Six Realms Conferred God

Chapter 803: One Against One Hundred

Hearing Xuanyuan's words, everyone was taken aback. What does it mean to be disappointed with the status quo of Dao Sect?

Xuanyuan explained for a while, and everyone understood, Yun Fan also thoroughly understood, and said, "It's no wonder that brother left like that that day. If Dao Sect continues like this, it is indeed very dangerous."

"This is an unstoppable trend. We can't stop Buddhism from spreading the Dharma, but we are able to reflect on ourselves and establish the orthodoxy more firmly, but Daoism has not yet clearly realized this." Xuanyuan sighed.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Monk Jin Jiabao wanted to debate a hundred famous residences, and Guanxian Pavilion had received posts from a hundred famous residences within two days. All of them were to participate in the Daoist Conference. By the third day, one hundred and sixty famous residences had sent posts. Up.

The old pavilion master sent more than one hundred posts to Monk Jin Jiabao, and said with a smile: "There are more than one hundred and sixty famous people here, which has exceeded the category of one hundred."

Monk Jin Jiabao smiled slightly and said, "It's okay. Anyone who has a post can participate in the Dao Discussion Conference. If there are still people who want to participate in the conference, they can also participate temporarily."

The old pavilion master smiled: "Are you sure you want so many people?"

"Since it is a discussion of the Tao, there should be no restrictions. Everyone can express their own opinions, so that people can be convinced." Monk Jin Jiabao smiled confidently.

The old pavilion master saw that Monk Jin Jiabao was so confident, and he sighed helplessly: "Well, it's up to you."

"Thank you for the pavilion master." Monk Jinjiao put his hands together.

The third day of the Dao Conference officially began. Guanxian Pavilion invited monks to watch the Dao. On this day, the threshold of Guanxian Pavilion was smashed by the monks who came to watch. Guanxiantai was crowded with dense monks. .

The five great holy sites and the four great families' clansmen and children also came, and Fei Tianhu and others were standing in the crowded crowd, waiting for the discussion meeting to begin.

On the side of Guanxiantai, there are more than one hundred famous places. These famous places are old people, with black hair and white hair. They are all dressed well, with a sense of immortality.

These people are all once famous figures in the Southern Territory, and now they are all sitting here in indignation, waiting to discuss the Tao with the monk in the golden robe.

"There are more than a hundred famous people, can the monk speak with one mouth?" Yun Fan couldn't help but said as he looked at the people sitting on Guanxiantai.

"Since the monk dared to fight, he would definitely not be afraid." Xuanyuan said.

The crowd was also very noisy. No one would think that Monk Jin Jiabao could win this discussion. If more than one hundred and sixty named Sushou couldn't say that a monk had a mouth, he would not believe it.

"This monk is simply humiliating himself. He dares to talk to so many celebrities. He is too clueless."

"Even if this monk loses, we look like we can't win." Someone sighed.

"He asked for this, but we didn't want to bully him, no wonder we." Someone sneered.

In the discussion, a young Taoist priest riding a green bull and wearing a tattered Taoist robe walked to the Guanxiantai with a stick of grass in his mouth. The young man ignored the other famous places and just lay on the young man’s. On his back, Erlang's legs were tilted and he waited.

Dissatisfied expressions appeared on the faces of the famous people present. This bull-riding boy is too rude, no matter how old he is? At any rate, they are also people with a face and face, so they are ignored, too shameless.

Although I was dissatisfied in my heart, no one stood up and said anything. For one thing, they think you are a person with status, and you can't let others think that you are not generous at all.

Secondly, the bull riding youth is definitely not small, otherwise, how can they eat for nothing in Guanxian Pavilion? Thirdly, the bull riding youth is very strong, and some famous places are not necessarily the opponents of the bull riding youth.

The monk Jinjiao held the Buddha stick under the eyes of the crowd, walked up to the Guanxiantai, gave Buddhist salutes to many famous places, and smiled slightly: "You are polite."

All the celebrities present had a face of disdain, and did not respond at all. Monk Jinjiao was not angry or angry, but still had a smile on his face. This made people feel that more than a hundred celebrities were too demeaned.

The old pavilion master watched from a distance and shook his head. He was extremely disappointed with these famous people, and he didn't even want to read it anymore.

The monk Jinjiao sat cross-legged, placed the Buddhist staff aside, folded his hands together, his expression was extremely pious and serious, and he said softly: "It is a great honor for Subhuti to be able to discuss the Tao with you today."

"Subhuti? Is this the fifth disciple of Buddha Shakyamuni?"

"It's no wonder that there is such a courage to talk to more than a hundred famous people. It seems that he is really capable."

"What about the fifth largest disciple of Buddha Shakyamuni? Could it be that a hundred famous people can't even say that he has a mouth?"

In the crowd, Subhuti's name caused an uproar.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's start talking about the Tao now." A white-haired old man said coldly.

