Great Liangzhen Fusi, starting as the villain

Mr. Qi is dead... Hearing these words, the eloquent people just fell silent.

That's right, the former Liang country's arrogance had died on New Year's Eve.

This time, in the face of Zen, that figure did not stand up again.

"Bah, nonsense, have you forgotten the rumors? Mr. Qi appeared in the northern border a few months ago, and a few days ago, there were also rumors..." Someone retorted.

But after saying a few words, he closed his mouth, a little frustrated.

Rumors... are just rumors after all.

After all, no one has really seen the evidence that Qi Ping is still alive, and there are many speculative rumors that people talk about, but they are more like good expectations.

The prestige established by the imperial court over the years made the people in Kyoto still trust the imperial court's statement even more.

Listening to those discussions, Qi Ping felt complicated, but unfortunately, he agreed to the chief seat and could not reveal his true face.

"Fan Zhu, Xia Lan, have you seen the Zen people?" The little chubby Chen Ju raised his head and stretched his neck to look forward.

The quiet young man Xia Lan said with contempt:

"It hasn't started yet. What's the rush? Speaking of which, the rise of Zen Buddhism is not a good thing for our sect. Do you think the elders will interfere today?"

A disciple next to him said: "I heard that there has always been a tradition of accepting doubts when teaching the Fa."

"Yeah yeah."

The young disciples began to discuss in a low voice, not only them, but also the disciples in other branches.

"Fan Zhu, what do you think?" the first male disciple who asked Qi Ping to teach him that day asked.

Qi Ping came back to his senses, smiled, and was about to speak when he saw Deacon Lu stepping up and scolded in a low voice:

"Qu Jing, no matter what happens, it is not for you to participate."

The disciples bowed their heads to be scolded, but did not refute.

Indeed, even if the debate on Buddhism and Taoism is the business of the big men, disciples like them can only watch on.

Seeing this, Qi Ping didn't speak any more, but followed a gaze, looked back, and found a girl from the experience department staring at him.

Well, remember...he is a good seed among the freshmen, surnamed Wang...he smiled back politely.

Wang Muqing looked away in embarrassment, and the senior brother in white beside him frowned slightly.

……

The crowd gathered more and more, and around Jingjue Temple, the imperial army maintained order.

The Zhenfu Division sent people to patrol the streets as usual, but there was no fixed stand pergola.

"Come on, there are so many martial arts sects today, if troubles arise, it will be troublesome." Yu Qing, dressed in brocade clothes, ordered everyone with a knife.

Since Qi Ping assassinated Zhu Wen and robbed the prison, the town governor has replaced a new official. Perhaps there is a lesson learned from the past, and the new town governor is extremely low-key.

The life of Yu Qing and others has also become much easier.

"Understood," Nv Jinyi muttered, with her high ponytail hanging down her waist, the big chopping knife behind her switched to a "slender" shape, her willow-leaf eyebrows raised, looking at the vast crowd, she suddenly felt a little sentimental:

"The last time there were so many people, it was still the Yaozu competition."

The rest of Jinyi was silent.

It is only a few months since the Yaozu competition, but it seems like a few years later, Du Yuanchun is gone, Li Tong and others are also gone.

And that person... since the night of the prison robbery, he disappeared without a trace again. In the last scene, he just fled north.

Afterwards, Zen Master Kongji returned empty-handed. According to gossip, Qi Ping fled back to Youzhou City with the prisoners.

Pei Shaoqing sighed and said, "If he is still here, he must be the most dazzling person today."

A firm tone.

Hu Lai, the captain with a loud voice, whispered a little lonely: "What's the use of saying this, let's patrol."

After the new king came to the throne, the yamen gradually changed their blood. They, the "old men" in the Fusi, became more and more uncomfortable and often missed the past.

……

Inside Jingjue Temple.

Yesterday, the entire ancient temple was cleaned up. Today, all the monks put on brand new monk clothes, with excited expressions.

This is especially true for young monks.

In the past few months, monks have arrived in Kyoto from Nanzhou one after another. Now, there are nearly a thousand monks in the entire Kyoto.

The original abbot of Jingjue Temple was carrying his robe, stepped into the threshold from the outside, bumped into Kong Ji head-on, clasped his hands together:

"Master Kongji, the preparations outside have been completed, the time is coming, the Sixth Patriarch..."

Kong Ji asked: "Have the people from the Taoist temple arrived?"

"Here we are," said the old abbot.

Kong Ji nodded, waved his hand and said, "Go."

Immediately, he turned around, walked through the wet, sun-reflecting stone road after sweeping, and arrived outside the secluded meditation room: "Sixth Patriarch, the time has come."

"Squeak." The double wooden doors of the meditation room were opened, and a young monk with a red embroidered gold thread cassock, cyan scalp, cloth shoes, and eyes as clear as a baby walked out.

