Chapter 109 A Single Gown

The golden Buddha pagoda slowly rotated, its light gentle and benevolent.

Wei Yuan and Huikong were outside, while Fuhu Luohan (Taming-the-Tiger Arhat) and Xuantan Marshal Zhao Gongming were inside.

This magical artifact was quite special. When Wei Yuan and Huikong discussed the Dharma outside, as long as the Dharma they described truly existed, the divine senses of Fuhu and Zhao Gongming would manifest the corresponding cultivation within the Buddha pagoda. The Buddha pagoda might not be able to reproduce profound skills from both Buddhism and Taoism.

But for basic Dharma methods for foundation building and entry,

the Buddha pagoda could naturally achieve "words become law."

Huikong said, "Vigorous qi and blood, not inferior to a ferocious beast."

Inside the Buddha pagoda, the monk transformed by a wisp of Fuhu Luohan's divine sense suddenly had his muscles swell, his qi and blood surging, giving people the aura that he could truly subdue a ferocious beast with one hand. The image displayed outside the Buddha pagoda perfectly presented this scene, allowing onlookers to understand the characteristics and divinity of this supernatural power.

The sense of power, as if one could truly crush a tiger to death with one hand, made many people's hearts stir.

Wei Yuan recalled the words Zhang Ruosu had added, such as yin nourishment and yang tonification, the corner of his mouth twitched beneath the mask. He paused, tapped lightly, and said slowly, "The flow of qi is long and continuous."

Zhao Gongming's wisp of divine sense also displayed corresponding phenomena.

Such changes attracted everyone's attention.

As Wei Yuan and Huikong lectured and debated outside the Buddha pagoda, the two divine soul bodies inside began to fight each other. Because they could only display the external forms of these two basic cultivation methods, both Fuhu Luohan and Zhao Gongming were engaged in close combat.

Fists met flesh, the momentum was fierce, and occasionally the force erupted, emitting a muffled sound, attracting everyone's attention. Perhaps the previous immortal methods were also inspiring and yearning, but after all, they were too far away from everyone, giving a feeling of looking at flowers in the fog.

However, this kind of fierce battle that far exceeded the limits of normal humans

was not too far from everyone's perception.

The impact it brought was even greater.

Because according to those two people, this was just a basic cultivation method.

In other words, they themselves could also achieve this step.

Vigorous qi and blood, fighting lions and tigers, thinking of this, a burning desire involuntarily appeared in everyone's eyes. Except for professional combat athletes who felt a little dazed, everyone else felt excited and excited.

……………………

In a shared apartment.

A group of boys stared intently at the screen, large swaths of comments flying past, the corners of their mouths twitching.

In this modern society, where trolls bloomed everywhere and mastered the legendary "trolling jackpot" technique, he hadn't seen such a unified barrage of comments in years.

So unified that it even gave him a sense of beauty.

All of them were, "May the God of Wealth bless us."

No one was sending rockets or sports cars in the livestream.

Now, some programmer had been temporarily caught back to work overtime.

All the gifts had been replaced with various incense offerings.

With a creak, a middle-aged man walked in from outside. This was their landlord. Wang Taihe frowned. This landlord was a very stubborn vegetarian and quite fond of worshipping Buddha. Seeing the things on the comments, wouldn't he get angry?

Angry as he might be…

It was nothing to get sick from anger.

It would be bad if he raised their rent.

Muttering in his heart, the middle-aged landlord indeed came over, glanced at it, frowned, and said:

"What are you watching?"

Knowing the answer but asking anyway.

Wang Taihe slandered in his heart, and another roommate next to him said:

"We're watching the debate between Taoism and Buddhism. We're cheering for Taoism now. Landlord, do you want to watch too?"

Sure enough, the middle-aged man frowned and said with hidden anger:

"Cheering for Taoism?"

"I'm a Buddhist!"

"People like you will go to…"

The roommate finished the second half of the sentence: "The opponents of Buddhism are Guan the God of Wealth and Zhao the God of Wealth."

"Oh, right, the one fighting inside now, the one with the golden whip, is Marshal Zhao Gongming."

The middle-aged man's expression slightly froze.

Wang Taihe coughed and smoothed things over: "Landlord, why don't you cheer too?"

"Cheering for Taoism?"

