Chapter 56 Old Friend?

An old friend?

Could it be that this leader of the Taiping Dao has some connection with this monk?

Those who heard this subconsciously looked at the alms bowl that Huikong had taken out.

The alms bowl had the texture of pottery and was clearly an object from a long time ago, at least several hundred years old. Just as everyone was guessing what relationship the Taiping Dao leader and the monk had, Wei Yuan did not touch the alms bowl, shook his head, and said frankly:

"This humble Daoist does not remember ever having met you."

He really had no impression.

Dao Yan's expression froze.

His eyes held both doubt and suspicion.

He had lived for more than six hundred years and had an almost instinctive trust in his own judgment and celestial calculations. Moreover, when he first saw this Taiping Dao leader, that instinctive feeling almost told him that the Daoist in front of him was the doctor from back then.

However, the other party insisted that he did not recognize this pottery.

A trace of emotional fluctuation appeared in Dao Yan's eyes. He stared at the mask on the Daoist's face, wanting to see more clearly, but because of this mask, he could only discern the other party's emotions from his eyes, unable to be completely certain.

Wei Yuan said, "Since you're already here, let's begin."

Huikong put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, took out a Buddhist pagoda, placed it on the table, and said in a calm voice, "Since this is a debate on Dharma, this humble monk has a Dharma artifact called Dream Bubble, which sends a wisp of divine thought from someone else into it, transforming it into an ordinary body, and then we will only use our respective Dharma to discuss the Dao. What do you think?"

Wei Yuan understood.

This Buddhist pagoda can accommodate the divine thoughts of ordinary people.

Then the divine thought transforms into a body inside the pagoda. This manifested body can only use Wei Yuan's new Dharma, or the old Dharma of Buddhism, and then compete with each other to determine the superior. Wei Yuan nodded and said, "That is acceptable."

Huikong said, "This object is a treasure of my Buddhist sect and requires a Daoist friend with profound cultivation to control and manage it. However, since we are debating the Dharma, it should not be hosted by my Buddhist sect, as the Daoist friend would probably not be convinced. However, it cannot be managed by someone from the Daoist sect, otherwise, there would be complaints among the Buddhist disciples."

"In my humble opinion, we should choose someone who can truly convince the people of the world to manage this object, so as to ensure fairness. I wonder what the Daoist friend thinks?"

Everyone understood the monk's implication.

They all subconsciously thought of one person who was truly unbiased towards either side.

Wei Yuan's expression softened, and he nodded, "Indeed."

He tapped the void lightly with his finger and said in a calm voice, "Lord Guan, I trouble you."

Everyone's hearts stirred, and along with a stream of light, they saw the Martial Sage in armor and battle robe, carrying the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, coming from afar, with a solemn demeanor. Not to mention the onlookers who were excited after seeing Guan Yunchang, wanting to take pictures with their phones, but afraid of offending the God of Wealth, so they respectfully recited their wishes in their hearts.

Even an old monk like Huikong, who had been chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha's name since childhood, was still filled with respect for Guan Yunchang. He also remembered reading the yellowed Romance of the Three Kingdoms under his pillow in the monk's room when he was young, and often regretted Guan Yunchang's death. Now that he was able to see the real person, the old monk stood up and bowed.

Guan Yunchang nodded slightly and looked at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan had told him in advance, so even though he could not detect the familiar true spirit aura on Wei Yuan's body, he did not show any strangeness. Wei Yuan pointed to the Buddhist pagoda on the table and explained what had just happened. Guan Yunchang nodded slightly and said, "So simple, Guan understands."

"However, if Daoist Yuan loses, Guan will not be biased."

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "That is how it should be."

Then he looked at the old monk in front and said:

"With Lord Guan in charge, the Buddhist sect should have no objections, right?"

Huikong nodded, originally wanting to say, 'Since the Qielan Bodhisattva is here in person, then this humble monk naturally has no problem,' but before he could say the word Qielan, he saw the general, who had shaken China with his might, seemed to glance at him with his phoenix eyes. Despite having cultivated for a lifetime, the chill that surged into his heart at that moment still made his thoughts freeze.

A peerless general who had fought through thousands of troops and horses was indeed terrifying.

The old monk 'followed the good advice'.

He put his hands together and simply nodded, "This humble monk has no objections."

"Island Master Yuan, please."

"This pagoda has a formation that can reveal what is happening inside."

"The two of us will debate the Dao outside, while the other two will verify the merits of the Dharma inside. This is both literary and martial. I wonder what Island Master Yuan thinks?"

Wei Yuan nodded in agreement.

Huikong sat cross-legged on the left, and Wei Yuan sat on the right. Then, behind Huikong, a tall man suddenly walked out, wearing a monk's robe, but even the monk's robe could not hide his bulging muscles. His expression was solemn and majestic, barefoot, and his temperament had a mixture of solemnity and ferocity.

Huikong put his hands together and said, "The Buddha's Dharma is boundless and cannot be explained by ordinary people."

"This is my Buddhist sect's Tiger Subduing Arhat, who will enter the pagoda to fight."

Tiger Subduing Arhat?!

The old monk's words caused an uproar.

The Tiger Subduing Arhat had an extremely high status in Buddhism. Among the eighteen Arhats, the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Subduing were the most well-known. Most of the bystanders were just feeling excited because of the sudden appearance of a heavyweight figure, while the people of the Daoist sect came back to their senses and could not help but curse in their hearts.

