Chapter 97 – Transcendent Compulsive Beasts (Thanks to “Magic Car” for the golden alliance)

Although the Western Region and the Buddhist Sect had been watchful allies for the past five hundred years, there was no lack of open warfare between them.

Especially in the matter of treating Confucian readers, the Buddhists have actively publicized and popularized hatred.

But all Buddhist followers, one and all, basically hated the readers of the Central Plains.

This beam was formed when Cloud Deer Academy pushed for the extermination of the Buddha back then.

As we all know, the court of the Central Plains is the world of the readers, full of Zhu Zi Gui, all readers.

Therefore, it is inevitable that Mahayana Buddhists are apprehensive.

Having said that, the climate in the Central Plains was indeed different, the air was more humid, and it was as if the breath carried a sweet scent.

The sun was shining, but not poisonous, and this group of believers from the West had already removed their wraparound hats and robes to protect themselves from the heat and the sun one after another on the way.

In addition, along the way to see, green mountains, green water, roadside weeds green and pleasant, roadside wildflowers emit fragrance, which is not to say that there is no flower fields and green hills in the Western Region, but the Central Plains to the group of Westerners a kind of unspeakable “gentleness” and “delicate”.

The Western landscape is more of a rugged and vast.

“Brother Zhu Lai, if we used to live in the Central Plains, we wouldn’t have to beg, there are fruits to be picked everywhere in the mountains.”

A young man said, pointing to wild fruits hanging heavily from the tops of trees not far away.

Zhurai folded his arms:

“Amitabha, there is life everywhere in this place.”

After a pause, he looked around and said to the Mahayana Buddhists around him:

“Xu Yinluo is a man of his word in the Central Plains, and as he is the Supreme Buddha of the Three Thousand Worlds, the pioneer of Mahayana Buddhism, he will not treat us poorly.

“Just rest assured, fellow disciples.”

After months of Buddhist baptism, he had shed the greasiness and sneakiness of a beggar in the marketplace, and had sincerely converted to Mahayana Buddhism.

Just at this moment, the front official road horse hoofs de de de, dust raised, a team of cavalry wearing light armor galloped.

The Mahayana Buddhists were instinctively alert and tense.

Jyoshi pressed his hand, and after briefly placating the devotee, he took it upon himself to welcome him.

“Law!”

The cavalry halted sharply before him, and the officer at their head spoke in a deep voice:

“Master is a Jinsi?”

Nettles nodded and folded his arms:

“It is the poor monk, is this Panshan County?”

The head officer laughed:

“By order of the Prefecture of Leizhou, I have come to greet Master Jingshi, as well as all the Mahayana Buddhists.”

With that, he stretched his neck on the back of his horse and made a gesture of looking into the distance.

Dense crowds of people flowed along the official road until the end of the line of sight.

The young officer’s mind immediately recognized that this group of Mahayana Buddhists numbered more than 20,000 people.

Hearing that they had come to greet themselves, the Mahayana Buddhists behind Jyothi were slightly relieved.

Monk Jingshi said:

“I’m sorry to trouble the officer to lead the way.”

The young officer nodded, turned his horse around, and walked slowly ahead of the group, taking charge of the road.

Along the official road, on both sides of the road, there are orderly divided fields with golden waves of wheat.

Farmers harvesting their crops with sickles in their hands, sweating profusely as they labor under the sun, but the vibrancy of life and the joy of a good harvest is a source of longing for the Mahayana Buddhists along the way.

It is true to say that the land of the Central Plains is rich and fertile.

They have a little faith in their future, in the future of Mahayana Buddhism.

After all, when you are uprooted from your hometown, away from your native land where you were born and raised, and come to an unfamiliar environment, facing an unknown future, apprehension and uneasiness are the norm.

Half an hour later, a slightly dilapidated city wall came into view, and Netz asked:

“Is this Panshan County?

“Our temple is in the middle of the city?”

