Chapter 1,244: What level is worthy of being called a national master?
"Walking around the world, observing good and evil, making strict rewards and punishments, and deterring all spirits..."
"To help the country, to save the world, to do whatever it takes, to bring happiness to all living beings..."
Zhenwu Dangmo Great Emperor’s Infinite Treasure Edict!”
The capital, which seems to be in bloom but is actually calm, has recently experienced two major events with extremely far-reaching impacts.
First, the name of Taoist Zhenwu Sage began to spread among the government and the public.
People are very unfamiliar with Taoism and don't trust it much.
However, Buddhism in this world is so arbitrary that even evil sacrifices have no place to hide. When a strange priest suddenly appears, the people can't help but become curious. There are still many people who are willing to contact them, so the spread is very fast.
Quick. Originally, this was just a burst of majesty, it stayed for a while and then dissipated on its own, but the second thing that happened caused a storm.
Something happened to the Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes.
"Why is the treasure seal used to identify authenticity gone?"
"If this seal is lost, the banker won't deny it, right?"
"I definitely don't admit it! I've said it before, how can this mere piece of paper be worth real money? You're confused, you're confused!"
For ordinary people, the weight of heavy gold and silver in their hands, and the sense of security that comes with it, can never be compared to paper money.
Under the promotion of Buddhism, Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes do have stable value, but when wisps of light invisible to mortals escape from the treasure banknotes, watching the lines on the banknotes change or even dissipate, the distrust of banknotes is quickly overthrown
It was hard to build trust.
"My money! My money!"
Just as the streets of the capital were filled with panic and noise, Jiajing was sitting in the palace, looking at the changes in the treasure banknotes in front of him. A trace of long-awaited excitement first appeared in his brows, and then he deliberately shouted angrily: "Quickly convey the decree, let's
The Imperial Master has entered the palace!" Xiaoqian secretly laughed when she saw the so-called Imperial Master, but she curled her lips again at the so-called Imperial Master. The real Ming Dynasty has a Celestial Master, and the Ming Dynasty here also has a National Master, and he is the one who has appeared before.
Wuda, the holy monk who came to stop the Nine-Headed Insect.
Xiaoqian hates this very much and feels that only Mongolians can do this. For example, when Kublai Khan became the Great Khan of Mongolia, he sealed Phagpa, the master of the Sakya sect of Tibetan Buddhism, as the Mongolian king.
Master, how could the Ming Dynasty have such rules?
"The Imperial Guard has arrived!"
But it turned out that the power of the imperial master was indeed terrifying. When the voice of the general reached all the way into the palace, Jiajing's expression involuntarily calmed down and he said softly: "Chang'an, please stay away for a while."
"What a grand gesture!"
Xiaoqian hummed in her heart, got up and hid behind the curtain.
Not long after, with the sound of steady footsteps on the green bricks, an old monk wearing a brocade cassock and a fluttering white beard walked into the hall, clasped his hands together, and bowed: "I have met Your Majesty!"
Jiajing didn't think anything of it before, but now that he has Zhenwu Shengjun, he becomes more and more unhappy when he looks at this behavior, and he said calmly: "Can the National Master know what I am worried about?"
Wu Da glanced at the treasure banknotes scattered on the desk, his face remained unchanged, and his tone was equally calm and authentic: "The evildoers are causing trouble and causing harm to the world. I, the Buddha, are compassionate and will surely subdue the evildoers. Please rest assured, Your Majesty."
"The treasure banknote is related to the livelihood of trillions of people, and it is also related to the safety of our country, the Ming Dynasty. How can I feel at ease?"
Jiajing frowned, and there was some urgency in his tone: "Buddha has great supernatural powers, is called omnipotent, and has thousands of saints and thousands of spirits. He should have given instructions long ago. The Imperial Master might as well tell you why the treasure became like this.
appearance!"
Wu Da said slowly: "I admire your majesty's love for the people. However, since the calamity came thousands of years ago, the Buddha saved all living beings and suppressed the demons. The mortal bones of the world. Without my protection, the Buddha would have perished for thousands of calamities."
After that, he recited the scripture in a low voice.
Regarding this legend of Buddha saving the world, Jiajing's ears almost became calloused, but he still waited patiently for the recitation of the scriptures before he said: "What the master meant is that the Buddha suppressed the demons and had no time to clone himself?"
Wuda said: "I do have this concern."
This was what Jiajing was waiting for, and he immediately said: "In that case, how about leaving the responsibility of subduing the demons to Lord Zhenwu?"
Wuda answered without any hesitation: "Absolutely not. The origin of such a god's name is unknown, how can he be entrusted with such an important task?"
Jiajing smiled: "It turns out that the Imperial Master, like me, has forgotten the true martial arts of Taoism. He was originally the Dangmo Tianzun consecrated by Emperor Chengzu, and he is the protector of our Ming Dynasty. How can it be that his origin is unknown? What's more, the Imperial Master was not
Have you ever met the Holy Lord?"
Wu Da was slightly startled: "What do you mean by your Majesty's words?"
Jiajing said: "The sacred bird that disturbed the Daxinglong Temple was the Holy King's mount. It secretly went down to the realm without the Taoist boy noticing. Fortunately, the Holy King subdued it, otherwise the world would be uneasy!"
Wuda's expression finally changed, his beard fluttered slightly, and he fell silent.
The two sides stared at each other, with a majestic look on Jiajing's brows, but although Wuda no longer argued, he had no intention of letting go. There was a depressing atmosphere in the palace, and no one was willing to give in, nor did they rashly go further.
