"Uncle Shi, it seems that Zhenren Zhang really doesn't want to see us..."

Seeing that it was getting late, Huijing stood up first. She sat cross-legged for a long time, but her legs didn't feel any fatigue: "Also, that fellow Taoist who was flying with the sword may not be willing to convey what we have come here."

Yuantong stood up and looked deeply at the door of the temple: "Zhang Zhenren has great magical powers. Maybe you and I have just climbed the dock of Lake Island, and Zhenren Zhang already knew it. Or, he was Zhang Zhenren who had ascended to the fairy world..."

"Ascend to the Immortal Realm?"

A trace of uncertainty flashed across Huijing's calm face, and she shook her head: "It's not that simple to ascend to the fairy world? Even if Zhenren Zhang has great supernatural powers, he will never have the realm of ascension... In the eyes of ordinary people, Zhenren Zhang does have some skills, maybe... He has just just entered the Taoist realm. For thousands of years, countless geniuses in the Taoist sect have ascended to the fairy world? My Buddhist teachings are profound and have been passed down for thousands of years. How many people can achieve the right result of the golden body?"

Seeing Huijing, who was speaking extremely, Yuantong did not answer, but did not understand his body, so he walked to the stone table and sat down.

Huijing believed in the fact that there were immortals and gods in heaven, but she never believed that Zhang Daoran had already practiced supreme magical powers. No matter who said that, he would always refute this. In Songshan, he had a very high seniority, and no one dared to contradict him.

"Uncle Master, it's not that my disciples don't believe that Zhenren Zhang really has supreme qualifications. Just say that in my Buddhist school, since he attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, how many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas should have been there in the West in the past few years? The Buddha is a natural saint, and he has experienced all kinds of hardships before he can cultivate himself to a correct body."

Huijing also sat in front of the stone table, regardless of whether there was dust on the stone bench on the stone table or not. His eyes shone: "So, my disciples always thought that Zhang Daoran was just showing off his mystery..."

Yuantong suddenly looked up, and his dry face trembled: "Huijing, your heart is in chaos..."

"The disciple's heart is not confused, I understand."

Huijing's face seemed to be shrouded in Buddha light: "I have been practicing for seventy years... I understand that this road is too difficult to walk... Zhang Daoran is rumored to be of great power, but so far, no one has seen him practice Taoism, no one has seen him take action, and no one has seen him have any skills and supernatural powers. Even in terms of preaching, and because of the preaching stone... Is the world's cultivation really suppressed by Zhang Daoran?"

Yuantong closed his hands together, his eyes slightly closed, and he did not respond.

Huijing seemed to be very resentful and continued, "The cultivation of the outside world came unexpectedly. The last time she besieged the island in the middle of the lake was perhaps the same as when they came. There were too many people and the space was folded. Did they go back again?"

The perfect enlightenment is like an old monk entering into meditation, as if there is no sign of life.

Huijing didn't care and continued, "So, is Zhang Daoran seeking fame? In fact, it disappeared like those outside the realm of cultivation?"

Yuantong suddenly opened his eyes, his face changed a little, and finally said dejectedly: "Your guess is not without reason, but the Alliance of Cultivators disappeared that day. Zhang Zhenren rumored that many people in my Buddhist community could hear clearly. Extraterritorial cultivation was really suppressed..."

Shaking his head, Huijing smiled slightly: "The Buddha said, "When he smiled with flowers, countless people saw it, he had countless opinions. But there was always only one satisfactory answer. The views of the uncle of the master and the Songshan Sect are not the views of the disciples... People all over the world think that Buddhism hides dirty things and cultivates the truth outside the domain, and there are indeed many colleagues who have temporarily lived in Songshan... pursuing the original heart, the rules and precepts may be bound, but different people's hearts do not represent the whole. And Zhang Daoran has always been a Taoist sect. Even though he has a broad mind, he can only represent the Taoist sect after all..."

Taoism is Taoism. What are the disputes between Buddhism and Taoism?

What we fight for is luck, what we fight for is luck, what we fight for is faith...

The thousand-year battle has continued from generation to generation, and it has formed a contradiction that is difficult to adjust.

This is Huijing's view. In his opinion, Buddhism has always been Buddhism, and Taoism has always been Taoism. Just like Laoshan, many rules and precepts are learned from Buddhism, but Laoshan always represents Taoism...

After all, Zhang Daoran is a Taoist sect, and even if he has a broad mind, he may not be able to win benefits for Buddhism.

Yuantong was silent and even forgot to recite the scriptures silently.

"So, Uncle Master, you always believe that Zhang Daoran will meet us and help Buddhism overcome this difficulty..."

Huijing whispered: "But my disciple has already said that we will definitely come in vain..."

Yuantong nodded and did not deny it: "It is true that as you said, Zhenren Zhang may not meet us. However, this matter is of great importance and it is not Songshan who can stop it alone... We have been waiting for dozens of disciples to die. In the world, perhaps only Zhenren Zhang can help Songshan."

"That..."

Huijing looked at Tianse: "Uncle Master thinks, what should we do?"

"There is a vast lake around here. It's too late. The donor may not come to pick me up and wait for the ferry. It's better to meditate here and meditate. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning..."

Yuantong smiled bitterly: "Huijing, I understand what you want to express. Practicing a Tao is not as complicated as you say. Zhenren Zhang has great supernatural powers, and you don't need to hide it. In ancient times, Zhongni asked me, and this was how he became a saint. My Buddhism may not have appeared out of thin air, but perhaps it was also a reference to Taoism, not the Taoism... Sect struggles, faith struggles, and struggles, and what is the point of fighting again in this era?"

Huijing didn't say anything. He was Songshan, who always advocated promoting Buddhism and suppressed Taoist sects. He did not compromise or admit defeat...

Yuantong was helpless and looked at him silent, and realized that it was difficult to convince him: "Huijing, find some water and eat some dry food..."

"Just wait here, tomorrow is August 15th, and there may be pilgrims coming... I believe that if this place is not abandoned, someone will definitely come to clean..."

A smile appeared on Yuantong's face: "The person who comes to clean must be a disciple of Huxin Island."

Huijing nodded...

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"Hey..."

Tingjian's face was a little dark: "That monk is so arrogant. He is very polite, but he is actually not a big deal. How could you understand the master's supernatural powers?"

Zhao Yingxiong was silent: "I think, I understand the intention of Uncle Master, not to fight with the world, and live in seclusion in the Three Pure Land... I believe that Uncle Master already knew their arrival at this time, but he did not show up. It is obvious that this is not related to Buddhism and has nothing to do with it. Go back, I think we shouldn't go out either..."

"Do you want to tell the second master about this?"

It still felt inappropriate to taste it. The conversation between the two monks outside was not angry. In his opinion, the two monks outside could not understand the power of the lake island, which was actually their own sorrow.

Huijing said that Zhang Daoran could only enter the Taoist realm...

Taste and clenched his fists: "I am now entering the realm of Taoism, and the two souls of man and earth are still condensed... Ordinary people, let him think about it..."

Zhao Yingxiong felt speechless: "Let's go back. Tell the second senior brother truthfully about this matter. We can't handle this matter."

"What else can we do? We have a broad mind to help him? Or don't show up and let them go by themselves? Don't forget that tomorrow will be August 15th, and there will be many pilgrims..."

Zhao Yingxiong summoned the flying sword, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared directly. Tasting secretly cursed: "I beat you sooner or later... No, beat you and your wife..."
Chapter completed!