Chapter 225: Buddhist Country Outside the Territory

Feng Xu rides the wind.

In the morning, he travels to the sea and in the evening, he travels to Cangwu.

This is what an immortal should do.

Zhou Yi turned into a light and flew in the sky.

He did not ride a divine bull or drive a magic shuttle, but only used sword escape to leave Luozhou in a moment.

An hour later, he passed through the Ten Thousand Mountains and entered the territory of Jizhou Demon Country.

With the blessing of the Disha magic power to control the wind, the ordinary sword escape method is as fast as the top escape magic power.

Under the rule of the magic way, Jizhou is very different from Yunzhou. The city walls are generally thick and old, the buildings in the city are blue-gray, and the mansions are like small fortresses.

The overall feeling of the building is ancient, depressing, and dangerous.

The evil spirit in the city rises, and it seems that there is a formation to restrict it, making it difficult for the evil spirit to drift in all directions. .

Ordinary people will not live long under the erosion of evil spirits if they are weak, and they will be brave and fierce if they are strong.

The mortals under the control of the demon sects are selected from birth, and those with poor physiques do not even have the qualification to live.

Zhou Yi's escape light passed through the city for only a moment, and he saw several gang fights. The demon monks led by him drove the skeleton evil ghosts and became murderous, even devouring their own people.

Boom!

A magic thunder fell from the sky, splitting the monks who were killing into ashes.

The two gangs immediately turned into birds and beasts, thinking that the fighting and noise had offended some old demon, and if they escaped slowly, they might be refined into magic weapons.

"The cultivators who survived in this environment, in terms of life and death fighting, far surpass those of the same level. No wonder Su Yu was able to escape from the first-level siege."

Zhou Yi had just entered Jizhou, and he would kill the rebellious demons with his hands. After seeing too many, he could only respect the local customs.

Another half day.

In the direction of the demon atlas, the light of escape passed through Jizhou diagonally. As the distance approached, the position of the Holy Mother of White Lotus became more and more accurate.

Zhou Yi looked down from the clouds. It was surrounded by thousands of miles of mountains and ridges, and in the middle was a plain about the size of a state.

The human breath was strong on the plain, and it should be a small country of the human race.

Lowering the light of escape, he saw temples on the plain, which could be called ten temples in one village and ten temples in one county. The prosperity of Buddhism was even greater than that of Bodhi County.

"Buddhist country on earth?"

Zhou Yi's figure changed into an old monk in yellow clothes in an instant. The power of Huangting Daojing changed the breath, which was comparable to the purest Buddhist law.

Flying all the way, he saw the golden light shining from afar, dazzling his eyes.

Only when he flew closer could he see clearly that the whole city was shaped like a huge temple, with a glazed roof and gold paint on the walls. Under the sunlight, it reflected infinite brilliance.

The believers entering the city were full of piety, and they kowtowed every three steps. Their target was the Big Buddha Temple in the center of the city.

Zhou Yi descended from the clouds and entered the city gate. The monks on duty did not dare to stop him and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Master!"

"Amitabha."

Zhou Yi clasped his hands together in return.

After entering the city, he found that there were monks all around.

The peddlers and the cart sellers were monks, and the beggars on the street also had scars on their heads, wore monk robes, and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Zhou Yi walked towards the center of the city and met several officials in monk robes. They were talking about where there was a drought and should perform rituals to pray for rain, and where there was an epidemic and should open a ritual altar to treat it.

"This is the real Buddhist kingdom on earth!"

When the monks in the city met Zhou Yi, they bowed and bowed, respectfully calling him Master.

The relic temporarily condensed by Huangting's magic power had a pure Buddhist breath, and it also had the double cover of covering the sun and standing upright without a shadow. Even the Arhats could not tell the true from the false.

Zhou Yi followed the breath and came to the Big Buddha Temple in the center of the city.

The temple is as its name suggests. A golden Buddha, more than ten feet tall, sits cross-legged on a lotus platform, with a compassionate face, overlooking all living beings.