The middle-aged man said angrily:

"That's the God of Wealth, how could he lose?!"

"You even need to cheer for the God of Wealth, do you think he'll lose?!"

"Huh?!"

"I'm telling you, people like you will become poor in the future."

Wang Taihe: "…………"

Some unknown roommate: "…………"

At this time, the comments everywhere had turned into "May the God of Wealth protect us." Some monks also looked at their phones. Seeing this scene, the corners of their mouths twitched. When everyone had already stopped caring about winning or losing, winning or losing was wrong. In the end, in the land of Shenzhou, the position of the God of Wealth was too important, especially the two Martial Gods of Wealth.

The monk raised his hand to his forehead, already foreseeing the style of painting afterwards—

If they lost, as expected, the God of Wealth was still powerful.

If they won…

He seemed to already see the incense guests furiously saying: "You even dare to beat the God of Wealth, what money do you want?"

If they lost, the incense would decline.

If they won, the incense would decline.

If they lost, it would be cornbread and cabbage.

If they won, it would still be cornbread and cabbage.

They were fighting for nothing.

……………………

Zhang Ruosu stroked his beard, watching the battle on the field. Ah Xuan finally managed to squeeze over. The old Daoist looked at the embarrassed little Daoist, nodded, and said without changing his expression, "You've finally arrived."

"I'm a little late."

Ah Xuan was silent and said quietly, "Senior Brother, don't you know why I'm late?"

The old Daoist awkwardly shifted his gaze away.

Ah Xuan looked painfully at the sunflower seeds that had fallen out of his pocket at some point.

They were gone.

All gone.

The sunflower seeds had all fallen out.

The old Daoist coughed and pointed Ah Xuan to the center of the fight. Zhao Gongming and Fuhu Luohan's true bodies were outside, their eyes closed. In the image presenting the changes inside the Buddha pagoda, the two had already fought to the point of leaving afterimages. Ah Xuan's expression was solemn, and he said, "Who is going to win?"

Zhang Ruosu said, "The two cultivation methods are almost the same in the end."

"After all, they are both foundation-building cultivation methods. The maximum score is only one hundred points. One is ninety-nine, and the other is ninety-eight. It's hard to tell who is better. Moreover, fighting is not about comparing data. It's not like the one with the stronger cultivation method will always win."

"So, Buddhism is playing a bit dirty this time. Among the Taoist cultivators present, there aren't many who can surpass that Fuhu in experience and state of mind. However, Marshal Xuantan's experience is not inferior to Fuhu's, and even slightly exceeds it. So, all in all, Buddhism has lifted a rock only to drop it on its own feet."

"After all, if they hadn't sent out Fuhu Luohan, Wei… that Lord of the Taiping Dao might not have summoned Marshal Xuantan to deal with him. That one used to fight alongside our Celestial Master of the Zhengyi sect. He has rich experience and is far stronger than the meditating Fuhu Luohan."

The old Daoist's expression was strange, and Ah Xuan nodded, expressing his agreement.

As for why a cultivator who fought alongside Zhang Daoling had such rich combat experience.

What do you think the words "Zhengyi Mengwei" came from? (The Covenant with Authority of Zhengyi)

What does "covenant" mean? What does "authority" mean?

Huh? Can't write it, can you?

At that time, the style of the Great Han Dynasty was basically like Ban Dingyuan catching and beating the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions alone.

Zhang Daoling catching and beating the demons, ghosts, and wilderness gods everywhere.

The two basically had the same style.

Clenching fists and carrying swords.

Little brother,

you're not good enough…

Zhang Ruosu added, "Now it depends on the on-the-spot performance of Fuhu and Marshal Xuantan, and also on who, between the Lord of the Taiping Dao and Huikong, has a deeper and more subtle understanding of the Taoist Dharma, and can exert greater power. So, this can also be regarded as a way of debating the Dharma."

Ah Xuan nodded thoughtfully.

The upper limits of the two foundation-building cultivation methods were almost the same.

Even the combat intensity of the Buddhist cultivation method was stronger than Zhang Ruosu's painstakingly considered new method.

But there was a huge gap between the two.

One was mastered by Buddhism, and there was only one path to advancement, which was Buddhism.

