The restaurant opposite Daming Temple was booked by Hui and Huai merchants.

There is a high view and can overlook the difficult platform. It is close to you, and as long as the voices of both sides are louder, you can hear it clearly. It is mainly to shelter the wind and keep warm, which is more comfortable than the referee table where Lord Zhuo Zun is located.

Perhaps the officials of Yangzhou Prefecture finally discovered this problem and quickly built a greenhouse for the Shangguans, surrounded the four sides with thick wool felt, and lit the fire again, which made the senior officials feel a little more balanced.

"This is a real person's mouth." A Hui merchant sighed, "It's a pity that the situation is a little smaller."

"He is more powerful," Zheng Yuanxun turned around and said bluntly when he saw the Hui merchant's face. "As for the pattern, it may be too early to say it now."

"I can only be smart, but I'm afraid my achievements are limited, and it's not the style of a noble master." The businessman didn't know Zheng Yuanxun, and when he saw that he opposed it, he naturally refuted it.

Zheng Yuanxun was about to come forward to report his name and debate with him. He felt his arm sinking. It turned out that his son held him down. Zheng Hanxue said, "Let's take a look first. More than 30 monks treat him one, and this courage is great."

"I haven't defended for so long..." the businessman muttered.

This is the fact. Qian Yiqun asked for two rounds, but he didn't send a monk down.

At this time, it was the magistrate of Yangzhou who judged the monk to ask about Buddhism first, which was a foul, deprived the monk of the right to ask questions in this round, and it was Qian Yiqun's turn to ask questions again.

Qian Yiqun looked at the middle-aged monk behind Huiguang opposite him, and did not call for a seat, and directly called out: "Master Zhixu, dare to ask for advice."

Huiguang suddenly realized that something was wrong and instinctively turned back.

The monk frowned slightly between his eyebrows, stood up, and politely said, "Amitabha, Taoist Master, please give me advice."

He is Master Zhixu.

In the first year of Chongzhen, Master Zhixu visited the South Hailuoga Mountain and stayed in Longju. He visited the Luzang for the second time. It was in the winter of this year that he wrote the Mahayana sutras and rules in Longju, and finally fell into the root of the disease. The speed of speech must be extremely slow to be able to get the words right, otherwise his tongue would be spinning and he would be vague.

Qian Yiqun was not moved by his little disability and used his trump card, saying, "What the monk said just now is that there are seventeen people on both sides who are present at the debate, so I dare to ask for his name."

Monk Zhixu fell down and Heshi slowly said, "Amitabha, the little monk is not good at studying and is willing to admit defeat."

Qian Yiqun breathed a sigh of relief and owed: "The mage is humble and self-suppressed, and has the spirit of ancient virtue."

"Before the young monk stepped down, can you ask, what is the significance of this question and the discussion on Buddhism and Taoism?" Although Zhixu admitted defeat, he was unwilling to accept it. Since he was over, he has become a perfect person in both nature and appearance. All Zen stories are all called a word, which is inspiring to think deeply.

Zhixu originally thought that a Taoist genius would come up with a enlightenment, and he happened to think about it, but he didn't expect that he would be deposed as a joke. He asked this question at this time, even if Qian Yiqun refused to answer, other monks would still ask him for it.

Qian Yiqun was much more generous than he thought, and replied: "Don't forget the past and the teacher of the future. These people are all people who participated in the debate. Knowing their names and even what they learned, they must have a clearer understanding of how Buddhism won that day and why Taoism failed."

Zhixu shook his head, shook his robes and went downstairs.

Huiguang felt panic when he saw Qian Yiqun abolishing the great Buddhist masters in one fell swoop.

Qian Yiqun was not worried about those young monks with fever. What in-depth questions could they ask? Didn’t they rely on monks like Zhixu? Now, the Ninth Patriarch of the Lotus Sect, who is proficient in the Three Sects and is well-known for Buddhist principles, was forced to step down, and Qian Yiqun’s chances of winning have increased greatly. More importantly, the monks have stepped into the trap step by step and are unable to extricate themselves.

Many believers below have heard of Zhixu's name. When he saw that he was defeated, they immediately exclaimed very much. The applause was naturally from the domestic businessmen, but the critics were full of Shanxi accents.

"You asked such tricky questions because you had thirty answer cards. If I talked to you alone, you would be brave enough!" Huiguang finally couldn't help it and stood up and shouted.

"Single?" Qian Yiqun smiled slightly and said to himself: Seeing that you have lost everything, you have obviously stepped into my trap. Just waiting for me to complete the last blow, which will make you die in peace.

"That's right! I'll ask you a question. If you can answer it, I will lose. If you can't answer it, you will admit defeat. How about it!"

"It's just that you're defeated? Wouldn't it become a battle of wheels again?" Qian Yiqun sneered.

"Okay! If you can answer, I will be defeated by Daming Temple!" Huiguang was so proud that he was loud and loud, and there was silence around him. "I, Huiguang, broke through the wall and went to Qionghua Temple to be a Taoist priest!"

"I'm afraid this won't work." Qian Yiqun shook his head, "You can't be a Taoist priest just by wanting it. In this way, if you lose, just practice meditation honestly. Taoist really can't stand your nonsense."

Hui Guang was so angry that she sprayed smoke in her nostrils, and almost spit out the word "good" and swallowed it back. Otherwise, wouldn't she admit that she has always been "nonsense"?

"The teacher who never forgets the past and the next thing," Huiguang grinded his back teeth, "Kaiping Mansion is difficult, go to the audience's name, can you report it one by one!"

"Picking up someone's teeth!"

