Chapter 170: Dharma Teaching in Kyoto "Whether you believe it or not, since you have such confidence, I think it is not aimless." Lü Dongbin smiled slightly, looked at the old Taoist, and suddenly said: "But, no matter what, Taoist friend, you have to give me an explanation, right?" "It would be fine if you stole this sword technique from me, but you disguised yourself as me and deceived Master Huolong." “This is really a bit…” The old Taoist heard this and said nonchalantly: "Shame on you?" Lu Dongbin shook his head helplessly. He now realized that if he wanted to morally blackmail someone, that person must first be moral. And this person in front of me... "You let the Fire Dragon come to me, at worst I'll just stick my ass out and let him whip me a few times!" The old Taoist said these words, which went beyond the description of obscene language, without any sense of shame. Lu Dongbin turned and left without saying a word.

We couldn't continue the conversation that day. It was okay for us to tell dirty jokes when we had a disagreement. I thought that Lu Dongbin could also be called a playboy in his early years. But this was the first time he encountered a ruthless person who was willing to take him into the trap as well. I am no match for him at all. If he tries to reason with me, I will throw a tantrum. If he throws a tantrum back, I will be no match for him at all. Faced with something that is harder to resist than a dog-skin plaster, what do you want Lu Dongbin to do? What? Hands on? Not to mention whether this is worth it, even if he really wants to do it, Lu Dongbin really has no confidence. Lu Dongbin feels very numb now. I was clearly in the right, but there was nothing I could do. If it were any other time, I might have the opportunity to go to Ziweiyuan to get some fresh air and vent my anger. But now, the Four Saints of the North Pole cannot even see the Emperor, so he is in even more trouble. Thinking of this, Lu Dongbin suddenly asked curiously: "Daoyou, I wonder if Emperor Ziwei..." "Are you crazy?" The old Taoist glanced at Lu Dongbin and said, "Why are you asking this?" "Just curious." Lu Dongbin smiled slightly. "You're curious." The old Taoist rolled his eyes and said, "That's the business of us practical people. What does it have to do with you, a lazy person?" Upon hearing this, Lu Dongbin managed to resist the urge to roll his eyes. A practical person? you? just you? Resisting the urge to complain, Lu Dongbin said sternly, "Daoyou, we know each other well. The situation in the Three Realms is grim right now. Tell me the truth."

"Emperor, how is it arranged?" "To put order out of chaos, we should also find the clue." "But now, I can't see any signs of improvement at all." "Maintaining the status quo is not the Emperor's style." The old Taoist didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and watched the hundreds of ghosts parading outside Fengdu City at night. Lu Dongbin did not urge him, but just stood by and waited quietly. After a long while, the old Taoist spoke with regret. "Who told you that you can't find the thread?" ……………… "After a night of contemplation, I only figured out a clue..." Inside the Prince Qin's mansion, Jiang Lin opened his eyes and muttered to himself in astonishment. Jiang Lin was mentally prepared for the difficulty of the Tiandun Sword Technique, but he never expected that after just one night, he hadn't even gotten started, let alone the extremely high level of mind refining. However, although he was shocked, Jiang Lin was not disappointed. You have to eat your food one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. Now Jiang Lin doesn't have much time to concentrate on the Tiandun Sword Technique. Although everything seemed calm, ever since the emperor sent people to hunt down Jiang Lin in the Golden Palace, but was killed in return, the old emperor seemed to have forgotten the existence of Jiang Lin and did not take any follow-up action. But Jiang Lin didn't think this was a good thing. The old emperor had no time to deal with this person, who was one of the biggest obstacles to his plans. So, isn't it self-evident what the emperor is doing? There is only one explanation. The emperor's plan has reached the most critical moment and he cannot afford to be distracted by other things. It's just the last calm before the storm. "Clap clap clap!" There was a knock on Jiang Lin's door. Even before Jiang Lin could speak or open the door, the door was violently pushed open from the outside. There was a hint of apology on Mr. Baihua's face, but more of it was shock and rare panic. He walked quickly, his breathing was slightly rapid, and he held a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. "Sir, please speak slower."

