Chapter 424 Silla: According to investigation, Shaolin Temple actually originated from our country...
In the shadow of the stick flying, Shaolin Buddhism saves all sentient beings.
When the long sticks covered with blood were put back on their backs and the thirteen monks showed off their skills, there were already people lying on the ground.
Their attacks were measured, and none of the guards died. However, it was inevitable that they would have their arms and legs broken, and some would scream in agony or moan in pain.
Jin Qintu was a battlefield warrior, and from the moment the monks took up their stance, they knew how powerful these monks were.
Jin Zhenzhu, on the other hand, was in charge of military ordnance, similar to a civilian in the Ministry of War, so his reaction was much slower, and he was even dumbfounded.
Why are the monks of the Tang Dynasty so different from our Silla monks?
The fierce and powerful Shaolin monks were relieved and vented their grievances that were suffocated in their own country.
What surprised them even more was that toughness earned them respect.
No one cared about the life and death of those attendants. Jin Qin suddenly rode out and said with a big smile: "Brave monk Tang, I apologize to you on behalf of Jin Zhenzhu. We in Silla worship Buddha and will not offend Buddhist monks."
Jin Zhenzhu's face darkened, feeling very uncomfortable at these words, and he quickly said: "I have absolutely no intention of harming you eminent monks. I was just impatient and lost my etiquette. I hope you can forgive me."
Zhijian sighed in his heart, if they dared to clash with the nobles on the streets of the two capitals of the Tang Dynasty, they would have spent the night in the county jail. The atmosphere where thousands of families live in Buddhism is really great, but why are they so poor and backward?
Zhixing coughed lightly and reminded: "Brother, it's time for us to leave!"
Zhi Jian understood, put his hands together, and loudly said: "Amitabha! Let's take our leave!"
After that, he turned around and left with a group of fellow disciples.
When the matter was over, the Buddha's robes were taken away, and his body and name were hidden deep inside.
Not to mention the Jinzhenzhu, even Jin Qintu clasped his hands and bowed to send it off. The people of Silla on both sides of the street were lying on the ground, muttering sutras, their faces full of piety.
Seeing such scenes along the way, Zhijian frowned: "After this, our reputation has greatly increased, so we might as well work hard to become the guests of the King of Silla."
The prime minister's attendant was beaten and the other party apologized. This kind of treatment undoubtedly made the monks excited. Only Zhixing was a little worried: "Brother, we are in conflict with the monks of Silla. We are afraid that they are not good men and are dedicated to tripping."
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Zhijian was actually worried, but he gritted his teeth and said, "There is nothing we can do about it. Maybe their reaction is not that fast. To complete the task assigned by the internal guards, we must take risks."
Zhiran, who could understand Silla's language, thought for a while and said: "I think since the monks of Silla have such a status, they should be worried about them. Rather than being murdered by them behind the scenes, it is better to come directly to the door and discuss the law with them.
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The group of monks were startled: "On Dharma?"
The Shaolin Temple lacks nothing but eminent monks who can discuss the Dharma. If they really have profound Dharma cultivation and go deep into dangerous situations in enemy countries to directly tour and teach Dharma, their lives will be very comfortable.
So some monks suggested: "Let's forget about discussing Dharma. It would be great if we could fight Dharma..." "We need to fight with force, not with literature!"
Zhiran smiled and said: "Brothers, don't worry. As I just said, Silla monks have a high status and they are more afraid of losing. If we put on an aggressive posture, they might give in, or at least it will delay time and dare not
Do you agree rashly?"
Zhixing's eyes lit up: "This is reasonable. If we put the conflict on the table, we can drag it until the Tang Dynasty Heavenly Army suppresses the situation. Then it will be safe."
Zhijian thought about it carefully: "That's it, let's go have a discussion with the Silla monks!"
With the new plan in mind, the next step is to find out which Silla Buddhist temple is the best.
The good news is that there is no need to ask specifically. First go to the center of the royal city and then look at the stone tower.
The characteristic building of Silla Buddhism is not the magnificent palace with numerous Buddha statues, but the stone pagoda.
Looking from outside the temple, whichever Buddhist temple has the tallest and majestic stone pagoda is basically the Buddhist temple with the highest status.
