"How much credit does this poor monk have, fellow Taoist?" Master Shenquan asked with a smile.

"His achievements will be immortalized in history, and his reputation will last forever." Mo Chuan gave a very high evaluation.

"Buddhism has been difficult to tolerate since ancient times. If a poor monk can be praised like this by fellow Taoists, he will have no regrets in this life!"

Master Shenquan laughed, then his expression calmed down, and he asked with a serious face: "Do you think that fellow Taoist monk is asking for a big red sacrifice for such a great achievement, will the people of Chengye allow it?"

Mo Chuan was startled. The Big Red Sacrifice is also called the Blood Sacrifice, but the Blood Sacrifice is not the Big Red Sacrifice, because the Big Red Sacrifice involves killing human beings for sacrifice.

"It's about the survival of millions of people, Chengye has no choice!"

"yes!"

Master Shenquan nodded and sighed:

"To be honest with my fellow Taoists, the poor monk has never given up his distracting thoughts even though he has been practicing Buddhism. Occasionally seeing young pilgrims, he has also been shaken. The poor monk is not conceived by earth and stone, but also by his parents. The desires and distractions that ordinary people should have are also unavoidable for the poor monk.

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"In the past, the humble monk was able to help righteous thoughts without any great merit. Now that he has taken over the duties of the two dragons, the poor monk is really afraid that he will not be able to endure a hundred years of loneliness if he takes the credit. Even if he can endure it, there is no guarantee of a successor. In this case, it is better to be pure.

The water vase purifies evil thoughts, abandons the worldly world, and seeks Buddha with one heart.”

Master Shenquan knew that this technique would make up for the final flaw in his plan, so he quickly listened attentively. After listening, he started practicing without any precautions. Occasionally when he encountered something unclear, he quickly asked for advice humbly.

Mo Chuan answered every question he asked, one after another. By the time Master Shenquan mastered the art of fasting, the moon was already bright and the moonlight was as bright as dew.

"Mages also practice metaphysics?"

"The rivers and lakes attract pollution, so they become very deep; the mountains hide diseases, so they are very serious. In life, don't insist on being spotless. The Buddha couldn't do it, and the saints can't do it either. Those who can do it can only do it in the teahouse script.

Encourage the world to discern wisely."

"Fellow Taoist, what you said is serious. There is a saying: the three realms are connected to Zen and silence, and the noise and dust are polluted by difficulties. This matter is obviously a poor monk who took advantage of the water purification vase. He has eliminated the noise and filth. How can he be called great wisdom?

Virtue?"

Shenquan shook his head: "The principles in the world are all made by people. If we study them carefully, they are all sophistry. It is justified for humans to eat flesh, and it is a great sin for monsters to eat humans. How can we explain this?"

"Die in silence and live without singing. The Master is so wise and virtuous that I admire him!"

Mo Chuan asked: "Does Master know the words of poor people about killing and protecting living beings?"

Shen Quan nodded: "I've heard a little bit."

"There is a saying in Taoism: The great road has no relatives, only the good is related; the heaven and the earth are selfless, and virtue is the only way to be respectful. The dragon's beard cuts down three seedlings, lays down millions of corpses, and the fountain bleeds, and the world is called a holy event! Because the world is unified, there are no disputes.

Again."

Before I knew it, the east became white.

Mo Chuan's heart was shaken when he heard this, and he felt an unspeakable aura blocking his heart like a huge stone, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"If this poor monk had known this, he would have become a Buddha long ago!" Master Shenquan shook his head.

Things went in a circle, and unknowingly they came to the eternal problem - the trolley paradox.

"The whole cultivation of the poor monk is in this relic of the Buddha's heart. If the poor monk stops moving forward a hundred years later, this relic of the Buddha's heart can help his successor live for hundreds of years. This cycle will continue over and over again. It is impossible to say that after tens of millions of years, this treasure of pure water will be

A Buddha will also be born in the vase. At that time, the poor monk will be the first to achieve the goal of attaining the status of 'Past Buddha'."

This is self-defeating desire, and it is also a pioneer in helping the world.

"Master, please speak."

"The poor man has learned a lesson!"

"Since the Master has great aspirations, how can Pindao stay out of the matter? Pandao has a skill, which is the art of expelling grains from the earth. He can cultivate it by eating Qi and be born, so he gave it to Master, which will never pollute the turbid air in the world."

"The words of a mere madman are just sophistry. Fellow Taoists, just listen to them, but don't believe them."

Mo Chuan didn't know how to answer when he heard this.

Mo Chuan subconsciously said, but before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

After the monks talked about mysteries and Taoism, they started talking about other things.