"Shameless!"

"The tricks of the donkey are in poverty!"

...

There was a sudden curse from below, but the accent switched, and there was a reversal.

At the restaurant, the Hui merchant shook his head and sighed: "This man is bound by himself, but he never thought that he would treat him with his own way?"

"This monk is so cunning!" Zheng Hanxue was also angry, "I first cunningly slandered the good Taoist priest's answer card, but let the Taoist priest recite the names of hundreds of people!"

"Don't panic." Zheng Yuanxun also looked cold, "The kind-hearted master asked the thirty-four people about their names and names, and there was a saying. This monk was really unreasonable! Wuquan Gong would also impartially judge him unreasonable."

After hearing Huiguang's question, many servants ran out and passed the problem back to their master.

Especially those people in the carriage are mostly mistresses and ladies of wealthy families, and are also the main financial owners of temples and temples. They pay special attention to this difficult discussion. They have no deep understanding of Buddhism and Taoism, but they just hope that the sect they believe in can win so that they can feel at ease about their confused future.

Among them, several of the cars were the female members of the Zheng family.

After hearing Huiguang's question, Mrs. Zheng was so angry that she almost threw the stove in her hand and cursed: "The bald thief is too shameless!"

"The old lady is not in a hurry. How could the kind-hearted master let him succeed?" A girl next to the old lady chuckled.

This smile suddenly felt like spring was coming in the car, comparing the faces of several young women.

"But how can this question be answered by ordinary people?" The old lady was still breathless and squeezed the hand stove heavily.

"A kind person is not a mortal, there must be a way." The girl said incredibly firmly.

Although Yang Ai loves to listen to this, she still cannot feel completely relieved. Gu Meiniang and Li Xiangjun also frowned, secretly wondering what clever solution Qian Yiqun could have.

Only this girl who was very confident in saying, picked up a cup of tea and said in her heart: From the beginning, Qian Yiqun set a trap for the monks and asked the monk to jump into the deep pit of the Kaiping Mansion's difficulties with him step by step, and he couldn't even ask a Taoist question. Since he had arranged the difficulty of asking for names and removing Master Zhixu, he would definitely not leave such a big loophole for others. Haha, this is nothing more than selling a flaw and deliberately attracting people to attack!

The girl seemed to have seen the bones of Qian Yiqun, and she was so calm that she didn't tremble at all.

She is indeed qualified to be so sure because she is Xu Fo.

...

Monk Huiguang stood on the stage and suddenly realized that he had done something very stupid. Qian Yiqun could be shameless, but how could he, a Buddhist, follow him? Especially this shamelessness was plagiarized, and while being cursed, there were countless ridicule. At this moment, he thought he was trapped in the eighteen levels of hell.

Just, just thought...

Monk Huiguang soon discovered that the eighteenth floor of hell was not the bottom floor, but also the basement...

After the crowd, Qian Yiqun began to recite the name with a firm tone and clear pronunciation.

Soon everyone calmed down and listened to one stranger after another spitting out of Qian Yiqun's mouth.

First, the names of the Taoist priests of Quanzhen were mostly the characters "Zhi" or "Dao", and soon the characters "De" were mostly the characters, and there were also the characters "Tong" sometimes. "Daode Tongxuanjing" was the Longmen school, and then there were also the names of the characters "Yuxian, Suishan, Nanmo, Huashan, Yushan, Yushan, Qingjing, etc.

The monks and Taoists present knew that the last debate was mainly a confrontation between Buddhist Tantric Buddhism and Taoism Quanzhen, so there is nothing to be surprised about when Taoism is full of Quanzhen French descendants.

What is strange is that a clerk actually had the leisure to record all the names of the listeners.

Qian Yiqun did not have the time to answer everyone's doubts, and still slowly and firmly reported names at a fixed frequency. From the disciples of Quanzhen Sect to Taoist priests from other sects, then the names of Buddhist spectators were almost all Mongols, Tibetans, and Uygurs.

Finally, Qian Yiqun took a long breath and ended the registration program.

"Therefore, a total of 237 people participated in the debate on Taoism and 343 people participated in the Buddhist participants." Qian Yiqun summarized and looked at Huiguang quietly.

Huiguang's whole body seemed to have been taken away, and staggered forward two steps, suddenly raised his head, and roared: "You are talking nonsense! It's all made up by you! It must be made up by you!"

"You monk really can't afford to lose. Ask me such a simple question, but don't you know the answer?" Qian Yiqun shook his head and said helplessly, "Do you don't know the "Old Archives of the Beiyuan Palace" translated and compiled by Grand Secretary Song Lian, "The 28th Miscellaneous Mansion", and "The Complete List of the Discussions of the Disasters of Buddhism and Taoism in Kaiping Prefecture"?"

"How could there be such a thing!" Huiguang roared and the monk's hat fell to the ground. In the cold wind of the first month, wisps of hot air emerged from the round bald head.

"That time was discussed by Mengge and Kublai Khan. According to the habits of the Mongols, we must remember who had seen these two great khans." Qian Yiqun's words were unquestionable, and it was unquestionable that people believed it five points.

As for the Mongolian nation that even uses Tibetan language, why does it have such a rigorous recording habit, not everyone will think about it.

Qian Yiqun looked at the smoke from Hui's head leisurely and said, "Okay, in order to give up, I can show you a copy of the manuscript of that year. However, this manuscript has been more than 260 years ago and is of great significance. Please send a monk to Daming Temple to the same as the master of the mansion."

As soon as this statement came out, Daming Temple suddenly felt a lot of grief, and the defeat was decided. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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