My disciples have hidden identities

He knew that this was a fierce battle, and he did not take it lightly.

Talking about Buddhism with Mingguang?

He knows nothing about Dharma!

What would he do but some gibberish?

A little bit, really just a little bit.

"Everyone is here."

Qiu Xindie hugged the hem of the long skirt very elegantly, slowly got up and got out of the car.

When Ji Pingsheng and others got out of the car, they were shocked by the situation in front of them.

They are located on a very high new viewing platform, and the oblique side of the viewing platform is Yandi Palace.

Below the observation deck, there is a large black crowd, all of them are idle people who come here with the intention of watching the excitement.

Under the arrangement of the Scarlet Phoenix Chamber of Commerce, this group of people is evenly distributed, with casual cultivators on one side, sects on the side, Buddhists on the other side, and even monks from a hundred schools of thought.

In the middle of the crowd, there is a white jade high platform of more than 100 meters, and eight thick copper pillars are placed on the high platform.

Eight ten-meter copper pillars, seven around the middle one.

And on the seven ring-shaped copper pillars, each sitting cross-legged is a monk wearing a fiery red cassock, with the logo of the Red Phoenix Chamber of Commerce engraved on the cassock.

Among the seven monks, Ji Pingsheng presided over it.

He stood at the viewing platform in a daze, looking at the eight nearly parallel ten-meter copper pillars, and asked blankly, "Want to discuss Buddhism in that kind of place?!"

Qiu Xindie lightly tapped her chin, and said buoyantly, "Sect Master Ji, the eminent monks are already in place, please invite you too."

Monks? !

Ji Pingsheng glanced across the towering copper pillar, and across the seven eminent monks who closed their eyes and meditated, his heart was in a mess.

seven people? !

Mingguang presided over you and found six people!

He promised Mingguang host to bring his juniors before, but who would have thought that Mingguang host would be so shameless that he would bring six juniors along!

"You are not cowardly, are you?"

Qiu Xindie squinted at Ji Pingsheng, and said aggressively, "If you're scared, you can bring someone with you. Look, the trash next to you is pretty good."

She pointed to Lu and Jin and said.

Lu and Jin: "???"

Chapter 189 It's hard to know yourself in life!

The arrow had to be fired on the string.

Ji Pingsheng gritted his teeth, even if there are seven, as long as my Zuan pianist speaks fast enough, seventy monks can't beat me!

Even if it wasn't for Bodhi, he couldn't persuade him for the 100 million appearance fee.

100 million appearance fee!

When did he have such a high net worth!

Ji Pingsheng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I'll go!"

"Come on, we will eat spirit fruit and drink flower brew at the viewing platform and wait for you to come back triumphantly."

Lu and Jin cheered from the side.

This sentence almost made Ji Pingsheng bring him up too.

"Kill those bald donkeys!"

You Kun waved his small fist and encouraged Ji Pingsheng.

If it wasn't for her mouth full of dried fruit, Ji Pingsheng would have been moved.

"If you really can't stand it, just give me a look, and I'll help you knock down all those monks!"

Qi Luo said fiercely.

Ji Pingsheng: "..."

None of them worked!

He also wanted to bring a helper up, but his teammates didn't understand Buddhism at all, so he had to go alone.

"Watch me go and come back!"

Ji Pingsheng exuded an aura of never returning, and his feet slammed into the sky.

The distance from here to the copper pillar is less than 50 meters, and with his strength, he can easily reach it.

Ji Pingsheng's body paced back and forth in the air, stepped over the sea of ​​people below, and stood on the copper pillar in the middle.

Ji Pingsheng kept his body steady as he vacated and spanned dozens of meters. First, he landed on the copper pillar with one foot, and then landed with both feet.

After landing, the body did not sway or move away, and sat cross-legged under the eyes of everyone.

Play safe.

When the last Ji Pingsheng made his splendid appearance, after a brief silence, the audience erupted into cheers and applause.

"Is this the illegitimate son of the legendary host Ming Guang? I feel so young!"

"No, no, no, it's not an illegitimate child, it seems to be another natural born Buddha child."

"Who knows, but he is so young and alone, can he fight against so many eminent monks?"

Among the onlookers, there was a noisy discussion, which made Ji Pingsheng's face darken, and he directly blocked it.

Talking about Buddhism well, how come it looks like a star performance!

Ji Pingsheng complained in his heart.

But at this time, he also put away other messy thoughts, and looked around in a pure heart.

A circle of monks were all wearing fiery red cassocks, but he looked a bit different in his plain plain robes.

On the viewing platform.

Qiu Xindie stomped her feet regretfully: "I forgot to let Ji Pingsheng wear sponsorship clothes, what a loss!"

After Ji Pingsheng took the throne, Mingguang, who had been recuperating for a long time, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes that were still a little cloudy were instantly clear, and he looked at Ji Pingsheng and said calmly: "Ji Benefactor, the poor monk thought you didn't want to come. "

Yo, is this the poor monk?