Jiang Lin stood up and went to meet him. It's easy to tell with your toes that something must have happened, and it must be a big deal to make Mr. Baihua lose his composure like this. "The emperor... the emperor summoned a monk into the palace!" Mr. Baihua breathed slightly and handed the note in his hand to Jiang Lin. There was an indissoluble, strange and complex meaning in his voice. "The monk said in public..." "It will allow everyone in Zhou to practice!" Jiang Lin was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but frowned and looked down at the note in his hand. Everyone can practice cultivation. This sentence contains so much information. Although, for the major lineages, or the Taoist ancestors and Buddhas, the spiritual practice of living beings has never been something with a threshold. Regardless of Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism or layman, there is a surprisingly consistent view on the essence of spiritual practice, that is: as long as one has the will, everyone can practice. Previously, Jiang Lin also said that cultivation is not restricted by qualifications, or in other words, as long as one is a living being, one is qualified to practice cultivation. But it's just a qualification. If you want to truly embark on this path, you have to see, understand, and experience it yourself. It is true that everyone can practice cultivation, but in this mundane world, there are countless living beings and the state of mind is extremely complex. The threshold to spiritual practice does exist objectively. According to Confucianism, everyone is like a dragon, but this only exists in the legendary utopia. It was Confucius, the master of Confucianism, who shouted out the slogan of "teaching without distinction" and practiced it himself, but in the end not everyone was able to achieve enlightenment. Buddhism and Taoism, as long as they are authentic and correct, they are never reluctant to open the door to convenience. But the problem is, the door is open for you and the road is there. If you don’t walk on it, it’s your own business. This is because in this world of mortals, there are so many troubles, and most people have impure thoughts. In spiritual practice, one must follow the way of heaven, benefit the world, and overcome all sufferings. But some people practice cultivation for self-transcendence, to be superior to others, and to act recklessly! Even if such a person opens the door to convenience, what can be done? Everyone can practice cultivation, even the Taoist ancestors, Buddhas and sages cannot do it. How can a monk who came from nowhere actually ask everyone in Zhou country to practice cultivation? What to repair? Jiang Lin's thoughts flashed like lightning, and his eyes fell on the note in his hand. "Early this morning, no, maybe even earlier, a monk entered the city, and was welcomed into the city by the emperor's special nine-horse chariot!" Mr. Baihua added details on the side. "As soon as I entered the city, I attracted the attention of countless people." "The monk did not get into the carriage, but sat cross-legged on the roof, chanting scriptures and preaching."

"Speaking and listening to my teachings, and entering my school, you can obtain the essence of practice, open the door of convenience, and be born with the supreme root." "The sutras that the monk recited included all the classics of various schools of thought, Taoist and Buddhist scriptures, and the profound principles of Confucianism. Everything is included in it." Jiang Lin listened quietly, his eyes falling on the last sentence on the note. "It had only been a quarter of an hour since the monk started preaching, and by the time the chariot had reached Zhuque Street, more than a dozen people had already entered the monastery openly!" These words made Jiang Lin frown deeply. Mr. Baihua's voice became increasingly strange. "Among them, there are peddlers, doctors from the Imperial College, wandering monks, and nobles from wealthy families..." "There was no pattern, no signs." "It was just that suddenly... I entered the path of cultivation!" Jiang Lin raised his head, returned the note to Mr. Baihua, stood up and walked out of the room. "Sir, please tell the prince to stay in his position and not to move anyone who belongs to the palace without permission." As he spoke, Jiang Lin walked towards the gate of the palace. "late……" Mr. Baihua's bitter smile was heard, and Jiang Lin stopped. "Someone in the palace... has gone to listen to the monk's sermon and has taken it as the truth..." Jiang Lin certainly knew that the people in the palace that Mr. Baihua was talking about were not just the guards, servants, and maids of the palace. Rather, they are the secret agents, court officials, etc. that the palace has developed over the years. "Are you coming for the palace?" Jiang Lin continued walking, and Mr. Baihua followed closely. "Not necessarily. If they are coming for the palace, it would be too much of a fuss." Mr. Baihua has regained some composure at this moment. I don’t know why, but Mr. Baihua felt inexplicably at ease when standing next to Taoist Jiang. It is obvious that I am several decades older than the other person. Mr. Baihua felt emotional. There was a hint of thought in Jiang Lin's eyes. "I also think that they are not coming for the palace. They are just trying to catch rabbits by grabbing grass." After all, if they were specifically targeting the royal palace, they wouldn't have made such a big fuss. At least in the emperor's eyes, although the King of Qin was restless, he was just restless. As they were talking, they had already arrived at the gate of the palace. Jiang Lin looked at Mr. Baihua and said, "Guard the prince well. If there is any change, please let the prince make the decision by himself. I will do my best to cooperate."

