The light in front of Li Xiaobai and others dissipated, and a magnificent hall appeared in front of them.
This is a temple within a temple. The entire island floating on the sea of Buddha is called Lingyin Temple, but the real core area of this temple only exists in this small temple.
This is the real interior of Lingyin Temple. Behind it is a huge courtyard. In the center of the courtyard is a huge tiger head, with a pair of scarlet evil eyes scanning the crowd.
Li Xiaobai looked at this tiger-headed head, always feeling that it would come back to life at any time.
In front of you is a huge futon. The shape is the same as an ordinary meditating futon, but it is hundreds of times larger. The Buddha's light shines everywhere, exuding a soft and calming light.
"Amitabha, the poor monk Fuhu of Lingyin Temple, has met all of my fellow practitioners."
"The poor monk subdued the dragon in Lingyin Temple and met all my fellow practitioners!"
Two monks, one fat and one thin, appeared on the futon without warning, with their hands clasped together and expressions on their faces.
The cassocks of these two people were completely different from those of the monks around them. They only wore a red half-gatha, with their shoulders and one arm exposed. One had a tiger descending from the mountain tattooed on his shoulder, and the other had a dragon tattooed on his shoulder.
"The two Arhats subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger actually came in person. Is there a change in the rules this year?"
Seeing the figures of these two monks, the faces of the monks were full of surprise.
The two Arhats, Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger, are the leaders among the Eighteen Arhats in the Pure Land of Paradise. They respect them and their cultivation is unfathomable. On weekdays, the abbot of Lingyin Temple does not show up at all. All matters in Lingyin Temple are taken care of by these two people.
In previous years at the Buddhist Debate Platform, these two people could only be seen treating the disciples when they almost lost their lives. Unexpectedly, they bumped into each other as soon as they arrived today.
"Amitabha, I have seen the two Arhats subduing the dragon and the tiger. I didn't expect that this year's Buddhist debate platform would be lucky enough to see the two Arhats in their true form. It is really good luck!"
The monk from Tianyin Temple bowed and was the first to flatter him.
"Tianyin Temple, when did you become so flattering?"
"Buddhism's pure land, when did such words need to be spoken?"
Among the people in Lingyin Temple, the monk from the mourning hall snorted coldly, dismissing the flattering smiles on the faces of Master Tianxuan and others.
"No more gossip. Just like the rules in previous years, we draw rankings to explain Buddhist classics, and then we discuss in pairs based on the rankings. However, before that, we need to introduce a group of monks from the East."
"This is also the purpose why Master Fuhu and I came here."
Subduing the Dragon Arhat said that the ordinary Buddhist debate platform was not enough to alarm the two of them. The purpose of coming here today was to introduce these monks from the East. People in the province said that the Pure Land of Paradise treats guests arrogantly and rudely.
Although he is a foreign monk, he still has to give him the respect he deserves. Although Dongtu is an abandoned place, there is still a giant Buddha, so you must not lose your etiquette.
"Amitabha, Master Tang, please come this way!"
The Dragon Subduing Arhat made an invitation gesture, and four figures walked out from the crowd, which were extremely eye-catching. Of these four monks, only the leader, the monk in red cassock, was handsome, and the other three were not human-like.
There is a monkey head with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth, a fat monk with a pig head and big ears, and a bearded monk with a burden covered with demonic flames. The four of them are covered in filth and have traveled a long distance.
Didn't even take a shower.
"Amitabha, the poor monk Tang Sanzong, came from the abandoned land of the East to compete with the heroes of the world in this pure land of bliss!"
"Amitabha, I am the Sun Punisher. I heard that there are many masters here, so I came here to destroy the place and find two young men to play with."
"Humph, my name is Zhu Bajie. Is there anything to eat here? But I heard that the battle at the Buddha Debate Platform lasts for several days. I can't stand it without food!"
"The young monk kills endlessly. I heard that it is not illegal to come here to kill people. I want to take a few heads back to commemorate them!"
The four of them introduced themselves and said the harshest words in the calmest tone. Just their names made people shudder.
Tang San Burial, Sun Xingzhe, Punishing the Eight Realms, Killing Endlessly, listen, is this the name a monk should have?
Are you sure you didn't run away from a bandit's den?
When Li Xiaobai looked at these people, why did he feel that these four people looked like darkened versions of Buddhist monks?
