Song Qingshu replied lightly, "It doesn't matter if it came from the mouth of this little girl or from mine. Is there any difference?"
Everyone was stunned at first, but they soon realized that no matter who it came from, it proved that at least one of them knew Sanskrit. As long as they insisted that it was not the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, Shaolin Temple would not be able to prove it. Naturally, it would be inconvenient for them to take it from You Tanzhi.
Xuan Cheng's face turned green and purple. He had expected that Zi did not know Sanskrit, and then he would take the scripture from You Tanzhi. Jianghu people would not be able to say anything about it. Who knew that he had dug such a big hole for himself!
"Amitabha. With your attainments in Sanskrit, you must be proficient in Buddhist scriptures. Naturally, you know that greed, anger, and delusion harm the body and mind, making people sink into the cycle of life and death, and are the root of evil. Now, you have evil thoughts after seeing the secret book, which is greed. Because of the previous misunderstanding, you are angry. You do not know right from wrong, good from evil, and you do not know right from wrong. You are infected with three poisons at the same time … The sea of bitterness is boundless. I hope you will repent. "
Master Fangzheng was stunned by Song QingShu's Sanskrit attainments. He thought that Song QingShu was also someone who understood Buddhism, so he planned to use Buddhism to persuade Song QingShu to give up on the idea of obtaining the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture.
Song Qingshu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, these monks did not continue to ask him about Sanskrit. Otherwise, his half-baked level would be exposed immediately. Seeing that Master Fang was asking him about Buddhism, Song Qingshu was not afraid. After all, he could deal with these illusory things by just talking nonsense.
"The sea of bitterness is boundless. Is there really a shore to repent? May I ask Master, is it true that the Buddhists say that one can become a Buddha immediately after laying down the butcher's knife? " Song Qingshu knew that Buddhism was reasonable. If he entangled with Master Fang Zheng's question, he would fall into a trap step by step. Therefore, in order to break the trap, he did not directly answer Master Fang Zheng's question. Instead, he asked a question. Moreover, this question was derived from Master Fang Zheng's words, so it was not off-topic.
Hearing this, Fang Zheng was delighted. He thought that the other party was feeling remorseful and immediately replied, "Of course it's true."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly and changed the topic abruptly, "Then dare I ask, Reverend, why does a kind person have to go through eighty-one tribulations in order to obtain the scriptures? Why does a great devil who has killed countless people become a Buddha after laying down the butcher's knife? Wasn't this extremely unfair to kind-hearted people? Wouldn't such a Buddha serve the wicked? What's the point of such a Buddhist cultivator? "
"This?" Song Qingshu's three questions made Fang Zheng break out in a cold sweat. He suddenly realized that he had never thought about this question before and was at a loss for an explanation.
Song QingShu's words caused the black-clothed men beside him to nod deeply. Although they were in different camps from Song QingShu, what he said was very reasonable. Many of them could not help but have a trace of doubt in their hearts. Could it be that Buddhism was used to bully and fool good people like this?
Xuan Cheng's seniority and status in the Shaolin Temple were very high. Unfortunately, his main focus was on martial arts, and his understanding of Buddhism was far inferior to Fang Zheng's. Seeing that Fang Zheng was speechless, Xuan Cheng certainly could not do anything. As for Xuzhu, his attainments in martial arts were also much higher than his attainments in Buddhism. Coupled with his young age, he was probably not as good as Xuan Cheng in this aspect, so he could not count on him. Xuan Cheng could only snort coldly, "It's just sophistry."
Song QingShu laughed heartily, "I questioned Buddhist doctrine with Buddhist doctrine and came to a contradictory conclusion. That only proves that either you are not skilled enough, or Buddhist doctrine is a sophistry."
Xuan Cheng was furious, "Boy, how dare you insult Buddhism?"
Xuzhu, who had been silent and looked a little dull, suddenly stepped forward and said, "May I ask, Benefactor, do you think there is a problem with Buddhism?"
"Buddhism is profound, of course I don't dare to question it." Even with Song Qingshu's current martial arts, he did not dare to easily bear this accusation. After all, there were thousands of Buddhists in the world, and there were countless masters. He did not want to make so many enemies at once.
"According to Benefactor, since it is not a problem with Buddhism itself, it must be because we are not skilled enough in Buddhism? In that case, Benefactor, can you explain to us why kind-hearted people have to go through 81 difficulties in order to obtain scriptures and become Buddhas, while evil people who have killed countless people can immediately become Buddhas after putting down their butcher's knife? "Xuzhu looked sincere, like a devout believer.
Master Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up. It seemed that Xuzhu had asked the same question, but if the other party could not answer it, it would prove that what Xuzhu had said was just nonsense. The momentum that Xuzhu had accumulated would collapse in an instant, and they would have a reason to attack.
This Xuzhu really had a root of wisdom. No wonder he was chosen by the person in the Sutra Pavilion to be trained as a successor despite his low seniority …
Song QingShu also did not expect that the other party would also use their own spear to attack their shield, but he was already prepared for it. He calmly replied, "Could it be that the three masters think that it would be easier for a great demon who has killed countless people to lay down his butcher knife than for a kind person to go through eighty-one tribulations?"
Song Qingshu secretly laughed. In the future, the information on the Internet was so advanced that ancient Greek sophistry and China's famous "white horse is not a horse" problem were everywhere. Usually, he had to be baptized by powerful keyboard warriors on the Internet all the time. How could he not fool these country bumpkins who had never seen the world?
Xuzhu's expression suddenly changed. How could he not know that the other party had solved this problem perfectly? Xuan Cheng, who was next to him, also looked gloomy. On the contrary, Master Fang Zheng was more tolerant. He slightly bowed to Song Qingshu and said, "Benefactor, your Buddhist cultivation is so profound that I and the others can only look up to you. Today, I have benefited a lot from your Buddhist wisdom. If it were another time, I would sincerely ask you to teach me Buddhist principles. However, today's matter concerns the most precious treasure of the temple, so I have to offend you. I hope you can forgive me. "
Song Qingshu suddenly smiled bitterly. This was the f * cked up part of this world. Obviously, in the end, one had to rely on his fists to do the talking, but at the beginning, everyone had to pretend to be a gentleman and talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality.
He looked around and found that Zuo Lenchan's injury was not light, so it should be negligible in a short time. He had successfully persuaded You Tanzhi to defect to his side through Zi, but unfortunately, he was injured by Xuan Cheng. Now, he could only help to restrain the men in black under Zuo Lenchan, but he could not count on the rest.
On the Shaolin side, there were still three top masters in peak condition. If it was a one-on-one fight on an ordinary day, Song Qingshu would not be afraid, but one against three …
Song QingShu smiled bitterly. In his arms, there was still Young Miss Ren whose life was hanging by a thread. If he were to help her suppress the cold poison while resisting the attacks of these three great experts, he would probably not be able to use more than ten moves before his blood would splatter on the spot.
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