Xuan Xin didn't answer. He said he knew the answer.
Someone sneered, thinking that Xuan Xin was pretending.
But Lu Changsheng believed that Xuan Xin had already guessed the answer. What surprised Lu Changsheng was …
Not only did Xuan Xin guess the answer, but he also guessed what he was going to do next.
This was what Lu Changsheng was shocked about.
But looking at everyone's curious eyes, Lu Changsheng began to explain.
"The answer is, the fishmonger goes to the Ultimate Paradise."
Hearing the answer, everyone was shocked and didn't understand.
"The fishmonger wakes up the monk to chant every day, and the monk wakes up the fishmonger to kill fish every day. In this way, the monk's sins increase every day, and the fishmonger's merits increase every day. In this way, the fishmonger goes to the Ultimate Paradise, and the monk goes to hell."
Lu Changsheng explained.
Xuan Xin was very calm. He just said Amitabha.
This answer caused an uproar among the crowd.
"I see!"
"So it's like that."
"No wonder the fishmonger goes to the Ultimate Paradise."
"Great wisdom, great wisdom."
"So that's how it is."
The crowd was enlightened. They didn't expect this to be the reason. They were surprised. After hearing Lu Changsheng's answer, they couldn't help but discuss.
"Silence!"
Another voice was heard. The crowd calmed down again.
Then, the third question began.
Lu Changsheng asked.
"Master, is there anyone who can't be saved in Buddhism?"
Lu Changsheng asked the third question.
"Buddha saves all living beings, regardless of their status."
Master Xuan Xin answered.
"Even murderers can be saved?"
"Saved!"
"Why?"
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha."
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha?"
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha?"
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. Then why are there 84,000 methods in Buddhism? What are they used for? "
"84,000 methods are the methods to save all living beings. Thousands of people, thousands of methods, thousands of Buddhas."
At this moment, Lu Changsheng and Master Xuan Xin were debating intensely. Each of them had a word, and it was extremely intense.
"If I slay the Buddha today and lay down the butcher's knife, can I become a Buddha?"
Lu Changsheng's gaze was ice cold. In an instant, dark clouds billowed, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. Numerous lightning swords condensed, as if with a single command from Lu Changsheng, Xuan Xin would be consigned to eternal damnation.
However, under this terrifying pressure, Xuan Xin put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, as long as you put down your knife, you can become a Buddha. Even if I have to sacrifice myself, if I can understand you, I am willing."
"Preposterous!" Lu Changsheng's voice rang out like a huge bell as he berated them.
"Why is it absurd?"
"The butcher's knife is not in my hand, how can I put it down?"
Lu Changsheng asked.
"Where is the butcher's knife?"
Xuan Xin asked.
"In your hands."
In the next moment, Lu Changsheng looked at Xuan Xin and said resolutely.
"This poor monk has no saber."
"In your hands."
"I didn't see anything."
"In your hands."
"Still nothing."
"Keep your eyes open."
"Still nothing."
Xuan Xin said firmly.
However, at that moment, Lu Changsheng chuckled and said, "I didn't have it before, but now I do. Lower your head and look."
The voice rose. Xuan Xin glanced at it again. He still wanted to answer.
However, all of a sudden, he froze!
All the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.
At that moment, Xuan Xin remained silent. Looking at his empty palm, he smiled bitterly and said.
The laughter grew louder and louder. Everyone had no idea what was going on.
Lu Changsheng and Xuan Xin were debating. Every sentence they said was full of Zen and extremely profound. They couldn't understand it and they couldn't understand it.
"Thank you for enlightening me and showing me the butcher's knife."
Xuan Xin stood up and kowtowed to Lu Changsheng nine times, performing a Buddhist greeting. His face was filled with gratitude.
However, Lu Changsheng didn't say anything. He just watched Xuan Xin kowtow.
"I understand now!"
Among the spectating cultivators in the Dao Debate Hall, an old man suddenly came to a realization and said.
"Senior, what do you understand?"
"What does that mean?"
"Yeah, what does it mean?"
"Why don't I understand?"
"I feel like I am just here to fill the numbers."
