"Master Yuanmiao is giving a sermon, do you want to go?"
Li Yu asked with a smile.
Song Jiang looked regretful, "Of course I want to go."
Li Yu grabbed his arm and said, "Let's go together."
"this..."
Li Yu smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, this is Bianliang, I am still a bit thin-faced. You don't know, right? The Tong Guan you beat was knocked down by Cai Jing. Now that he is in bad luck, who will come again?"
Pursuing you?"
This was not the only thing that happened to Song Jiang. He also killed his wife, Yan Poxi.
"This... to tell you the truth, brother, there is still a life-threatening lawsuit involving my brother."
Li Yu waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, just come with me."
He turned his head and asked softly: "Are you going?"
"Where's my sister?"
"Eighty percent are here too."
Xiao Qiao immediately smiled and said: "Go!"
Xue Pan also joined in the fun, shouting: "I will go too, Baochai will go too, everyone will go."
Li Yu laughed and returned to his home in a good mood. Going to Yuanmiao Mountain was equivalent to half of a home court.
"You, all of you, come here and go."
The little Taoist boys and little Taoist nuns cheered, threw their brooms, and followed Li Yu with a roar.
Yuanmiao Mountain, peak.
Lin Lingsu opened the forum and preached, and the disciples sat and listened to the scriptures. Almost all Taoist monks near Kaifeng Mansion gathered around them.
When he talked about the wonderful things, everyone showed joy and joy.
Li Yu didn't touch the ground, hanging in the air, with the disciples behind him.
He motioned for everyone to listen quietly, and then looked around with his eyes, not far from the podium, he saw everyone in the Zhengjing Sect.
They listened so fascinated that no one noticed Li Yu's arrival.
Suddenly, above the Shenxiao Palace in Yuanmiao Mountain, the wind and clouds changed color, cranes flew around, precious beasts ran away, bronze bells jingled, and in an instant the sky turned golden, and then there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and thousands of Buddha lights hung down.
Lin Lingsu stood up and said leisurely, "You're already here, why don't you show up?"
From above the clouds, there was a burst of laughter, and then a lotus flower seat fell down. The lotus flower appeared in the sky with brilliant golden light, and instantly there were thousands of rays of light.
There is a monk sitting on the platform, with a solemn treasure and a four-petal golden lotus rising from the clouds, supporting the monk.
Lin Lingsu flicked the fly whisk and said, "Master Ci'en, you are here. Do you have any advice?"
Everyone below was amazed that the visitor turned out to be the eminent monk Qiu Ji of the Tang Dynasty.
Queji is the founder of the Consciousness-only Sect of Buddhism. Together with Shenfang, Jiashang and Puguang, they are called the Four Philosophers of Dharma. Together with Shentai and Shunjing, they are called the Great Masters of Yinming.
He was a well-known monk in the Tang Dynasty and even throughout the Six Dynasties. His teachings were unpredictable and he had always been very low-key.
"Master Yuanmiao's Taoism is exquisite, and his explanations are even more wonderful. But the poor monk doesn't know what sins my Mahayana Buddhist Xiangguo Temple has committed, so that Master Yuanmiao has uprooted it, injured my Buddhist disciples, taken away my Buddhist temple, and destroyed it.
My Buddha's golden body ruins the reputation of Buddhism."
Li Yu's feet slipped and he immediately wanted to run away.
However, one look at Lin Lingsu, who looked calm at all times. I guess he had some confidence in his heart. Then he stabilized his body and stopped hanging in the air. He found an open space, landed with Song Jiang and others, and hid in the crowd.
"The Daxiangguo Temple colluded with the Ming Cult and collaborated with traitors in an attempt to overthrow the imperial power of the Song Dynasty. No matter how many deaths there are, it will not be enough to make up for the crime."
Qiuji laughed and said, "What the real person said is just a lie. Is there any evidence?"
"Bold!" Xue Daoguang, the chief disciple of Shenxiao Palace, became furious when he saw that he was so rude to his master.
Lin Lingsu stopped his apprentice and said with a smile: "Senior brother, if Master Ci'en doesn't believe it, come and explain it to him."
When everyone in the Zhengjing Sect heard this sentence, they all looked up in shock, looking for their own leader.
Li Yu, who was enjoying watching the excitement, almost choked and felt regretful.
If I had known earlier, I would never have come!
He sent a message in a secret voice and said to Lin Lingsu: "Palace Master, this bald donkey is very powerful. If you push me out, wouldn't it be extremely dangerous for him to have a grudge against me?"
"I'm not very good at lying, so it's better if you come here. He has already stood up for the Daxiangguo Temple, so he still doesn't know about you?"
Li Yu thought the same thing. He already occupied the foundation of Daxiangguo Temple. It was simply too much to think about getting out of trouble.
Since you can't hide, you must not shrink back and lose your identity for no reason.
In the eyes of everyone, Li Yu paced in the air, strolling in mid-air, and came to Lin Lingsu.
This move was very beautiful, and everyone in the serious sect below was very excited.
My head coach is back! And since when did he become so powerful?
When Li Yu left, he had to rely on the magical talismans refined by the mutated beasts on the top of the mountain to fly.
Now I feel so relaxed and happy.
Da Qiao's beautiful eyes narrowed when she saw Li Yu, and suddenly she noticed the pretty beauty standing where Li Yu was just now.
He had the same face as his own, a slightly slimmer figure, and smiled proudly at himself.
Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her surprise could no longer be concealed.
Li Yu really brought his sister out!
He came back alive on his own, which was already a surprise, and he also brought back his sister. He was so happy that he almost exploded with joy.
Xiao Qiao stretched out her finger and pointed at her sister, raising her eyebrows as if to say: Don't come here yet.
Da Qiao clenched his fists, ran to his sister, and hugged her tightly. Tears also flowed from the corners of Xiao Qiao's eyes. He grabbed his sister's clothes and felt the familiar body temperature and smell.
Li Yu on the stage was not in such a good mood. He was panicking to death.
However, since it was a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, Li Yu would naturally not express it. Before he could speak, Qiu Ji had already turned a cold shoulder.
This eminent Buddhist monk smiled and smiled from the moment he appeared, just like Maitreya Buddha. Although he said harsh words, he also looked polite.
But when he saw Li Yu, his face immediately changed.
Li Yu worked up his emotions for a while, and just as he was about to introduce himself, Qiu Ji shouted angrily: "It's you, you evil beast! You resurrected the golden cicada demon monk, do you know how much trouble you have caused!"
Li Yu's expression changed. As the saying goes, you can't hit someone with a smiling face. He was laughing and scolding him before he could say anything.
"I see that Buddhism is so messed up. People like you, who are full of filthy words, can claim to be eminent monks. It should be purified by the Golden Chan Tathagata."
As he spoke, he nodded to the Taoist priests around him.
Several Taoist priests were also very considerate, nodding to Li Yu and using their golden light to peek into his basic energy.
"You are still talking nonsense without repentance. You have no idea what the heavens and the earth are. The Golden Cicada Demon God is a demon that was suppressed by Buddha Sakyamuni himself. He is burdened with countless blood debts and is cruel and murderous by nature. After you resurrect him, there are countless living beings.
, was brutally massacred because of it..."
Li Yu cursed in his heart that this bald donkey had evil intentions, and he suddenly placed all the blame on himself.
Originally he was the sworn enemy of Daxiangguo Temple, but now he may become the public enemy of Buddhism.