Moreover, there are actually monks in the abandoned land of Dongtu. I have never heard of this matter. I have never heard of it in the Pure Land of Paradise. Even Liu Jinshui and Ergouzi have never revealed any information before. It is really a bit confusing.
Impenetrable.
But it seems that they are coming to the Pure Land of Paradise. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. These people are not good friends. Let's take a look.
"Amitabha, how can a monk be so compassionate that he can kill so much? Is it possible that the monks from the East only practice the art of life and death, but do not practice Buddhism, and do not understand the principles of Buddhism?"
A monk from the monastery frowned and said, "There are many Buddhists who kill people, but they are all secretive. This is the first time I have ever seen such a public provocation standing in front of the stage. It is tantamount to provoking the authority of the Pure Land."
"Hmph, the abandoned land of the East is nothing but barbarians. The monks that grew up are extremely barbaric. Even the monks are just uncivilized creatures!"
"Barbarians are barbarians. They don't understand my human race's cultivation. They kill all day long. What's the difference between them and the monsters in the jungle?"
The other monasteries responded one after another, criticizing the four monks verbally and verbally. This arrogance was so arrogant that they were about to ride on their heads. Is this okay?
"No matter what you say, it's no big deal. If anyone doesn't accept it, come up and give me a stick!"
Sun Xingzhe waved his hand, and a golden cudgel exuding a deep cold air appeared in his hand, pointing at everyone from a distance.
"Be calm and don't be impatient. Monk Dongtu just came to the stage to let you have a look and let the world know that in addition to the authentic Buddhism of our Pure Land, there are other branches of the Buddhist bloodline in the world."
The Dragon-Subduing Arhat coughed lightly, and the soft Buddha light enveloped the four people in Dongtu and sent them off the stage. The violent atmosphere that was rampant in the arena disappeared at this moment.
A beam of light shot up from the futon into the sky, divided into dozens of parts and fell into the hands of each abbot and abbot of the temple.
That is a number plate, which determines the order of entry and also determines the opponent in this martial arts debate.
"Master Juehu, what is our number?"
Li Xiaobai looked at the golden light ball in Juehu's hand and asked curiously.
At this moment, Juehu's expression was indescribable, and he looked as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.
"You won't be lucky like this, right?"
"Is Luohan Temple going to be completely annihilated this time?"
Jueji came over and took a quick look, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes darkened.
"Luohan Temple, Tianzhu, No. 1!"
This number does not mean victory, it means taking their lives. Tianzhu No. 1 means being the first to take the stage. In the past, this number was given to the monks of Lingyin Temple.
It was actually delivered to them today. There is no doubt that someone is operating in secret. I am afraid that Li Xiaobai's "great achievements" in the past few days have been taken into account.
Give them little shoes to wear.
"If you don't do well in the first literary debate, you will make yourself laughable in the future, and you won't be able to hold your head high in front of other temples."
Juehu said with a grimace, at this moment he wanted to slap himself in the face, why did he have to covet the interests of Li Xiaobai, but it was better now, before he got the reward, he had to become the laughing stock of others.
"How to argue in literary debate? Explain Buddhist scriptures?"
Li Xiaobai asked.
"There are various ways of literary debate. They can explain scriptures and Buddhism, show the long history of the monastery, and also display some powerful Buddhist magical powers. Most of them are self-created. In short, they can show the power of their own monastery at all levels.
That’s it, each temple will send one person.”
"The elder here has the highest level of cultivation and has been practicing Buddhism for the longest time. I go up here to show my shame!"
Master Juehu gritted his teeth and said viciously.
In Luohan Temple, only he, the abbot, could barely handle it, and everyone else who went up to it was laughable.
"Amitabha, it's not, it's not, it's not. How can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife? If the abbot has something to do, my disciples will do his duty and will raid the formation aside. I'm so awesome here to show off my unique skills!"
Ma Niubi patted his chest and said arrogantly.
"you?"
"What are you going up to show?"
"How long have you been in Luohan Temple? Have you read the scriptures on weekdays?"
"If someone laughs at me, Vajra Arhat will probably destroy my Arhat Temple when I go back!"
The monk Juehu stared. He couldn't play games at this time. If something went wrong, he would die if he went back.
"Don't worry, Abbot, our Luohan Temple has its own martial arts, which are enough to handle this debate!"
Ma Niubi didn't wait for Juehu to reply, and got on the futon in a flash.
"Luohan Temple is so awesome, please go to battle!"
Ma Niubi stood proudly with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of disdain.
"Luohan Temple? Why Luohan Temple?"
