Chapter 371: Discussing the chaos of religion and seeking fortune to become a Buddha

He is the best among the scattered immortals in this world, and there are countless celestial immortals in the fairy world. He is nothing compared to them. However, when they first start to seek the Tao, the road is long and difficult. They just hide in one place and will not come out until a great catastrophe.

When the catastrophe comes, the wandering immortals break out of their cultivation, and the celestial immortals reincarnate like dumplings. The wandering immortals are called pigs, and the celestial immortals are called dogs. If you throw a brick, it will hit some of the real cultivators. It is so crowded and lively.

It's just that in the mortal world, there are the emperors scheming above and the magic forces suppressing below, and the reincarnated celestial beings are just scattered immortals, and even if they are in heaven, there are very different kinds of scattered immortals. There are small fish who can be killed by the swordsman, and there are also giant crocodiles that dominate the world and can destroy immortals with ease.

Then there are the old monks in Buddhism who do not seek to ascend to the upper realms, but are wholeheartedly accumulating magical powers and good deeds in the hope of ascending to the throne of Buddha one day. The various mysterious sects have lived for an unknown period of time, and have experienced several great catastrophes. Like the long-lived immortals of the Supreme Ancestor, they are entangled in huge sins and have committed enough evil. When they ascend to heaven and are destroyed by the catastrophe, they have no choice but to use various secret methods to sink into the mortal world and hide themselves as old demons. The waters in the mortal world are very deep, and everyone is preparing for the catastrophe.

The law of cause and effect in this world is like a bitch who has erected a chastity arch. She looks solemn and serious, but in fact, those who have some cultivation can calculate with their fingers according to the cause and effect. If they are not careful, they will fall into the calculation and become other people's pawns.

The immortals are just qualified to join the game, and they have not yet completely escaped from the status of cannon fodder. Therefore, Gu Qingyuan carefully accumulated magic power and studied magical powers.

For Monk Qiuzhen, breaking through the realm was a joyous event. After all, he was a person who cultivated his mind. However, he stopped being happy after just a few breaths and regained his composure, just thanking Gu Qingyuan again and again.

Gu Qingyuan looked at him suppressing his nature and sighed in his heart. In the final analysis, Taoism is the main thing, and cultivation is secondary. If you want to be happy, you can be happy. If you want to be happy, you can be happy. If you restrain your own nature and lose your true self, how can you realize the truth? However, this cannot be said. Everyone has his own way. If you say more, it will lead the pursuit of truth to his own way. For Gu Qingyuan, it is Taoism, but for him, it is poison, the poison of Taoism!
"Brother, there is no need to thank me. Every sip and bite is destined. Without your previous hard work, there would be no chance today."

Qiuzhen shook his head and said no more, but he kept this friendship in his heart. This Taoist friend Gu is a sincere person. He does not accept it, but I cannot help but remember my friendship. It happens that he has just entered this world and has no one to protect him. I also happen to be a Dharma protector, always accompanying him. With his talent, it will only take a hundred years. Besides, this is not considered a prison. He will benefit a lot from being with such a true saint.

Thinking of this, the monk couldn't help but wonder who Gu Qingyuan was from the upper realm, or which immortal he was from.

Gu Qingyuan observed his words and expressions and guessed most of his thoughts. It is easy to guess that kind-hearted people are good and you can just think of the kindness and gratitude. On the contrary, villains are fickle and difficult to predict, and they often repay kindness with enmity.

"Brother, you haven't finished your bowl of rice or tea yet. While the moonlight is cold, why not talk about the principles of cultivation and interesting things about immortals and mortals, so as not to miss this bright moon."

Hearing Gu Qingyuan's proposal, Qiu Zhen, although he had no desire to talk and no worries about the five grains, still sat cross-legged and said, "Daoyou, what you said is very true. It just so happens that I have just broken through the realm and realized a lot of truths. I am a Buddhist and you are a Taoist. A stone from another mountain can still be used to polish a jade. Why not listen to my chat for a while."

"Buddhism and Taoism are one family. The two religions merged and have the same origin. It is because we ordinary people cannot see clearly that we have made a distinction. I can also hear the great path of Buddhism. Please tell me quickly. I am all ears."

