Chapter 660

Qingdu Mountain has more and more buildings in recent years, with pavilions and pavilions standing in great numbers. After the Li family's direct line moved away from the mountain, the cultivation place in the Qingdu cave mansion below was used as a place for the cultivators on the lake to retreat and break through. First, it is quiet and undisturbed, and second, it is safe. Li Xuanxuan came out of the hall on the top of the mountain, and Li Zhouming, the grandson of Li Ximing, followed closely behind. His talent is really not high, and he is still at the second level of Taixi after practicing. Li Ximing is in retreat, so this child can only follow Li Xuanxuan to help.

The old man arrived at the hall, and a male deer was kneeling in front of the hall. Its fur was shiny and smooth, but it was kneeling to death, and tears could not stop flowing in the deer's eyes.

The Bai Yuan watched from the side, his eyes opened quietly, containing some sadness, while the monk Kongheng put his hands together, muttering scriptures, his brows furrowed, looking like he was extremely embarrassed.

Li Xuanxuan heard the cause and effect early, the old man rarely got angry, but now he could not hide his dissatisfaction, and said urgently: "Buddhist cultivator? If you don't like my family, just come at us. Why vent your anger on a mortal!"

Li Chenghuai stood on the side, his voice was very light, and he said helplessly: "This matter is making a lot of noise, and it has spread all over the towns on the East Bank. Everyone is in danger. No one dares to enter the mountain. There are even many people who want to build temples, saying that if they believe in the World Honored One, they don't have to suffer such evil disasters."

"Absurd!"

Li Xuanxuan sighed, while the Bai Yuan stroked the deer's back, and it took a long time before he made a sound: "Zhao Xie is the most stubborn, the most able to tease life, doing things like retribution for fun, not understanding the pain of others. When the pain reaches himself, he rises violently, forgets compassion, and forgets forgiveness, waving his sword to defend the Dao."

The old ape rarely said such long words, and the hall suddenly became quiet. Kongheng felt uncomfortable listening, paused, and whispered:

"Old senior... They are also teaching people to do good, but they are too overbearing... My Dao is not that everyone is like this..."

The old ape sighed and didn't say much, just said:

"The Dharma master is right."

Li Xuanxuan looked at the male deer lying on the ground and said:

"Since the Dharma master cannot resolve it, is there any trace of that monk? Or recognize the sect of that Dharma master. I'm afraid that if he is allowed to run rampant on the lake, there will be more dangers at that time."

Kongheng paused and explained: "I practice the ancient Dao and cannot calculate. Looking at his appearance, he is also an old Dharma master, and he didn't leave any traces... I'm afraid it's not easy to find."

"As for the sect."

Kongheng had a lot of certainty this time, and said softly: "Looking at his actions, he should be a certain sect of the ancient method among the seven paths. He didn't kill, nor did he cast any curse. His actions are still considered orthodox."

"Oh?"

Li Xuanxuan was slightly relieved. If it was the Yan Buddhism that practiced human heads in the abdomen like Murong Xia, it would be a disaster to convert half a town. Looking at his actions now, it doesn't look like Yan Buddhism's actions, so he asked: "Which paths are considered orthodox?"

Kongheng nodded and said: "Returning to the old adult, Precepts and Hard Practice, and Great Mu Dharma Realm are all quite orthodox in their actions, and have a lot of resonance with my Dao. There is also one... it is... it is that Wrathful World-Purifying path, which is also considered an orthodox path..."

This made Li Xuanxuan stunned. The old man frowned and said: "Wrathful World-Purifying is also considered?"

"Exactly."

Kongheng whispered: "Those monks in the wild temples don't count. In the past, the great temples of the Wrathful path had very strict rules. Although they were biased and stubborn, they advocated eliminating demons, which can be considered an orthodox path..."

Li Xuanxuan was silent for a breath, shook his head and said: "That's eight out of ten the Wrathful path. This cause and effect, let alone a hundred years, even a thousand years will not be finished!"

"Wrathful path..."

Kongheng heard this, recited several scriptures in a row, showed some embarrassment, and whispered:

"Old adult... The Wrathful path is not easy to deal with. If it is those monks in the wild temples, it's fine, but if it is really this path, such actions must be a great temple..."

He was very worried and said softly: "It is said that after the 【Wrathful Four Demon Emperor Brake】 fell... the strength of the Wrathful path was greatly damaged. Those great temples have already closed the mountain and no longer come out. The Dharma masters outside have almost died. Don't let a Compassionate one come..."

"After the 【Wrathful Four Demon Emperor Brake】 fell, Eyed Lianmin can be said to have lost eight or nine out of ten of its strength, but it is still not something that the Dharma master can provoke."

Li Xuanxuan was silent. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, Chen Yang walked up quickly, clasped his fists in the hall, and said in a deep voice: "My lords, there is a Dharma master waiting outside the peak!"

