The Mysterious Martial Arts: Chapter 218 of the Record of the Knight's Sweeping the Rhinoceros

"Dad, this donkey cart goes so slowly, why did you choose it?"

In a donkey cart, a childish child got out of the cart. He turned around and asked his father in confusion, but he only received a nonchalant response from the adults.

"My dear son, don't look down on this donkey cart. I remember when Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty personally conquered the Liao Kingdom, but was defeated in the Gaoliang River. At this time, he was injured by an arrow in the buttocks and could not ride the horse, so he could only escape in a hurry on the donkey cart.

The army pursued Taizong as far as Zhuozhou but failed to catch up with him, so they stopped pursuing him. In my opinion, Song Taizong was able to escape the battlefield safely because of the donkey cart's contribution."

Amidst the casual words, several light two-wheeled vehicles came. The donkeys pulling the carts walked slowly, turning their heads from time to time to stare at the green hay on the fields, completely ignoring the rugged mountain road.

The cold wind whistled across the mountain road, also attacking the cheeks of the passengers. The car curtain was opened, and a man of medium height and three beards was seen dressed up outside.

Check whether there are any cornices in the distance.

The child listened in a daze, but as he spoke, he suddenly pointed in front and clapped his hands: "Dad, look, are you at the Sittan Temple?"

Several corner eaves were vaguely visible, and the officer immediately became energetic and whipped his whip to urge the donkey cart to move forward. Fortunately, the donkey was a hard-working donkey at this time. If it were a horse, it would not be able to withstand the wind and rain during these two days.

As soon as the whip goes down, I have already given up my hooves.

The anxious minister ordered his servants to park the donkey cart by himself, then hurriedly took his son into the main hall of the mountain gate, and announced his surname as Tang. The newly appointed Zhaoke monk did not need to say much, so he led the way.

When the two entered the door, there were many monks walking along the way to guide them, one after another, pointing them to the Fayun Pavilion where the Buddhist scriptures were stored, and they merged completely with the bustling crowd.

People like Tang Yuanwai who come here day and night are like crucian carp crossing the river on the mountain. Today, even if they sleep in the open air, they have to rush to this 20-year Dharma meeting, and they also have to meet eminent monks and virtuous people from both Han and Tibetan areas. This meeting

What sparks the collision produced.

"Come on, come on, there's still room here!"

Tang Yuanwai held his son's hand tightly and moved to a position with a slightly wider view, just in time to see the magnificent Fayun Pavilion. He quickly called his son over, "Twenty years ago, dad and I were only about the same age.

Not a few years older than you now, your grandfather also took me to see it in the same way. That Dharma conference was really wonderful, but it's a pity that things have changed and the grass on his grave is taller than yours."

The past events were still vivid in his mind. Tang Yuanwai was talking nonsense, but the youngest son beside him was listening disapprovingly. His eyes were always looking around, as if he was planning to slip out at any time to have fun. In his mind, instead of watching the old monk bickering, he was at this moment.

I even want to study those ferocious statues of heavenly kings in detail.

Tang Yuanwai didn't take it seriously. Some things must be stained with traces of the past to make people feel familiar and friendly, with an inexplicable sense of mission.

During the Ming Dynasty, Yunnan was both a remote land and a famous smog-infested area. There were many people who were exiled and sent to Yunnan. Moreover, among the criminals who were exiled and exiled in Yunnan, there were many important officials of the imperial court, wealthy businessmen, and literati.

A poet, a skilled craftsman.

These people were filled with sorrow in a foreign land, so they often gathered in the jungle of Buddhist temples. They listened to familiar scriptures in exchange for some comfort, so that they could remember that they were in a different land and in the same sky. Over time, temple culture became a unique thing that differentiated the local Han from the barbarians.

Culture has also made this famous Jizu Mountain a place where "the sky opens up the Buddha's kingdom and the earth emerges as a city".

At this time, in Fayun Pavilion, there were two rows of futons separated by the road, and two monks were sitting opposite each other, minding their own business with their heads bowed and chanting sutras.

On the left side of Fayun Pavilion are five old monks of varying fatness and thinness, but with the same ancient appearance.

They wear Vairocana crowns that represent the wisdom of the five Buddhas. Only eminent monks or abbots with higher spiritual practices are qualified to wear them. Obviously, their status is unusual. The four old monks have wide robes and large sleeves with clear bones.

Putting Abbot Hongbian in the center is the four famous quiet masters on Jizu Mountain.

On the right side of Fayun Pavilion, there are five young lamas with strong and vigorous figures, their monk robes slanted on their shoulders.

The four people on the side wear Thousand Buddha Crowns, their eyes are very sharp, their noses are high and their eyes are deep, their skin is dark and not like the Han people. They are wearing long cassocks made of yellow cloth cut into strips and sewn into strips. These are monks worshiping the Buddha and asking for alms.

