I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Feng Xu Yufeng.

Travel across the sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening.

Immortals should be like this.

Zhou Yi turned into light and flew in the sky.

He didn't ride the sacred bull or control the demon-proofing shuttle. He only used sword escape and left Luozhou in a moment.

An hour later, they passed through the Shiwan Mountains and entered the territory of Jizhou Demonic Kingdom.

Blessed by the earth evil magical power of wind control, the ordinary sword escape method is as fast as the top escape magic power.

Under the rule of the devil, the appearance of Jizhou was completely different from that of Yunzhou. The city walls were generally thick and old, the buildings in the city were blue-grey, and the mansions were like small fortresses.

The overall feeling of the building is that it is ancient, depressing, and dangerous.

The evil spirit is rising in the city, and it seems to be restricted by formations, making it difficult for the evil spirit to disperse in all directions. .

Ordinary people are corroded by evil spirits. Those who are weak will not live long, while those who are strong and healthy will fight bravely.

The mortals under the control of the Demonic Sect are screened from birth, and those with poor physical constitution are not even qualified to live.

When Zhou Yi Dunguang passed through the city for just a moment, he saw several gang fights and fights. The demonic monks led by them drove the evil skeleton ghosts to become murderous and even devour their own people.

Boom!

A bolt of magic thunder fell from the sky and chopped the monks who were killing them into ashes.

The two groups of people immediately turned into birds and beasts and dispersed, thinking that they had offended some old demon in the fight, and if they were slow to escape, they might be refined into magic weapons.

"The monks who survived this kind of environment are far superior to those of the same rank as Daqian in terms of life and death fighting. No wonder Su Yu was able to escape from a first-level siege."

When Zhou Yi first entered Jizhou, he would kill the evil spirits who caused trouble. After that, he saw too many things and could only respect local customs.

Another half day.

Moving toward the direction of sensing the Demon Illustration, the light slanted across the territory of Jizhou. As the distance got closer, the position sensing of the White Lotus Mother became more and more accurate.

Zhou Yi looked down from the clouds. Surrounded by thousands of miles of mountains, there was a plain about the size of Dagan and a state in the middle.

The plain has a strong aura of humanity, so it should be a small human country.

Lowering the light, one can see that there are many temples on the plain. It can be said that there are ten temples in one village or ten temples in one county. The prosperity of Buddhism is even greater than that in Bodhi County.

"Buddha's Kingdom on Earth?"

Zhou Yi's figure instantly transformed into an old monk in yellow clothes, and the magic power of Huang Ting Tao Sutra changed his breath, which was comparable to the purest Buddhist teachings.

Flying all the way, I saw golden light shining in the distance, dazzling my eyes.

It was only when I flew closer that I could see clearly that the entire city was shaped like a huge temple, with a roof made of colored glass and walls painted with gold paint. Under the sunlight, it reflected infinite brilliance.

The believers who entered the city were full of piety and kowtowed every three steps. Their goal was the Big Buddha Temple in the center of the city.

Zhou Yi lowered his head and entered through the city gate. The monks and soldiers on duty did not dare to stop him and saluted him respectfully.

"Meet the Master!"

"Amitabha."

Zhou Yi put his hands together and returned the gift.

After entering the city, I discovered that there were monks all around.

The peddlers and lackeys, the people who drive carts and sell pulp are monks, and the beggars on the streets who ask for money also have ring scars on their heads, wear monk robes, and recite Buddhist scriptures.

Zhou Yi walked towards the center of the city and met several officials in monk robes, talking about where there was a drought and people should perform rituals to pray for rain. Wherever there was an epidemic, it was necessary to open a Dharma altar to treat it.

"This is the real Buddhist kingdom on earth!"

When the monks in the city met Zhou Yi, they all bowed and saluted him, honoring him as "Master and Divine Monk".

The relics temporarily condensed by Huang Ting's magic power have pure Buddhist aura, and they have the magical power of covering the sun and being upright and shadowless. Even an Arhat can't distinguish the true from the false in front of him.

Zhou Yi followed the breath induction and came to the Great Buddha Temple in the center of the city.

As the name of the temple suggests, a golden Buddha more than ten feet tall sits on a lotus platform with a compassionate face, overlooking all living beings.