Li Xuanxuan was shocked, hurriedly sent Li Chenghuai over, and said urgently: "You go to Wushan quickly! See if Ximing is at the critical moment of retreat. If it is fine, please invite him over quickly! I'm afraid it's a troublesome matter!"

Li Chenghuai nodded and went down hurriedly. Kongheng saw the old man so anxious, hurriedly comforted him, and said:

"This person came to ask like this, it may not be an enemy. Old senior, sit down for a while. I will deal with it with Senior Bai Yuan first..."

Li Xuanxuan had no other way. Except for Li Ximing who was in retreat, the only Foundation Establishments in the family were the Bai Yuan and Kongheng. The old ape's strength was insufficient, and the only reliable one was Kongheng, so he had to nod.

Li Xuanxuan agreed, Kongheng walked out of the hall quickly, and the old ape followed silently behind. Kongheng said softly: "I don't know if the visitor is an enemy or a friend, at least it is a Buddhist cultivator. I will go out to test it first. Old senior, wait in the formation."

The Bai Yuan nodded slightly. After arriving outside the great formation, Kongheng drove the wind and rose. Sure enough, he saw an old monk standing on the rippling lake.

This old monk had a face full of wrinkles, holding a stick in his hand, his face was as calm as an ancient well. He wore a deep yellow cassock, revealing most of his arms, which were strong and powerful, with distinct lines, reflecting a faint white light in the sun.

The deep yellow cassock on his body faintly revealed a string of circular runes, shining like scales under the light. The long stick hung on his hand, and the whole body presented a jade white color.

He remained silent, standing silently, and a circle of cultivators surrounded him, all trembling, not daring to breathe.

Kongheng landed on the lake, and the group of cultivators finally breathed a sigh of relief, scattered with a clatter, and An Siwei, who was the leader, approached and said respectfully: "Dharma master... This person stepped on the rotten wood by the lake as a boat, and rowed all the way here."

Kongheng took a look, and only then did he realize that this person was stepping on a dead wood, relying on this thing to stand on the lake, his expression was very serious, he opened his eyes, and his voice was thick: "Is the Great Master a sect of the North World Honored One!"

Kongheng hadn't spoken yet, but was rushed by him, and felt a bit embarrassed instead. He said politely:

"I don't deserve the title of Great Master. This humble monk is Kongheng, and I studied under the Liaohe Temple."

"Liaohe Temple?"

This old monk obviously didn't have a good temper. He opened his eyes, the scales on his cassock flashed, and his tone was quite reproachful. He said in a deep voice:

"The Great Master's sect is profound and orthodox, which everyone envies. Why did you forget the evil of luxury? We cultivators measure the world with our feet. Why do you learn from practitioners to go high and low? Isn't this moving the desire for enjoyment!"

This person turned people into deer for no reason. Kongheng's question hadn't been asked yet, but he was choked and stunned. He frowned and said:

"Going high and low is in the heart, not in the action. Old senior, your words are too heavy."

This old monk let him go, snorted, and said in a deep voice: "North Fumo Temple, Fu Jia."

'Sure enough, it is the Wrathful sect...'

Kongheng's heart skipped a beat, and he felt bad. He could only bite the bullet and return the salute, saying softly:

"I don't know why the senior came here..."

Fu Jia faced him with a cold face, as if he was almost laughed at by him, and just whispered: "Dharma Master Kongheng... Are you really not understanding or pretending not to understand... You and I are both people of the Buddhist path, so don't talk nonsense! Are you a cultivator of the North World Honored One path!"

The politeness on his face faded, and he even had doubts about the identity of the person in front of him. He spoke coldly. Kongheng paused for a while, and no longer was polite to him, saying in a deep voice: "Senior turned people into deer, and performed this evil method of creating animals. Is this any good way?! I only heard that the North Fumo Temple subdues demons and eliminates demons, but I have never heard of such evil methods!"

Fu Jia was asked this, and copper-colored radiance suddenly appeared in his eyes. His face also turned into the color of gold lacquer. His voice was low, suppressing anger, and he gritted his teeth: "Evil method of creating animals? This is the path of reincarnation and retribution! Deer are originally heaven and earth spirits, neither noble nor cheap, all equal. He killed deer for his own selfish desires, which is no different from killing people. Turning him into a deer is still considering that he has never been taught and punishing him lightly!"

Kongheng's sleeves moved without wind, and hazy golden light appeared behind him. His voice carried some thick Sanskrit sounds, and he said in a deep voice: "He killed the deer to save his wife at home. You turned him into a deer. His wife at home was already poor and destitute, lying on the bed with illness, and died because of this... He killed the deer, but you harmed a person!"

Fu Jia heard this 'but', knowing that he valued people more than beasts, and did not respect the doctrine of equality of all living beings, so he was furious. Not only was his face full of gold lacquer, but there were also bright patterns appearing, and he shouted:

"Madman! I ask you one thing! He is poor and destitute, his wife is lying on the bed with illness... Whose fault is it? Whose fault is it? How dare you talk nonsense here!"