, the tops worn on occasions such as giving lectures, listening to scriptures, attending ritual gatherings, etc., at this time, you are all confident.

Only the man in the middle is handsome and handsome, and his skin is crystal clear and fair. His appearance is more similar to that of the Han people. His modest and courteous attitude can't help but make people feel good about him. Only the black hat with gold wire on his head is enough to show the difference in status.

Ordinary dignity.

Abbot Hongbian glanced at it and understood that this gold-rimmed black hat, which originated from the living Buddha Karmapa of the Karmapa Kagyu sect, was given by Mengge Khan during the second Karmapa's reign and was also the Dharma King of Wonderful Treasures.

An unchanging symbol that has been handed down to this day, and the new Dharma King in front of you is so young!

"Amitabha, the Black Hat Karmapa actually came together with the four benefactors and protectors this time. It is a great honor for Sittan Temple. Today, the old monks reopened a pavilion to welcome the distinguished guests. I hope the Karmapa will not hesitate to come!"

Abbot Hongbian was secretly surprised. He originally thought that although there were stories of the reincarnation of various Dharma kings in Tibet, they were just using the convenience of aristocratic families to train disciples. No matter how talented this new Dharma King was,

He may not be the opponent of old guys like him. But now that they are just meeting face to face, even Hongbian himself can notice that the other party's cultivation is quite good, which is obviously far beyond his expectation.

"Abbott Hongbian is auspicious. The young monk only went up the mountain for two things. One is to visit the monastery of Venerable Kassapa and go to Huashouyan to pay homage in person; the other is to discuss Buddhism with the great monks and resolve the differences that had been formed many years ago.

cause and effect."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The young Dharma King Miaobao said calmly and slowly scanned the audience. The color of the child's hole was black with red like a green lotus. He opened his mouth in a loud voice like the sound of a heavenly drum, "Two pieces

We all come from the same source, just to improve our cultivation and enter the state of samadhi without any confusion, and I have no intention to embarrass you. I believe that all the abbots have kind hearts and will not turn away the young monk."

"Amitabha, Dharma King Miaobao is so pious and solemn. The old monk admires it so much that he will not refute his kindness. Why don't we stay here for now, and after a pavilion has been washed away by the wind, the old monk will personally lead him up the mountain."

Abbot Hongbian showed a solemn smile and expressed that he was also willing to open the door to convenience. He speculated that the other party also felt that there was little certainty and therefore wanted to reconcile. If he could take this opportunity to resolve the twenty-year dispute, he would be happy to do so.

But who knew that the handsome and handsome Dharma King Miaobao grinned and said to several old monks: "There is still a lot of time before sunset. The Han people say that it is better to choose a day than to hit it. Why not study the Dharma as usual first, so as to

Show sincerity?"

Fayun Pavilion suddenly fell into silence again, and Abbot Hongbian, who was in the lead, even looked embarrassed.

The number of people coming outside the venue was still increasing. At this time, Tang Yuanwai discovered that in addition to two rows of monks, there was also a seat covered by green curtains. A figure could not be seen clearly in it, but the way was blocked by several fierce-looking soldiers.

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"Oh, could it be that the person sitting high over there is Princess Pingxi?"

If half of the people present today came to worship the Buddha sincerely, the other half probably came just to see the beauty of Princess Pingxi.

The Jizu Mountain Dharma Assembly held once every twenty years is not only a collision of Chinese and Tibetan Buddhism, but also an assessment of the influence of the two by the Mu family, in order to check and balance each other. But now, the Mu family has been

If Prince Pingxi's palace takes control, then the right to act as referee will naturally fall on the emerging forces. Princess Pingxi, who has come from afar, will naturally become a guest.

Of course, these things are not so straightforward. At least the flags and flags displayed by Pingxi Palace are still aimed at considering both sides to see who is more suitable to hold the "Great Offering to Heaven Prayer Ceremony".

"Dad, why don't they talk?"

An impatient question from a child rang out, causing the surrounding people to look sideways. Officer Tang suddenly realized that it was his son who was grabbing his clothes and saying this in confusion, and then he quickly touched his son's head and looked at the people next to him to apologize.

"Shh, daddy will tell you in detail when we get back..."

It is inconvenient to mention this matter, because most people who come to Jizu Mountain also know that it not only involves the origin dispute of Buddhism between China and Tibet, but also involves many grievances and disputes over the past forty years.

Forty years ago at the Dharma Assembly, the 10th Dharma King Miaobao convinced the Mu family, defeated the monks, and took away the Black Dragon Pond Liberation Forest. Fortunately, there was no Zen master with profound Buddhist teachings who turned the tide and led the monks to stop at Jizu Mountain.

Keep your footing, and this will stop the trend of consecutive defeats.

However, before the Dharma Conference twenty years ago, Benwu Zen Master became ill due to overwork and passed away in bliss. For a while, people in Jizu Mountain were panicked and at a loss.

