The thought of the two is essentially discussing that when traditional religion faces modern impact, how to complete the transformation of social governance functions while maintaining the spiritual core.
The concept of "despicable saints" proposed by Xiang Chen is actually a variant of pragmatism in context. The ultimate answer to "Wanjiao is the people", which secretly meets the dilemma of "the world needs re -attachment".
The silence of Master Zenkong is not only the loss of individual debates, but also symbolizes the explanation of the traditional religious interpretation system when dealing with the complex modernity of the two dogs.
Zen Kong was automatic. There was a virtual shadow of the Diamond Sutra over the ancient capital. Each question was flowing with golden Buddha blood. He stepped out of the ground.
"The sheep's grass is a living, the tiger's meat eats the meat, and there is no difference between good and evil." The old monk's abbot of the abbot raised his hand and held a falling bodhi leaves. The veins on the leaf were turned into "
The scriptures of the Big Nirvana Sutra.
"However, if sheep eat meat, it is a broken method of reincarnation, just as the owner uses bloody means to change his life against the people."
Xiang Chen shook his head slightly: "It is not the sheep to eat meat, but it is broken. The sheep who should have become meat -eating suddenly fought to fight with tigers, and the interests of tigers who did not meet the rules!"
Zen Kong was silent, and he didn't want to argue with Xiang Chen.
The shadow of Xiang Chen was suddenly distorted into a dark vortex. Sanskrits were wrapped around the body like a chain, and the chanting sound of Tian Sa Gudu mixed with the sharp demon howling.
"The master knows, why is there only half a part of the time of the Moon Zen?" The old monk picked up a dead leaf, and the veins were trembling with the Sanskrit in the shadow of Xiang Chen.
"When His Holiness cut the magic and seal the magic of the three poisons in this world."
As soon as the words fell, the dragon knife between Xiang Chen's waist suddenly came out of the sheath half an inch.
The black dragon blood pupil inlaid in inlaid of the handle reflects the amazing picture -countless baby skulls accumulated under the Buddhist temple tiles, and each bone eyebrow heart is burned with black 卍 characters.
"Mo Dudu all beings!" Xiang Chen's pupils contracted, and the sword air swept away three -foot floor tiles. Twelve bone chains rushed out of the bone pile.
Familiar with the familiar magic insects.
Zen Kong sighed into a thunder: "It seems that the fate of the owner and my Buddha is deeper than expected."
Xiang Chen's thoughts made him feel fear, and at the same time made Zen Kong move the heart of killing. He knew that if he did not kill this person, the person's idea would inevitably shake the foundation of their western denominations in the future.
He faded away the golden body full of magic patterns, and the inside of the sagittarous Buddha light turned out to be densely equipped.
There are half of the palms of the thousands of hand -primary phenomena that emerge from behind.
Xiang Chen suddenly laughed. He allowed the magic Sanskrit to climb his neck, but his palm lit up the thousands of the inconvenience in the power of all the gods of the world: "Why do the master know that I dare to go alone to the Moon Zen Kingdom?"
During the tremor on the ground, Xiang Chen's foot was distorted, and the huge Vientiane Wuji refining the sky was broken and the space came out of the space.
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The moment the dragon knife was completely out of the sheath, the vast qi, the vocal singing of the meditation, the sound of the sang, and the Xianxian knife intended to blend with the magic.
Xiang Chen walked like a big monster on the blood of the corpse mountains, and his pupils turned into Vientiane Wuji Yin and Yang Pisces: "It's the heaven of this eating."
Zen Kong Qian's technique broke out, but the bergamot on the left was Taomen Yuqing Ruyi: "When the Yue Zen His Holiness chopped the three corpses, the evil corpse turned into a magic Buddha wave.
Wheels? "
He suddenly pulled away his chest, and his heart beating was Xiang Chen's shadow Sanskrit.
Behind he appeared in the kingdom of heaven and earth. Among the kingdom of heaven and earth, heaven and earth were created by the capital of the world.
In the boiling incense willingness of Ding, countless people's virtual shadows are worshiping the Fa Tianxiang, but their heavenly lids are connected to the magic insects.
"Good Pudu sentient beings!"
Xiang Chen suddenly laughed, and the devil of the whole body resonated with Dingzhong's willingness.
The reversal character that emerged between his forehead was raised at the same time, and the jade seal of the luck was raised at the same time.
"town!"
Zenkong swinging huge palms in a natural manner, the Daomen sword tactics are knotted.
The mana of heaven and earth is condensed, and the mana cultivation of the heavens and earth gods after absorbing faith is not weak.
Countless golden energy cohesion forms a golden golden sword light. When piercing the clouds, the magic pattern of the Tianqin Empire's Confucianism and Taoism of the Tianqin Empire behind Xiang Chen burst.
The energy bamboo simplifies of the spiritual pattern of the sky are turned into countless Confucian characters. The Renzi characters in each benevolent righteousness and wise faith ignite the black inflammation, and dye the strikes into ink.
"Broken!" Xiang Chen also pointed to the spine of the dragon's sword, and the black dragon blood pupil shot 360 red manges.
The power of time and space of others broke out, moved instantly, and waved to the vision of the old monk's heaven and earth god in China.
Where the blade passes, the Tianling cover of the people's virtual shadow should be broken, and the magic tentacles are twisted into the Sanskrit chain of the "Tibetan Wish" behind the body.
Xiang Chen's knife cut off those chains, and the power supply and transportation of the opponent's faith was cut off.
But there is no panic on this old monk.
The shadow Sanskrit in the heart of Zen Kong suddenly skyrocketed, and a magic weapon was sacrificed. It was usually used to order incense, insert fragrance, and burn the bronze incense.
The bronze giant Ding emits deafening sorrow. Ding Ding's body emerges 800 Luohan gold, but their eyebrows are inserted into the cutting fairy nails.
"The master knows what is Araiye?" The old monk stepped on the magic lotus, and the thousands of methods were pinched out of the Dalo Vajrayana. "
"I take a fart, they have made evil, I have killed them and returned."
As soon as the words fell, Xiang Chen had appeared behind Zen Kong. The dragon knife was wrapped in many blood veins and split together, but the blade fell into the mud when the blade touched the cricket — the inside of the pupa was used to use the magic insect in the width of the silkworm magic insect.
The silk score is woven, and each silk thread is flowing with magic mucus.
"Sexual evils, sunfires of the sun" Dust drink, and the wicked deity urges the outbreak, and integrates into the sunfire.
Xiang Chen Zhou was in the sun fire, and the scene of the Emperor Zhao's sacrifice to the Great Zen Temple appeared in the flames. Those boys and girls who were sucked out by the magic insect were mourning and distorted at this moment.
The spiritual world of Zen Kong suddenly showed signs of collapse.