Chapter 54 Is Buddhism Really a Pure Land?

Zhang Xiaochun rinsed the tortoise-pattern pot clean, put it on his back as usual, and said goodbye to the crowd of people waiting.

Before parting, Wanren asked, "Where are you going, brother? If you have time, you can come to my Ghost King Sect and have a visit."

"I'm going west, to Mount Xumi, to find trouble with those bald donkeys!" Zhang Xiaochun said with a smile.

"In this case, please take care of yourself, Brother Dao!"

Both sides said goodbye.

Thousands of people looked at Zhang Xiaochun's departing figure.

Mr. Ghost at the side suddenly asked: "What do you think of this Black Turtle Ancestor who appeared from nowhere, Sect Master?"

"It doesn't matter. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. As long as he is a member of my Holy Church and can still cause trouble for the righteous, then this Black Turtle Patriarch is naturally an ally of my Ghost King Sect. Besides, doesn't he admire Bi Yao?"

Wanrenwang touched Biyao's head with one hand and said thoughtfully.

"Only you, the Sect Master, have such courage and vision!" Mr. Ghost praised.

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Zhang Xiaochun carried the blame for the turtle pattern on his back and traveled from east to west. During this time, he did a lot of treasure hunting and exploring secrets, and inevitably got into disputes with some casual cultivators and demon cultivators.

Zhang Xiaochun didn't care about them at all. After dealing with them, he often held two copper coins in his hand to tell fortunes. If all were heads, he would let them live, but if all were tails, he would kill them all.

One positive and one negative will also kill them all.

There is only a glimmer of hope, a one in four chance, and life or death depends entirely on Zhang Xiaochun's will.

This action also earned Zhang Xiaochun a bad reputation.

In addition, the Ghost King Sect revealed intentionally or unintentionally that the demise of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect might be related to the Black Turtle Ancestor Li Feiyu. All of a sudden, almost the entire cultivation world knew the name of Zhang Xiaochun's pseudonym.

It is said that when the King of Hell smiles, life and death are unpredictable.

Now it is: ask the heavens for divination, your fate is in your fingers.

The vicious reputation of Black Turtle Ancestor Li Feiyu also attracted many righteous people to come and encircle and suppress him, but they all had their hands and feet broken by him. Those who were hypocritical were killed, and those who deceived the world and stole the reputation were punished.

It can be said that a bloody storm was set off!

Zhang Xiaochun only wants to say one thing to these righteous people, that is, they are just bloated because they have nothing to do after eating!
After a lot of effort, Zhang Xiaochun staggered to the foot of Mount Xumi.

Look up.

All I saw was white jade as the stone, a flat ground as the field, and stone steps stacked up in groups of nine, connected up to the Main Hall, which was as high as ninety-nine and eighty-nine groups.

Between the jade carved railings, one can see the majestic and extremely tall palace. In front of the palace, thirteen huge stone pillars rise into the sky, more than ten feet high. The roof of the palace is brilliant with gold walls, and eight ridges divide it equally, carved in the shape of dragon heads. In front of each ridge eaves dragon head, there are ten auspicious beasts carved in different shapes and lifelike.

The various carvings are so gorgeous and exquisite that they far exceed people's imagination and cannot be made by ordinary people.

Zhang Xiaochun suppressed his thoughts, dressed up as an ordinary pilgrim, toured the Tianyin Temple, and figured out the architectural layout.

Behind the Main Hall, on both sides and in front, there are towering halls connected to each other, some connected by squares, some by winding paths, and some are directly connected together, stacked up layer by layer, which is very spectacular.

Such a majestic and magnificent building is amazing, and at this moment, countless mortals are constantly shuttling back and forth in this so-called solemn Buddhist holy land.

Countless people held incense sticks in their hands and knelt down to worship the Buddha. On the steps, in the square, inside and outside the temple, the incense was so strong that it was unimaginable, and the aroma of fragrant flowers and precious candles was everywhere.

The huge Tianyin Temple, which enjoys a lofty status in the righteous world, is just like an ordinary temple in the mortal world, open to countless secular people to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Although Tianyin Temple is open to the secular world, monks also need peace and quiet. Puhong and others all love quietness, so they have always lived in a small temple on the top of the mountain, which is generally called the Little Tianyin Temple.

"I want peace and quiet, but I can't bear the world's luxuries. How can the Buddhist peace and quiet endure the noise? Even the merciful Guanyin loves money?"

The wooden house he lived in at Dazhu Peak of Qingyun Sect was an ordinary one, which was totally different from the gold and jade buildings of Tianyin Temple.

Zhang Xiaochun could not help but sneer at this scene, and composed a poem to mock it: "The Three Pure Ones only need clay bodies, but the Buddha needs a golden body. In troubled times, Tathagata does not care about things, while Laojun carries a sword to save the people. In peaceful times, Buddhism welcomes pilgrims, while the Taoist returns to the mountains and hides his name."

"Hahaha!"

"What a joke, what a joke, Buddhism has never changed in any world!"

Zhang Xiaochun's voice was like rolling thunder. With the infusion of his cultivation, it echoed in Mount Sumeru like a devil's sound piercing the ears, shocking the people who came to worship and burn incense so much that they apologized to the Buddha in the temple again and again.

"Amitabha, which thief dares to come to my Tianyin Temple and make trouble?"

A magnificent Buddhist chant rang out.

Not long after, an old monk with a bright look, kind eyes, solemn and self-dignified demeanor walked out of the temple. This man was Puhong, one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple and also the abbot of Tianyin Temple.

Monk Puhong frowned, put his palms on his chest, looked at the young man in the black robe in front of him, and remembered the news that his disciples had brought back before.

"May I ask if you are the Black Turtle Ancestor Li Feiyu?"

Zhang Xiaochun sneered and said, "That's me. I have a question, can you answer it?"

"Hmph, there is nothing much for me to say to you, this evil villain!" The Puhong monk flicked his robe and said righteously.

"Old monk, how about I make a bet with you?"

"Don't you Buddhists all say that if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha instantly?"

"Today I want to discuss the Dao with you and ask you to solve my doubts. If you can win the argument, I will do good from now on. If you can't win the argument, you have to agree to one of my requests!"

"Don't worry, it won't hurt your Buddhist practice!"

"How is it? May I ask if you have the courage to cut off your flesh to feed the eagle?"

Zhang Xiaochun deliberately provoked him.

Monk Puhong frowned, thought for a moment, and then looked at the pilgrims from the Tianyin sect, fearing that the devil might get angry and harm their lives.

Furthermore, if he could convince people with reason and convert the devil, it would also be a good thing for the reputation of Tianyin Temple.

So he agreed and said, "Amitabha, since the donor has this intention, I am willing to make it happen."

"Master, the devil is cunning, how can we trust him so easily?" Many disciples stepped forward to persuade him.

The divine monk Puhong waved his hand, signaling them to all leave, and said, "Go and invite your uncles Pude and Pukong!"

At present, among the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, except Puzhi who is "sleeping" because of the Cao Miao Village incident, the other three great monks are all in Tianyin Temple. This is also the reason why Puhong is not afraid of Zhang Xiaochun.

In a short while, the three great monks gathered together.

Zhang Xiaochun was invited into the temple and sat casually on a cushion. Opposite him was Abbot Puhong, and he was judged by two other great monks and many disciples and pilgrims from Tianyin Temple.

Zhang Xiaochun looked around and asked his first question...

(End of this chapter)