Holding the bowl bowl and wine jar in one hand, and the Great Compassionate Fan in the other, he twisted at three steps, turned at five steps, hiccupped at nine steps, and staggered towards Gu Qingfeng. What on earth is Xingdian Monk going to do when he suddenly appears at this time.
"Just now, I seem to have heard you all yelling that you want to suppress the demonic thoughts on Gu's body? It seems that you also said... that suppressing the magical thoughts on Gu's body is to better protect the Dao?"
No one answered the question of Daxing Epilepsy Monk, and at this juncture, no one bothered to answer him.
The Daxing Monk hiccupped again, his drunken eyes fell on Taishan, and asked: "Old Taishan, I seem to have heard your voice the loudest just now, is there... hiccup! What's going on?"
Xuantian Lao Taishan stared at the Daxing Mad Monk with a deep expression, his eyes filled with disgust, and responded: "So what?"
"So what? Hehe!"
The Daxing Mad Monk grinned and said: "Look, if I scare you, can I still gnaw you? But it's just a random question... Don't be afraid, no matter what, you are still a famous old Taishan, even if I want to scare you , I can't scare you!"
Say it.
The Daxing Mad Monk looked at the Buddhas of the Eight Buddhist Schools sitting cross-legged on the Tathagata Pagoda, and finally, his eyes fell on the white-browed monk, and asked, "Brother, don't you think the same?"
"Amitabha!"
The white-browed monk sat on the Tathagata pagoda, closed his eyes, put his palms together, and responded: "For Dao, it is indeed the right choice to suppress the divine consciousness and demonic thoughts on Emperor You at this moment."
The Daxing Monk hiccupped and said with a laugh: "Brothers should know that their so-called suppression is not just suppression... but conspiracy. The excuse he used was to prevent the Gu boy from letting himself go, for the sake of the Wudao era, the Dao Patriarch used the excuse to suppress the divine consciousness and demonic thoughts in the Gu boy, in order to protect the Dao."
Da Xing Crazy Monk directly tore through the last layer of window paper, but no one came out to reprimand him.
The Patriarch Original Sin doesn't need it, and the Patriarch Dao doesn't need it either.
Because everyone knew that what Daxing Madman said was the truth, but it was just tacit understanding. If he came out to reprimand Daxing Madman at this time, he would undoubtedly have no silver three hundred taels here, and he would only wear a more hypocritical hat.
"Amitabha."
The white-browed monk typed another Buddhist saying, "It doesn't matter whether it's suppression or conspiracy, the important thing is to protect the Dao."
"It doesn't matter whether it's suppression or conspiracy, what's important is to protect the Dao..." Daxing Madman chanted the words of the white-browed monk, raised his bowl and wine jar, raised his head and took a few more sips, and wiped it with his sleeve. Wiping his mouth, he said, "Brother is worthy of being an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, but the realm is just different."
As soon as the subject changed, Daxing Madman asked again: "It's just... this Dao has already rotted from the root like dead wood. Is such a Dao worthy of your protection?"
"Even if the avenue is riddled with holes and decayed, it is still worthy of our protection."
"ha!"
Daxing Mad Monk asked again: "If you let the senior brother choose between the Dao and the sentient beings, what choice will you make? Choose the Dao or the sentient beings?"
The white-browed monk responded: "I guard the Dao for the sake of all beings!"
"The avenue has already been riddled with holes and decayed. You protect this avenue, not to save sentient beings, but to harm sentient beings!"
"I firmly believe that one day the rotten Dao will turn into a miracle, return to the original, and benefit all beings."
"Turning decay into magic? Hahaha!"
heard the words.
As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, the Daxing Monk laughed loudly. After laughing, he shook his head and sighed: "Senior brother, why are you still obsessed? Carry all sentient beings!"
For some reason, the white-browed monk fell silent suddenly.
At this time.
The applause sounded, it was none other than the Peacock Emperor, who looked like a noble young man, looked at the Daxing Mad Monk, kept applauding, and said with a smile: "In ancient and modern times, only sentient beings carry the Dao, not the Dao carries sentient beings! Good! That's really good! I thought that there would be no true Buddha after the ancient times, but now it seems that I was wrong, and I am worthy of being the disciple that Ran Deng favored."
Daxing Monk glanced at the Peacock Emperor, and asked unceremoniously: "Are you the Peacock Daming King?"
"good."
"I seem to have heard you say that this reincarnation is not for guarding the Dao, but for saving sentient beings?"
"Exactly."
"Why?"
"The reason you have already said just now is that in ancient and modern times only sentient beings carry the Dao, not the Dao carries all sentient beings!"
The Daxing Mad Monk only said one good word and then stopped, then looked at the silent white-browed monk, and said, "Brother, wake up! The Peacock Daming King knows that only sentient beings carry the Dao, not the Dao. Why are you so stubborn?"
"The Peacock Daming King has traveled all over the three thousand ways, gone through endless reincarnation, not to seek the true Buddha, not to seek the way, but to save sentient beings. His attainments in Buddhism and Taoism are not higher than your realm? Why don't you understand? ?”
An old monk from the Eighth School of Buddhism responded: "Whether this person is the real Peacock Daming King is still unknown!"
Hearing this, Da Xing Mad Monk immediately became furious, and shouted: "I'll go to your uncle's unknown number! Even his mother, Miao Rulai, dare not say that the Peacock Emperor is not the Peacock Great Ming King! What kind of old bald man in the temple are you?" donkey!!"
here.
Miao Tathagata still sat cross-legged on the palm of the sacred Buddha, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes slightly, like an outsider.
And the Buddhas of the Eight Sects located in the Tathagata Pagoda stared angrily at the Daxing Mad Monk, wishing to cut him into pieces!
"Amitabha!"
The white-browed monk persuaded: "Junior brother, you are the one who is really obsessed with obsession, you have lost your way..."
"Yeah! I've lost my way..."
Daxing Mad Monk raised his head, raised his bowl and wine jar, poured it again, burped, and said, "I admit that I am lost, but you may not believe me when I say it. Since I got lost, I feel that I am taller and my eyes are not blind anymore. , the mind is no longer confused, and even his mother's legs and feet are sharp."
"And after getting lost, the old monk seems to have gradually seen the truth of this catastrophe."
"If this catastrophe is a mountain outside the mountain, the old man is outside the mountain right now, watching you all trapped in the mountain forest, dizzy."
"If this catastrophe is a game in the middle of a game, I am on the sidelines at the moment, watching you trapped in the game like ants on a hot pot."
"If this catastrophe is a world beyond the sky, this old man is right now, watching you all trapped in a world with complacency."
"Don't think that the old monk is scaring you, and don't think that the old monk is swaying you. Tell you, what the old monk said is the truth."