Chapter 644 The Boss Came to Persuade, and Said One More Sentence to Kill the Flag as a Sacrifice

At the foot of Tiantai Mountain, there is an ancient town on the streets.

Bafang Inn is the largest inn in the ancient street town. It is a four-story building. A red lantern hangs at the door with a couplet written on it, "I don't know where the rooftop wonderland is, but there is a home deep down there."

The walls of the inn are decorated with various murals, most of which are related to monks, and the words on the murals are also full of Zen language.

Inside the inn, there is a stage on the first floor. The boss will arrange programs, mostly erhu playing, storytelling, etc. The stage is surrounded by a large number of Eight Immortals tables.

The environment on the second floor is better, with many private rooms where you can enjoy the food while eating. The third and fourth floors are housing.

Because the inn is at the foot of Tiantai Mountain, and the Tiantai Sect is very popular and has many pilgrims, the business of this inn has always been good.

This is the gathering place for the righteous path chosen by Zhang Zhiwei.

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei arrived at the foot of Tiantai Mountain last night, he booked this place.

There were still some guests in the inn, but Li Muxuan invited them all out with some polite words and sufficient compensation.

At this moment, there are only seven people in the inn, three senior brothers Zhang Zhiwei, three senior brothers Lu Jin, and Lu Ci. The other righteous people have not arrived yet, but the news has spread, and they are on their way.

The storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building. This can be said to be the calm before the storm. Several other people are either excited or restless, and it is difficult to calm down.

Only Zhang Zhiwei was sitting back on the chair, drinking peanuts, sipping wine and listening to the performance on the stage like a normal person.

A storyteller was telling a story, and I heard him say in a cadence:

"Yuanba roared loudly, pushed Wanli Yun away, rushed into the formation, and opened a bloody path. The hammers fell everywhere, and everyone died..."

"It's pitiful that 1.8 million men and horses, many soldiers, encountered this disaster, just like swatting flies, only to kill mountains of corpses and seas of blood..."

"The rebel kings planned to recruit 1,850,000 troops, but only 650,000 were left, including countless wounded soldiers."

The storyteller is talking about "The Complete Biography of the Romance of the Tang Dynasty", which talks about Li Yuanba's bloody battle at Zijin Mountain.

The setting of Li Yuanba in "Speaking of the Tang Dynasty" is quite interesting. It is said that he is the reincarnation of the golden-winged roc eagle. He is born with the power of four elephants and can twist iron as if it is mud. Later, he became a disciple of Ziyang Zhenren and passed on his martial arts. He has divine power and hates the sky. He has no handles and no rings in his hatred. He is better than Xiang Yu in the Han Dynasty and is a veritable enemy of ten thousand people.

There are many legends about the character Li Yuanba, and there are all kinds of them. Zhang Zhiwei doesn't care whether they are true or false, and doesn't go into them deeply, just for fun.

However, he didn't dig into it, but someone came to dig into it.

Although Lu Jin is not cautious in doing things, he is very strict in his life.

He questioned: "Adaptation is not random fabrication, and drama is not nonsense. How come you, a storyteller, talk about books without any logic at all? How can people listen to it?"

"Guest, where do you think I made it up randomly or what did I say out of order?" The storyteller did not get angry and asked with a smile.

"In a big battle, Li Yuanba blocked the mountain pass and killed 1.85 million troops down to only 650,000 in just one afternoon. This is too unreasonable. I calculated it. To do this, you need to kill an average of fifty-five people per second. Do you think this is reasonable?" Lu Jin asked.

The storyteller smiled and said: "I only said that Li Yuanba charged forward to highlight the bravery of the protagonist in this sentence, but I did not say that he was alone. In fact, he was followed by hundreds of thousands of troops."

"As for blocking the mountain pass, my guest, please imagine carefully that the mountain pass can allow the millions of troops of the Eighteenth Route Army to rebel against the king to pass through."

"That's definitely not a small mountain pass. It can't be blocked by one person. It was clearly blocked by him with hundreds of thousands of troops."

Lu Jin was speechless: "Then why can't you explain it more clearly when you're telling a story?"

The storyteller smiled and said: "If I describe a great war in too much detail, wouldn't it be possible for days and nights to go on? My guest, don't you think so?"

"What you said makes sense!"

Lu Jin was a decent person who could take things up and put them down. He got up and apologized to the storyteller and asked him to continue.

The storyteller continued, and the next thing he talked about was the scene where Li Yuanba's master returned to the court, swung his hammer angrily to the sky, and was killed by thunder.

With a sigh on his face, he said: "... I saw a gust of strange wind, flying sand and rocks, dust rising into the sky, and fires rolling wildly amidst the sound of thunder... Stop for a moment, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and all I could see was Yuanba's golden helmet. They are all on the ground, and the two hammers and horses are nowhere to be seen, and their whereabouts are unknown."

Perhaps because the war was approaching, Lu Ci was uneasy. He only felt that the storyteller's cadence and cadence were harsh.

