Wutai Mountain is located in Daizhou, which is in the northeast of Taiyuan, separated by the Hutuo River in the middle.
There are three cities on the front line of the Hutuo River, namely Yangqu, Yizhou and Dingxiang. They are the only cities that Taiyuan Prefecture must pass to enter Daizhou, and they can also be said to be relay stations for business travel.
The Quanzhen Religion convoy meandered all the way. After passing Taiyuan Prefecture, it came to Dingxiang, where it stopped and repaired for a while.
They traveled and preached all the way. Whether they were Quanzhen Eight Sons or Thirty-Six Young Masters, they all gained a lot. Among them, Zhou Botong, Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and others benefited a lot, especially Zhou Botong, who was simple-minded, naughty and fun.
However, he has extremely high talent in cultivating Taoism. He has developed spiritual energy and immortal bones in a short period of time. If he keeps going for a long time, he will most likely become a land immortal in twenty years.
Along this journey, although many cultivators and martial arts masters can avoid them, but across thousands of miles, there are inevitably evil people who bully good people and do evil things. The Quanzhen Sect has taken action to deal with them, and the local government has also turned a blind eye.
With one eye closed, even if the big families in the city paid for it, they would not dare to force them too much.
However, after this long trip, everyone felt a little tired, even if their bodies were strong.
There is a luxurious inn in Dingxiangcheng, and the Quanzhen Sect has rented two courtyards.
Feng Zhou and Xiao Qing went to a nice guest room and were about to rest for a while when their disciples came to report that Zhang Xuansu, the Minister of Rites of the Great Jin Dynasty, came to visit.
"Zhang Xuansu?"
Feng Zhou did not expect that the Jin envoy who had just attended his wedding would actually appear in Dingxiang City again.
Feng Zhou was slightly surprised, wondering why this guy was here if he didn't go to Zhongdu to report his whereabouts to the emperor.
He went to the living room and sat down, and ordered his disciples to greet the guests to come in. Zhang Xuansu was accompanied by seven or eight monks. The leader was dressed in white monk robes and had an extraordinary bearing.
"Master Feng, do we meet again?"
Zhang Xuansu smiled slightly and showed very good etiquette.
"If Zhang Shangshu doesn't return to Zhongdu, why are you here in Dingxiang City?"
Zhang Xuansugui is the Minister of Rites. He is personable and charming. He makes people feel like spring breeze when talking and laughing with others. He is very infectious. Fengzhou has a good impression of him. Although he is hostile to the Jin Dynasty as a Han, he still treats powerful people very much.
respected.
But this time, he was heading towards Mount Wutai. Why was Zhang Xuansu here?
Could it be that Daijin's court wants to put a stick in it?
Regardless of whether Zhang Xuansu came to beg Guo Tong for mercy or to dissuade him, Feng Zhou would not agree. Whoever dares to stop Feng Zhou from killing Guo Tong now is his enemy!
She participated in the siege on him on the second day of her wedding. How could she be spared so easily with such deep hatred?
So Feng Zhou just talked to Zhang Xuansu and ignored the monk.
Zhang Xuansu sighed: "The official has returned to Beijing, but I heard that the real person wanted to go to Mount Wutai. Your Majesty sent me to mediate the matter. This is..."
Before Zhang Xuansu could finish speaking, the monk in white had already taken a step forward, raised one hand on his chest, and said in a very calm tone: "The poor monk Jie Kong, as the special envoy of the temples in Mount Wutai, has ordered the monk to be granted the title of Taoist Master immediately by the unanimous decision of all the temples in Mount Wutai.
Stopping at the Hutuo River, once we cross the Hutuo River, we will become the common enemy of the 360 temples in Mount Wutai..."
"Amitabha!"
The other monks chanted the Buddha's name together.
A trace of anger flashed across Zhang Xuansu's face.
After all, he is the Minister of Rites. This monk dared to interrupt him. It was really unreasonable.
Jiekong certainly saw the anger on Zhang Xuansu's face, but he didn't care at all.
Since the founding of the Jin Dynasty by Wanyan Aguda, the Jurchen nobles have believed in Buddhism and followed the example of others. Officials at all levels in the Jin Dynasty respected the monks.
What's more, Jie Kong came from the Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain, an orthodox Buddhist tradition. He had a noble status and could speak eloquently even in front of the Jurchen nobles. Why did he ever put a Han minister in his eyes?
Interrupting your words?