Mo Chuan's eyes flashed slightly, showing a thoughtful look.

The Chengye River will never dry up.

Because this was really not an unintentional move, Master Shenquan had already thought of this, but he still decided to fill the river with water.

Mo Chuan stood up, patted the Taoist tapestry to show his solemnity, and bowed with his hands.

Mo Chuan was stunned, he really didn't expect this.

Master Shenquan was startled for a moment and said for a long time: "Fellow Taoist, are you not afraid of being blamed by your ancestor for doing this?"

Master Shenquan was selfish in every word, but selfless in every word. His understanding of the state of mind made him suddenly understand why he was able to condense the relics of his mind.

"The poor monk draws water to carry Ye, and countless people are alive. Do you know, fellow Taoist, that this will also kill countless people?"

Mo Chuan fell into silence for a long time after hearing this.

"The Buddha is not perfect, and the Tao is also increasing. The poor monk's talent is limited, so how can he dare to work behind closed doors?"

"Um?"

Master Shenquan said: "If we interpret it from the perspective of Buddhism, the life debt is repaid by the incense of the dead head in the previous life. If we interpret it from the perspective of Taoism, this means that the Great Dao has no relatives and that heaven and earth are selfless."

"Fellow Taoist, the water flooded the Zen temple and irrigated thousands of acres of fertile farmland, but the river swept away the turbid air and implemented the new policy. This achievement can also be called a holy act."

Master Shenquan smiled slyly, opened his mouth, and spit out a golden relic from his mouth, emitting dazzling Buddha light.

"Then the Master will have to suffer the pain of this karma every day?"

This goes on and on, and the number of disciples and descendants will be endless!

When Mo Chuan heard this, he sighed in his heart, Master Shenquan is really amazing. He dares to say "Buddha is not perfect". Isn't he afraid that he is not good at it? Doesn't he see it clearly?

"Then Master, where do you think the poor karma is?"

By then, there will definitely be no shortage of monks in Shuanglong Temple who are about to reach the end of their lifespan. There is great terror between life and death. Under the pressure of death, there will definitely be people who are willing to jump into the dry well and swallow the Buddha's heart relics, just to add another hundred years to their lifespan.

Inherit Shenquan’s legacy.

When the red sun rises, its path shines brightly.

Mo Chuan said: "How can the injustice of those who died suddenly due to poor Taoism and supernatural powers be remedied?"

Mo Chuan frowned: "This is completely sophistry!"

"In this case, how can the mage convince his heart?" Mo Chuan asked frankly.

"Do you know, fellow Taoist, how many souls the Chengye River swallows every year?" Shen Quan asked.

"It's better for poor people to save money."

"This is the sophistry of the poor Taoist. Master, what happened at Huitong Zen Temple? Is the poor Taoist's actions good or evil?"

Mo Chuan was speechless after hearing this.

Mo Chuan's thoughts were wandering, and some strange things happened.

When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups of wine are few, and when you meet a close friend, tea is full of fragrance.

He finally understood why Master Shenquan jumped into the water purification vase resolutely.

Immediately, Mo Chuan used the method of heart language to transmit the message and left.

"How do you say this?" Mo Chuan was surprised.

Shenquan shook his head with a look of humility on his face.

"It's easy for a mage to jump into a well, but have you ever thought about the future?"

Mo Chuan laughed: "I am the founder, who dares to blame me? Master, please listen carefully..."

When the lamp dries up and the oil is gone, a Buddha heart relic becomes both a blessing and a bait.

"One life, one pagoda, no one's life is as cheap as a piece of grass."

"From the perspective of Buddhism, there are merits and obstacles. From the perspective of Taoism, Taoists have many good karma, which can be immortal karma."

From then on, even if he and his successors had delusional thoughts and were trapped in a dry well, there was nothing they could do.

A ray of moonlight dimly illuminates the bottom of the well.

"The life of one person must be lighter than that of a hundred people? Ten thousand people?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Yes, the poor monk is not a saint, nor is he unfeeling. Every time he thinks about it, his heart is churning! However, the poor monk has something to say to fellow Taoists."

"This is an unintentional move by the mage..."

A young novice came with steamed buns. Seeing this, Mo Chuan no longer stayed. He stood up and raised his hands and said, "Master, take care of yourself. I'll come back when I have time. I hope Master won't be bothered by me."

Master Shenquan smiled and said: "Amitabha, it's good that fellow Taoists don't dislike the poor monk's pedantry."

Mo Chuan laughed, waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

After the young novice monk delivered the steamed buns, he also left. The empty courtyard gradually became quiet, leaving only a hundred years of solitude.
Chapter completed!