Subhuti said: "What does the donor think is the Tao? Didn't we just discuss the Tao?"

"What kind of discussion is that? If all of this is a discussion of the Tao, wouldn't every word be considered a discussion of the Tao? Why do you specifically discuss the Tao in this Guanxian Pavilion?" A green-robed old man sneered.

Subhuti laughed and said: "The poor monk dare to ask the donors, what is Tao?"

"As a cultivator, if you don't even know how to be a cultivator, this question of you is really ridiculous." An old man with white beard sneered.

Subhuti still smiled and said, "Please answer my question, what is Tao?"

The old man with white beard stunned for a moment and hummed: "Three Thousand Avenues in the World, this is the Tao."

"There are other answers." Subhuti glanced at the others, as if not satisfied with this answer.

"It's a well-known thing for a monk to build three thousand avenues. What's the answer?" a famous person said dissatisfied.

Subhuti looked at Daoyi who was riding the green bull, and Daoyi drew on the grass and looked indifferent to the excitement, ignoring it at all.

Subhuti said: "As a cultivator, I can't even answer what the Tao is. It really disappoints the poor monks."

Hearing Subhuti's words, the faces of more than a hundred famous places changed and became extremely ugly. Subhuti's words were obviously a mockery.

"You are a Buddhist monk, what qualifications do you have to discuss here? Do you have a more advanced answer?" a famous snorted coldly.

Subhuti said: "Although the poor monks cultivate the Buddha, the cultivation of the Tao is the same as the cultivation of the Buddha. If you don't understand the Tao of cultivation, wouldn't it be laughable and generous? There are three thousand Taos, but this is just a general statement. What is Tao? There is still no accurate answer."

"Then what do you mean by Tao?" a celebrity asked rhetorically.

Subhuti laughed at this, and did not answer the words of the famous lord. Instead, he said: "My Buddhism does not have three thousand avenues, but the goal is clear. The purpose of cultivating Buddha is to save all living beings and protect them from disasters. There are three thousand Taoisms. But they never use these three thousand great avenues to save sentient beings. Even the Dao has never been understood, and it is difficult for the poor monks to understand."

Subhuti's remarks couldn't help propagating the Dharma and slapped the faces of the famous people present. The faces of the famous people present were sullen with anger in their hearts, but no one spoke.

"I know that you are here to promote the Dharma. As for the discussion on the Tao, let's forget it. Let's talk about the Buddha. You said that the purpose of cultivating the Buddha is to save all living beings. Dare to ask, who has the Buddha brought to life? How did you save it?" Daoyi, who did not speak, sat up from Qing Niu, staring at Subu and asked.

Subhuti smiled and said: "The Western Regions are a good example. Everyone in the Western Regions believes in the Buddha, so there has never been any disaster, only normal birth, old age, sickness and death."

"Since Buddhism saves sentient beings, then are we considered as sentient beings, and are ordinary human races considered as sentient beings?" Daoyi asked.

Subhuti replied: "Naturally all."

"Then I ask you, why did the Buddha go before? Why didn't he come to Purdue us before the catastrophe? Did the Buddha go to sleep at that time? Or did the Buddha dare not come to Purdue?" Daoyi sneered. .

The period of the Great Destruction and the catastrophe more than ten years ago are both the best rhetoric and the basis for the best refutation. Daoyi has been holding on to this, depending on how Buddhism has an explanation.

Subhuti said: "Because there is no Buddha, so it is necessary to promote the Dharma."

Subhuti did not continue on this topic, nor did he answer Dao Yi's words, because it was a deadlock, and if we continued to discuss this issue, there would be no results at all.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Daoyi clung to it.

Subhuti looked at Daoyi with a serious expression and expressionless face. He clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist chant: "If the last piece of pure land in the human world is also contaminated with disputes, the pure land is no longer a pure land, so my Buddha decided Let me wait to leave the Pure Land and spread the Dharma in the human world, so that the more the Pure Land is drawn, the disasters will decrease."

Daoyi spit out the grass in his mouth. The spit of grass was very meaningful. Daoyi didn’t speak any more. For him, these arguments didn’t make much sense. He rode the ox. Went down to view Sendai.

The celebrities on the Guanxiantai looked at each other, and suddenly felt a little emptiness in their hearts. Subhuti shook his head slightly, looked at the celebrities, and said, "Everyone, you can talk freely if you have any questions."

"I only have one question, how does Buddhism's so-called Pudu sentient beings purdue? Will people become puppets you manipulate at will?" A celebrity said with a grimace.

Subhuti said indifferently: "Let all living beings have Buddha in their hearts and believe in Buddha, he or he, there is no change, but the heart becomes stronger and fuller. Everyone has the freedom to believe in the Buddha and not to believe in the Buddha, and never overwhelm others."