The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"The teacher often taught the little monk that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. There is nothing at all, so why is it stained with dust. What does the real king think is dust?"

"It is you and me and all living beings."

"Good advice, my lord, please ask."

"Your Western teachings always teach people compassion and tolerance. The word forbearance, huh, what's the use?"

"My teachings do not teach people to be kind and forbearance, but to persuade people to be kind. There are monks bustling in the sky and the earth. If all living things are for the benefit of themselves, how can they know goodness? Therefore, I teach the disciples, all take it as their own responsibility to persuade people to be kind, not just the word 'forbearance'. The teacher often said that no matter how deep the practice is, there will be times of anger. Forbearance is small, and you can't bear big evil."

"A villain is rampant with a knife, but when he meets an even more villainous person, it's just the word 'forbearance'. This question has been exposed, you ask."

Ask and answer, answer and ask again.

Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi stood on the mountain road in front of dozens of "experts" of the Western religion, and had been debating for half an hour.

Both of them can't trouble each other, sometimes even if the answer is specious, they won't get too deep into each other.

Because if you get to the bottom of it, it will inevitably be a more troublesome debate, so both of them deliberately avoided it.

Speaking of the ability to discuss the Tao, in fact, it is just Jin Chanzi who worshiped under the incarnation of the Taoist. He has a great reputation on the Lingshan Mountain.

Jin Chanzi's way of discussing Taoism is somewhat similar to Yang Jian's. When the two meet together, they can be regarded as rivals.

All kinds of secretly changing concepts, avoiding the important and neglecting the minor, metaphors and insinuations, and the words spoken are all over the place, and there is almost no logic behind it.

However, when these ordinary words came out of the two of them, it always made people a little shocked and felt a little 'suddenly realized'.

In Yuxu Palace, several immortals sat in the cloud in front of the palace, drinking small wine, watching the situation in the cloud mirror technique, and shouted happily.

Although it was inappropriate for Yang Jian to go to the Western Church to make trouble without discussing with them, he really gave them a bad breath.

And at this time, Yang Jian was arguing with that golden cicada who came out of nowhere, and he picked up the teachings of the teachings and the scriptures of Taoism, and had a "battle" with the teachings and scriptures of Western religions, which was quite enjoyable to watch.

Perhaps in a real fight, Yang Jian's incarnation could easily crush the golden cicada to death, but the two debated evenly, and gradually it began to evolve into a contest between the teachings of the interpretation and the teachings of the West.

"Nephew Yang Jian's eloquence...is no one else," Huang Long smacked his lips, "I really want to go with him, and also meet those Western believers, and discuss Taoism with them!"

Master Taiyi said: "In discussing Taoism, the important thing is not how long you immerse yourself in scriptures and morality, but whether your mind is vivid and your reaction is quick."

Chi Jingzi asked: "Is what my nephew said really true?"

"Like the Tao, but not the Tao, it is the Tao."

Guang Chengzi said this, took a sip from the wine bottle, and continued to watch the situation in the cloud mirror.

At this time, there were whispers everywhere in the Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Court. The gray-haired old men frowned and pondered, constantly trying to figure out what Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi had said.

Even, if it weren't for the Lingxiao Palace and the Jade Emperor's throne here, they would probably have to stand on both sides, start talking around Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi, and then have a bigger discussion.

Nezha sat in the corner a little slumped, holding a fire-pointed gun, and stared blankly at Yang Jian's face in the cloud mirror.

"What's wrong?" Lei Zhenzi walked over from the side, leaning on the jade pillar, and said with a smile, "Have you noticed the gap between us and senior brother again?"

"I don't understand... what are they talking about?"

Nezha sighed faintly, Lei Zhenzi sneered, and didn't make any more sarcasm at him.

Huang Tianhua was wearing a civil servant's court uniform, mumbling incessantly, he also walked over, with a puzzled expression on his face, "The sentence that senior brother said just now, the sky is hot, but the mind is naturally cool, what's the explanation?"

"This... Hey, look, senior brother seems to be stumped!"

Nezha suddenly shouted, and all eyes in the hall were cast on the cloud mirror, and sure enough, they saw Yang Jian standing there with a gloomy face.

Nezha hurriedly asked, "What did that bald donkey ask earlier?"

A person beside him replied in a low voice: "Jin Chanzi asked, he has done evil for thousands of people, but as long as he puts down the butcher knife and repents, why can't he enter the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?"

"What's so difficult about this?" Nezha muttered, "Isn't it enough to answer that the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change?"

"Hush!" Lei Zhenzi made a silent gesture because Yang Jian had already spoken.

On the mountain road, the sound of the wind was noisy, and at some point there were hundreds of figures standing around, surrounding Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi.

After Jin Chanzi said the words to put down the butcher knife and wake up, Yang Jian was silent for a while without answering.

When the people around thought that Yang Jian was going to admit defeat, Yang Jian sighed softly with a little sarcasm in his eyes.