Until there was a slight movement behind the curtain and he felt his daughter's aura, Jiajing woke up as if from a dream. Since he had taken a step of resistance, he opened the bow without looking back. He said in a deep voice: "The ceremony to worship the Zhenwu Saint Lord is going to be troublesome.
The Imperial Master is ready, let’s go!”
Wu Da slowly clasped his hands together and bowed again: "I take my leave!" "A virtuous holy monk who respects heaven and worships Buddha is not the master of the Ming Dynasty!"
Watching the old monk disappear into the hall, Jiajing's eyebrows flashed with a stern look. He suppressed the anger in his heart and called out: "Chang'an!"
Xiaoqian floated out from behind the curtain, looking at the bald emperor with admiration: "Father, the Holy Ming!"
After so many generations of oppression, he was the only one who dared to directly resist the pressure of Buddhism and switch to the Zhenwu faith. It would have been very difficult for any other emperor to do so.
What Jiajing needs is not praise, but support: "After this, there will definitely be a lot of turmoil inside and outside the court. If you want to withstand the pressure, Zhenwu Shengjun must descend to the mortal world. Can you do this?"
Xiaoqian did not praise Haikou, but there was a reassuring force in her tone: "My son, I will do my best!"
Jiajing looked at his daughter and smiled: "You are much better than those two unsatisfactory people. Come here, look at these memorials and help your father!"<
at the same time.
Wu Da returned to the Mingguang Temple, which was specially built for Zen masters. He walked into the Mahavira Hall, looked at the statues of Arhat, Vajra, Bodhisattva, and Buddha, and murmured: "Sage Zhenwu..."
The Nine-Headed Insect made a big fuss in Buddhist temples. Although it had no impact on the secular world, even the temples of Daxinglong Temple collapsed, and countless houses collapsed. The monks had to relocate to other temples and brought the news with them.
In the past, this god who suddenly appeared has become the most discussed existence in major temples recently.
According to the precepts and regulations, such distracting thoughts should not be allowed, but in the end, we cannot stop everyone's curiosity.
Why has such a powerful god never been seen before?
Does the name of Dang Mo mean that he, like Buddha, is suppressing the demons and silently protecting the world?
The senior officials of various temples also considered whether the appearance of Taoist gods would cause the emperor to have unnecessary thoughts?
Now what I was worried about has finally become a reality. Once Zhenwu's faith is supported by the Ming court, it may soon rear its head. Even if it cannot be compared with the deep-rooted influence of Buddhism, it is still a hidden danger.
"Fights in the world often stem from comparisons. Your Majesty is obsessed with it and cannot be pure!"
Having said that, it was no longer enough not to fight. Wu Da walked all the way to the Tathagata Buddha statue, put his hands together and knelt down: "Namo Amitabha!"
Recite the Buddha's name and ask for my Buddha's Dharma!
The majestic golden Buddha stared straight ahead, still a clay and wood sculpture, without any response.
After prostrating, Wuda stood up, turned to the surrounding Buddha statues, bowed down one by one, and recited the Buddha's name: "Namo Burning Deng Ancient Buddha! Namo Jeweled Banner King of Light Buddha! Namo Life-saving Medicine Buddha! Namo the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Rescuer of Suffering and Inspiration of Guanyin."
Bodhisattva!·Namo Golden Body Arhat Bodhisattva”
Each Buddha statue looks down at the world peacefully, showing no reaction at all.
"My Buddha is merciful and saves everyone in the world!"
When he arrived in front of the Vajra Arhat, Wuda showed obvious anxiety.
Just one mount can cause chaos in the Jingzhong Temple. If the Zhenwu Saint takes action, no amount of Buddhist practice will help. At this time, the Buddhas in Lingshan Mountain are about to come forward. Why is there no response?
"My Buddha is compassionate...and saves all the people in the world!" "My Buddha is compassionate...and saves all the people in the world!!!"
"The Buddhist practice here is really bad. This old monk is also an accomplished monk. How can he change his mood so easily?"
Just as the kneeling face in the hall gradually became distorted, two figures were observing silently outside, and the nine-headed insect among them sighed.
It’s okay to say that the fighting ability of Buddhist cultivators is not worth mentioning. After all, practitioners are not necessarily good at fighting, but their adaptability is also too poor, so they can easily break their defenses?
The key point is that this person is still a national master. The great master is the heavenly master in the Ming Dynasty. What kind of grade does this person have and does he deserve the same status?
The other person was naturally Li Yan, who said calmly: "In Buddhist practice, the most important thing is the state of mind. However, there is a deformed rule here, so that troubles and distracting thoughts are taken away by external forces. It is too easy to get it, and you will not cherish it.
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"Guilty! Guilty!"
Sure enough, Zen Master Wuda soon realized his gaffe, and returned to the futon of the Tathagata Buddha statue to bow down: "I am guilty of polluting the world! I beg you, Lord Buddha, to accept my calamity!"
Wu Da knew that this request would definitely be answered.
For all living beings in the world, as long as those who practice cultivation have desires, it will be a disaster, which will inevitably affect the heaven and the earth.
At this time, you should pray sincerely, and the Buddha will use his great power to take away all the churning desires, restore purity, and make all the four elements empty.
Under this expectant gaze, a layer of faint waves emerged from the Buddha statue, the sky opened faintly, and a golden light flew down, falling directly on the head.
"Namo Amitabha!"
However, just as the Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty prostrated himself with respect, a slender hand reached out from outside the palace and cut the golden light in half: "If you have no worries and all four elements are empty, how can external forces interfere?"