Chapter 288 The Grand Debate is About to Begin

　　Yesterday, no one could have foreseen that the Buddha's revelation of its true form and transmission of Dharma was not the peak of this event, but only the beginning. Then, Master Ku Rong took one step per *li*, forcing his way to Longhu Mountain. Lord Guan Sheng manifested his true form, and the Taoist from Jiangnan appeared, agreeing to a debate between Taoism and Buddhism with Ku Rong, pushing this event to an even higher peak.

　　Master Ku Rong was intercepted by a monk on his way back to the mountain.

　　First, Master Ku Rong displayed the Vajra cultivation of Buddhism.

　　But before he could unleash its power, his Vajra body was directly crushed by the young monk with a single palm.

　　Then, this monk named Yuanjue took out the Nine-Ring Tin Staff that Dharma Master Xuanzang carried alone on his journey to the West. In the identity of the Yogācāra school, he set the date for a debate on Dharma with all the Buddhas on Tiantai Mountain after the debate between Taoism and Buddhism.

　　…………

　　Yuanjue wrapped the tin staff in blue-gray cloth.

　　He carried it on his back, gave a single-handed salute, and strode away.

　　Relying only on his feet, he was already far away in the blink of an eye, exuding a solemn air. Even the reporters watching couldn't help but sigh, thinking of the debate on Dharma just now, "Truly a great monk."

　　"Yes, look at him. He's leaving right after speaking on Dharma, not planning to stay any longer."

　　"Is this what the Heart Sutra means by 'no hindrance in the mind'?"

　　"Yes, detached, a great monk."

　　The reporter sighed a few times, then sat in the van, opened his laptop, and started working quickly. News is all about timeliness. Being a second early has its advantages. Although he was invited by the Buddhist side, he had no intention of speaking for Buddhism now.

　　He had a natural, keen sense for news.

　　After pondering for a moment, he wrote the title:

　　"In the early Tang Dynasty, the Buddhist community was chaotic, and the monks did not recognize the true Dharma, only knowing how to covet power."

　　"Therefore, Dharma Master Xuanzang was born to rectify the Buddhist community."

　　"Now, the successor of Dharma Master Xuanzang has reappeared in the world, and the grand gathering of Dharma debate with all the Buddhas is about to reappear."

　　Click, send.

　　Then he saw the news explode in popularity.

　　He nodded in satisfaction.

　　Then he saw that some colleagues were using the story of Wuzhiqi, the Water Ape of the Huai River, as the prototype of the Monkey King, saying that since the Monkey King and the Great Tang Xuanzang had already appeared in the world, what else would happen in the future, shamelessly riding the wave of popularity.

　　But many people in modern times like this kind of news.

　　They spread the footage they had just filmed.

　　People on the internet were already amazed to see the Vajra body of Buddhism, but when they saw that this cultivated Buddhist physique was so easily defeated, and then the young monk said that without cultivating the Dharma, supernatural powers were not very useful, they further dispelled the idea of cultivating the techniques circulated by Buddhism yesterday.

　　Anyway, they planned to compare the merits of the new and old methods in a month and then make other decisions.

　　Instead, they began to enthusiastically discuss that the monk just now had the demeanor of a true great monk.

　　No desire for fame or fortune, he turned and left.

　　Some people were discussing the two debates in a month.

　　There was still a month left. That Taoist priest and the monk should go to find a place for secluded cultivation to prepare, right?

　　Some people were already thinking about what deep mountains, ancient temples, or famous mountains and rivers were nearby, wondering if this master would be here. Some people simply ran to the Ci'en Temple in Chang'an. After all, the Yogācāra school took the Ci'en Temple as its ancestral temple. Maybe that master was now in the Ci'en Temple, or on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda?

　　………………

　　At the same time.

　　Yuanjue unleashed his divine-foot power, which was no slower than the Taoist's "咫尺天涯" (*zhichi tianya*, "咫尺天涯" pinyin only, meaning "咫尺天涯").

　　The monk ran for hundreds of *li* in one breath before wiping the sweat from his forehead and exhaling.

　　Thank goodness, thank goodness.

　　The corners of Yuanjue's mouth twitched.

　　He was too angry just now, and he hit too smoothly, not paying attention.

　　That car was a Benz, wasn't it?

　　He was a little scared, his face worried.

　　He had just scratched that Benz. If those people wanted him to pay, the monk was so poor he didn't even have a bell to jingle. He couldn't afford it.

　　He sighed for a while, carried the tin staff on his back, and returned to his spot under the overpass. He still dug open the soil, threw the Nine-Ring Tin Staff in, stomped on it a few times, and tamped it down. Then he clapped his hands, spread his straw mat on top of it to cover it up. This thing was said to be a token, but it was actually just the tool that Ancestor Xuanzang used to support himself on his journey to the West. It didn't have anything special about it.

　　At most, maybe when crossing the quicksand desert outside, and when arriving in India at that time...

　　How many skulls had this hundred-and-seventy-two-pound Nine-Ring Tin Staff smashed?

　　After all, there were no legendary disciples along the way, and there were many warring countries along the way, as well as desert bandits, coming in large numbers, taking advantage of sandstorms to come and go like the wind, robbing money and women.

　　Ancestor Xuanzang was also the kind of person who, when leaving Nalanda Monastery, directly announced his insights and theories, and then said that if anyone could refute him, he would offer his life in thanks. This was almost like provoking the Buddhist masters of more than a dozen countries in the Buddhist community before leaving.