There is a grand Dharma Assembly in front of the temple. There are two gorgeous high platforms on the left and right, and two monks are sitting and debating.

On the left is a young monk, with lips like red, skin like cream, handsome and not like ordinary people.

On the right is an old monk, with a sad face, eyebrows drooping three feet, skin color pale gold, sitting cross-legged on the high platform like an Arhat descending to the world.

Believers come from all directions, and after worshiping the golden Buddha, they gather around the high platform with a fanatical look.

The old monk seems to be famous, and many believers shout titles such as the long-browed monk and the master of Zhishan. On the contrary, the young monk is unknown and not a monk from his own country, so no one pays attention to him.

"It's really fate. I met Master Fahai from hundreds of thousands of miles away!"

Zhou Yi immediately became interested. Anyway, the White Lotus Mother couldn't escape, so he sat cross-legged on the ground and listened to the debate on the stage.

The young monk was Fahai, but he had changed his skin. Zhou Yi saw that his spirit and aura had not changed at all.

Miao Shan had said that the killing arhat had found the lotus root to rebuild Fahai's body, but he had never thought that he would be so handsome.

The two people on the stage kept talking, refuting each other with every word.

When they explained the Buddhist principles, they aroused the Buddha's light, and golden lotuses appeared on the ground and various strange images appeared.

The old monk was able to speak calmly at first, but his voice became urgent after a while, and his face flushed soon after.

"Amitabha! If you don't save yourself, how can you save others? Master, you are still young, why don't you learn Buddhism first? Otherwise, saving others is just an empty flower..."

"Master, you are wrong! Saving others is saving yourself. If you save all people in the world, you will naturally become a Buddha!"

Fahai said: "Your sect only talks about saving yourself, not saving others. This is narrow-minded and useless!"

The old monk was already angry because he couldn't argue with the sutra. Hearing this, he said angrily: "Master, you said that the Buddhism of this temple is useless?"

Fahai nodded and said: "The Hinayana Buddhism cannot save sentient beings and cannot become a Buddha. What's the use of it?"

"Master, don't you think so..."

The old monk chanted a Buddhist name loudly: "Amitabha! I have violated the precept of anger, and I must face the wall for ten days to reflect. I invite Brother Zhijue to the stage!"

"Good!"

Fahai said: "Master, there is still a cure. Why not worship under me, listen to the sutras every day, and practice the supreme Buddhist Dharma!"

"..."

The old monk suppressed his anger. The other party came from the legendary Buddhist realm. He was young, and fighting with him was suspected of bullying the younger generation.

Not long after the old monk stepped down, a gray-clothed monk came up quickly. He was covered with dust and his feet were covered with mud, as if he had just crawled out of the ground.

"I am a poor monk, Zhijue, who is personally experiencing the hard work of farmers and people, and realizing that food is not easy to come by. Master, you can only talk about saving people here, but can you distinguish the five grains?"

"That's wrong. I can't distinguish the five grains, but I can cast a spell to make clouds and rain, and protect the water and soil of a place."

Fahai said: "Master, you have supreme magic power, but you are obsessed with one acre of land. It seems that you understand the hard work of farmers, but in fact you only care about your own practice and are reluctant to use your magic power to benefit the people."

"I wonder how many people can be saved from famine by the food you grow?"

A few sentences in a row, the gray-robed monk was speechless. When he saw drought, he would cast a spell to make it rain, but now he can't say it.

Saving others or saving yourself is about the fundamentals, and the gray-robed monk had to swallow the bitter water.

"My rice fields have not been irrigated yet, so I will leave them for now. Please ask Master Dingjie to come and debate with you..."

After that.

One monk after another was like a revolving lantern, constantly coming on stage and leaving the stage.

Some debated with Fahai for ten or eight sentences, while some debated with him for only three or five sentences before being defeated. They would then find a reason to replace the monks on the stage.

Fahai accepted all the monks and made all the monks in the Big Buddha Temple look ashamed.

The faces of the audience gradually became sad. Who would want a foreign monk to show off in front of the Big Buddha Temple?