There is a grand Dharma assembly in front of the temple. There are two gorgeous high platforms on the left and right, and two monks are sitting upright and debating scriptures.

On the left is a young monk. His lips are like red vermilion, and his skin is like gelatin. He is as handsome as a mortal.

On the right is an old monk with a sad face, eyebrows drooping three feet, pale golden complexion, sitting cross-legged on a high platform like an Arhat coming to the world.

Believers came from all over, and after worshiping the Golden Buddha, they gathered around the high platform with enthusiasm.

The old monk seemed to be famous far and wide, with many believers shouting titles such as Long-Eyebrow Divine Monk and Master Zhishan. On the contrary, the young monk was unknown and not a native monk, so no one paid attention to him.

"It's really fate that I met Master Fa Hai hundreds of thousands of miles away!"

Zhou Yi immediately became interested. Since Our Lady of White Lotus couldn't escape anyway, he sat cross-legged on the ground and listened to the debate on the stage.

The young monk was Fa Hai, but he had changed his skin, and his soul aura had not changed at all in Zhou Yi's eyes.

Miao Shan once said that he killed an Arhat to find immortal lotus roots and recast his body for Fahai. He never imagined that it would look so handsome.

The two people on the stage kept talking, refuting each other's words.

When explaining Buddhist principles, the Buddha's light was induced, golden lotuses appeared from the sky, and various visions appeared.

The old monk's tone was calm at first, but a moment later his voice was sharp, and soon afterwards his face turned red.

"Amitabha! If you don't save yourself, how can you talk about saving sentient beings? Master is so young that if you don't increase your Dharma first, otherwise saving people will be in vain..."

"Master's words are wrong! When you save others, you save yourself. If you save all the people in the world, you will naturally become a Buddha!"

Fahai said: "Your sect only talks about saving yourself, not all sentient beings. This is a small sign of being narrow-minded, but a big sign of being useless!"

The old monk couldn't argue with the scriptures, and he was already angry. Hearing this, he said angrily: "Master said that the Buddhist teachings in this temple are useless?"

Fahai nodded and said: "The Hinayana Buddhism cannot save sentient beings or become a Buddha, so what is the use of it?"

"Whether the mage can say..."

The old monk loudly announced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! This poor monk has violated the precept of anger and must face the wall for ten days to reflect. Please temporarily invite Brother Zhijue to come on stage!"

"Good!"

Fahai said: "Master, there is still medicine to save me. Why don't we worship under the seat of a poor monk, listen to sutras every day, and practice the supreme Dharma?"

"..."

The old monk suppressed his anger. The opponent came from the legendary Buddhist realm. He was young and was suspected of bullying the younger generation when he started fighting.

Not long after the old monk stepped down, a monk in gray clothes quickly came up. His body was covered with dust and his feet were covered with mud, as if he had just emerged from the earth.

"The poor monk Zhijue is personally experiencing the hard work of farmers and people, and realizing that food is hard to come by. The Master will only talk about saving people here, how can he distinguish the five grains?"

"This statement is wrong. It is difficult for a poor monk to distinguish the five grains, but he can use magic to move clouds and spread rain to protect a place's water and soil."

Fa Hai said: "The Master has infinite magical power, but he sticks to one acre of land. He seems to appreciate the hard work of farmers, but in fact he only cares about his own practice and is reluctant to use his magical power to benefit the common people."

"I wonder how many people can be alleviated from hunger by the food grown by the mage?"

After a few sentences, the monk in gray clothes at the top was speechless. When he saw drought, he would also cast spells to make rain, but now he couldn't say it.

The fundamental question is whether to save others or save yourself. The monk in gray had no choice but to swallow the bitter water.

"The poor monk's rice field has not been irrigated yet, so I will leave it aside for now and invite Master Dingjie to come and debate the scriptures with him..."

after.

Each eminent monk is like a marquee, constantly coming up and down the stage.

Some debated ten or eight sentences with Fa Hai, while others lost after three or five sentences and found a reason to replace the monks on the stage.

Fa Hai will not refuse anyone who comes, his tongue will bloom like a lotus flower, and he will turn the monks of the Great Buddha Temple into disgrace.

The faces in the audience gradually became sad. Who would want a foreign monk to show off his power in front of the Great Buddha Temple?