Ji Pingsheng said with a half smile: "Mingguang host, who is your younger brother, can you introduce me?"

The two people's mouths were filled with the smell of gunpowder, the smoke filled the air, and the atmosphere was dignified.

"They are all the juniors of the poor monk."

The host Mingguang said calmly: "The poor monk has a lot of juniors, please forgive me, Master Ji."

After finishing speaking, the old monk on the copper pillar on the right side of Mingguang presided over opened a pair of bright eyes, looked at Ji Pingsheng, and said calmly: "The poor monk, Mo Guang, is the preacher of the Bodhi Buddha. Let Master Ji take the Buddha away."

After he finished speaking, a circle of old monks began to introduce themselves clockwise.

"The poor monk Jingguang, presumably Ji Benefactor has also seen the poor monk."

"Poor monk Mi Guang, I have met Master Ji."

"Poor Monk He Guang, I have met Master Ji."

"Poor monk, I have met Master Ji."

"The poor monk's love light, I met Ji Ji."

"Bright light, silent light, quiet light, Mi light, He light, color light, love light!"

"The light seniors of Shengguang Temple invite the war discipline benefactor!"

The seven old monks looked at Ji Pingsheng's front, back, left, and right sides, and spoke in unison, their voices were resounding, with the light of Buddha, making Ji Pingsheng's mind tremble slightly, and he was slightly in a trance.

Hey!

Do you want to be the light too?

Ji Pingsheng bit the tip of his tongue violently to regain his clarity, turned his head and glanced around without changing his face, fixed his eyes on the host of Mingguang, and declared his name with a solemn expression.

"It's hard to know yourself in your life, anti-laser in smog."

"Ji Pingsheng, the suzerain of the upper and lower Qing sects, and the Buddha's name is Wuha, discussing Buddhism with all eminent monks!"

Ji Pingsheng's voice was like thunder and thunder, and it spread mightily throughout several miles. The translucent voice contained a strong aura, and scattered a few clouds in the sky.

In an instant, there was silence outside Emperor Yan's palace, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the eight people on the ten-meter copper pillar.

This is a discussion on Buddhism in the imperial city that has not been done for a long time. The last time the discussion on Buddhism in the imperial city was a large-scale Buddhist blessing held in Qitian Temple more than ten years ago.

But this time, although many people regard this discussion on Buddhism as an appetizer before traveling to the West.

But it is undeniable that Ji Pingsheng's figure of discussing the Seven Buddhas by himself has already been imprinted in the hearts of monks of several sects below.

Next, it depends on whether it is sensationalism or whether it is really capable.

Just as the wind was blowing, a bell rang to break the silence.

"Boom~~~"

"Boom~~~"

Qiu Xindie moved out a huge bronze clock from nowhere, held a paper fan in her hand and slammed it heavily.

"Now I declare..."

Before she could raise her voice, Xia Xia's maid hurriedly covered her.

"Miss, miss, pay attention to your image!"

Maid Xia Xia reminded her.

This is in public, Qiu Xindie's beautiful image is piled up from spirit stones, it can't be broken.

"Tsk, trouble."

Qiu Xindie curled her lips, and honestly handed the paper fan to Xia Xia's maid. She sat down very gracefully on the gorgeous chair, with a breezy smile on her face, and quietly stared ahead.

Maid Xia Xia looked at the paper fan in her hand for a moment, she didn't know what to do!

Simply imitating Qiu Xindie, a fan was patted on the bronze clock.

"The Scarlet Phoenix Chamber of Commerce announces that the discussion on Buddhism begins!"

No one made a sound, and the audience was silent.

Those who can buy tickets to observe and discuss the Buddha in front of Emperor Yan Palace are all monks of various sects, and they still have the minimum quality.

They all knew that it was not them who should speak next.

On the high platform copper pillars.

Ming Guang and other eminent monks stared at Ji Pingsheng in the middle.

And Ji Pingsheng also calmly watched the Mingguang presiding officer right in front of him.

None of them opened their mouths, but Buddha's light had already emerged, and the faint Buddha's light surrounded the high platform.

After a long silence.

Ming Guang presided over the opening and said: "The poor monk deceives Donor Ji with the number of people, so please ask Donor Ji to go first."

Ji Pingsheng nodded and did not refuse. After a few seconds of thought, he asked.

"It is said that when the Buddha was ascetic, he met a hungry eagle and a rabbit. The eagle must eat the rabbit to live, and the rabbit has only one life."

"Seeing this, the Buddha felt compassionate and saved the rabbit, but was scolded by the hungry eagle."

"The Buddha couldn't bear the rabbit to be eaten, and he couldn't bear the eagle to starve to death, so he took out the balance, put the rabbit on one side of the balance, and put his own meat on the other side of the balance."

"But no matter how much meat the Buddha cuts, he can't be equal to the rabbit. In the end, he can be equal after jumping on the scale."

"The rabbit is alive, the eagle is full, and the Buddha has become a Buddha."

"This Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle to all eminent monks. May I ask what kind of Buddhism is in it and what insights do you have?"