Gu Qingyuan brought out the eternal lamp and brewed some hot tea. He read Buddhist scriptures and articles, and admired the moon while drinking tea. It was a unique experience.

The two of them talked enthusiastically and had endless things to say. After talking about Buddhist scriptures, they started talking about Taoism. The topic became more and more in-depth and went off the track.

"Buddhism is essentially a religion, with three principles: Sutra, Dharma and Sangha, all of which are meant to guide people to be good and practice virtue."

Gu Qingyuan spoke to verify his own gains and to clarify the great truth. During this process, the image of the Buddha in his mind became more and more solid.

"The sutras are rules to follow and can be changed. Sticking to the old rules is not advisable. They are like the framework of Buddhism. Dharma is the method. There is a name called methodology. It is the truth of the worldly affairs. It is filled into the framework of Buddhism. It is flesh and blood. Monks are the people who practice the Dharma and chant the sutras. They are the people who build Buddhism. They are the external decoration. Whether it is good or evil depends entirely on this external support."

Qiuzhen was a person who chanted Buddha's name and studied scriptures. He had never touched upon or delved into the composition and religious structure of Buddhism. Now, listening to Gu Qingyuan's detailed analysis, dismantling Buddhism step by step, and separating the Buddha step by step, he felt a sense of pleasure of touching a taboo. He wanted to listen but felt something was wrong.

As Gu Qingyuan spoke, he looked at Qiuzhen's reaction and had the idea of ​​creating a new Buddha in his mind. However, he did not dare to speak too quickly for fear of driving Qiuzhen crazy. He only planted a seed to clarify the true meaning.

The cultivators in this world place great emphasis on cultivating their minds and on cause and effect. They have a strong determination to seek the truth. They are not so obsessed as to become demons, but they are not far from being demons either. If their hearts are shaken and collapse in one day, then the more determined they are, the crazier they will be.

"In my opinion, those who wear monk robes are mostly trapped by the strict rules and regulations. They practice to become Buddhas, but they are obsessed with it and lose the true meaning of virtue. On the contrary, those who do not wear monk robes are kind-hearted and more like Buddhas."

Gu Qingyuan pursed his lips and said, "If the catastrophe comes, I don't know how many Buddhist sects will take action and be involved. If, as you said, the Buddha has no selfish desires or evil thoughts, how could he have such a plan and action?"

Qiuzhen's face was unclear, and he clasped his hands together and said, "It must be that the Buddhists have not practiced enough, and people's greed is at work." He stopped talking after that, and didn't know how to continue.

"What if one's cultivation level is higher, higher than the heavens? All sentient beings have human nature. Even if one becomes a Buddha, how can one be guaranteed to behave well and plant good causes and good results? If one loses human nature, even if one is not a piece of wood or stone, what is a Buddha without desires and thoughts? Will they really save all sentient beings, rather than just sit and watch them sink? If one has good thoughts, how can one not have evil thoughts? What sutras are you reading, and what kind of Buddha are you cultivating?"

Gu Qingyuan asked a series of questions in reply, and Qiuzhen broke out in sweat. Even the realm he had just achieved was shaky and on the verge of falling. Seeing this, Gu Qingyuan stopped talking and told him not to rush. He just planted a few questions in Qiuzhen's mind, which would surely bear fruit in the future.

"People who cultivate their minds like this have many thoughts and concerns, but they are not as good as that stubborn demon. I haven't said anything that would block both ends, but he couldn't stand the few unreasonable points I mentioned. If it were that stubborn demon, he would have stopped listening to me and started a fight."

Qiu Zhen opened and closed his eyes, lost his composure, and looked at Gu Qingyuan with lingering fear. In his panicked gaze, Gu Qingyuan continued to speak, but changed the subject.

"Brother Dao, what do you think of religions like Buddhism?"

Qiuzhen pondered carefully. The previous few questions were no less than a test of one's conscience. He had a vague feeling that if he could figure it out, his cultivation would surely increase greatly. When he heard the next question, he was fully prepared.