　　It was probably saying...

　　I've given you the reference answers.

　　This poor monk is in a hurry to go home, so come at me all at once.

　　And then, there was no then.

　　After refuting the entire Buddhist community for several days in a row, Xuanzang left an unforgettable shadow on the spiritual level for the monks of that era, and returned to Chang'an with the Dharma and the title of Great Vehicle of the Buddhist sect.

　　With such a personality, it was almost impossible to pass peacefully along the way.

　　Yuanjue recalled the style of his grandmaster, slightly comforted himself, and felt that he was not too out of line this time. After all, the other party was also the kind of monk who had gone astray. Yogācāra Buddhism was not only about compassion and weakness, and since these monks no longer had compassion, he would have to let them see what it meant to use thunderous means.

　　Yuanjue shook his head and took off his bamboo hat.

　　He also turned the patched-up monk's robe inside out.

　　So that the monk's robe changed from dark blue to light gray, and then he rolled up his sleeves, revealing half of his powerful arm. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he exhaled and went to look for work. The old man who had worked with him before had gone back to his hometown, and he was a little worried again.

　　He doesn't work for a day, he doesn't eat for a day.

　　Finally, he successfully found a construction site.

　　The foreman looked at Yuanjue's arm and praised:

　　"Good material for carrying bricks!"

　　"You're a day laborer, so you'll get less pay than the old workers, but you'll get enough to eat. Is that okay?"

　　Yuanjue nodded quickly.

　　He signed the contract, and his stomach growled again. The few buns and thin porridge he had eaten in the morning had long been digested. The foreman smiled and pointed to a large iron bucket next to him, saying, "Look, lunch was just made today, cabbage, tofu, and vermicelli stew. This is free. If you want to eat meat, you have to pay extra."

　　"This is fine, this is fine."

　　Yuanjue thanked him happily, took a large sea bowl, filled it to the brim, and took two large steamed buns. There was no space, so he sat cross-legged on the dusty steps, eating the hearty stewed vermicelli and the steamed buns with relish.

　　There were also several workers eating lunch. For some reason, when they saw Yuanjue, they felt that the food in their bowls smelled better, but when they took a bite, it was normal. They just couldn't eat as deliciously as that guy.

　　Behind them was the dusty construction site, and on the road in front of them, several young people passed by, arguing as they walked.

　　"By the way, did you see today's news?"

　　"I saw it. It's really more exciting than a TV series."

　　"Hehe, I wonder what will happen in a month. Will it be broadcast live? It should be, right?"

　　"It should be. By the way, who are you rooting for? Putting the Taoist sect aside, I wonder where the disciple of Dharma Master Xuanzang has gone. My mom and grandma both believe in Buddhism. If they knew, they would go to burn incense and worship, and give some incense money."

　　His companion ridiculed him, "Tch, what are you thinking?"

　　"That kind of great monk is definitely in seclusion on some famous mountain now, right?"

　　"A great monk should have the appearance of a great monk, not entering the mortal world, so that he can purify his six senses, right?"

　　And they didn't see the people on the construction site behind them.

　　Among those ordinary people with a sense of life, the young monk sat cross-legged, eating heartily, with a satisfied face. In the distance were the voices of children leaving school, and the roar of airplanes flying overhead. He sat cross-legged, covered in dust, but also with a touch of everyday life, picking up the last grain of rice and putting it in his mouth.

　　He stood up, intending to get another bowl.

　　His movements paused slightly.

　　The monk lowered his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand, bowed, gently sent an ant on his clothes to the ground, and watched it leave.

　　His eyes and brows were full of smiles.

　　……………………

　　At the same time, Wei Yuan and Zhang Ruosu were talking.

　　The old Taoist priest said, "Marshal Zhao of the Black Tiger Altar guarded the pill furnace for my ancestor Zhang Daoling, and his Qi formed dragons and tigers, so he was conferred the title of Altar. If you want to invite him to appear in this world, you can, but let the old Taoist ask, with Marshal Xuantan and Lord Guan Sheng guarding the place, how are you going to go to the Buddhist community?"

　　"They won't allow you to perform rituals there."

　　"If you walk up, your momentum will inevitably be insufficient."

　　"Of course, I won't be walking up."

　　Wei Yuan stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky, saying frankly, "Move the blessed land of the grotto heaven directly over the Buddhist community."

　　"What do you think?"

　　"What grotto heaven?"

　　Wei Yuan replied slowly, "Kunlun Emperor Pool."

　　Kunlun Emperor Pool?

　　The corner of Zhang Ruosu's eye twitched, and he said:

　　"Is that the one built by King Yu after he beheaded Xiang Liu? Fellow Daoist Wei, do you have such great magic power that you can move that Emperor Pool back?"

　　Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "Of course I can't do it."

　　"But I know someone who can do this."

　　"I'll visit Him as soon as I get back."

　　Zhang Ruosu said suspiciously, "Will He help you?"

　　Wei Yuan pondered, and then hesitated:

　　"Don't worry, this time I brought a bag of cumin powder and a bag of chili powder."

　　"It should be fine."

　　ps: Second update today... Thanks to the Alliance Leader Kamen Rider Great Demon King, thank you~

　　I still want to write something more interesting and connect it with interesting things.

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