"Aren't the Tianzhu No. 1s in previous years all monks from Lingyin Temple?"
"Does this need to be said? Of course it is the credit of Master Wuhu. The first one to come on stage is either a god or a laughing stock. Who else here except Lingyin Temple can have this ability?"
"That's true, just wait and see the joke."
The monks around started laughing, waiting to see the joke in Luohan Temple.
Deliberately being targeted by Lingyin Temple and hoping to get some good results? This is simply a fool's dream. From the fact that the abbot of Luohan Temple did not appear in person, but instead sent a disciple to the stage, it is not difficult to see that this master has given up on treatment.
"The monks of Luohan Temple this year are different from the past. It is rare for the disciples to be so energetic."
"In this case, the poor monk will not talk about the situation and go straight to the topic. Luohan Temple is awesome, please start your performance!"
The Dragon Subduing Arhat glanced at Ma Niubi, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. From his perspective, it was not difficult to see that this young monk was extremely talented and had no fear. This was not an expression of giving up resistance, but a sign of great ambition.
It means to have a fight.
"Amitabha, all masters, please try my own technique of Luohan Temple, Ma's Triangle Killing!"
"Please see, first we take out a magic-subduing pestle, and then insert it in this place. Then, while the Tianyin wave is gliding, we dodge and kick the opponent to its necessary route, and collide with the Tianyin wave to form a Markov triangle.
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The horse is awesome, covered in golden light, and his moves are as fierce as a tiger's. Everyone in the audience is watching.
Markov's Triangle Killing?
WTF?
Insert a stick and then release a Tianyin wave to kick people over? Is this playing house?
What kind of self-created technique is this?
"Master, can this be considered a self-created technique?"
"That's right, Tianyin Wave is clearly my Tianyin Temple technique. When did it become Luohan Temple's own invention?"
"Master Ma has extraordinary momentum, but it's a pity that his operation is not good."
"Young people, don't be eager for quick success. If you bring out such unworthy things, wouldn't you be insulting the Buddhist debate platform?"
"Get down!"
The joking look on the faces of the monks below disappeared. Rather than joking, they now felt insulted. Even a simple explanation of an ordinary exercise scripture on the stage would not make them so angry. However, no one could see such a performance.
You know what a childish trick is, isn't this just an insult to them and doesn't take them seriously?
"That's nonsense. This awesome technique is claimed to be the strongest at that time. If you don't accept it, come up and give it a try and you will know!"
Listening to the scolding in the audience, Ma Niubi was also furious. Ma's Triangle Killing was his famous work. Who dares to speak rudely? These old monks really have no knowledge at all and are pure trash.
"You bastard, you can insult all the abbot masters?"
"This little monk is not talented, Wanbao Lu, the monk from Wanbao Temple, is here to meet you, Ma's Triangle Killer!"
"I'm standing here. If you can knock me off the ring today, the young monk will immediately turn around and leave, and will never stay in front of this Buddhist debate platform for one more moment!"
A monk with muscles all over his body appeared on the ring, striding on horseback, and said coldly.
"He is Master Wanbaolu, the ceiling among the younger generation of Wanbao Temple disciples, the leader among the leaders!"
"Let this guy who's called Ma Niubeng show off and be kicked to the iron plate today. I'm afraid he won't be able to get off if he keeps breaking a few bones!"
The monks below were gloating over the misfortune and chatting quietly.
"Marlboro?"
"Let's take a look at this awesome self-created technique!"
"Ma's Triangle Killing, then on the way of the Tianyin Wave gliding..."
Ma Niubi really just shook his hand and directly inserted the magic pestle in front of Marlboro, and then released a sky sound wave, golden ripples spread, and while explaining, the figure suddenly disappeared in place.
At the same time, Marlboro's pupils shrank, and he felt a great sense of crisis. He instinctively wanted to avoid his body and fly away the demon-conquering pestle next to him, but the next second, golden thunder flashed, and an awesome figure appeared.
The smelly feet smashed down on his head and face.
The muscular body flew out in an instant and collided with the oncoming golden ripples.
"puff!"
He was coughing up blood in his mouth, and his body flew out like a kite with its string broken, falling into the crowd. His life or death was unknown.
The whole audience was silent. They couldn't believe their eyes. What did they see?
Marlboro Master was killed instantly with one move!
"Masters, let me judge whether this awesome self-created Kung Fu method, Ma's Triangle Killing, is awesome or not!"