"There are many religions in the world, as numerous as the stars and as vast as the sea of ​​smoke. Some are small, with only a few dozen followers, who believe in some sensible principles and admire their own ideas. Many are like Buddhism and Taoism, each with its own system, countless disciples and numerous immortals, all entangled in a group, each holding its own opinions."

Qiuzhen spoke each word slowly and without defending himself or discrediting the Taoist Master. He just spoke out what was in his heart.

Gu Qingyuan shook his head. What he said was right, but he omitted too much and talked too shallowly: "If we roughly divide it, Taoism is one group, Buddhism is one group, then the devil and the left can also be divided into several groups. There is not only a dispute between Taoism and devil in the world, but also a dispute between Taoism and Buddhism. In the final analysis, it is a dispute over the orthodoxy of Taoism. What are they fighting for?"

Qiuzhen thought for a moment and spoke slowly: "The struggle for the orthodoxy is a struggle for disciples. In the mortal world, it is a struggle for incense, resources and blessed land. But incense is useless for the orthodoxy. It relies on incense to attract talents from all over the world. Just like fighting for the world in the mortal world, only with a big name, people and food can you withstand the collapse of the mountain." He spoke more and more smoothly: "In fact, it is a struggle for luck and destiny. The more disciples the orthodoxy has, the more people with destiny will appear, attracting destiny, and it will prosper in an instant. The struggle for the orthodoxy is actually a struggle for destiny!"

Gu Qingyuan nodded: "However, it is all because of the two words of cause and effect that the destiny is materialized. The greater the weight of the destiny, the wider it is, and the stronger the strength will be."

He picked up a chopstick and a stone and fiddled with them: "Destiny is the block of wood, and karma is the fulcrum. Use it to pry fate. The heavier one end is, the heavier the other end will naturally be."

"But there is a change," Gu Qingyuan took down the stone, leaving only the wooden block lying down, "There is also a cause and effect fulcrum, cause and effect change, no matter what your fate is, you must lie down obediently and accept the calamity."

"If I had the luck to change my fate, I don't have it," he broke the chopsticks, "I will naturally die and become ashes."

"So your fate is not in your hands, but in the hands of Heaven. If Heaven wants you to prosper, then the Dao Sect will flourish. If Heaven wants you to perish, then the calamity of the world will be imminent."

Gu Qingyuan looked at Qiu Zhen, who was sweating profusely, and said, "Guess how much fate he could control that day, and how much power he held in the world. What would happen if he was not restrained and spread that power all over the world?"

Qiuzhen swallowed his saliva and said, "Naturally, there is no chance of change. If Heaven wants it to die, it will die. If Heaven wants it to live, it will live. It all depends on a thought. There is no chance to survive or escape the calamity. Everything depends on a thought. It is a foregone conclusion."

"Yes, this is the principle of Tianyan Fifty, if one of them is escaped, this one is the ray of hope." Gu Qingyuan had a teachable expression, and seeing Qiuzhen's behavior, he changed the subject.

"That's a bit too deep, let's get back to religion. There are a small thousand illusions now, and I'll tell you the history of their religious origins from the beginning."

So he talked about some religions in the past, using fake names, piecing together some general ideas, and combining fake history, from Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, from ancient times to the present, from the creation of the world to the new century, picking up some and telling them, and then he said:

"I know of a religion founded by barbarians called Christianity. It is a narrow gate, and its doctrines are disgusting. Among them is one called justification by faith, which means that one can obtain righteousness by believing in the Lord God, and righteousness is salvation."

Qiuzhen gave a bitter smile: "Because of faith, I can get a chance to survive. That righteousness is the external merit, a kind of virtue!"

Gu Qingyuan smiled slightly, and picked out some things he could say, such as the Taiping Army, the White Lotus Sect, the Boxer Rebellion, the Mazu Temple, the Muslim Dragon and Tiger Sect, and even the dispute between the four houses of Hogwarts. He tried his best to explain the doctrines and teachings clearly, and the religious disputes clearly.

"All the doctrines are clear. From your point of view, what religion can enter this world? What will happen if a fight breaks out?" Gu Qingyuan asked.