The cultivators of the younger generation didn't know the mysteries behind this and were completely confused. Thus, they naturally couldn't wait to ask for the answer.
The elder took a deep breath.
Then, he answered.
"Changsheng asked Xuan Xin, is there anyone Buddha doesn't want to help?"
"Xuan Xin had to answer no, or else he would be going against the original meaning of Buddhism."
"However, Changsheng grasped this point and asked if the murderer could help him."
"Xuanxin still replied that it could be redeemed. However, Changsheng refuted Xuanxin. If one could become a Buddha by putting down the butcher's knife, then wouldn't everyone be able to become a Buddha by putting down the butcher's knife?"
"Xuan Xin answered that there are thousands of people, thousands of Buddhas, thousands of Buddhas, thousands of Buddhas, and thousands of Buddhas. Everyone can become a Buddha by putting down the butcher's knife, but not everyone has a butcher's knife."
"But at that moment, Changsheng argued and asked Xuan Xin if he could put down the knife after killing you, would he become a Buddha?"
"Xuan Xin was determined to help Changsheng become a Buddha even if he had to sacrifice himself. However, because of his stubbornness, a butcher's knife had already appeared in Xuan Xin's heart."
"However, Xuan Xin didn't know that a butcher's knife had already appeared in his heart."
"When Changsheng said he had a knife in his hand, he was actually trying to lure out the butcher's knife in Xuan Xin's heart."
"Changsheng said three times, the knife is in my hand."
"Xuan Xin said three times, there is no knife in my hand."
"But at this moment, the butcher's knife was already in Xuan Xin's hand. So in the end, Changsheng said, there was no knife before, but now there is!"
"Everything is clear. Great wisdom, great wisdom, this is real great wisdom. I have been cultivating for a thousand years and have never had such wisdom. Boundless Lord, Changsheng is the most powerful person in our Taoism."
The old Taoist said. He kept praising Lu Changsheng's great wisdom.
"What? I still don't understand?"
"What butcher's knife? Where is the knife?"
"I get it, I get it!"
"I get it too."
"What do you understand?"
"I understand what the butcher's knife is."
"Then what do you understand?"
"Actually, I don't really understand. But I saw that everyone understood it, so I followed suit."
"Eh …"
"You are so honest."
"Oh, don't talk nonsense. Senior, what is a butcher's knife?"
People were talking about it.
The old Taoist took a deep breath.
Then he said, "The so-called butcher's knife is actually an obsession."
As soon as he said that, everyone instantly understood.
"Obsession? I get it! "
"I get it too."
"Let's talk about it. Now I really understand."
"So that's how it is?"
"The butcher's knife is obsession! Obsession is the butcher's knife! Xuan Xin was too obsessed. He came with the butcher's knife, but he didn't know that Senior Brother Changsheng knew it from the beginning. So, he asked questions with questions. High level, high level. "
Everyone was completely convinced by Lu Changsheng's great wisdom.
The third question and answer was a fatal blow to Xuan Xin.
Indeed, at this moment, Xuan Xin stood up and looked into the distance calmly after kowtowing three times.
After half an hour.
Finally, Xuan Xin said slowly.
"I lost!"
These three words stirred up a storm.
Ten questions and ten answers were only halfway through.
Xuan Xin admitted defeat.
This … was unexpected.
However, Xuan Xin continued to speak.
"But I still have some doubts. I hope you can help me."
Xuan Xin said.
He admitted defeat!
He failed in the debate!
It was a clean loss, a complete and utter mess.
But he was still not convinced.
His obsession was too deep.
So, the battle continued.
At this moment.
Qingfeng wind blew.
The maple leaves of the Red Peak fluttered in the wind and swept across the sky.
Lu Changsheng looked very calm.
He didn't answer Xuan Xin.
Instead, he raised his hand and picked up a red leaf.
His eyes were calm and full of wisdom.
All kinds of spells were shining around him, looking extraordinary. He was like a deity, full of divine Qi.
The bell of the Daira Holy Place rang.
Everything was so peaceful, washing away all the troubles in people's hearts.
He didn't say much and agreed.
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