When the birthday banquet ended, the strange coercion that suppressed the group of monks quietly disappeared. Then the group of monks hurriedly found an excuse to leave the banquet hall. However, when they came to the street, the Southern Barbarian Song and Dance Troupe had already disappeared.
"Master, the evildoer escaped!"
Said a younger monk, while the older monk put his palms together.
"Amitabha …."
For this group of monks, their luck could be said to be quite bad. They came from the Buddhist Kingdom of the Western Regions. This time, they came to the Great Han Dynasty to preach. Of course, another reason for this group of monks to come here was that there was a very magical technology here that could print texts on a large scale.
For Buddhists, Buddhist scriptures were also an important part of spreading their teachings, so they traveled thousands of miles to come here.
Of course, for these monks, they had no concept of buying. They originally hoped to take the route of the upper class like in other places. They wanted to talk to the officials and nobles here, guide them to devote themselves to Buddhism, and then "beg for alms". However, what these monks did not expect was that as soon as they came here, they encountered unexpected difficulties.
First of all, their idea of taking the route of the upper class was not feasible at all, because the law of the Great Han Dynasty stipulated that no member of the cabinet was allowed to believe in religion. Therefore, when the officials heard that they wanted to talk about things like gods and Buddhas, they were directly rejected. Although they wanted to preach to the people on the street, they were also driven away by the city management. According to the law, religious people could only preach in designated places after applying, and were not allowed to spread religion in public places.
Therefore, the group of monks had no choice but to apply, but they were told that they did not meet the conditions. Because applying to preach to a religion required an "address", and this group of wandering monks did not even have a place to live, so how could they find a place to work?
This was the first time that this group of monks felt so desperate.
They could not figure out why this country seemed to be so harsh on religion, when they were treated with courtesy in other places. And this was not only from the upper class, even among the ordinary people, most of them had no interest in the preaching of these monks. Occasionally, they would even ask some questions that made them feel embarrassed ….
In response, Fangzheng said, "Do you think the more than 100 years of compulsory education to eliminate illiteracy is fake?
Materialist dialectics is the most useful way to deal with the sophistry of idiotic religions like you. If you want to preach, but you can't even convince the preachers, how can you preach?
Perhaps there was always a way out. The group of monks accidentally got to know Old Master Shen's wife. Apparently, the old lady was very interested in what they were talking about. So, they took the opportunity to get closer to her and suggested that they could temporarily borrow a place for them to preach to everyone.
However, the monks were then told in despair that all land in the Great Han Dynasty belonged to the state, and no one was allowed to change the use of the land without permission. If they wanted to apply for it, they had to go through the procedures themselves.
At this moment, the group of monks was really in despair. They deeply felt how difficult it was to "prove that your father is your father". Only formal religious institutions could apply for scripture preaching, and formal religious institutions needed to provide legal proof to prove their identity, and the legal proof could only be applied for if the person owned the land for religious purposes. Only formal religious institutions were qualified to apply for a change of land for religious purposes....
At this moment, the group of monks felt some kind of indescribable malice coming from the unseen world.
They even thought of building their own in the deep mountains and forests, but they were told again that building any building without permission would be regarded as illegal and would be forcibly demolished.
This country was too harsh!
In the eyes of the monks, this harsh country was simply hell! But the more it was so, the more determined they became to make the people of this country believe in Buddhism. They also had magic power, so they naturally saw the Nether World that Fangzheng had divided. In their view, this was the 18 levels of hell mentioned by Buddha, but there was no heaven where they could go to paradise. This made the monks determined to save the people of this country from the abyss of suffering, so that they could go to paradise and experience the mercy of Buddha in the Western Paradise!
Fortunately, Fangzheng did not hear this, or he would have turned into an undead squad and went to the Western Paradise to burn Buddha to death.
He had already burned many gods and Buddhas to death anyway, one more wouldn't make a difference.
Of course, this seemed to be only a matter of time.
Today, when they attended Master Shen's birthday banquet and saw the Southern Barbarian Song and Dance Troupe, the group of monks thought that the time had come. Although these Southern Barbarian monsters had a unique way to hide their monster energy, they were still very good at killing monsters. Naturally, they immediately saw through the disguise of the other party.
Originally, the group of monks thought that this was a good opportunity. Although they didn't know why these monsters came here, they were obviously bad, so they also tried to force the other party to show up, and then show the boundless power of Buddha here to suppress them. At the same time, it could be regarded as showing the great cause of Buddha to others.