The young officer shook his head:

“You don’t have a temple yet, and you don’t live in the city.”

It was never the intention of the Prefecture of Leizhou to allow the Westerners and the Central Plains to mix together, which would inevitably bring frequent conflicts and create trouble.

Jingshi frowned, the Mahayana Buddhists had traveled thousands of miles to the Central Plains and had been exposed to the elements, what they needed most now was rest and food.

But this officer didn’t seem to have any intention of letting into the city?

And where do these believers that one has brought in live?

With his trust in Uncle Doo-doo, and in Hsu Yin-gong, he did not protest, and, led by the officer, bypassed the county town and proceeded on his way.

After a small half hour, a beautiful mountain range appeared ahead.

This mountain range was not on high ground, but it was exceptionally beautiful and filled with vitality.

At the foot of the mountain are rolling fields and a large winding river.

The river was inflated with rolling tents, and the avenue to the foot of the mountain was lined with countless folk pushing flatbed carts, transporting bricks and lumber up the hill.

Jyoshi’s gaze followed the laboring folk upward, and saw a massive temple taking shape among the mountains and forests.

Mahayana Buddhists obviously see it too.

They muttered on their faces in the Western languages with a look of forced joy and anticipation.

Nettles looked over at the officer and said:

“This is it?”

The young officer nodded:

“From now on, this Panshan Mountain will be your habitat, and the fields at the foot of the mountain, as well as those further south, were granted to you by the imperial court. Until you have settled down completely, you may communicate with the magistrate of Pan Mountain on any matter.

“However, until the temple is built, you will have to live in tents at the foot of the mountain.”

After a pause, he broke into a smile:

“Panshan County does not have a large population, building this temple is extremely labor-intensive, and there is a shortage of manpower, Master Jingshi, you have come at the right time.”

Close to 20,000 Mahayana Buddhists can be free labor.

“It should!”

Nettles, of course, wouldn’t have a problem with that.

He turned to face the Mahayana Buddhists and informed the devotees of the arrangements made by the Dabong court and of the help in building the temple.

The young officer sat on the back of his horse, and although he could not understand the Western language, the hoots that erupted from the crowd showed him that this group of Western Buddhists were very satisfied with the court’s arrangements.

……….

[1: I have chosen six counties in the central region of Leizhou and Chushu to settle Mahayana Buddhists. In order to prevent conflicts with the local people, most of the resettlement sites were built as temples in the mountains, or the barren villages were expanded and transformed into temples.]

[IV: Your Majesty, have the relevant decrees been implemented?]

[I: have not! What does Brother Chu have to say.]

Chu Yuanjian, who had traveled in the West for several years, spoke positively:

[4: Taxes of Mahayana Buddhism can be reduced and fields can be distributed, but the donation of fields by believers can be eliminated. And the fields allocated according to the number of people cannot be changed.]

[1: If Mahayana Buddhism spreads its branches in the Central Plains, the number of recluse will increase day by day, this method can be used in the short term, but not in the long term.

[Three: Create an exclusive yellow book for Mahayana Buddhists, which will effectively eliminate wild monks, as well as the unorganized expansion of temples by taking in disciples privately.]

At this point, Xu Qi’an jumped out to comment.

When discussing political matters, it’s usually just numbers one, three and four who bleep on and on, while the other members are silent.

Those who truly want to convert to the empty door should not be bound by the so-called yellow book …….. Master Hengyuan put down the fragment of the earth book in his hand and protested in his heart.

But he was sensible enough not to retort.

Because No. 1, No. 3, and No. 4 are all sharp-tongued people, and there is no end to what they can say.

Usually when faced with such a situation, Master Hengyuan would fold his hands and say:

“A few monks are right!”

Hengyuan collected the fragments of the Earth Book, raised his head, glanced at the Qinglong Temple in the White Phoenix Mountain, and silently climbed the mountain.