The other would be directly popularized. After cultivation, whether one chose the path of martial arts, Buddhism, Taoism, or cultivating talismans and spells, it would be smooth and unobstructed. Even if it was only used for health preservation, it could have extremely good effects.

Since it was a great era, there should be no sectarianism.

Ah Xuan thought of what his Senior Brother had said and understood somewhat, focusing on the screen.

He reached out his hand and subconsciously took it out of his pocket.

It was empty.

The young Daoist was stunned, then disappointed.

My snacks.

They were gone.

All gone.

Zhang Ruosu's mouth twitched when he saw this scene.

He had finally managed to get through it.

Why did he remember it again?

……………………

At this moment, the qi erupted. Whether it was the Daoist with a headache, Ah Xuan who regretted losing his things, or other ordinary people, they all subconsciously looked up. The Buddha pagoda suddenly trembled violently, and one after another qi shot out like training.

Causing the clouds to rise and the rocks to shake.

In the picture, Zhao Xuantan strode forward, and the golden whip in his hand fell heavily. The monk opposite him changed his expression, raised his hand to resist, but found that the golden whip in the Daoist's hand actually contained the principle of yang extremity and yin birth, that is to say, the upper limit of this cultivation method could be changed by itself without advanced cultivation methods.

It belonged to the kind of cultivation method full of possibilities.

Fuhu's expression was stagnant.

Then his head was directly smashed by the golden whip.

The picture disappeared instantly.

Hiding the scene that was not suitable for most people to see.

Then the golden pagoda hummed and fell to the ground.

Fuhu Luohan opened his eyes, grunted, his face slightly pale, while Zhao Xuantan laughed three times, his spirit high-spirited and quite bold. Who won and who lost, there was no need to say much, one could see clearly at a glance. Sure enough, a barrage of comments swept across the Internet.

'666, as expected of the God of Wealth.'

'Martial God of Wealth is mighty, can you bless me to get rich today?'

'God of Wealth bless!'

'Is it too late for me to buy a lottery ticket now?'

'Upstairs, it's too late. The lottery shop owner saw the God of Wealth and closed the door overnight and ran away!'

'Nonsense, how do you know?!'

'Because I'm the lottery shop owner.'

Then a large number of rewards flashed across the Internet. No, it had now been changed to an incense offering event by a programmer working overtime.

………………

Huikong looked at this scene, stunned for a long time, unable to return to his senses.

His eyes were dim, with a complex feeling. Could it be that the Buddhist cultivation method had really been abandoned? At this moment, the method of sound transmission suddenly came from his ear. He was slightly stunned, and then he reacted. This voice was from the young Ancestral Master who didn't know how old he was.

Daoyan said slowly, "Go and fight him, try your supernatural powers."

"This…"

"Kuyuan, Kusheng, Kuzhen, the three of you go."

Daoyan immediately noticed Huikong's hesitation and chose two other monks.

They were also quite high in status in Buddhism. Their younger brother, Kurong, was the one who used Divine Speed to force questions to Longhu Mountain that day. The risk of that incident was not small. Kurong dared to go, and no matter how one looked at it, it was known that his cultivation was profound. The cultivation of these two people was far higher than Kurong's.

Huikong hadn't spoken yet.

The three old monks opened their eyes. The oldest and thinnest monk at the head said slowly:

"The Dao Master's Taoism is profound, and this poor monk wants to try it."

Daoyan stared at the mask on the face of the Lord of the Taiping Dao. Under his monk's robe, he put his fingers together, containing a surge of energy, intending to take the opportunity to break the mask on Wei Yuan's face and see with his own eyes whether it was him or not. At this time, before everyone could react, the three monks had already stepped forward at the same time.

They said they were asking for advice, but they didn't really make a ruthless move.

At least on the surface, they were still polite.

Two of the three monks were behind, and the tallest and thinnest monk took the lead.

To ordinary people, it was just a monk asking for advice.

But in reality, their qi was connected in secret, directly forming a means similar to the Three Talents Formation. The qi of the three was one, their qi and blood connected. The difficulty of dealing with them was more than doubled. The monk raised his hand and pointed forward, a point of Buddha light on his fingertips, seemingly small, but extremely vast.

There was a Buddha kingdom in his palm.

This finger was the collapse of the Buddha kingdom.