This voice was already like rolling thunder, shaking the group of cultivators around to flee. Those who were a step slower had blood spraying from their ears, swaying. Kongheng saw it in his eyes, formed a seal with both hands, and golden light surged behind him.

"Clang!"

A six-armed Vajra drilled out of the golden light behind him, with a huge horizontal pattern, red light flashing on the golden face, eyes wide open, six arms pulling the golden chain, covering the sky like a spider web, casting a golden curtain to protect the cultivators.

Kongheng gritted his teeth and said: "Whose fault can this be! He is poor and destitute because his father was addicted to gambling and lost his family property. His wife is lying on the bed with illness because of bad luck and fate. How can you say whose fault it is!"

Fu Jia was stunned, as if he had heard something extremely funny, and burst into a wild laugh from the depths of his throat. The long stick in his hand glowed with dazzling colors, and he said coldly:

"What a bad luck, what a bad fate, let me tell you!"

The long stick in his hand rushed into the sky like a white rainbow, hitting a piece of golden lock, making a crisp and loud sound. Fu Jia said angrily: "He lived on the territory of your Li family behind you, but had a poor and destitute life. That is the crime of your Li family! All tragedies are caused by your Li family! And you want to push it to me!"

"His wife was harmed by your Li family, and he turned to harm other living beings. I saw that he was also harmed, so I turned him into a deer... And I haven't settled the account with your Li family yet!"

This sound stunned Kongheng, so that the golden chain in the air stopped. The hot white light hit down, making him grunt, only feeling like Taishan pressing on the top, unable to breathe.

He felt his magic power boiling, and spat out a few words from his mouth: "Crooked path!"

The monk in front did not put his mind on fighting with him, his eyes were full of anger, holding the stick with one hand to suppress him, and said coldly:

"No temples, no tenant fields, no Buddhist practice, no teaching, but dividing the land by family and household... letting people drift according to their own destiny... there must be tragedies... watching people rise and fall, red dust and right and wrong, and still say it's not your crime?"

"If you practice Buddhist teaching, return the land, and the people are tenants of the temple, the people only have two things: farming for self-sufficiency and cultivation. There is extreme joy in the heart, so the more bitter they are, the closer they are to the World Honored One. How can there be any reason for poverty? How can there be any reason for having to hunt? With the management of the public, how can his wife get sick?"

The anger in Fu Jia's eyes seemed to be materialized, spraying out from his eyes aggressively, suppressing Kongheng with just one hand holding the stick, suddenly raising his hand, and summoning a dazzling golden light.

"My Dharma image was harmed by these villains of the Immortal path, falling short of success. My strength is seven or eight out of ten, and I have nowhere to borrow the magic of the Dharma... But dealing with you people... is still more than enough!"

The golden light in his hand jumped like a poisonous snake, drilling toward Kongheng. Kongheng's heart was full of warning signs, his eyes instantly turned into a piece of gold, releasing colorful light, falling from the lake like rain.

This colorful light was quite peculiar. Wherever it passed, lotus flowers rose on the lake, scriptures shook, and five-colored light surged like a fountain. The white long stick in Fu Jia's hand dimmed, and the golden chain took the opportunity to pull out, protecting Kongheng.

"【Great Splendid Light Technique】..."

This colorful light fell on him like rain. Fu Jia was furious and said fiercely: "With such high-level magic, you still submit to the people of the Immortal path!"

This voice echoed over the lake. Kongheng felt his heart heat up, gritted his teeth, pinched a seal to cast a spell, and the golden chain became more and more thick, but he didn't dare to act rashly, fearing being suppressed by that white light.

Fu Jia saw that he didn't react, paused slightly, and said in a deep voice: "These cultivators seek self-cultivation, how can they care about the people? As long as the practitioners enter the world, they will inevitably build layers of immortal peaks, with scheming, sinister calculations emerging one after another! The interests of the people are entangled, their hearts are covered with dust, and there is not a single good person..."

"Only my Buddhist law treats all living beings equally, all are tenants of the temple, one heart, one mind, suffering is also joy, only thinking of truth, goodness, and beauty, no officials, no leaders, and no need to suffer the torture of fate!"

"But you are a guest of the cultivators, watching all this with indifference! Kongheng! You are ashamed of the North World Honored One path..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a thunder in the sky, and thick bright light condensed in the air, revealing a huge city wall with gathered heavenly light, exquisite and simple, like Taishan pressing on the top, casting a huge golden reflection on the lake.

Fu Jia was angry again, his eyes like copper, bathed in the overwhelming bright light, shining like a golden statue, and said coldly:

"I am discussing the Dao with my peers, who are you? How dare you intervene!"

The bright pass in front of him slowly enlarged in his pupils, but he heard a cold voice like thunder: "Go to your mother's bald donkey! Discuss your cursed dog Dao!"

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