A cram-and-drink education has made the pursuit of truth so difficult that one cannot tell north from south, east from west, and plunges headfirst into the ocean of religion.

Gu Qingyuan spoke slowly: "Do you know that the struggle between religious orthodoxy is worse than a tiger, turning the world upside down, enemies are outside the church, enemies are inside the church, heretics are more hateful than pagans, and they are more ruthless when they start fighting. I know I have a comment on the narrow gate of Christ, do you want to hear it?"

Without waiting for Qiu Zhen's response, he continued, "It roughly means that the robbery and massacres accomplished by Christ are far greater than any organized crime group in the world, and its many splits and power struggles have made the relationship between doves and hawks as harmonious as brothers."

He had already explained the meaning of doves and hawks clearly, and Qiuzhen could understand it. He couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a thought in his heart was wavering and dodging.

Seeing him like this, Gu Qingyuan smiled slightly, knowing that the time had come, and said, "I have a family, everyone is religious, everyone has faith, it's really lovely, listen to me and tell you in detail."

As he spoke, he stood up, leaving Qiuzhen alone in the yard, confused.

That family is like this: Fortunately, we met a saint who spread the holy religion. Let us tell you about our roots. Our ancestors were blessed by the Taiping Army. There is a White Lotus Sect passed down in our family. My grandfather learned the Boxer Fist. My grandmother practiced the Red Lantern Shade. My grandfather was familiar with the Little Red Book. My grandmother was a Muslim. My father was taught the Dragon and Tiger Sect. I have a golden boy and a jade girl. They pray to the Mazu Temple. My daughter works in Fengtian and does business by breaking horse locks. My son does archaeology in Fenghao and visits the underworld to find the essence of the world. My wife is honored to be listed in the Committee of Ethnic and Religious Affairs. I reported my name in the first three rows. I am the only one with a shallow root. I have earned merits in Hogwarts, inherited the mantle and promoted the magic. I worship the three treasures of the immortals. The origin of Taoism is integrated, and I burn incense to the Buddha in the West.

After finishing his speech, Gu Qingyuan walked to the door of his living room. Without caring whether Qiuzhen could sleep tonight or not, he closed the door and went straight to the bed.

Gu Qingyuan looked at the dizzy Qiuzhen with his spiritual consciousness. He didn't mean to make things difficult for him. It was because Qiuzhen was a key figure in this world, but his destiny would come later.

It would take a cycle of Taoism eliminating the devil and Taoism increasing for the devil to flourish before Buddhism could flourish. By that time, Qiu Zhen would be the first ancestor of the Tianming Buddhist Sect and he would start a new sect. It happened to be the end of the dynasty, when Taoism and devil were not prominent and Tianming was no longer there. Buddhism took advantage of the situation and flourished from then on.

In that year, there were many foolish people, and there were also monk soldiers who helped the new emperor to establish his dynasty, so everyone came to worship Buddha and the air was filled with fragrance. However, the monks did not work, so they did as much evil as they did good.

"My interference will at least make your Buddhism flourish for a few years. Even if the new Zen sect is established, it is still unclear whether its doctrines and teachings can be regarded as the doctrines of your Buddhism. At least there will be fewer stupid monks who only care about the origin and not money."

Of course, the events of 1,800 years later were too far away, and Gu Qingyuan was in a hurry. He raised his hand, and golden light emerged in his hand. This was the wool he had fleeced by cheating and stealing, the treasure he had obtained by prying the cause and effect based on seeking the truth. It was a part of Buddhism's fortune. This was also the reason why he revealed some of his background in front of seeking the truth, one was to cause trouble, and the other was to shake his mind and take the opportunity to attack Buddhism.

As soon as he caught it, he protected it, mobilizing his own merits to conceal the secret. The next second, a powerful Buddha calculated to find out why a part of Buddhism's destiny was missing.

Gu Qingyuan was not afraid, because there was always someone above him. He thought of making a shorter clone, but when he got angry, the tall one attacked directly.

"With some Buddhist luck and the image of Buddha, I can use these two to prove my Buddhahood for fun. Why not become the future Buddha?"

He thought as he looked at the completely solidified Buddha image in his mind.

(End of this chapter)