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his divine power poured in, sitting in place, and directly smashed horizontally with a punch.

The monk did not dare to be negligent and changed his moves again and again.

Wei Yuan's moves were simple, but extremely ruthless, each time directly locking onto the subtle point of the old monk's qi, forcing him to change his moves midway. The Buddha's light was vast. This scene was far more intense than the battle between the divine senses of Fuhu Luohan and Zhao Gongming just now.

But even ordinary people who had not cultivated could see that the monk was at a disadvantage.

The three monks were silent for a moment, their qi connected instantly, and then they directly connected with the fortune of Mount Tiantai. Mount Tiantai shook violently, and golden fortune rose, the Buddha's light soaring into the sky, colliding violently with the qi of Kunlun Yaochi.

They directly borrowed the Buddhist qi of Mount Tiantai's thousand-year Taoist tradition.

Zhang Ruosu, who had been watching the fun with a smile, paused.

Then he became furious.

He stood up and said, "Presumptuous!"

The Buddha's light was vast, condensing into a human form. A huge Buddha statue, even taller than Mount Tiantai, appeared, its eyes slightly closed, its aura majestic and solemn, causing people to involuntarily feel the desire to kneel and worship. In an instant, Buddhist sounds and chants rose up, and even people who saw this scene through the Internet felt a sense of peace in their hearts, with only the thought of worshipping Buddha left.

Not to mention the people present.

Almost someone was about to kneel down and kowtow on the spot.

The leading monk put his hands together, and the great Buddha behind him did the same.

One in front and one behind, both real and illusory.

Solemn and vast, he said slowly:

"Amitabha…"

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore."

"Lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

The voice came rolling in.

In that Buddhist sound and chanting, there seemed to be the voices of countless monks chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha on Mount Tiantai for thousands of years, constantly whispering, as if to directly convert the Lord of the Taiping Dao to Buddhism.

But even so, the act of borrowing the power of the Ancestral Master, everyone saw in their eyes, and they couldn't even feel the slightest dislike in their hearts, only a piece of tranquility and Buddhahood was left. Wei Yuan felt this impact and saw that the great Buddha seemed to be planning to directly grab the Emperor's Pool in his hand, and anger appeared in his eyes.

Daoyan made a secret move.

Everyone failed to see this scene. At least, the people present, if they did not have cultivation, had already subconsciously echoed the voice of the great Buddha, vast and magnificent. Only Buddhist sounds were left between heaven and earth. Many Taoist and martial arts cultivators' faces were livid, pressing their swords and looking around, but they did not know what to do.

They were all affected and interfered with.

And how much pressure did the Lord of the Taiping Dao, who was directly targeted, have to bear?

For a time, the world was full of Buddhist chants.

'The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore!'

'Lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!'

'The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore!'

'Lay down the butcher knife…………'

Many cultivators could only grit their teeth and resist, but they saw that the Lord of the Taiping Dao's behavior was incomprehensible. He did not use his skills to resist at all, but instead brushed his sleeves and stood up, seeming to be a little angry, and then suddenly covered his face with a sleeve towards the front!

The world suddenly burst into a frenzy.

The Daoist's sleeve suddenly became as big as the sky.

Covering the sky and the sun.

Then, with a sudden cover, he directly put the great Buddha into his sleeve.

Straight like the sun and moon rotating.

The sleeves returned to their original state in a blink of an eye, but the figure of the Buddhist Buddha had long disappeared. The chanting sound stopped abruptly, and there was a dead silence. The Daoist with the mask seemed to have anger, but suppressed the killing intent in his tone, stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves slightly rolled up, his voice indifferent, his eyes overlooking the crowd of monks, and said:

"Lay down the butcher knife…"

"And then what?"

"Tell me?"

Lay down the butcher knife, and then of course, become a Buddha on the spot.

However, even that great Buddha was taken away.

Huikong's face was pale, his hands clasped together, but they were already trembling. Seeing that terrifying scene with his own eyes, a Buddhist heart was dusted and almost shattered. Countless people who cultivated Buddhism saw that the great Buddha was put into his sleeves, their beliefs collapsed, and they were even frightened to the point of liver and gallbladder splitting.

And the people who had just been affected by Buddhahood came back to their senses.

How pious and peaceful they were just now.

How earth-shaking their hearts were now.