"I thought fellow Taoists were also pure and kind-hearted people, but I didn't expect to say such words," Yang Jian said indifferently, "Perhaps when the West taught and saved people, they often said these words."

Jin Chanzi frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, "What's wrong with what you said? Let alone other things, according to your Western teachings, if you do good for one life, you can enter bliss, and if you do good for ten lives, you can enter the West. Am I wrong?"

"Naturally."

"Then why do you Western religions say that wicked people who put down their butcher knives and wake up to enlightenment can directly enter bliss?"

Yang Jian's gaze was a bit threatening, and Jin Chanzi suddenly thought of something, his face turned pale, and his breathing was a little difficult.

Yang Jian scolded: "This is the Western religion? While saying to good people, you have done ten times of good deeds and accumulated thousands of years of merit to enter my Western Paradise; on the other hand, you smiled at those villains who were blood-stained with butcher knives and carried sins, saying that as long as you put down the butcher knife in your hand, you can enter the Western Paradise. Why? Bullying honest people?"

"Is this what you are trying to persuade people to be kind? If I were a mortal, why bother to do good deeds! I just need to walk around and hack and kill wantonly for the rest of my life. Wouldn't it be good if I realized it before I die?"

"It's ridiculous to persuade people to do good deeds! Putting down the butcher's knife can lead to bliss? It's even more ridiculous!"

"I look at your Western teachings, and what I see is not good people, but evil ghosts in good skin." Yang Jian sneered, and looked up, "Isn't the golden light here also a cold ghost?"

Jin Chanzi frowned and stared at Yang Jian. He didn't say a word for a long time, then sighed a long time, clasped his hands together in salute, and got out of the way.

Yang Jian laughed twice and stepped forward, his laughter was full of sarcasm towards the figures around him.

"That's different!"

An old man shouted: "The person who puts down the butcher's knife is a person with good intentions. This person is inherently evil. How can he be compared with those who are inherently good?"

Yang Jian glanced over, "What do you mean, that it is only natural for wicked people to do evil, and good people should be killed when they are evil? What kind of dirty business is your Western religion doing? Is your teaching to protect the good or the wicked?"

"This is different! The Paradise of Ultimate Bliss that a good person enters is different from that entered by a wicked person!"

"ridiculous!"

Yang Jian's tongue suddenly burst into spring thunder, and a thunderbolt exploded on the mountain road, causing a group of people to retreat continuously.

The mountain road opened here, and Yang Jian walked forward, every step was very slow, but every step seemed to be a nail knocked into the hearts of these Western congregants.

At the end of the mountain road, there were more figures gathered, but these people looked at Yang Jian with various fears.

It was ridiculous, and it really made many Western churchgoers turn pale.

Jin Chanzi was the first to bear the brunt, and was left behind by the slowly moving crowd, standing on the mountain road and murmuring.

'If you can enter bliss by putting down the butcher's knife, then what's the point of doing good deeds? '

"Why do you do good...why..." Jin Chanzi took a light breath, his body trembling unconsciously, but his eyes were full of self-doubt.

Finally, more and more eyes gathered on Yang Jian, and people continued to stand up to discuss with Yang Jian, but they were all asked and answered by Yang Jian before being dismissed.

When Yang Jian was about to walk up to the Western Teaching Dojo, Laojun, who had been motionless all this time, finally raised his left hand.

It's just that at this time, few people are still paying attention to Laojun's actions, and Yang Jian's strategy of confusing the public has been perfectly achieved.

Laojun took out a futon, poured out a ball of dark yellow light from the futon, and turned into a fat Taoist priest.

Who else is Duobao who has disappeared for thousands of years?

"Become a Buddha," Laojun said, "Don't let Yang Jian down."

"Hey, fine, you have the final say..." Daoist Duobao sat on the futon, wearing cassock, the long hair on his head began to fall off slowly, he began to recite some obscure scriptures, and the pure power of heaven and earth began to gather around him.

At first, it was just a slight breeze and light rain, but gradually it turned into a huge wave.

"Really, how did I end up with such a hard job!"

Taoist Duobao cursed with a wry smile, suddenly the appearance of the treasure was solemn, and the positive and negative Buddha seals suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Om...

Well……

Woolen cloth……

Ba...

pyrim...

hum...

The six-character mantra slowly flowed between the heaven and the earth, and Laojun raised his hand and sprinkled the sky with rays of light, suppressing the movement of this place for the time being.

All sentient beings are miserable, and there should be degrees.

All things mourn, and should be detached.

Daoist Duobao remembered the various postures, coughs, various scriptures taught to him by the master, as well as the specific steps on how to do it today. The sound of recitation of the six-character mantra became stronger and stronger, until when the sky shook, he pointed to the sky with one hand and pressed the earth with the other.

"Today I am here to make a great wish..."