Especially after hearing about Li Yuanba's defeat of a million-strong army and his sudden death, he felt a little unhappy and couldn't help but ask:

"Isn't this death too childish? I have read "The Legend of Xingtang". It tells about the eighty-seven-year-old veteran Yu Juluo who killed Li Yuanba with a saber. Moreover, even if he was struck by lightning Even if there is death, there will be corpses. How can there be no trace of people and horses? "

The storyteller smiled and said: "There is a saying in "Journey to the West" that after the elixir is completed, ghosts and gods will not be tolerated."

"It refers to people and things who are powerful enough to reach a certain level. They will be jealous of ghosts and gods, and will not be tolerated by heaven and earth. These people may suffer great disasters, or have disasters coming from heaven. When walking on the road, they will be struck by lightning from the sky for no reason and turn into rainbow light. , disappeared into the world.”

"Although Li Yuanba had just experienced a catastrophic human disaster and survived, the killing was too heavy, the cause and effect was too great, and the natural disaster came, so he died."

Lu Ci got angry after hearing this, stood up and said, "What nonsense words, with no preface and no follow-up. I'm afraid you are a bad storyteller."

"The guests are joking and telling stories. I am a professional!" the storyteller laughed.

"I don't think so. You have such a big, shiny bald head, and you look unprofessional at first sight. On the contrary, it might be more professional to recite the Buddha's name and preach the sutra. Instead of talking here and disturbing my friend's mood, why don't you read a section of the Diamond Sutra? Let me hear what you're like? If it's professional, I wouldn't mind giving you a few words."

Zhang Zhiwei said that Wu Man died reciting the Diamond Sutra and was surrounded by scriptures after his death. He listened to some of it and although he did not study it in depth, it was enough.

The shiny bald head...the chaotic state of mind...the "Diamond Sutra"...the words have all been talked about. No matter how dull the others are, they will know what is going on.

"So it's the bald donkey who's causing trouble?"

Lu Ci was furious and struck out with a palm, and the purple Ruyi force enveloped the storyteller from all directions.

Although he didn't use Ruyi Zhenjin with this palm, he didn't hold back either. He was rushing to kill the person.

Lu Jin frowned and hesitated to speak. Although the storyteller's book made people irritated, this was not a reason to beat someone to death if they disagreed.

Even if you venture into the mountains, you still have to follow the rules of the world!

He glanced at Zhang Zhiwei and saw that he was sitting there, not moving at all, and he calmed down slightly. Senior Brother Zhang must have a reason for saying this.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that with Lu Ci's palm, the storyteller's body glowed with golden light, and his figure skyrocketed. A golden Arhat with a bun on his head and a golden body appeared on the stage.

The golden Arhat was more than one foot tall, with a ferocious look, his eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were on fire. He had an angry look, and he glared at Lu Ci, threatening to kill him in the next second.

But soon, the wrathful appearance disappeared, and the golden Arhat returned to his compassionate face. The Buddha's light shone all over his body, illuminating the entire inn.

This scene shocked everyone instantly. People from Buddhism really came to their door. Zhang Zhiwei didn't say anything just now, but they were unaware of it. This method was very high.

The group of people stood up one after another and prepared for the attack.

"Bald donkey, you are pretending to be a ghost. Do you think I am afraid of you?" Lu Ci stood up and was about to use Ruyi Zhenjin.

The golden-bodied Arhat hurriedly said: "Donor, wait a minute, this poor monk is not here to start a dispute."

"You didn't come here to argue, but we came here to argue!" Lu Ci sneered.

"Hey, Erbi, don't talk nonsense. Why are we here just to start a dispute?" Zhang Zhiwei reminded: "We are acting like an unreasonable party. We are clearly the head of the Tiantai Sect and are collaborating with the Japanese pirates to attack. Kill me, I’m just here to seek justice.”

Lu Ci came to his senses and said quickly: "Yes, we are here to seek justice and get rid of the evildoers. It is you bald donkeys who want to start a dispute."

The golden Arhat ignored Lu Ci, who had a bald donkey on the left and a bald donkey on the right. He looked at Zhang Zhiwei, clasped his hands and said:

"The little Heavenly Master is right, and the poor monk knows it. We Buddhists are also willing to support the Little Heavenly Master. I just ask the Little Heavenly Master to raise his noble hand and make big things small!"

He reminded: "The Tiantai Sect is one of the eight sects of Buddhism. It is extremely powerful and involved in a wide range of things. If you are not careful, it will cause big troubles and even lead to disputes between Buddhism and Taoism."

"The poor monk comes from Ci'en Temple and his Dharma name is Zhending. In the name of the founder, Master Xuanzang, I would like to assure Little Heavenly Master here that as long as Little Heavenly Master retreats this time, our Buddhist sect will definitely give Little Heavenly Master a satisfactory answer."

"Cien Temple? The Ci'en Temple in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"That's right!" The golden Arhat nodded.

"You are not from the Tiantai Sect, but you came here to make an enemy of me?"

Zhang Zhiwei asked softly.

Ci'en Temple is the ancestral home of the Weishi Sect, which is also the Faxiang Sect. It was founded by Xuanzang and his disciples in the Tang Dynasty. The Big Wild Goose Pagoda inside is said to be built to preserve the Buddhist scriptures that Xuanzang brought from the west.

