The flyer finally went out!
In a dark hall, there were two thrones, on which sat two men in blood robes. Below stood a group of men and women in blood robes.
"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's personal disciple? Heaven and Earth Infinite Transcendence Conference?" A man on the throne held the leaflet and wondered.
"Yes, this monk saint is called the monk of precepts! It's already spread all over the outside! In Zhoujing's Demon Suppression Temple!" A man in a blood-robed robe below said respectfully.
"Abstain from sex?" The man on the throne was silent.
"Yes, when we went to find the Lord, no, when we were looking for *** heaven, he also called himself a precept at that time! It seems that you have forgotten who you are?" A subordinate below said respectfully.
"*** Heaven, a personal disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Heh, hehe, ridiculous, ridiculous!" The man on the throne showed a look of disdain.
"Do you not believe it? Blood-robed ancestor?" The other person on the throne next to him said in a deep voice.
Both of them were wrapped in blood robes and couldn't see their faces clearly.
"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is a legendary bodhisattva in Buddhism, his status has long been transcendent to the world, and the immortals are more than just high realms! The strong people in this world can't even reach the level of immortals, right? It is actually said that he is a direct disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? It's ridiculous, in the Buddhist temples in the world, who dares to climb the relationship?" The Blood-Robed Ancestor said in a deep voice.
"What about this ......?" The other blood-robed man on the throne wondered.
"Rat King, you don't have to guess, it must be fake! Can you still communicate with the hell of hell? Joke, I don't know where the hell of the underworld is, and the underworld? Return to hell?" The Blood-Robed Ancestor sneered.
"I don't care about this, but he calls himself a quirk!" The Rat King said in a deep voice.
"What do you care? The top priority is to find a way to get the Dazhou royal family in hand, and the Buddha treasure of the Blood Saving Temple is hidden in the hands of the Dazhou royal family!" The Blood-Robed Ancestor said in a deep voice.
"What is the Buddha's treasure? Whose hands are you hiding it in?" The Rat King asked.
"Let's talk about it when we get the royal family of the Great Zhou!" The Blood-Robed Ancestor said in a deep voice.
"This Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva disciple is reincarnated, so I don't care?" The Rat King said in a deep voice.
"What do you think?" The Blood-Robed Ancestor said in a deep voice.
"Naturally, I have to send someone to take a look!" The Rat King said in a deep voice.
"Oh?" The Blood-Robed Ancestor looked at the Rat King.
"Nie Tianba!" The Rat King said in a deep voice.
"Here!"
In the crowd below, a man suddenly walked out, not Nie Tianba, who was it? At the beginning, he and Murong Luguang were captured by *** heaven and brought here.
Different from Murong Luguang's fate, Murong Luguang was "enchanted", but Nie Tianba did not, because Nie Tianba was originally a blood demon! After some loyalty, he was naturally accepted as a younger brother. The sky was torn apart by the Demon Venerable, and Nie Tianba immediately took refuge in the two protectors.
"Are you familiar with that king?" The Rat King said in a deep voice.
"Yes, I am too familiar with Wang Ke, he is a liar! This reincarnation of a disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva must also be a scam set up by Wang Ke, I guarantee!" Nie Tianba immediately said hatefully.
"I don't care what kind of scam it is, since you are a subordinate, then you can go with them and cooperate with them to find out clearly!" The Rat King pointed to ten blood-robed subordinates and ordered.
"Yes!" The ten blood-robed subordinates said respectfully.
Nie Tianba could only say respectfully: "Yes!"
"The descendants of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, even if they are deceiving, they must know something if they use the name of the precepts. The Rat King said in a deep voice.
"Yes!" Eleven people said respectfully.
Zhou Jing!
Although the transcendental conference of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's disciples had not yet begun, it became more and more intense, and more and more people gathered from all over the world, and there were more and more doubts. As a result, there was extreme chaos outside the Demon Suppression Temple.
Fortunately, Wang Ke was quite famous in the Immortal Sect, and some Immortal Sect disciples did not dare to mess around.
However, the Demon Suppression Temple in the east of Zhoujing City also spread its reputation to the palace.
The palace has a huge "swastika" barrier, which was used by the national teacher to protect the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Only those who have the permission of the national teacher can step into the palace.
At this moment, a group of monks came to the palace and asked to see the national teacher outside a large hall. This group of people is not a stranger, they are the monks who have just been sprayed out by Wang Ke with a depressed face.
"National Master, I am here to ask for advice, do you know Mahayana Buddhism?" A monk said depressedly.
There was no one in the hall, but the voice of the national teacher could be heard.
"Mahayana Buddhism? Where did you hear that?" The voice of the national teacher came.
"It's the Demon Suppression Temple, the holy monk inside boasts that he is a direct disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. I only know how to fight all day long. Kill and kill, I'll come and ask the national teacher for advice, what is Mahayana Buddhism?" A monk said respectfully.
There was silence in the hall for a while.
"The national teacher comes from the Blood Temple and is the first Buddhist and Taoist sect in the 100,000 mountains, and he must know a lot, can you ask the national teacher for advice!" The monk asked again.
National teacher: "......!"
Obviously, the national teacher has never heard of Mahayana Buddhism.
"National teacher, why don't you come forward and expose this liar? Slandering us Bodhisattvas, the sin is extremely heinous, we Buddhist disciples, knowing that he is lying to others, but we have no choice but to ask the national teacher to make the decision!"