However, they were stopped by someone.
It was silent.
That was not the work of evil demons. At that time, everyone felt a powerful pressure that was comparable to that of the Gautama Buddha. However, it was different from the Gautama Buddha. This pressure was so overbearing that they could not resist it at all. Fortunately, the other party didn't intend to do anything to them. After the Southern Barbarian Song and Dance Troupe left, they disappeared.
It seemed that in this country, it seemed that it was more difficult to preach Buddhism than expected.
Although the leading monk didn't say anything, it was hard for them to understand that he was warning them before. Although they didn't know why … it seemed that the situation was much more dangerous than they had imagined.
Fangzheng didn't care about the thoughts of these monks. Just like what happened to these monks, when designing the system, Fangzheng deliberately added various restrictions at the religious level. These restrictions were only a small trouble for local religions, but for any foreign preachers, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky. It was basically equivalent to an endless loop of program logic.
Although cultural exchange was necessary, on the religious level, Fangzheng adopted a complete closed-door policy. After all, in his opinion, no matter what foreign religion it was, there was no need for them to take root and sprout in this land.
What this group of monks did so far hadn't stepped on Fangzheng's bottom line, so he didn't care. It didn't matter if they stepped on it, because at that time, Fangzheng would directly launch a war against the Western gods at the twilight of doomsday.
After all, the idiots who preached were all minions. After killing the boss, they wouldn't amount to much, right?
At this time, the Nanman Song and Dance Troupe, who had escaped, returned to their station.
"I didn't expect that group of baldies to come here!"
The man in the lead angrily slammed the table with all his might and let out a muffled groan.
"I thought we'd escaped them!"
"But didn't someone help us? That means we're still safe in this country. "
A bronze-skinned woman in a bikini also said uneasily.
"Although I heard that the Great Han Dynasty is a very open-minded country towards monsters, we are, after all, foreign monsters …."
"But Leader, are we going to keep hiding like this?"
At this time, the peacock who appeared as a pet in the song and dance troupe suddenly opened its mouth and spoke in human language. Obviously, this song and dance troupe was not ordinary.
"In any case, this is the only thing we can do …."
The monsters below were discussing and did not notice Fangzheng at all. At this moment, Fangzheng more or less understood the origin of these monsters from their words. They seemed to be monsters originally from the Southern Barbarians, who went to the Great Han Dynasty to seek refuge because of the religion of those bald donkeys. But because these monsters were wild, they naturally did not know that the monsters in the Great Han Dynasty had long been regulated, so they still wanted to follow the rules of wild monsters and live among the crowd.
However, at this moment, the other party suddenly changed the topic.
"But is it really okay to go on like this? I know that the Black Flood Dragon has recruited a lot of monsters now, saying that he wants to build a country of monsters, and he plans to attack the Great Han Dynasty …. Wouldn't it be worse if this place becomes a battlefield? "
However, as soon as the man's voice fell, he saw the expressions of the people around him suddenly change, which made him a little confused. Before the man could think further, Fangzheng's voice quietly came from behind him.
"I'm very interested in this news. Can you tell me in detail?"
"Who is it?!"
The man was obviously also a monster. The moment he heard Fangzheng's voice, he immediately jumped up and spread his hands in mid-air. Then, his whole body quickly turned into a huge white tiger. The next moment, as if he was slapped by a transparent giant hand, he fell directly to the ground with a bang.
In fact, not only him, but almost all the members of the Southern Barbarian Song and Dance Troupe fell to the ground under the suppression of Fangzheng's [Firebird], except for one.
"You're the behind-the-scenes boss of this troupe, right?"
Fangzheng crossed his arms and looked at the girl standing in front of him. She looked about 15 or 16 years old, wearing ordinary Southern Barbarian clothes, and her skin was also brown. She looked no different from the naughty children of this age who liked to run around in the fields. However, under the suppression of Fangzheng's [Firebird], only she could still stand here, which was enough to explain the problem.
When she heard Fangzheng's question, the girl smiled slightly.
"I didn't expect that you would see through me. You're indeed a monster of the Great Han Dynasty. I admire you."
"I …."
Hearing this, the corner of Fangzheng's eyes twitched slightly.
Miss, are you the rumored Heavenly Mountain Tonglao?
PS: After coming back, I feel that my concept of time is different because it's almost 10 o 'clock here, so I don't feel like writing an update at all …. 23333
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