Success was accomplished in one fell swoop, and at the end of the matter, Abbot Hongbian, who was newly appointed as the abbot of Xitan Temple, came up with a less honorable method——

Abbot Hongbian knew that if he really wanted to challenge Buddhism, no one on Jizu Mountain could match him. However, the other party came from Kangzang day and night, and because he underestimated his enemy and was arrogant, he stayed at Mu's house to preach. He would be exhausted when he came up the mountain.

It was proposed that both parties should go up to the high platform at the entrance of Sidtan Temple and question the differences between the Mithun Buddhist teachings practiced by both sides to see whose method is more direct to liberation.

Abbot Hongbian and the tenth Miaobian performed on the stage. They were exposed to the wind and sun on the high platform, and they exchanged words day and night without any water. In the end, Dharma King Miaobian fell from the high platform due to lack of physical strength, causing him to return home defeated.

The abbot was almost dying, so he was unanimously praised and recognized by all the temples in Jizu Mountain.

However, this matter was done in an unethical manner, and it made the old Fa Wang even more worried. Not long after he returned to Tibet, he fell ill and died of depression, which eventually became a knot that the two parties could not resolve.

"Amitabha, the old monk made a mistake when he was young and energetic. He didn't know that the old Dharma King would end up depressed because of it. He has been chanting sutras and praying for many years, but he still feels extremely guilty in his heart..."

Abbot Hongbian had no choice but to lower his profile and did not want his personal grudges to affect his official duties. However, the grudges between the two parties, both public and private, could not be resolved with a few words. No matter how much they said now, it would not help. The Dharma King Miaobao chose to gather strength today and start again.

Abbot Hongbian was ultimately unable to do anything.

But who would have thought that the handsome and handsome Dharma King Miaobao smiled dullly: "The monk misunderstood, I have no intention of seeking revenge. Our Dharma King of the Karma Kagyu sect has been reincarnated from generation to generation. As long as Bodhi is immortal, we can transcend reincarnation."

, now the reincarnation has reappeared, and he came only because of his wish. The young monk proposed to study Buddhism just to complete the unfinished agreement back then."

The four masters of Jingzu Mountain were all surprised. They didn't know why the young monk in front of them was so carefree. He actually threw away the reasons and excuses he got and replaced them with light arguments. He seemed to have no intention at all.

Think about what happened back then.

Abbot Hongbian was also confused by the other party's attitude. He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, so he simply said it openly.

"Amitabha, according to Dharma King's opinion, how should we compete in today's Dharma assembly?"

The art of war remains unchanged in response to all changes. Abbot Hongbian offered to let the other side make the first move, and Dharma King Miaobao also calmly said: "The twelve causes and conditions in the world are interlocking. Once ignorance is eliminated, there will be no other causes and effects."

, the young monk proposes to study the Dharma, just for the purpose of improving one’s cultivation, not for the sake of verbal disputes.”

The posture of His Holiness Miaobao was extremely respectful, as if he were a Confucian disciple, talking about his thoughts.

"Zen Master Baizhang in Han Dynasty once said that 'not arguing about right and wrong is the liberation', but the Buddhist scriptures say that the Buddha himself was very good at debating, and used the method of debating to tame and convert many heretics such as Changzhao Brahma. At that time, Xuanzang

When the master was seeking Dharma in India, he also attended the Dharma gathering held by King Harsha in Qunu City. For eighteen consecutive days, no one could argue with him. As a result, Master Xuanzang was respected as the "Liberation Heaven" by the Hinayana people and as the "Heaven of Liberation" by the Mahayana people.

'Mahayana Heaven'."

"It can be seen that the words of Buddhist disciples should not only stay away from the arguments and dramas in the world that have nothing to do with liberation, but also use words to refute the wrong views of heretics and establish the correct views of Buddhism. The young monk knows that disputes with words are like fetching water from a bamboo basket.

The right path is to uphold the precepts, listen to the Dharma, and practice diligently until sentient beings are saved. How about today we eliminate confusion and karma for the pilgrims outside the temple, preach the Dharma widely, and the one who offers the most flowers in one hour is the winner."

The Four Great Jingzhus and Abbot Hongbian looked at each other. The conclusion of their earlier secret talks was that the new Eleventh Dharma King was inexperienced and his Buddhist practice was not very high. Therefore, if there was a fight, he should do the opposite of what he had done in the past.

They turned to Buddhist theory to defeat the opponent, but did not expect that the opponent would fall into a trap. The five old monks in Jizu Mountain couldn't help but look at each other.

"The senior monks can rest assured that this Dharma discussion can be divided into three sessions. Today, the junior monks will present the questions, next time the senior monks will present the questions, and the last time, the royal nobles will present the questions. Only in this way can it be considered fair and fair.
To be continued...