Haha, the four elements of a monk are all empty. They have words and have no words. They are all one. Whether they speak first or last, how can they distinguish each other?
How can ordinary people understand the true meaning of the great freedom of my Buddha?
It has to be said that due to the Jurchen aristocrats' worship of Buddhism, Buddhism is very prosperous today. Buddhists in various places only feel that they have passed the crisis of Lin Lingsu's extermination of Buddhism, and a serious trend of arrogance has arisen up and down. There is also a lot of insight in Buddhism.
Scholars and truly virtuous people saw this and were worried, but even the eminent monks of Qingliang Temple were like this. It can be seen that this bad trend has been accumulated for a long time, and it will not be possible to reverse it overnight.
Feng Zhou looked at Jiekong calmly, like a god looking at an ant.
"When you've finished speaking, you can get out!" Feng Zhou said calmly.
He waved his hand as if chasing away a fly.
"These are 360 monasteries in Mount Wutai, and 13,000 monks have made a joint decision. Do you want to make enemies of so many people?"
Jiekong's eyes widened and he glared angrily.
Since entering Hebei Road, it has basically become the territory of Wutai Mountain. The fields, pawn shops, restaurants, and shops are all owned by the many Buddhist temples in Wutai Mountain. They are the superior masters in this area, whether they are local officials, landlords, gentry, or
The literati and common people did not dare to be enemies with the monks.
There once was a family of officials, and one of their disciples was an official in the Dajin Court. However, due to competition with Wutai Mountain for land, they were suddenly struck by lightning in the middle of the night. More than a hundred people in the family were all burned up by lightning.
No matter how powerful Feng Zhou is and how many disciples he has, he only has a few dozen people. How can he compare with the more than 13,000 monks in the 360 temples in Mount Wutai?
Coming to Hebei Road, no one can stand up to more than 13,000 monks!
"Noisy."
Feng Zhou waved his hand casually, and with a snap, Jiekong was beaten into a meat pie.
There was a sudden silence in the entire living room. The seven or eight monks who followed Jie Kong looked at this scene with dumbfounded eyes and couldn't believe it.
Zhang Xuansu, standing aside, couldn't help but widen his eyes and was dumbfounded.
Even several of Feng Zhou's disciples were shocked, feeling that the master was really domineering!
But no matter who it was, they never expected that the monk envoy Jie Kong from Mount Wutai would be slapped to death by Feng Zhou!
Is Feng Zhou provoking the more than 13,000 monks in Mount Wutai?
"Master Feng... what are you..."
Even Zhang Xuansu, who was used to seeing the big world, had a firm mind and a graceful demeanor, couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head, feeling shocked in his heart.
The expressions of all the monks who followed him changed, and their eyes were about to split.
You must know that Monk Jiekong is a knowledgeable monk of Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain. He originally had a respected position, but when he came to negotiate with Fengzhou, he did not only represent himself or Qingliang Temple, but also shouldered the responsibility of the entire Wutai Mountain three hundred people.
Sixty temples, the power of thirteen thousand monks!
This is not eight out of ten, but thirteen thousand!
Any expert in magic can sweep through thousands of armies like a rolling mill, but when they face thousands of troops, and there are also strong magicians in the army, they can only run away without daring to fight!
You must know that even an immortal would be frightened and afraid to fight against the hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals in heaven.
It is as powerful as the Black Witch Sect, which controls the wind and rain in the north, and has an unstoppable flow between the white mountains and the black waters. However, the total number of evil sects in Beigang would not dare to make an enemy of Wutai Mountain, because they are the real ones with strength in numbers!
"Taoist Master Fengzhou, do you know that you are the enemy of Mount Wutai?"
The assistant envoy was the Zhike monk of Guangji Temple. Jingkong's hands were trembling, and his eyes were fixed on Feng Zhou like an eagle.
"If you do this, you will become enemies of all the monks in Mount Wutai!"
"Haha, there's so much nonsense!"
Feng Zhou raised his eyelids and suddenly waved his sleeves. Suddenly a strong wind blew and pushed all seven or eight monks out, leaving only Zhang Xuansu who was stunned.
When the seven or eight monks came to their senses, they found that they were already outside the inn. Although they were all intact, their faces were ashen and everyone was shocked and angry.
"Revenge, you must take revenge!"
"When he insults us, he is insulting Mount Wutai!"
"He is humiliating our Wutai Mountain Hongguoguo!"
"We must report it to many masters and send out an army of monks to attack Feng Zhou with all our might! No future troubles can be left behind!"