From the moment Gu Hai arrived at Heavenly Yin City's central plaza, he was destined to attract the attention of the various factions! At the very least, the factions that had grudges with Gu Hai were all staring at Gu Hai.
At the small courtyard where the Future Buddha was: A group of monks stood on high ground, staring at the central plaza in the distance.
However, they saw Gu Hai placing a brush in the hands of the dazed Binghime. Then, he dictated to Binghime to write how to decipher Monk Yuanchu's Bodhi.
"Gu Hai is really shameless!"
"Although that Monk Yuanchu is not a disciple of our Spirit Mountain's holy land, his Buddhist nature is outstanding. His Bodhi gatha is filled with boundless Buddhist nature. Such literary talent is worthy of a bodhisattva in our Spirit Mountain's holy land!"
"Unfortunately, when we sent someone to invite Monk Yuanchu to our Spirit Mountain's holy land, he refused. The Bodhi gatha is filled with Buddhist nature, expressing the meaning of the Buddhist Dao."
"Binghime is already unconscious. Can she write in that state?"
The group of monks showed disdainful expressions.
At another small courtyard:
The Qing Emperor and his subordinates also stared at the central plaza.
"Sovereign Emperor, is that Gu Hai crazy? He wants Binghime to write? "Seven Kills said in shock.
"Silence!" The Qing Emperor said coldly.
"Yes!" Everyone was confused.
However, they saw that in the distance, Gu Hai had Mo Yike recite Monk Yuanchu's gatha. At the same time, he had Binghime write it.
"Bodhi tree in the heart!"
This was Monk Yuanchu's first sentence, and also his Buddhist Dao realm. Although it was just five words, the 'existence' of the Bodhi Tree was engraved in his heart.
Monk Yuanchu's words shone with golden light. Boundless righteous energy spun in the air like a storm.
As Gu Hai recited, Binghime wrote five words in a crooked manner.
"There is no Bodhi tree!"
The crooked words were extremely ugly, and it was difficult to fully display the artistic conception of the calligraphy. However, when these five words appeared, they seemed to be filled with a vast and righteous aura. A huge golden Buddhist light bloomed from the five crooked words.
If Monk Yuanchu's concept of Buddhism was to 'create' the Bodhi Tree in his heart, then Gu Hai's concept of Bodhi Tree was to transform the Bodhi Tree into 'nothingness'.
'Being' and 'Nothingness' were opposites. At this moment, it was impossible to tell who would win or lose. However, everyone could see that although they were both talking about the Bodhi Tree, this was a clash of opposing Dao of Calligraphy.
At the same time, a flood of Awe-Inspiring Righteous Energy gushed out from Binghime and spread in all directions.
"Huala!"
The surging aura of righteousness burst forth, just like when Monk Yuanchu wrote the 《Bodhi》. Countless Wen Dao practitioners who were debating and sparring with each other were instantly interrupted by this aura of righteousness, and all of them turned their heads.
"Huh? Are they not playing chess anymore? Are they competing with Dao of Calligraphy again? "
"Let's go and have a look. Competing with the 《Bodhi》? Another Buddhist light and Awe-Inspiring Righteous Energy? Who is this? Is it the Han Dynasty again? "
"He is not inferior to Monk Yuanchu at all!"
"Opposing essay? Is this an opposing essay? I haven't seen such a tit-for-tat essay in a long time! "
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Wen Dao practitioners from all directions quickly gathered around.
At first, there were only tens of thousands of onlookers, and most of them were Go Dao practitioners. At this moment, Calligraphy practitioners were also quickly attracted. Not only Calligraphy practitioners, but Zither Dao and Painting Dao practitioners also turned their curious gazes. After all, books were the foundation of Wen Dao.
In the courtyard of the Future Buddha.
"Bodhi Tree is originally non-existent? Is Gu Hai trying to play to the gallery? "
"Opposing essay? Opposing essay? You say there is, but I say there is none? Did Gu Hai come up with this on the spot? "
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All the monks were surprised.