The Shaolin monks spread out their search and quickly located a temple. Zhiran inquired about it: "This was originally Hongqing Temple. In order to avoid the taboo of the name of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, it was now changed to Shengqing Temple. The abbot of the temple, Master Yuanguang, is the seat of the King of Silla."
Being a guest has a very high status."
Zhijian was not happy when he heard this: "Abbot? In this mere land of Silla, do you dare to be called abbot?"
Zhiran smiled and said: "Isn't this better? This person has such a high status, let's see if he dares to accept our challenge!"
Zhijian nodded and strode forward, followed by the group of monks, with fluttering robes and long sticks dripping with blood, arriving at the main entrance of Shengqing Temple.
Before they opened their mouths, the little novice monks guarding the door were frightened. The Zhike monk came to greet him and heard the strange pronunciation of Silla dialect: "I have heard for a long time that the abbot of your temple has profound Buddhist teachings, and the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral home of the Zen Sect of the Tang Dynasty, has come to pay a special visit!"
After a while, Abbot Yuanguang received news: "A group of monks from the Tang Dynasty blocked the door of the temple and wanted to discuss the Dharma with the abbot."
Yuan Guang's white eyebrows raised slightly, his cloudy eyes rolled and slowly closed: "Namo Maitreya Buddha!"
The disciple immediately understood the meaning and said coldly: "Go find that Shaolin monk, but do you want to discuss the "Three Maitreya Sutras" with us?"
Buddhism spread to different places, with different emphasis. Compared to the Central Plains dynasty, which had a vast territory and rich resources, and had various schools, Silla did not have such a large soil, and could only study one Buddha. The most popular one now is Maitreya Buddha. This is inherent in the problem.
The monk Zhike went to deliver the message. He returned after a long stay this time and reported: "Those monks of the Tang Dynasty have said that it is too little to discuss the Maitreya Sutra alone. They also have the Nirvana Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Golden Light Sutra, and the Yoga Theory.
Interpret the profound esoteric sutra and meditate on the Infinite Life Sutra..."
After such a long list of dish names, Zhike Monk added: "That man spoke very strangely. He talked about many Buddhist scriptures. I really couldn't understand..."
The temple became quiet.
The round light is silent and motionless, as if it has passed away.
The disciples below couldn't help but change their expressions. Although they didn't understand what they were hearing, they still felt that they were very powerful. How could they afford to offend him?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The clever disciples paved the way for the master: "I have long heard that there was a saint monk Xuanzang in the Tang Dynasty who went to Tianzhu to obtain scriptures. These must have been passed down from Tianzhu
, of course we don’t know.”
Some disciples were worried and said: "In the past, monks from the Tang Dynasty came to our Silla, but they did not care about Dharma matters. Didn't this Shaolin Temple also have correspondence with the temple before? Have they been prepared to join our Silla?"
This worry ignited a heated discussion, and the monks discussed one after another, with the worry of being squeezed out of their living space by their peers on their brows.
Seeing that the panic inevitably spread, Yuan Guang recovered from his state of death, slowly opened his eyes, and told Zhi Ke Monk: "You let those Tang monks wait for a while, and let me fix a date before arguing with them."
The monk Zhike accepted the order: "Yes!"
The disciples immediately fell silent and looked at the master eagerly, hoping to see the light of victory on his face.
As a result, the most perceptive people saw the momentary dodge in Yuan Guang's eyes, and their hearts sank involuntarily.
Yuan Guang has already made a decision. He cannot accept this kind of argument that the outcome is uncertain. This is not only for himself, but also for the dignity of Silla.
But direct refusal would also discredit Shengqing Temple. He stood up and said, "This matter is of great importance. I want to join the palace."
The disciples then stood up. The most trusted ones carried the Buddhist chariot and asked Yuan Guang to sit on it. The other disciples stood respectfully on both sides and said goodbye all the way: "A gift to the abbot!"
Jin Famin in the palace had just been angered by his daughter's nonsense. He then met Master Yuanguang and received another bad news: "Tang Monk came to Silla to discuss the Dharma with the master?"
Yuan Guang clasped his hands together: "I don't dare to make my own decisions, so I came to ask the king for instructions!"
Jin Famin's face darkened: "There may be another purpose behind what the monks of the Tang Dynasty did. Master really cannot agree rashly."