He walked through the gates of the temple and was led by a young monk outside the meditation room of the presiding officer of the Green Dragon Temple, Monk Pan Shu.

“Senior Brother Hengyuan, the host has been waiting for a long time.”

After the young monk finished speaking, he bowed his head and retreated.

Hengyuan stood outside the door, hesitated slightly, and gently snapped the door to the room.

“Come in!”

A pale voice came from the meditation room.

Hengyuan pushed open the door and stepped into the threshold with a creak, seeing the old monk sitting on a futon.

After not seeing him for three years, Monk Pan Shu grew older and older, his face covered with age spots and wrinkles, only his gaze remained clear and gentle as he looked at him.

“Disciple Heng Yuan, meet Master.”

Hengyuan folded his hands and bowed.

The monk of the disk tree slowly said:

“Do you know why your fellow disciples in the temple have ostracized you since childhood?”

Everest shook his head:

“Disciple foolishness!”

Discord Tree presided softly:

“Everyone is doing the right thing, but you are the one who wants to do the right thing, and you are the one who is rejecting you.

“I know of your past bitterness and disbelief, why your master and brothers disliked you, and why your teacher stood by with a cold eye; you liked to study the Buddhist scriptures and comprehend the Dharma, but your teacher did not allow you to cultivate Zen.”

Hengyuan was silent, he had grown up in Qinglong Temple since he was young, but he did not have a good relationship with his fellow disciples.

When Heng Hui, the senior brother who was brought up by his own hands, disappeared, he had no more attachment to his master and chose to leave the mountain gate, leaving for three years.

The indifference of the Panshu presidency plays a big part in this.

Discord Tree host sighed:

“Because I can’t teach you.”

Hengyuan froze, he didn’t expect such an answer.

Discus hosted:

“The Master has been practicing hard all his life, and he is not just an overachiever.”

Everest whispered:

“To do good to all is to do good.”

“Duo Er Luohan broke away from the Buddhist sects in the Western Region and created Mahayana Buddhism, which is the general trend. Qinglong Temple should follow the general trend and embrace Duoyue Luohan. Hengyuan, you are a born Mahayana Buddhist and have a close relationship with Xu Yinluo.”

The Discordant Tree Presiding Officer said, “My master seeks for you to come back today because he wants to pass the presiding position to you.”

Everest froze.

Without waiting for him to respond, the Discordian Tree Presiding Officer folded his hands, closed his eyes, and smiled:

“You have found your way, congratulations!”

Hengyuan did not refuse and bowed with his hands together.

When he lifted his head again, the Presiding Officer of the Panthu had already passed away.

Hengyuan gazed at him silently, like a statue.

………

Szeto.

A certain room on the fourth floor, which was spacious, was constructed with nine teleportation platforms, each corresponding to a different continent.

The ninth teleportation platform, corresponding to the overseas.

Holding a sufficient number of Teleportation Jade Talismans, one could arrive all the way to Sailor’s Island by teleporting several times in a row.

And Sailor Island was not the end of the line, wherever the Nine-Tailed Fox took the Divine and Demonic Descendants, the teleportation array would be built.

To make sure she doesn’t get lost in the vast ocean.

Suddenly, the teleportation array representing the Southern Border lit up, and a woman wearing a black gauze skirt and a bright dress appeared on the stage.

She had a beautiful googly-eyed face with three-dimensional features, blue eyes, and two small, slender snakes hanging from her earlobes.

Chunyan, the leader of the Heart Compulsion Ministry, scanned the room, left the teleportation platform, pushed open the door of the room, and found a white-robed warlock at the end of the corridor.

After introducing herself, she said:

“Please inform Xu Yinluo that the power of the Extreme Abyssal Compassion God has erupted, giving birth to two Transcendent Realm Compassion Beasts.”

……….

ps: thanks to the “magic car” big brother’s second gold alliance, see the cell phone screen floated up the gold alliance, and touched and excited, thank you big brother.