The Consciousness-Only Sect is very different from other Buddhist sects. The Consciousness-Only Sect focuses on "nature", that is, the soul. They emphasize the mind of the three realms and all dharmas as consciousness. The purpose of their practice is to cultivate the eighth consciousness, Alaya Consciousness. That is the so-called Dharma.

"The poor monk only came to participate in Tiantai Sect's Water and Land Dharma Assembly. He has no intention of becoming an enemy of the Little Heavenly Master. He came here just to resolve a dispute!" Zhending said.

Zhang Zhiwei said calmly: "It has been less than half a month since I was ambushed and killed, and you Buddhists have never shown any intention of giving me an explanation."

"Moreover, even if I have to give an explanation, it should be the abbot of the Tiantai Sect. You, a junior of the Faxiang Sect, should be in charge of the major affairs of the Tiantai Sect..."

Zhang Zhiwei looked directly into Zhending's eyes: "Are you worthy?"

Junior? I am nearly two rounds older than you. You call me junior. If you were not a disciple of the Heavenly Master and have a higher seniority, you would be the junior... Zhending was silent for a moment and whispered:

"The poor monk came here under the entrustment of the master and the Zen abbot. The two old men have already said that if you retreat, they will go to Tiantai Mountain and give you a satisfactory reply."

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a sincere face: "Little Celestial Master, both of his elders have spoken, what else does the little Celestial Master have to worry about?"

Zhang Zhiwei said: "These two didn't come in person and are not sincere at all. How can I trust you?"

"Furthermore, I have invited colleagues from all over the world, and now no less than ten sects have arrived in the town. You want me to be the king of Zhou You who plays with the princes with beacon fire?!"

Zhang Zhiwei grinned: "Abbott of Faxiang Sect, abbot of Zen Sect? What a big face!!"

Zhending's expression changed. The Weishi Sect's status in Buddhism has always been quite transcendent, because their ancestor was Tang Xuanzang.

Who was Xuanzang of Tang Dynasty? He was well-versed in the true teachings of the Tripitaka and was undoubtedly the number one Buddhist of that era. Even in the place where Buddhism originated, he was given the name "Mokyana Deva", which means Mahayana Heaven.

Needless to say, the inheritance he left behind is his ability. Even if the abbot of the Consciousness Wei Sect is met by the Heavenly Master, he will treat him with courtesy.

As for the status of the Zen abbot, let alone it. Since ancient times, he has been the Beidou in the world, and his status is not lower than that of the Tianshi.

But from the words of the little heavenly master in front of him, it was clear that he didn't take the two of them seriously at all.

Zhending even had a feeling that even if the two abbots really came, the little heavenly master in front of them would not necessarily give them face.

This is also the reason why Zhang Jingqing doesn't want to come. Zhang Zhiwei can refuse to give face to these two people, but Zhang Jingqing has to give it.

After all, they have equal status and have been friends for many years. If the two of them really want to stand in front of him, they will definitely stand in front of him.

He can also knock two old friends unconscious with one slap? Even if you really have this idea, you can't do it!

Even if he is really a monk, after listening to Zhang Zhiwei's words, he still wants to say something arrogant.

But he didn't. In the current situation, if he said something like this, there would be nothing to talk about.

He took a deep breath and continued to persuade:

"Little Heavenly Master, do you still remember the book I just talked about? Monks do not lie. Human catastrophes and heavenly catastrophes are real."

"You were attacked and killed in the Northeast. This was a catastrophe. If you go to Tiantai Mountain this time, if you go wrong, it will be another catastrophe. It may even be a catastrophe from heaven."

"Since ancient times, great monks who have attained Taoism have loved to retreat from the world and practice. This is the reason. Cultivation is inherently contrary to nature. If you carry a big cause and effect and your weight in heaven and earth increases, it will only attract divine punishment."

"Don't you see that powerful people like Zhang Jiao and Wu Hou all ended up in ruins because of excessive interference, man-made disasters and natural disasters?"

Zhending was still talking, but Zhang Zhiwei no longer wanted to hear it. Let alone Wuhou, Zhang Jiao alone was not something that the bald donkey in front of him could demean.

Zhang Jiao's status at that time was not lower than that of the Ancestral Master. He had hundreds of thousands of followers, all over the imperial family, and they had whatever they wanted. If he had established the religion steadily and spread it to this day, he would have become a behemoth.

But he is a cultivator who wants to go against the will of heaven. The way he practices is no worse than that of Wuhou. Such a person, even if he becomes a king and loses a bandit, and is labeled a thief and bandit by the victors of history, he will not be the one before him. This man can be insulted.

"You are a frog in a well, a chicken and a dog, but you are worthy of using Zhang Jiao and Wu Hou as negative examples?" Zhang Zhiwei said in a deep voice: "Get away quickly, or I will kill you to sacrifice the flag!"

Zhending looked at Zhang Zhiwei, who was staring over, and looked into his eyes. Those big star-like eyes were staring at his face, as hot as if they were being cut by a razor blade.

He felt an extremely pure murderous intention from Zhang Zhiwei's words.

This murderous intention penetrated people so much that he had an intuition that if he said one more word, he would die today.