Monk Yuanchu put his palms together, and his face turned gloomy. Opposing essay? This was a kind of essay that argued with each other, and it was also the kind of essay that was deeply entangled. Writing on the spot, how good could it be? What a joke.
"The spirit is the mirror!" Monk Yuanchu recited the second sentence.
This time, there was no need for Mo Yike to recite it. Monk Yuanchu recited the second sentence himself. As he recited it, the golden words in the sky shone even more brightly.
Monk Yuanchu recited it as if he was instilling a concept, a concept that made people have no choice but to believe.
Spirituality was the mirror that illuminated the essence of all things. The heart was Bodhi, and the spirit was the mirror. It could illuminate everything and lead to the other side. This was a kind of Buddhist nature that pressed forward courageously. This was pointing out a path of Buddhism.
Monk Yuanchu looked at Gu Hai confidently. Only his path was correct.
Gu Hai ignored him, but Binghime wrote the second sentence that Gu Hai recited in a crooked manner.
"The mirror is also not the mirror!"
Monk Yuanchu's eyelids suddenly twitched.
Those five crooked words were once again at odds with him. Even a mirror is not on the stage? Was this saying that what was in the mirror was just an illusion and didn't exist at all? Simply put, to see a person clearly, one couldn't look at the surface. If one was confused by the surface, it would be difficult to see deeper?
Did this mean that even his second sentence was rejected?
Boom!
As soon as the five crooked words appeared, the golden light increased by more than ten times, illuminating the sky in an instant. The surging aura of righteousness suddenly soared into the sky like the rising tide of the sea. It rushed straight toward Monk Yuanchu's golden words, as if it wanted to shatter the surrounding aura of righteousness.
The two auras of righteousness collided with each other. A thunderous boom was heard.
Monk Yuanchu's Bodhi kept saying 'there is', while Gu Hai's Bodhi kept saying 'there is'. They were evenly matched, as if two different Buddhists were competing.
In the distance, in the small courtyard of the Future Buddha.
The group of monks no longer underestimated Gu Hai.
"Opposing text? I don't believe that Gu Hai can still write it! "The group of monks all looked uncomfortable.
Obviously, they also saw the brilliance of Gu Hai's writing.
Monk Yuanchu's eyelids twitched as he recited the last two sentences.
"Illusions give birth to all things, brightness surpasses dust!"
As he recited, the golden light above the golden words instantly illuminated the entire central square. Almost everyone in the square turned their heads to look.
High up in the sky, the aura of righteousness formed a ferocious tornado. In the tornado, there seemed to be countless ferocious beasts roaring.
These two sentences continued the previous two sentences. Only when the heart is Bodhi, and the spirit is the mirror can one see everything. Only when one knows one's heart can one transcend the thousands of phenomena in the material world and reach the other shore. Only then can one become a Buddha!
This was the path of Buddhist cultivation. It was a visible and broad path.
Monk Yuanchu put his palms together. His body emitted a golden light, as if he had merged with the golden words of Bodhi in the sky. For a moment, Yuanchu's body emitted rolling golden light, forming a giant Buddha statue. He pressed down on Binghime with a majestic aura.
"Previously, Binghime's artistic conception of Bringing in the Wine was shattered by this giant Buddha statue. Binghime was severely injured and fell into a coma! Be careful, Your Majesty! "Mo Yike shouted.
Gu Hai ignored him. Instead, he recited the last two sentences. Binghime wrote them out in a daze.
"Originally, there was nothing, so where did dust come from?"
In the next life, there were no worries or restraints. Dust was inside, and the heart was outside. Worries were nothing. If one didn't pay attention to them, how could there be any worries?
As soon as the cross appeared, the golden light of Buddhist nature suddenly turned purple. As soon as the purple-golden light appeared, it seemed to form a black hole, surging toward the golden light of Buddhist nature in the sky.
"Buzz!"
All the golden light emitted by Bodhi instantly shattered and disappeared. The golden light rushed toward Monk Yuanchu's giant Buddha statue.
"Roar!"
The giant Buddha statue let out a loud roar and stomped on the ground. It seemed like it was going to shatter the ground. However, when it met the black hole, it strangely shattered all of a sudden.
