Lin Hai didn't understand until now that there are actually many cultivators in the world, but not many of them can achieve Tongyou and are respected as "Zhenren". As far as Lin Hai knows, when Duzhen reached the peak of Tongyou cultivation, it was Youzhou

First person, it can be seen that the realm of human monks is generally relatively low.

Lin Hai has always had a question about this, that is, with the strength of the human race, can it really suppress all the monsters in the world?

I remember Master Duzhen once said that he was defeated by an evil spirit in a martial arts fight and his appearance was eroded for thirty years. So is that evil spirit still in Youzhou City?

This is really a world where demons are dancing wildly. The longer Lin Hai stays here, the more he feels that the water here is deep, and that much of what is exposed in front of him is just the tip of the iceberg of this world.

As soon as he thought of this, the complacency he felt in throwing Ma Shounian off the boat quickly disappeared. Nangong saw that he had come back to his senses and lowered his voice and said to him:

"When you get off the boat, you wait on the shore for a while. I will give you the things. You just need to take it to Master Duzhen and convey my message."

Lin Hai nodded. When the two reached a consensus, this cultural gathering, which others considered grand, was over.

Not long after, the ship docked, and Lin Hai waited for Nangong's things on the shore as promised. It wasn't until almost all the scholars and ladies attending the literary meeting left the ship and went back to their respective homes that a little girl with a delicate face came sneaking around.

In the shadows under the trees on the lakeshore, I was looking around with something in my arms.

The thing was not big, about the size of a roll of toilet paper in the previous life. The whole body was wrapped in red cloth, but it was extremely heavy to hold.

As soon as Lin Hai took this thing, he had the idea of ​​​​seeing it in his heart, and this idea seemed to have independent consciousness and continued to grow in his mind.

"Can I open it and take a look?"

Lin Hai pointed to the thing wrapped in red cloth in his hand and asked. The maid didn't nod or shake her head, she just said:

"Miss, as long as you hand the thing to Master Duzhen, I didn't say whether you can see it or not. You can decide it yourself."

"Thanks."

Lin Hai nodded, and after watching the little maid leave, he held a corner of the red cloth and gently unveiled the mystery of this thing.

Under the red cloth, there is actually a lifelike golden statue of Buddha!

The Buddha statue is majestic and majestic. There are only a few carvings on the face, but the expression between the eyebrows shows the majesty and vastness of Buddhism. The Buddha's eyes are half open and half closed, as if the real Buddha is sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus and is held in Lin Hai's hands.

Lin Hai only took one look and felt in his heart that he couldn't take his eyes away, as if something on the golden statue of Buddha was attracting him, until a strange green light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Buddha.

An evil and cruel bloodthirsty energy suddenly hit Lin Hai's confused spirit. He let go of his hands and the golden Buddha fell directly to the ground with a clang.

As the golden Buddha was released, the illusion in Lin Hai's heart that he was about to be swallowed by something disappeared immediately. He checked the red cloth in his hand in shock and found that there was nothing surprising, it was just an ordinary piece of cloth.

The golden Buddha that fell to the ground seemed to have returned to normal. At this time, it no longer looked evil at all, but instead had a sense of simplicity and grandeur.

Lin Hai was covered in cold sweat as he put the red cloth over the golden Buddha again, and then picked it up again. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. After all this twists and turns, Lin Hai seemed to feel that the golden Buddha in his arms was a little heavier.

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The night was getting darker now, and there were no people around the West Lake. The bright moonlight reflected the lower world like daylight. Lin Hai stood on the shore and hesitated for a long time. In the end, he still did not dare to take this strange golden Buddha home, so he went to the lake instead.

While strolling around, I looked to see if there were any fishing boats returning late at this time.

Lin Hai, who was walking by the lake with a golden Buddha in his hands, soon found a boat. However, it was not a fishing boat, but a flower boat similar to those used by prostitutes to receive guests.