In order to strengthen the imperial power, he and his father Jin Chunqiu not only suppressed the nobles and ministers, but also deliberately downplayed the role of Buddhism. However, the effect was not good because the people of Silla were accustomed to the king being the incarnation of Buddha, and their predecessors also had their own good deeds.
Evil, so they were born into the Holy Bone, True Bone, and Liutoupin families respectively.
Silla's bone system is closely related to Buddhist thought. It is precisely because of the firm belief in reincarnation that upper and lower classes can live their lives. Classes are rigid. Nobles will always be nobles, and untouchables will always be untouchables.
After all, how can the retribution of the past life be changed? But once the Buddhist theory is questioned, and the princes and generals like Xiang Ning have their way, the nobles will undoubtedly be the most affected. Jin Famin is naturally unwilling to break out like this.
The society was in turmoil, so Buddhism could not move, let alone lose to the Tang people in terms of Dharma.
But although he is the incarnation of the Buddha, his main energy is spent on military expansion, and his understanding of Buddhism is very shallow. In addition, Won Kwang is already one of the top monks in Silla. If he cannot win, there is little chance of summoning other monks.
I couldn't help but feel a little headache.
If there is anyone who knows about Datang...
Jin Famin suddenly thought of his daughter who had just returned, and ordered: "Go and summon Princess Zhizhao."
Fortunately, the palace was small enough, so Jin Zhizhao quickly left and returned. He came before him without looking away and bowed: "Father!"
Jin Famin saw that her daughter's eyes were red and she seemed to have cried just now. He became increasingly unhappy with this little daughter's attitude, but he endured it and explained the matter briefly, and finally asked: "Child, what do you think of the Shaolin Temple in the Tang Dynasty?"
Do you understand?"
Jin Zhizhao's eyes widened, he regained his energy, and hurriedly said: "I'm telling my father that this temple has declined in the Tang Dynasty. It is a last resort for us in Silla. Just expel the Shaolin monks, and don't pay attention to them at all!"
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Jin Famin frowned: "According to your words, doesn't it mean that we, Silla, are afraid of them and have damaged the majesty of our country?"
Yuan Guang also shook his head slightly.
Jin Zhizhao said anxiously: "Father, the Tang Dynasty wants to use troops against Silla. At this time, the monks from Shaolin Temple are suspected of doing evil when they enter the country. How can we be afraid of expelling them? What we, Silla, seek is the way to strengthen the country, not the way to strengthen the country.
Such a false reputation!"
Jin Famin did not receive the news from Jin Renwen at all, and did not believe that the Tang Dynasty would suddenly use troops against Silla. He waved his hand and said: "You have many prejudices against the Tang Dynasty in your heart. How can I believe what you say? If you
As you said, the Shaolin Temple does not have a high status in the Tang Dynasty, so it cannot be expelled at will, let alone the failure of the discussion of the law. What can you do?"
Jin Zhizhao fell silent, and suddenly thought of Li Yuanfang's extremely contemptuous joke at that time. Comparing it with today, he tried in a trembling voice: "My daughter once read ancient books in the Tang Dynasty. The Shaolin Temple is where Bodhidharma taught Zen Buddhism, and Bodhidharma also had a sect in Liaodong."
The footprints may indicate that I was born in Silla..."
This is no different from nonsense, even Jin Famin was stunned for a moment.
Just when Jin Zhizhao felt relieved and felt that Silla had finally not reached that point, Master Yuanguang's voice suddenly sounded: "Namo Maitreya Buddha, pay homage to Patriarch Bodhi. There is a law to follow in this matter, and there is also a Buddha in our temple."
The seal of the heart proves that Bodhidharma is from Silla."
Jin Zhizhao suddenly changed his face and suddenly regretted it. He could only pray silently: "Father, please don't say this...Father, please don't say this..."
However, this prayer was not received by Patriarch Bodhidharma who had changed his nationality. Jin Famin's eyes lit up slightly, and his smart head suddenly had a new idea:
"The origin of Shaolin Bodhisattva was verified by Master Yuan Guang. I thought that the royal family of Goryeo may also be closely related to our three Koreas. This matter must be investigated clearly so that we, Silla, can provide the most reliable