The giant Buddha statue's foot shattered?
In the distance, in the small courtyard where the Future Buddha was:
The group of monks widened their eyes. They were already at a loss for words. Suddenly, the Future Buddha's voice came from the house behind them.
"Bodhi was originally not a tree, and the mirror was not a platform. Originally, there was nothing, so where did dust come from? What a good 'originally, there was nothing, so where did dust come from?' What a good Buddhist realm! One sentence said all about Bodhi. From now on, no one dared to say Bodhi, "the Future Buddha sighed.
"Look, that giant Buddha statue has shattered. It has completely shattered. How could this be?" Outside the house, another monk cried out in surprise.
In the small courtyard of Qing Emperor:
Qing Emperor looked at Gu Hai in the distance with narrowed eyes. "Gu Hai's literary cultivation is so powerful?"
In the central square:
Countless literary cultivators were also reciting Gu Hai's gatha.
"It's not the opposite. Mr. Goode's gatha is so much better than Monk Yuanchu's!"
"Look, Monk Yuanchu's giant Buddha statue has shattered!"
"What a terrifying aura of righteousness!"
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While the literary cultivators were still in shock, the giant Buddha statue suddenly exploded. From the crooked words in Binghime's hand, the aura of righteousness suddenly burst out like a volcanic eruption.
"Boom!"
It was like a heavy blow to the sky. It rushed toward the tornado-like aura of righteousness of Yuanchu. Under this volcanic eruption, the tornado-like aura of righteousness seemed to have stopped rotating for an instant.
"Bang!"
The aura of righteousness of Yuanchu's "Bodhi" suddenly disappeared. It disappeared into thin air just like that, as if it had never existed.
In the sky, the "Bodhi" painting seemed to have lost its luster in an instant. Not a single golden word was shining.
"Destroyed? That Buddhist gatha was destroyed? "
"Mr. Goode's" Bodhi "destroyed Master Yuanchu's" Bodhi "?"
"Mr. Goode's" Bodhi "has become a Great Dao, while Master Yuanchu's" Bodhi "has become a False Dao?"
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While the surrounding literary cultivators were still in shock, the purple-gold Buddhist light rushed toward Master Yuanchu. Grandmaster Yuanchu had a look of shock on his face.
"Buzz!"
Black gas suddenly surged out of Master Yuanchu's body.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. Master Yuanchu clutched his chest and looked at Gu Hai as he vomited blood. "No, no, this is impossible. My Buddhist Dao, my Buddhist Dao!"
"Plop!" Master Yuanchu fell to the ground.
"Master!" A group of servants immediately surrounded him.
Master Yuanchu glared at Gu Hai. There was a bone-deep hatred on his face.
"Your Majesty, your" Bodhi "subverted Master Yuanchu's Buddhist beliefs. His Buddhist cultivation has been destroyed by more than half?" Mo Yike said in shock.
"I understand now. The reason why Yuanchu was able to write that Bodhi was because he cultivated the Buddha in his heart. That was his conviction. However, master completely shattered his conviction. His conviction crumbled, and the Buddha's heart that he cultivated in the past fell short of success?" Gouchen's eyes lit up.
The surrounding literary cultivators were still looking at Gu Hai in shock.
Gu Hai, however, held Binghime in his arms and stared at Binghime. A hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
"Originally, there was nothing, so where did dust come from? Originally, there was nothing, so where did dust come from? "As Binghime muttered to herself, two streams of tears suddenly flowed down her closed eyes.
One could see with the naked eye that there seemed to be a lump of black gas that had been accumulating in Binghime's chest suddenly dispersed. As if all of her worries had dispersed, Binghime also woke up from the state of calligraphy.
She opened her eyes slightly. Tears still flowed down her cheeks. After everything was over, the whole world suddenly brightened up. The previous coldness, loneliness, and fear were all gone. All that was left was this very warm embrace.
After opening her eyes, Binghime instantly found herself in Gu Hai's arms.
"Your Majesty!" Binghime cried with reddened eyes. It seemed like she wanted to cry out all the grievances in her heart.
"It's good that you're awake!" Gu Hai smiled.
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