How could the eldest young master of the Lin family ever be short of money? Without hesitation, he chartered the boat at three times the price. Lin Hai asked the boatman to take him directly to Jinshan Island.

During the boat trip, the boat girl, who was still charming, tried several times. Seeing Lin Hai holding something wrapped in red cloth like an old monk in meditation and not moving, she had to secretly retreat with regret.

The flower boat soon stopped near Jinshan Island. Lin Hai, who was familiar with the way, waded down the river holding the golden Buddha. It was late at night when he arrived at the broken Jinshan Temple. Lin Hai didn't want to disturb Du Zhen's rest. He was almost a hundred years old.

, the quality of sleep was not very good, so I didn’t have to sleep tonight after being woken up, so I simply went to the Arhat Hall where I met the monster that day to deal with it for the night.

At night, these eighteen Arhats with different postures hidden in the darkness also seemed a bit eerie. Lin Hai placed the Golden Buddha far away from him, swept a clean place and dealt with it for one night.

Early in the morning, I couldn't wait to hold the golden Buddha and go to see the monk Duzhen.

There was no way, this thing was just a flammable and explosive item in Lin Hai's eyes, and it might take away his soul again at some point.

When he saw Monk Duzhen again, he was still boxing in the courtyard as usual. Lin Hai didn't see it clearly last time. This time, the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt. When Duzhen calmed down and asked, it turned out to be Tai Chi.

fist.

When did the Buddhist and Taoist families start to communicate and learn from each other?

Monk Duzhen walked to the dining hall with his hands behind his back, explaining to Lin Hai that after the decline of Buddhism, the imperial court was determined to re-support it. Around the time when Buddhism was more than a hundred years old, a scholar who practiced Haoran Confucianism and Taoism came out. He proposed

The idea of ​​merging the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism advocates the interoperability of the three religions in order to realize the great truth.

However, anyone who reads history books knows that ideas that are too advanced often fail to succeed. The idea of ​​merging the three religions is very advanced. Although the Taoist sect does not reject it openly, the real guys who secretly suppress the bottom of the box are all rejected by the masters.

He kept it in his own hands.

On the other hand, the dilapidated Buddhism has nothing to treasure anymore. Instead, it has handed over a lot of things. Nowadays, most of the magic spells used by the people to subjugate demons are from Buddhism.

"What are you holding in your arms to see me? It's also wrapped in red cloth. Could it be a magic weapon?"

Du Zhen had noticed the thing in Lin Hai's arms a long time ago. He didn't pay attention to what he was eating and kept silent. He just started to lift it on the dining table. Lin Hai quickly stopped him with quick eyes and hands:

"Master, this object is a bit evil. I opened it and took a look at it yesterday. I was so scared that I almost threw it into the lake."

Du Zhen opened the red cloth, and the moment he saw the golden Buddha, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if his soul had been extracted, and he turned directly into a stiff puppet. Lin Hai saw something was wrong with the master, and was horrified by the magical power of this Buddha statue, and showed his red face.

The cloth was about to be covered again, but as soon as he moved, Watuzhen grabbed his wrist.

"Where did you get this thing?"

After practicing Buddhism all his life, Du Zhen rarely lost his composure like this. Lin Hai didn't care about the pain on his wrist from being caught, and told everything about Nangong. Du Zhen finally calmed down after listening.

came down, but Lin Hai still found that when Du Zhen looked at the Golden Buddha, his eyes still had an inexplicable burning heat.

It's over, it's over, isn't Master Duzhen bewitched by this golden Buddha?

Lin Hai held the hot rice bowl in her hands. She wondered if throwing the bowl of hot rice on the master's face would wake her up.

"I agree with Miss Nangong."

After Du Zhen looked at the Golden Buddha for a while, he covered it with red cloth and looked at Lin Hai in surprise:

"Fahai, every grain of rice has been worked hard for you. What do you want to do when you hold the rice but don't eat it? Do you still want to become a teacher?"
Chapter completed!