At this moment, the breeze picked up, and the huge bronze bell in the temple rang by itself.

"when……"

"when……"

"when……"

Outside the Jingjue Temple, on the square, thousands of people crowded together, and it was extremely noisy, but when the bell sounded, it swept over.

The discussion disappeared, and everyone inexplicably stopped talking and looked at the magnificent altar.

"It's started." Under the guard of the Imperial Army, Yong Ning, who was dressed in a purple palace dress, was shocked. She came here today not to worship the Buddha, but to witness the debate of Buddhism and Taoism.

"Are you going out?"

Princess Anping, who was wearing a gorgeous pink palace dress, raised her chin, curiosity was reflected in her eyes like stars.

At the same time, among the crowd, the many Jianghu sects were also shaken.

Didn't they come all the way for this moment?

"Palace Master." The black-veiled woman was very excited, and the veiled and charming Palace Master Yihua beside her said:

"Afterwards, I will realize in meditation that even if you don't have the wisdom root and Buddha nature, feeling the power of a sacred domain is still of great benefit."

"Yes." A group of heroines responded.

Are you here...Among the people in the Taoist academy, Qi Ping also paid attention to it. Before he came, he asked a generation of headmasters about the lectures.

According to one generation, whether it is "speaking scriptures" or "preaching", the essence is the same. It is the sacred realm, which presents part of the "road" and "rules of heaven and earth" that one has comprehended in a certain way, and gives it to others. One view.

"The Divine Ability Realm was born with innate supernatural powers. When I first glimpsed the Dao in the Divine Hidden Realm, I really touched the sacred realm and mastered some of the laws of heaven and earth. Heh, in fact, during the process of preaching the scriptures, when you were in Dongcheng, I used my spiritual consciousness to help the newsboy vomit. There is no essential difference between Na and Na, but it is more mysterious."

The dean of the first generation said in a nonchalant tone:

"As for whether you can have some insights, first look at the individual's comprehension, and second, look at the degree of fit between the monk's practice and the Dao of the preacher... The higher the degree of correlation, the greater the benefit... Speaking of which, Zen Patriarch reincarnated, the Dao Maybe it involves reincarnation, maybe it will be good for you too."

……

Qi Ping returned to reality from the memories, with some expectations.

After the bell rang three times, seven-colored Buddha light suddenly rose in Jingjue Temple.

"Ah—" a disciple whispered.

Immediately, everyone felt warm all over their bodies, as if soaking in hot springs. Under the Buddha's light, their distracting thoughts disappeared, their pain was gone, and there was only compassion and light in their hearts.

Suddenly, a lotus platform flew up, spun and landed on the altar.

Qi Ping is no stranger to this lotus platform. Zen Zi used it before in Daoist battles and illusory realms, but today the lotus platform is like colored glaze, extremely holy.

Exuding an indescribable coercion.

The sixth patriarch of the Zen sect, one of the few five-level monks in the world, sits cross-legged on a lotus platform, with Buddha's light rising behind his head, and makes a seal with his hands: "Mou..."

The first word was uttered, and immediately, with it as the center, a halo swept across the audience, enveloping everyone.

Qi Ping was in the middle of it, and he could only feel Zen sounds bursting in his ears, as if countless Buddhas were singing.

His supernatural powers kept him awake, and he heard that the Sixth Patriarch had begun to recite Buddhist scriptures, which was the Nirvana Sutra of this world, with a loud, majestic and mysterious voice.

He looked around and saw monks below the three realms, including Deacon Lu, Chen Ju, and others, with their eyes closed and their expressions changing.

"Below the three realms, can you resist..." Qi Ping's heart moved, and he looked at the crowd again.

I saw that in the huge square, tens of thousands of people also closed their eyes tightly, as if they were immersed in the lecture, with different expressions.

someone burst into tears;

Someone laughs in a dream;

Someone has a face full of enlightenment;

Someone is struggling...

At this moment, everyone seemed to be immersed in their own world.

"Don't look around," suddenly, Yu Xuanji's voice penetrated into his ears:

"Although it is unpleasant to see these bald donkeys, it is rare to have such a large-scale lecture in the five realms, and it will consume a lot of money for the sixth patriarch. Heh, this little bald donkey has also spent a lot of money in order to preach, so hurry up and realize it. , as much prostitution as possible.”

Qi Ping looked at Yu Xuanji, and found that the Taoist woman had a stern expression on her face, with a lotus mark shining between her brows.

All right...so, the elders didn't stop them on purpose... wanting to benefit from whoring for nothing... Qi Ping was speechless, seeing Yu Xuanji and the others doing this, he also closed his eyes and tried to relax.

boom.

In an instant, Qi Ping seemed to be caught in a cycle, and it seemed to be a dream.

In the dream, he was born in a rich and powerful family. He was born in a wealthy family and was clothed with fine clothes. He stretched out his hands for clothes and opened his mouth for food. The house was as big as a maze. The grandma in charge loved him infinitely.

