no,70 Counterattack from Buddhism

On the wide road not far from Chang'an City, several monks dressed in cloth but round heads and bright heads were hanging down and returned to their hometown under the pressure of the public. Some ignorant children jumped and jumped around the monks, and from time to time they picked up some rotten vegetables and leaves, throwing small stones on the monks, and then ran away with laughter. They sang in their mouths: "Fu Yi, the Great Tang Dynasty, was a master of Confucianism and Taoism, rebuking Buddhism and Zen. The punishment was achieved by the blessing gate, and life and death were born and died naturally."

After hearing this, the monks couldn't even smile bitterly, and they really wanted to cry without tears. But they had become like this and accepted their fate. Who made Buddhism pursue transcendence in the next life? Since it is transcendence in the next life, it doesn't matter no matter how much suffering they suffer in this life. Although thinking about it this way, it is actually just a psychological excuse for oneself. I just don't know if these monks will eventually integrate into the common people or will still firmly maintain this "Buddha heart".

The songs sung by these children are conveyed from Chang'an to every corner of the Tang Dynasty. Whenever they meet a monk walking on the road, there will always be a few children coming up to the front, teasing for a while, and then throwing a few songs. After a few days, the songs praising Fu Yi are boring. The children also have new songs.

On that day, Falin, the head of Jifa Temple, was walking on the road. He saw a group of children chasing an old monk from a distance. He couldn't help but be in a slight anger. He walked forward step by step and grabbed the old monk's arm and protected the old monk behind him. When the other moved, the children jumped. Several brave children came to their senses and saw another old monk coming. He quickly grabbed a few handfuls of sand from the ground and sang over. Falin was also a master monk who was able to beat the sand and soil. He protected the old monk without saying a word and walked towards the direction of Jifa Temple. However, he heard the children behind him cheering and then sang a song.

"Chun* calls Maoer, Maoer, and the more he calls he becomes more and more energetic, and the old monk also has the intention of cats, so he dare not shout in front of others."

The laughter came to Falin's ears, causing his unmoved Zen heart to roll over several big waves. His eyes stared at the direction of Chang'an City, with wrinkles and blue veins rising from his head. Falin, who returned to the temple, did not place the old monk, and walked to the case in advance and wrote:

My Buddha is pure and kind, and he is so righteous that the Buddha is empty. Emperor Wu of Zhou divided the three religions into three categories. Zen Master Dahui praised the distant and distant, but did not show it; the reincarnation of the Five Patriarchs is the phenomenon of Bodhidharma. Since ancient times, it has been said that the three religions are supreme and cannot be destroyed or consumed. I beg the world to make clear decisions.

Another question was that the old monk asked me. In temples and corvee labor, my Buddhists are different from Taoist scholars? Why do we only suppress me monks and promote Taoism? According to the Taoist priest of the century-old Taoist emperor of the Heavenly Immortal Palace and the Grand Historian Fu Yi, the Buddha is the root of all sins. I wonder what the Taoist saying "Tao gives birth to everything." How can the Tao produce everything? Does it produce good and evil? If the Tao also produces evil, the Tao is not perfect, then what Tao is obtained and what can you do after you obtain it? If it is said that evil is not born from Tao, where does evil come from? How can the Tao produce all things?

Falin dropped his brush heavily, and the ink marks splashed on the rice paper, and a piece of stain appeared. Falin ignored the ink marks that had not dried yet, and held them in his hand hard, read them repeatedly several times, and sent someone to copy two copies, and while the night was about to end, he posted them on the Tianxian Palace and Fu Yi's mansion.

Huang Junming slept until he woke up naturally, but it was not too late at this time. He just stepped out of the room but could not see the Taoist priests practicing martial arts and boxing in the past. He couldn't help but wonder that the five expanded areas have not yet been officially occupied, and the Taoist priests should practice boxing and self-cultivation under this octagonal platform every day. But it doesn't rain today, and there is no sacrifice. How could there be no one in this square? Is it over? But this is not an important event, and Huang Junming didn't think much about it. Although he still had some questions, Huang Junming still returned to the Centennial Palace and took out a wooden bicycle.

While there was no one in the square, I first tried the results of this research. Speaking of which, Huang Junming had been thinking about it for a long time before. This time, it was not as bulky as before. The body of the car was made of light willow wood, but the burrs were removed, which looked slightly rough. The front and rear wheels were completely made of pig iron, with bamboo spokes in the middle, and some fine waste cloth wrapped on the outside. In comparison, the rear wheel was slightly larger than the front wheel. In terms of power, a pair of pedals of similar styles as modern styles were fixed under the seat, and the chain was a thick cowhide band. There was a wooden tooth with one on the back of the cowhide band. The distance between each wooden tooth was equal, just stuck between the middle of the pedal and the gears on the rear wheel. The principle of the modern chain was the same, but it was slightly different.

Huang Junming carefully collapsed on the homemade bicycle. At first, he just stepped on the pedal and kept paddling on the ground. He slowly felt like he was riding a bicycle in the present world. Then he sat on his seat and staggered around the Tianxian Palace.

If there is a bicycle here, I will definitely take a lot of effort into this Tianxian Palace. When the five areas are driven in the future, the place will become bigger, so it will naturally be much more convenient to have a bicycle. After all, there is no way to ride a horse in this Tianxian Palace? Besides, riding a bicycle is safe for others. Even if it hits, it is just a physical scratch. If the carriage hits, then I will be blessed.

Huang Junming was riding a bicycle and staggering around the Tianxian Palace. He wondered that the people in the Tianxian Palace seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of people everywhere. Huang Junming felt something was wrong. Huang Junming felt anxious and his speed of riding the bicycle increased. He repeatedly checked several areas that had been built, but no one! There was no one in the area under construction! There was no craftsman! There was a silence all around. A chill rose in Huang Junming's heart. It was almost impossible to see the mountain gate. Huang Junming rushed to the Liuli Archway with his bicycle.

From the Tianxian Palace to the Glazed Archway, it was a downhill. Huang Junming had just seen a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the mountain gate, standing there blankly. In a hurry, he quickly braked, but the rag wrapped in the wheel was immediately worn out. The pig iron rubbed on the bluestone road and brought first-class sparks. The harsh friction sound was particularly loud at the originally silent mountain gate. Everyone turned their heads to look at Huang Junming, and they were shocked.

Invincible Hot Wheel? This idea emerged in the minds of every Taoist priest. At the same time, he also involuntarily made a way out.

Huang Junming finally stopped the bicycle at the mountain gate and simply did not hit anyone. However, Huang Junming looked up and saw the remarks written by Falin. After reading it, Huang Junming also understood why the Taoist priests and workers in the Tianxian Palace were silent at the mountain gate. The Buddhist counterattack is coming!

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