After saying that, Jiang Lin walked straight towards Zhuque Street one block away without waiting for Mr. Baihua to answer. Mr. Baihua watched Jiang Lin's figure suddenly disappear, took a deep breath, and suppressed the throbbing in his heart. Everyone can practice... Although he is already a practitioner, it is precisely because of this that he understands the weight of these words even more. Of course he knew that there must be something fishy behind this, because he was a cultivator from a hundred schools. The Hundred Schools' Dharma lineages are hidden among the people, have extremely strong vitality, and have a relatively low threshold. But even so, compared with the number of humans, the practitioners of the Hundred Schools are still just a ripple among them. Even the cultivators of the Hundred Schools with such a low threshold are like this, not to mention others. But it is precisely because of this that Mr. Baihua couldn't help but think more. If everyone can really practice cultivation, does that mean that the era of practitioners from hundreds of schools has arrived? After all, this is the relatively simplest path of cultivation, isn't it? Mr. Baihua knew that this was impossible and that it was a fantasy, but he couldn't help but think so. This is also the reason why his tone and expression were strange just now. This is a sugar-coated bullet, and most people can't handle it. Mr. Baihua took a deep breath, suppressed all his messy thoughts, his eyes became clear again, and he turned around and returned to the palace. Let’s not talk about the fact that the monk was definitely weird, let’s just talk about himself. Compared with revitalizing the Hundred Schools of Thought, he was first a servant of the royal palace and first a household slave of the King of Qin. The King of Qin is the most important person in his heart. the other side. Jiang Lin was strolling on the street. There were few people walking around him, and judging from their direction, they were all converging towards Zhuque Street. He didn't walk very fast, nor did he use any tricks to shorten the distance. Since the monk has already started preaching, it doesn't make much difference whether he goes there earlier or later. Jiang Lin needs some time to digest this sudden event. No, it’s just an emergency for me and others. To the emperor, this was most likely something the other party had planned for a long time. From this moment on, the emperor's plan was laid out in the open. Although, only part of it. The monk said that anyone can practice cultivation, and Jiang Lin certainly knew that there was definitely something fishy going on. But presumably, for the emperor, this is exactly what he needs. It doesn’t matter whether there is any trick or not. What matters is what the emperor wants to do with this monk and what purpose he wants to achieve.

"Half-truth, half-false, a beginner, a practitioner with great hidden dangers..." Jiang Lin murmured to himself in a very soft voice. "What does the emperor want to do with this kind of practitioner?" He seemed to be asking someone, but only he could hear it. "Sacrifice? Or some other purpose?" Jiang Lin said as he walked towards Suzaku Street. The closer you get, the more people there are. Finally, when we were still some distance away from Zhuque Street, the place was already so crowded that there was no place to step. But everyone seemed to ignore the Taoist in green. The Taoist was like a shadow, passing through the crowd and moving forward unhindered. It sounds magical, but it's just a little trick. Jiang Lin is not the only one who does this. Along this route alone, Jiang Lin sensed countless serious practitioners. Kyoto has always been a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are everywhere, so naturally there are many practitioners. The purpose of these practitioners is roughly the same as Jiang Lin's. They all want to see who the monk is who has said that everyone can practice and has already achieved a preliminary goal. people. A lot of people. Countless people gathered together, but there was a large "cavity" left in the middle. Inside this cavity is the emperor's exclusive nine-horse chariot. A monk was sitting cross-legged on the luxurious chariot. The monk was wearing a tattered robe with traces of patching everywhere, but it was very clean, giving a sense of being spotless. The monk was not very old, just middle-aged in appearance. His features were hard to describe, but the only thing that was memorable about him was his pair of bright and clear eyes. The crowd slowly moved as the palanquin moved forward. Everyone looked at the monk eagerly, but no one dared to go beyond the line. The monks are preaching. It talks about the Diamond Sutra. "At that time, the elder Subhuti stood up from his seat in the crowd, draped his right shoulder, knelt on his right knee, clasped his hands together in respect, and said to the Buddha: "Wonderful! World Honored One, the Tathagata has protected you well... The monk's voice was very gentle, with a watery flavor that was refreshing. "Amitabha!"

At this moment, suddenly a wealthy middle-aged man in a silk robe sang a Buddhist name, clasped his hands together, looked serene, and a faint Vajra aura emanated from his body. He entered the Tao. "That's good, that's good." The monk smiled and nodded to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man seemed to be greatly encouraged and his face flushed. At this point, the monk suddenly made a move. He stood up. This action made everyone stop and look at the monk. The monk moved, walked down from the roof and came onto the frame. The middle-aged man from before hurried over, knelt on his knees, and was willing to serve as a step. He knelt on the ground devoutly and asked the monk to step down on his back. The monk pursed his lips apologetically and stepped on the middle-aged man to get off the carriage. Clear eyes look in a certain direction. There, there was a young Taoist priest in green clothes. (End of this chapter)