She grew up until she was fourteen or fifteen years old, and her love affair just started. One night, she had sex with her personal maid.

Thus, the little boy became an adult and opened up a new world.

As a son of the rich and powerful, the son of a honey pot, the family expects an elder brother to take responsibility. It seems that there is only pleasure in his life.

He is good at poetry, good at dogs and horses, and good at sensuality. In addition to eating, drinking and having fun with his friends in his daily life, he just falls in love with different girls.

He didn't marry the main wife until he was [-] years old. Maybe he was too indulgent when he was young, but when he was older, he fell in love with calligraphy and painting, and he was extremely talented.

Flowers, birds, fish and insects, twisted by skillful hands, are famous in the capital city.

In his later years, he indulged in drinking once, left a famous painting through the ages, and died with a smile. There was a grand celebration and funeral in the mansion for seven days, and his life was complete without any regrets.

This is Xi's life, Qi Ping smiled.

As soon as the screen turns, the second reincarnation.

He was born in a scholarly family, but he was born in troubled times, when he was weak, his family was exploited by cruel officials, and his father died in rage.

After being instructed by someone, I found out that the cruel official was instigated by the official. He was angry again and went to Fucheng to sue the official.

After studying hard, he was finally named on the gold list, but he was only sent to a remote village to be a county magistrate.

He tried his best to reform, but everywhere he saw was filth, and there was nowhere to display his abilities.

When the enemy country suddenly invaded, he threw his pen into the army in anger, but all he saw was the officers and soldiers doing evil, causing disasters to the place, shattering the mountains and rivers, and depriving the people of their lives.

Looking back in my fifties, I have wasted half my life, and there is only one word of anger.

Angry at oneself without fighting, angry at the king's incompetence, angry at the darkness of the officialdom, angry at the sky without eyes.

One night, the enemy army raided the army tent, and the general led the crowd to surrender. He scolded everyone and was stabbed in the chest to death.

This is Nu's life, and Qi Ping shows an angry face.

The third reincarnation...

The fourth reincarnation...

Yu Xuanji took a peek at the cheap apprentice and was taken aback. Generally speaking, people with different talents can understand the reincarnation of the Sixth Patriarch at different times.

Like those ordinary people, they can reincarnate for one life at most, ordinary monks can reincarnate for two lives, and a monk of the four realms like her can reincarnate for four lives at most.

It's not that she is not talented enough, but that she majors in the water element among the five elements... It is far away from the Sixth Patriarch Dao.

But Qi Ping... It was like changing her face, she changed her expression after a while, she counted silently, feeling happy, angry, sad, joyful, sad and frightened...

"It's fake, did this kid really benefit from prostitution?" Yu Xuanji muttered.

At this time, the lecture has come to an end.

In the square, people woke up one after another.

Everyone was immersed in their own dreams, unable to extricate themselves, and then looking at the young monk on the rosette, many people worshiped and believed in their hearts.

Those people from the martial arts sect, who were a little bit better, seemed to have realized something at this time. Suddenly, there were many directions in the square, and their vitality gathered.

There are many mortals who awaken on their own, draw energy into their bodies, and step into the realm of the extraordinary.

The sharp-eyed Zen monks went quickly to record each other, and these people all had "roots of wisdom".

……

"What a strange dream." The chubby Chen Ju rubbed his belly and muttered.

Next to him, Xia Lan wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at him: "What kind of reincarnation are you?"

Chen Ju said unhappily: "I dreamed that I had been a cook all my life, cooking for others, and then went to the palace to serve my empress."

"Pfft." A group of disciples laughed and shared the contents of their dreams.

At this time, someone noticed that Qi Ping had also opened his eyes, and asked curiously, "Fan Zhu, what did you reincarnate?"

Qi Ping pondered for a while, suddenly a little difficult to explain.

How to say?

I had seven dreams, each different?

Just when he was about to make up an explanation, suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, and a little energy of heaven and earth began to gather around him like a trickle.

It's not obvious, especially at the moment when the vitality in the square is already disordered, Deacon Lu's so-called cleansing, just looked at this side strangely, not to mention the young disciples.

But Qi Ping was stunned on the spot.

At this moment, the true essence in his sea of ​​qi boiled, and the snow mountain where the true essence accumulated turned into a mountain range.

His understanding of time, life and death, and reincarnation has improved to a higher level. In a trance, he seems to have touched a bottleneck of real existence.

Elder Dian Zang and the others did not turn their heads, but their spiritual consciousness swept over at the same time, and the hearts of several great monks from all four realms were shocked.

"What's the matter with you kid?" Yu Xuanji voice transmission, bluffing:

"Something seems wrong? Don't you..."

Qi Ping exhaled, and in the depths of his eyes, countless stars were shining:

"I seem to... have been promoted to the top supernatural power."