Since the Universe in the Sleeves supernatural power could even take in the Emperor's Pool, a mountain-sized great Buddha of fortune was of course not a problem.

Unless the purity of the Buddha's power was stronger than that of Zhujiu Yin, who held the sun, moon, and underworld.

However, Wei Yuan, who used his supernatural powers, was still affected by the backlash. Saying these few words was already the limit. He could not speak any more. He could only exert all his strength to suppress the urge to cough up blood. Daoyan was indeed profound in Buddhism. His martial arts and swordsmanship also seemed to have reached their peak. A wisp of sword energy pierced through the mask on Wei Yuan's face, and it immediately dissipated. A wisp of cracks had already appeared on the mask.

Wei Yuan was shocked in his heart. At this moment, he finally knew the crisis of exposing his identity that Zhujiu Yin had said.

Fortunately…

The monks were almost speechless when they saw this scene.

Only one of them took a deep breath and said, "Lord Yuan's Taoism is unpredictable, almost like an immortal. This poor monk admires it extremely… the Three Caverns and Four Supplements, the Seven Parts of the Jade Pivot, the name is well-deserved." Then his voice changed and said, "However, the so-called Yangchun White Snow (highbrow art), those who can appreciate it are only a few dozen. Lord Yuan's Taoism is profound, so naturally we admire it, but this time we are discussing Dharma, to see if it is suitable for ordinary people to cultivate."

"Lord Yuan, have you ever had any disciples?"

He seized the key to this Dharma debate and said slowly, "This poor monk has never heard of any true Taoist appearing in the past thousand years, which shows that the cultivators of the Taiping sect are in decline. It seems that only one Lord Yuan like you, a world-shocking talent, has appeared in thousands of years."

"But most people in this world are just ordinary people."

"And our Buddhist cultivation method has produced many eminent monks throughout the dynasties. We can even display their relics, and their names and records are clear and understandable. We dare not say that the Buddhist cultivation method will definitely win over the Taoist cultivation method, but at least we have historical materials to check."

"Moreover, although Lord Yuan's cultivation is strong, I'm afraid you are not good at teaching disciples, are you?"

When everyone heard this, their hearts moved slightly, and they came back to their senses from the shock just now.

They felt that this great monk's words also made a little sense.

Although the supernatural power just now was extremely shocking, everyone knew that this was definitely not something that ordinary people could cultivate. It was something that only people with extremely high talent could do, one in ten thousand things. Who could say that they were the one in ten thousand talented people?

Moreover, this Lord Yuan did not seem to refute it. Was he really not good at teaching disciples?

A master who was not good at taking disciples said that his own cultivation method was suitable for foundation building.

It always felt unreliable no matter how one thought about it.

A smile appeared on the monk's face.

Suddenly, a cold snort came from his ear.

The monk turned his head and saw that it was Guan Yunchang. Knowing that the other party was unhappy, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, feeling that he had at least won back a city, and then smiled calmly and politely said:

"Holy Lord Guan, do you have any brilliant ideas?"

The famous general who had shaken China saw that the Daoist did not speak, frowned, and heard the monk ask, and said disdainfully:

"Those monks, even if there are thousands or tens of thousands of them, are nothing more than chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning."

The speaking monk frowned, and anger floated in his heart.

Even the others felt that, as expected, Guan Yunchang was full of arrogance.

Then they heard the understated second half of the sentence—

"No matter how many people there are, how can they compare to the Prime Minister's one in ten thousand?"

??!

Everyone's thoughts froze instantly, so that all the sounds stopped at this moment, and then a wave surged in their hearts in an instant, so excited that their faces turned red, losing their minds.

Who? Prime Minister?

Which Prime Minister?

The monk asked if he had no disciples, and Holy Lord Guan said Prime Minister, could it be?!!

Some of the slower people finally reacted. In an instant, in the sudden heavy breathing and the blank, unbelievable gazes, Wei Yuan calmed down from just now, was silent for a moment, slowly took off his mask, revealing that old face, wearing a Daoist robe, as if he had passed through a long time, white hair falling at his temples, looked at the monks, his voice softened, and fell into everyone's ears plainly:

"Buddhism cultivates extinction…"

"Can you attain longevity?"

ps: Today's update is a two-in-one…………