"Teacher often teaches me that color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. There is nothing in the world. How can it be tainted with color? Perfected Lord, what do you think is color? "
"It's you, me, and all living beings."
"Perfected Lord, you're wise. Please ask."
"The teachings of the Western Sect teach people to be tolerant. Heh, what's the use of tolerance?"
"The teachings of my sect are not teaching people to be tolerant, but to persuade people to be kind. In the world, there are many cultivators. If living beings are all interested in themselves, how can they know what is good? Therefore, the disciples of my sect take it as their responsibility to persuade others to be kind. It is not just the word 'tolerance'. Teacher often says that no matter how deep one's cultivation is, there will be times when one will be angry. One can tolerate it, but one cannot tolerate great evil. "
"An evil person runs amok with a saber. When he encounters someone who is even more evil, he will just tolerate it. Let's skip this question. Ask. "
One question, one answer, one answer, one question.
Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi stood on the mountain path in front of dozens of "experts" of the Western Sect. They had been debating for more than an hour.
The two of them could not stump each other. Sometimes, even if their answers were specious, they would not investigate too deeply.
That was because if they were to investigate further, it would definitely be a more troublesome debate. The two of them just deliberately avoided it.
Speaking of the ability to discuss the Dao, it was actually only Jin Chanzi, who had become a disciple of the Daoist Jie Yin's incarnation. He was famous on the spiritual mountain. Jin Chanzi's comprehension was superb. He had not cultivated for long, but in terms of the Dao, there was almost no one in the Western Sect who could defeat him.
The way Jin Chanzi discussed the Dao was somewhat similar to Yang Jian's. When the two of them met, they were considered to be evenly matched.
All sorts of concepts were changed, the important were avoided, and the metaphors were sarcastic. Their words were also all over the place. In the end, there was almost no logic.
However, it just so happened that when these words that couldn't be any more ordinary came out of their mouths, it would always cause people to be slightly shocked and feel as if they were suddenly enlightened.
In the Jade Void Palace, a few immortals sat in the cloud in front of the hall and drank wine. They looked at the situation in the Cloud Mirror Technique and cheered.
Although it was a little inappropriate for Yang Jian to go to the Western Sect to cause trouble without discussing with them, he had indeed helped them vent their anger.
Moreover, at that moment, Yang Jian was debating with Jin Chanzi, who had appeared out of nowhere. He had used the teachings of Chanism and the Dao Sutras of the Dao Sect. He had a "huge battle" with the teachings of the Western Sect and the sutras. It was quite enjoyable to watch.
Perhaps if they really fought, Yang Jian's incarnation could easily crush Jin Chanzi to death. However, the two of them were evenly matched in the debate. Gradually, it began to evolve into a battle between the teachings of Chanism and the teachings of the Western Sect.
"Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian's eloquence … is unparalleled." Huang Long smacked his lips. "I really want to go with him and meet the members of the Western Sect. I want to discuss the Dao with them!"
However, Perfected Taiyi said, "When it comes to discussing Dao, what's important is not how long you've immersed yourself in the scriptures and Dao. What's important is whether your mind is flexible and how fast your reaction is."
Chijing Jing asked, "What Martial Nephew is talking about, is it really Dao?"
"It's like the Dao, but it's not the Dao. It's the Dao."
Hiroshige said. He held the wine bottle and took a sip. He continued to watch the situation in the cloud mirror.
The Lingxiao Hall of the Celestial Court was filled with whispers. White-haired old men frowned and pondered. They kept trying to figure out what Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi had said.
In fact, if they were not in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall and in front of the Jade Emperor's throne, they would probably have stood on two sides and started to discuss the words of Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi.
Nezha sat in a corner dejectedly. He hugged his Fire-tipped Spear and stared blankly at Yang Jian's face in the cloud mirror.
"What's wrong?" Lei Zhenzi walked over from the side and leaned against the jade pillar. He smiled and said, "Have you realized the gap between us and Eldest Senior Brother again?"
"I don't understand … What are they talking about?"
Nezha sighed softly. Lei Zhenzi sneered and stopped mocking him.
Huang Tianhua, who was dressed in the court attire of a civil official, kept mumbling. He walked over with a puzzled expression. "What did Eldest Senior Brother say just now? When the sky is hot, the heart will naturally cool down when it's calm?"
"This … Hey, look, Eldest Senior Brother seems to be stumped!"
Nezha suddenly shouted. Everyone in the hall looked at the cloud mirror. Indeed, they saw Yang Jian standing there with a gloomy expression.
Nezha hurriedly asked, "What did the bald donkey ask?"
Someone answered softly, "Jin Chanzi asked, 'If you do evil, why can't you enter the Nirvana as long as you put down the butcher's knife and repent?'"
"What's so difficult about that?" Nezha muttered. "Can't you just say that it's easy to change a leopard's spots?"
"Shh!" Lei Zhenzi made a gesture to keep quiet because Yang Jian had already spoken.
On the mountain path, the wind was a little noisy. At some point in time, hundreds of figures had already stood around Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi.
After Jin Chanzi said that he would put down the butcher's knife and come to his senses, Yang Jian fell silent for a while and did not answer.