"National Master, now there are more and more believers coming to worship in the east of the city, and if this continues, the Great Zhou will only know the holy monk's precepts, but not the National Master!"
"Please come forward and expose this group of madmen who disrupt the order of my Buddhism!"
The request of a group of monks made the national teacher in the hall silent for a while.
"Master Jielu, apart from claiming to be a disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, can he do anything else harmful to the people?" The national teacher asked.
"Uh, this is not the case, he never refuses to show his face, it's all that Wang Ke can blow, what kind of underworld coins does Wang Ke sell, it should have nothing to do with abstaining from sex, right?" A monk said blankly.
"Since there is no harm to the people, it is quite inappropriate for the poor monk to go and expose it!" The national teacher said in a deep voice.
"Yes, yes, they are liars, the national teacher is a high monk of the Blood Temple, and he personally came forward, which is indeed too exalting them, but they used the reputation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to deceive the world, but they are disrespectful to the Bodhisattva and beg the national teacher to punish them!" A monk said.
There was silence in the hall for a while: "In that case, I will invite the King of Zhou to issue an edict to ask Master Jie Se to open an altar to give a lecture. If you deceive the world and deceive the world, you will take the opportunity to eliminate the scam!"
"Amitabha, thank you National Master for saving my Buddhist reputation!" The monks immediately bowed respectfully.
Zhou Jing, in the Demon Suppression Temple.
Wang Ke, Zhang Zhengdao, and Monk Bujie stared at an imperial edict.
"Let the monk undisciplined open the altar to give lectures? What are you kidding about? What will did the King of the Great Zhou Dynasty decree? Didn't he have a national teacher next to him? And let the monk give a lecture?" Zhang Zhengdao was astonished.
"This is for us! They can't afford to play! I'm going to complain!" Wang Ke said with an ugly face.
"What should I do? Once the lecture is given, the group of people outside the door who scold us will definitely be provoked in all kinds of ways. Zhang Zhengdao was worried.
"I can preach, I am very good at preaching!" Monk Bujie said from the side.
"We're talking about business, don't mess around! Once you get through it, we will lose all our previous efforts!" At least wait until the person I'm looking for, right?" Wang Ke stared.
Unwarned monk: "......!"
"What now?" Zhang Zhengdao asked.
"There is no way, just give a lecture, the king of the Great Zhou has issued an imperial decree, what else can we do? This is Zhou Jing, unless, we don't want to stay here! However, the leaflets have been printed, and now it's too late to move!" Wang Ke frowned.
"If you don't give lectures to monks, will there be problems?" Zhang Zhengdao looked at the monk who did not take the precepts.
Wang Ke pondered for a while, then turned his head to look at the monk Bujie: "I told you before, how did you compile the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures?"
Unwarned monk: "......!"
"You haven't made it up yet, have you?" Wang Ke stared.
"Random compilation of scriptures will be punished!" Monk Bujie said with a strange expression.
"What retribution have you suffered? Let you use the style of Buddhist scriptures to tell some short stories, and you will also suffer retribution? Forget it, it's too late now, you can blow the story of the eighteen layers of hell then, they don't know anyway!" Wang Ke frowned.
Monk Bujie was silent for a while: "Actually, I know a lot of scriptures, I can say something else!"
"Fart, a large group of monks outside have to find fault with you every day, you only have one mouth, they have a hundred mouths, how can you talk to them? How many times have I told you about the dimensionality reduction strike? Why don't you understand? No, you will remember, recall what you saw and heard in the underworld, how miserable those ghosts you saw were in the underworld, how cruel the torture in the eighteen layers of hell was! You just want to make everyone feel there, just tell them ghost stories!" Wang Ke said in a deep voice.
"I have never been to the underworld, nor have I been to the eighteen layers of hell?" The monk Bujie said with an ugly face.
"Who really let you go? Why don't you understand? Blow, use the stylistic format of Buddhist scriptures, blow blindly! Who can pick a thorn in you?" Wang Ke stared.
Unwarned monk: "......!"
"Don't make a fool of yourself, if you dare to do anything, I have to break the contract! You can't afford to compensate!" Wang Ke threatened.
Unwarned monk: "......!"
"Don't worry, you are responsible for telling ghost stories, no, I am still by your side, in case you can't make it up, I can also help you fill in the gaps, anyway, others have never heard of our Mahayana Buddhism, isn't it all up to you to blow? When I first recruited you, I saw that you were quite good at blowing! Look at you shameless! Why are you timid now?" Wang Ke comforted.
The monk's face twitched, you are not a recruited holy monk at all, you are clearly a liar, right?
"Okay, okay, I'll try it!" The monk said with a bitter face.
"Okay, that's it, three days later, at the Demon Suppression Temple, the holy monk opened an altar to give a lecture and preached the Mahayana Dharma! Everyone is welcome to come and listen!" Wang Ke immediately set a date.
"Three days later?" Zhang Zhengdao said blankly.
"Of course, in the past three days, together with the monk who did not take the precepts, we have perfected the worldview of Mahayana Buddhism on a pair of Mahayana Buddhist scriptures. Also, prepare a little story, be careful of chicken soup and the like!" Wang Ke said solemnly.
Zhang Zheng said: "......!"
Unwarned monk: "......!"
Are you really playing? Mahayana Buddhism? On-site direct editing?
(End of this chapter)