand the truth of the cold lips and teeth, how can they tolerate their spokesperson being wiped out by a foreign force, so there are constantly strangers out of the mountains and Daze, into the world, to help Taoism resist the attack of Buddhism.
And since Buddhism has chosen to be a sword after martial arts, it is impossible to achieve the goal by just flickering with a mouth, so it is also-for-tat, going to its place of origin to recruit the Dharma Protector Vajra, and is determined to carry out the battle of the Taoist system on the battlefield to the end.
So, all of a sudden, a large number of bearded monks with eagle-eyed and terrifying faces came from foreign lands and gathered in Middle-earth, so that people had long been accustomed to it, and it was not strange to see it.
The appearance of the bearded monk in front of him is extremely strange, not only has a convex forehead, eagle eyes, hooked nose and yellow beard, but even the two long eyebrows are also with a faint gold, and the eyebrows are extremely long, hanging down to the jaw, just like two locks of hair, it looks extremely funny.
He must have looked very old, his body was withered, his body was as thin as wood, his complexion was dark and dull, and there was hardly a trace of luster to be seen, and the skin exposed on the outside of the soap-colored monk's robe was full of traces carved by the erosion of time, and the dense lines were criss-crossed, like the mottled old skin on a dry tree trunk.
Although he was very old, his back was straight, his steps were strong and strong, and he breathed evenly along the way, and he did not show any tiredness.
It can be seen that this old monk is not a simple character, even if his internal kung fu has not yet been cultivated to the realm of returning to the basics, he has also entered a very high realm, which is not inferior to that Da Zizi.
Although the old monk Hu is old enough and has cultivated profoundly, he can be regarded as a generation of grandmasters in any place in the world, a virtuous monk, and worshiped by countless believers, but at this time he stood beside Da Zi, and took a half step back, stood with his head down, smiled, and kept silent when Da Zi spoke, as if he was a servant of Da Zi.
However, after Da Zizi finished speaking, the old monk finally spoke.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his two long eyebrows gently swayed in the evening breeze, and the whole person looked ethereal, as if he was one with the night, like a Buddha with a solemn appearance, looking at the suffering and suffering of the world with compassion.
He folded his hands, bowed his head slightly, and first pronounced a Buddha name: "Amitabha, the Venerable is the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva, with a bodhicitta heart, compassion for the heart, and universal benevolence, which is really a great blessing for good men and women in the world."
The old monk turned to Zhao Wuyi and said: "This temple is built by good men and women for my Buddha, for my Buddha's golden body, the old man is just a novice in front of the Buddha, how dare he call it the master."
My Buddha is compassionate and has a wide range of people in the world, and since the donor has come here, he must be guided by my Buddha and have a relationship with my Buddha.
If it's not early today, ask the donor to come in and rest. ” "In this way, then disturb the two masters" Zhao Wudi bowed and thanked Da Zizi and the old monk.
Originally, out of politeness, the guests and hosts should be polite and humble when entering the door, but at this time, the small temple has not been lit with lights, black rumbling, nothing can be seen, if you let Da Zizi and Zhao Wushu go in first, maybe hit the golden body of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, and make a head break the blood, then the fun will be great.
Therefore, the old monk Hu did not pretend to be humble, but took the lead in entering the door by himself, lit an oil lamp, and then invited Da Zizi and Zhao Wudi to come in.
Da Zizi adhered to etiquette, smiled and humbled with Zhao Wuyi for a while, and in the end, it was Zhao Wushu who pointed to his mount White Tiger, and then entered the temple with apologies, and the White Tiger also entered with the master, as if he was also a "guest".
Although the white tiger was intimidated by Zhao Wu's fierce momentum, he was a lot more honest, and he was almost a tiger with his tail between his legs, and he didn't even dare to let out a little power, for fear of accidentally annoying that terrible human being.
However, no matter how restrained the white tiger is, it is also a tiger, even if the king of a hundred beasts is not powerful, he can't treat it as a cat, as a superior person, he has a natural suppression of low-level creatures, especially among animals, this is even more obvious, it has been imprinted in the bloodline and cannot be changed.
As long as there is a white tiger in front of her, the big food BMW red lady has been in horror and uneasiness, unable to calm and relax.
Therefore, Zhao Wudi invited Da Zizi to enter first, and reminded him to bring the white tiger in with him, so that he could place the red lady.
Sure enough, when the white tiger clamped his tail, restrained his breath, entered the small temple, and disappeared from view, the big food BMW red lady gradually calmed down and was no longer panicked.
It is impossible for Zhao Wushu to bring it into the temple, and this place is a small temple in the wilderness, and the old monk Hu did not build a stable and firewood house, so how to place the red lady made Zhao Wushu hesitate for a while.
However, the red lady did not have such a pampered bad problem, she snorted, seemed to be quite dismissive of Zhao Wuving's hesitation, stepped out of the four hooves, "clicked" and slipped under the eaves of the small temple, touched a sheltered place, and rubbed against the wall.
Seeing this, Zhao Wudi couldn't help but laugh dumbly, shook his head, and walked into the small temple by himself, regardless of the red lady.
The small temple is not big, in addition to the big Buddha standing in the center against the inner wall, the rest of the place can also accommodate more than ten or twenty people to kneel and worship the Buddha.
The four sides of the slab walls are dull in color, mottled and mottled with traces of time, and the roof is still complete, and there is no starlight and moonlight falling, but the beams are covered with thick dust, and there are many spiders vying to weave webs, as if to take the lead and divide the small temple.
The floor is also made of local materials and tamped with loess, and is not paved with stone slabs or green bricks, and even some withered mushrooms have emerged from the corners of the walls, which is really eye-opening.
As the saying goes, "a big Bodhisattva can't live in a small temple," but in this dilapidated small temple, there is a big Bodhisattva, a golden body with a lotus base almost occupies thirty percent of the space in the temple, which makes people feel depressed in their hearts, and involuntarily emerge in awe, and can't help but bow and worship.
However, Zhao Wudi did not have the slightest awe for him, and he didn't want to bow and worship, but he didn't like it, and he felt a little disgusted in his heart.
This is not because he is Changshan Zhao Zilong, his family inheritance comes from the Taoist Gate, so as to respect the Tao and suppress the Buddha, on the contrary, he is not disgusted with the Buddhist Gate, and even has a slight origin.
He has always believed that whether it is the Tao or the Buddha, it is just a kind of Taoism and inheritance, and there is no distinction between high and low in itself.