Just as the surrounding figures thought that Yang Jian was going to admit defeat, Yang Jian's gaze was filled with mockery as he sighed softly.
"I thought that you were a kind person, but I didn't expect you to say such words," Yang Jian said calmly. "Perhaps the Western Sect has said these words many times when they judge people."
Jin Chanzi frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Yang Jian pursed his lips. "What do you think is wrong? Let's not talk about anything else. According to the teachings of the Western Sect, one can enter the Nirvana after being good for one lifetime. One can enter the Western Sect after being good for ten lifetimes. Did I remember wrongly? "
"Of course."
"Then what right does the Western Sect have to say that evil people who put down the butcher's knife and come to their senses can directly enter Nirvana?"
Yang Jian's gaze was a little aggressive. Jin Chanzi suddenly thought of something and his face turned pale. His breathing became uneven.
Yang Jian cursed, "Is this the Western Sect? On one hand, he told the kind people that they had to do good for ten lifetimes and accumulate a thousand years of merit before they could enter the Western Paradise. On the other hand, he smiled at those villains who were stained with blood and carried sins. He said that as long as they put down the butcher's knife in their hands, they could enter the Western Paradise. Why? Are you bullying honest people? "
"Is this how you persuade people to do good? If I were a mortal, why would I have to do good!?! I just need to walk around and kill wantonly for the rest of my life. Wouldn't it be fine when I'm enlightened before I die? "
"Persuading people to do good? What a joke! You can enter Nirvana after putting down the butcher's knife? It's even more ridiculous! "
"When I look at the teachings of the Western Sect, I don't see good people. All I see are evil ghosts in good skin." Yang Jian sneered and looked up. "Could it be that the golden light here is also a cold ghostly aura?"
Jin Chanzi frowned and looked at Yang Jian. He did not say anything for a long time. Then, he let out a long sigh, pressed his palms together, bowed, and made way.
Yang Jian laughed loudly and walked forward. His laughter was filled with mockery towards the people around him.
"That's different!"
An old man shouted, "The person who puts down the butcher's knife is a person who has a good heart. This person's nature is evil. How can he be compared to those who are naturally good?"
Yang Jian swept his gaze across. "Do you mean that it's only right for evil people to do evil, and good people have to be killed when they encounter evil? What kind of dirty business is the Western Sect doing? Is your doctrine supposed to protect the good or the evil? "
"That's different! The Paradise that good people enter is different from the Paradise that evil people enter! "
"What a joke!"
Yang Jian suddenly spoke like thunder. A thunderbolt exploded on the mountain path, causing a group of people to retreat continuously.
The mountain path opened up. Yang Jian walked forward. Every step was very slow, but every step was like a nail that pierced the hearts of the Western Sect members.
At the end of the mountain path, more figures gathered. However, they looked at Yang Jian with varying degrees of fear.
His laughter really made the faces of many Western Sect members turn pale.
Jin Chanzi was the first to bear the brunt. At that moment, he was left behind by the slowly moving crowd. He stood on the mountain path and kept muttering.
If I can enter Paradise by putting down the butcher's knife, what's the point of doing good?
"Why should I do good … Why …" Jin Chanzi took a deep breath. His body trembled unconsciously, but his eyes were filled with self-doubt.
Finally, more and more gazes gathered on Yang Jian. There were also people who stood up to discuss the Dao with Yang Jian. However, they were all chased away by Yang Jian after a question and answer.
When Yang Jian was about to walk onto the Western Sect's Daoist field, the Grand Supreme Elder, who had not moved, finally raised his left hand.
However, at that moment, very few people were still paying attention to the Grand Supreme Elder's actions. Yang Jian's plan to confuse the public had been perfectly achieved.
The Grand Supreme Elder took out a meditation cushion and poured out a ball of mysterious yellow light from it. It turned into a fat Daoist priest.
Who else could it be but Duobao, who had disappeared for a thousand years?
"Become a Buddha," the Grand Supreme Elder said. "Don't let Yang Jian down."
"Ah, alright, you have the final say …" Daoist Duobao sat on the meditation cushion and was wearing a kasaya. The long hair on his head began to slowly fall off. He began to recite some obscure sutras, and pure Heaven and Earth powers began to gather around him.
At first, it was just a gentle breeze and drizzle. Gradually, it turned into a huge wave.
"Seriously, why did I end up in such a tough job!?!"
Daoist Duobao smiled bitterly and cursed. He suddenly looked solemn, and a Buddha Seal suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Hum …
Hum …
What about …
Ba …
Hum …
Hum …
The Six-Word Mantra slowly circulated in the world. The Grand Supreme Elder raised his hand and scattered rays of light that filled the sky, temporarily suppressing the commotion.
There should be someone who could overcome the sorrow of all living beings.
All living beings mourned and should transcend.
Daoist Duobao remembered the various postures, ahem, various sutras that his Uncle-Master had taught him, as well as the specific steps to do it today. The chanting of the Six-Word Mantra became stronger and stronger. When the world trembled, he pointed at the sky with one hand and pressed the ground with the other.
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