This was a means of exchanging pieces in the Tian Ji horse race. (referring to a strategy of using one's weaker pieces to defeat the opponent's stronger pieces)

First, he took out that magic treasure, the Buddhist pagoda, and wanted to find someone who could be recognized by both sides and most people to manage it, which forced Lord Guan to come forward. The other party knew that there was Lord Guan on the Daoist side. Then, the person entering the pagoda to fight was just the Tiger Subduing Arhat, who was hidden somewhere.

Huikong's voice was calm and peaceful, "Island Master Yuan, the distinction between victory and defeat lies in our debate on the Dharma."

"The Tiger Subduing Arhat is just helping the old monk demonstrate and will not contribute much to the victory or defeat."

You old thief, you dare to lie with your eyes open!

The debate on the Dharma only provides the skills for the fight.

What about experience? What about judgment? And what about the mastery of supernatural powers?

A Tiger Subduing Arhat who does not know how he was preserved has an overwhelming advantage in these aspects.

A disciple of the Daoist sect was furious.

He was about to get up.

But he was held back by his elder.

At this moment, some ordinary people who were watching this scene also came back to their senses. The Buddhist sect's methods did not seem so aboveboard. However, the appearance of the Tiger Subduing Arhat aroused the interest of most people. They watched this scene with great interest, waiting for the Daoist sect's choice.

Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded, "That is acceptable."

Huikong was slightly stunned, then put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

Then, as if worried that Wei Yuan would go back on his word, he spoke the true Dharma of Buddhism, and a wisp of divine thought from the Tiger Subduing Arhat behind him flew out and went straight into the Buddhist pagoda. A huge illusory picture appeared in the void, and the appearance of a monk appeared there.

The old monk bowed slightly and said:

"I wonder who Island Master Yuan will send to fight?"

What he was worried about was Zhang Ruosu's appearance.

In that case, a wisp of divine thought from the Tiger Subduing Arhat might not be able to defeat the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master, who had been dominating the world for two Jiazi (120 years). However, seeing that the Heavenly Master Zhang on the other side was sitting still, the old monk breathed a sigh of relief and added:

"Are there any disciples? Or friends?"

He wanted to lock the person who would fight between these two types of people.

Wei Yuan shook his head, holding a treasure talisman between his fingers, and said in a calm voice:

"Have you finished?"

"Then be quiet."

"Black Tiger Profound Altar Zhao Gongming, where are you?"

??!

Huikong's expression froze slightly.

Impossible...

A low tiger roar shook the hearts of the people in the void, and the dragon beast in the sea of clouds also sang loudly. The sounds of dragons and tigers intertwined, and a figure walked out of the void. He had a black face and thick beard, and his mount was a black tiger. He held a golden whip in one hand and was dressed in military uniform, with an extremely heroic spirit.

His tiger eyes swept over the Tiger Subduing Arhat and sneered.

He cupped his hands slightly and said, "Zhao Xuantan is here!"

Then he burst into laughter, sitting steadily on the black tiger. A wisp of divine thought turned into the Buddhist pagoda and turned into a body. The onlookers were stunned at first, and then their hearts became hot. They watched the Daoist with the mask sitting on the futon, with Guan Yunchang holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and stroking his beard on the left, and Zhao Xuantan holding the golden whip on the ground, sitting on the black tiger on the right.

Guan Yunchang, Zhao Gongming.

The God of Wealth!

Two of them!

Those who had previously guessed that the Buddhist sect would win looked ugly.

They had placed bets.

But now, after winning that little money, they had offended the two most famous Martial Gods of Wealth?

For the first time, they eagerly hoped that they would lose the bet.

Even those old men and women who recited Buddhist scriptures and ate vegetarian food were stunned when they saw the two standing there, and the sound of chanting Buddha's name hesitated. No matter how devout they were, staring at the two over there, they really couldn't say Amitabha from their mouths.

When it comes to the breadth of incense in China, it is difficult for Buddhism, no matter how vast, to fight these two to the death.

If Guanyin Bodhisattva came forward, they might have to hesitate a little more.

But the Tiger Subduing Arhat?

Who is that?

An old woman pointed to the Daoist and muttered, "But who is that surrounded by the two Gods of Wealth?"

Her grandson said, "That is the Taiping Dao Master."

The old woman asked doubtfully, "Too what pig?"

"It's the Taiping Dao Master!"

The old man was at a loss: "Whose pig?"

The young man next to him opened his mouth, and for a moment he even felt a little weak.

The old woman complained, "I asked you who that person is, and you said whose pig it is. You even went to college, really, you didn't learn Chinese well, but no matter who he is..., he must be very rich."

"After all, there are two Gods of Wealth by his side."

Several people next to him heard these words, froze for a moment, and then looked at the Daoist and nodded in agreement.

He must be very rich!

Huikong looked at this scene, his thoughts slightly stagnant. He could feel that the situation was getting worse and worse for the Buddhist sect. Two Martial Gods of Wealth and a Tiger Subduing Arhat could not suppress them at all. Looking at the Daoist opposite, even he almost thought that this was a god. He exhaled and said, "Please..."

The debate on the Dharma officially began.

He had to win.

ps: Second update today...

I'll explode tomorrow, I feel like I'm still short of breath today, sleeping, sleeping.