C129 Victory is hard to come by (1)

When Patriarch Xuan Tong and Zhao Mingzhe finally came to a stop, those people who had known Zhao Mingzhe for a long time all started to feel surprised in their hearts.

This was mainly because, compared to two months ago, the appearance and temperament of the people he knew had greatly changed.

Originally, Zhao Mingzhe's body could not be considered weak and frail. However, now, it could be seen that Zhao Mingzhe's body was extremely thin, the corners of his face were even more distinct, and his body was faintly emitting an uncomfortable killing intent!

Standing beside the Second Prince, Ye Minghua secretly felt that in the past two months, Zhao Mingzhe must have suffered an inhuman torture. Otherwise, he wouldn't have turned into such a state right now, no matter what!

And in Ye Jinxuan's eyes, due to Zhao Mingzhe's change in expression, a hint of surprise flashed past. However, he immediately lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

At this time, Zhao Qilin, whose face had always been gloomy like water, coldly opened his mouth and said:

"Zhao Mingzhe, you despicable vile person, you have finally appeared in the end. Today is definitely the day you die!"

Zhao Mingzhe frowned, but before he could say anything, Xuan Tong brought his hands together and spoke first:

"Amitabha, today is the Southern North Zen's Grand Meeting, so I will settle my personal grudges after this meeting. Elder Jiang, what do you think? "

Jiang Huairen pondered for a moment before nodding his head.

"Since ancestor Xuan Tong has spoken, then let us follow your instructions first. Since Zhao Mingzhe has already appeared, it is impossible for him to escape. Coincidentally, I brought a few disciples from the sect to listen to this High Monk's debate on the meaning of buddhist arts.

Zhao Qilin glanced at Zhao Mingzhe coldly, and did not say anything else. It was clear that he had listened to his own master's arrangements, and Zhao Mingzhe was silent, showing no objections.

Seeing that there were no other problems, they were led to the North Zen Temple by Xuan Xin.

Gradually, the high monks of the Southern North Zen, as well as the important disciples of the sect, as well as the Second Prince and other outsiders all arrived at an empty spot in the backyard of the North Zen.

After the bell rang for thirty-six times, the debate on the Dharma Essence began.

Zhao Mingzhe sat next to Patriarch Xuan Tong, his body still carrying the killing intent, but Patriarch Xuan Tong's expression remained indifferent, and said in a voice only Zhao Mingzhe could hear:

"According to Master's words, don't listen to me, don't ask me, don't doubt me, don't be bored, secretly chant the Heart Cleansing Curse, and try your best to remove the murderous intent from your body."

Zhao Mingzhe also did not hesitate. He turned a deaf ear to the sounds of the debate on the essence of the buddhist arts, and did not think to observe Ye Jinxuan, Zhao Qilin and the others either. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, and began to chant the Heart Cleansing Curse repeatedly in his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Mingzhe faintly heard countless sounds of applause. After a long exhale, Zhao Mingzhe slowly opened his eyes.

Looking around, in the middle of the crowd, Kong Ming was standing there alone, arguing with the six monk elders of North Zen at the same time. From the looks of it, he did not seem to be at a disadvantage at all.

Zhao Mingzhe listened for a while and vaguely understood what was going on. The high monks in the North Zen, who wanted to study the Buddhist arts, study the Ancient Blue Lamp and the Buddha, first by themselves and then by fated people, were not too interested in competing with others.

However, from the point of view of the South Zen sect, it was the complete opposite. They believed that when practicing buddhist arts, not only themselves, but also others, and it was more appropriate to enter society and think about all living beings.

As Zhao Mingzhe looked at the high-spirited Kong Ming, his mind suddenly recalled how Leng Qiuping forced the Blood Sacrifice Soul to kill him in order to stop Kong Ming from chasing him.

Xuan Tong could feel that the killing intent coming from Zhao Mingzhe's body had changed again. He shook his head, indicating for Zhao Mingzhe to calm down.

Breathing out a breath, Zhao Mingzhe tried his best to maintain his calm. At this time, Kong Ming opened his mouth and said:

"Amitabha, a person who cultivates the Buddhist path, he who cultivates the heart of compassion and freedom. If it was just a matter of crossing oneself and accompanying the ancient Green Lantern Buddha and not entering the mundane world, how could he take care of all living things? Amongst all the living beings, those with good intentions, the Buddhist Sangha, the one who is evil, if you can put down the butcher's knife and establish the Buddha, you can do it as well. But those who are stubborn and do evil, they should use thunder to kill them! "

At this moment, Wu Hui frowned and said:

"Amitabha, a practitioner of Buddhism, has entered the mortal world to kill. This is against the heart of buddhist cultivators to increase his chances of killing. And how can a monk who has committed an act of wanton murder be called a Buddhist disciple? "

"Otherwise, old Na said that setting down the butcher's knife is equivalent to turning one into a Buddha. Besides, if one wants to kill someone in order to save someone, how could it be counted as just killing another person?"

Zhao Mingzhe felt that Kong Ming's words, although somewhat reasonable, were all cunning. Simply put, I killed people in order to save the good, so, after I put down the butcher knife, I can become a Buddha on the spot.

With such a shameless viewpoint, how could the benevolent monks in North Zen possibly argue against him!

At this time, the Second Prince, who was holding a folding fan, clapped his hands and slowly said:

"The high monks have been debating about buddhist magic for over half a day now. In my opinion, what the high monk of the North Zen said couldn't be wrong. As a buddhist monk, naturally there must be a merciful heart; however, the words of the high monk of the South Zen conforms to the meaning of the existence of buddhism in this chaotic world. If all the high monks with supreme cultivation were to chugged down and chanted Buddha, not listening to the suffering of the world, and only asking for self-sacrifice, wouldn't that be going against the will of the buddhist faith in all living beings? "

Kong Ming nodded and said:

"Amitabha, the Second Prince's words are extremely true."

After hearing the Second Prince's words, the people of South Zen Sect all agreed with their sect's point of view. When they looked at the people of North Zen, their faces were filled with disdain.

It was also at this time that the debate on the essence of buddhist arts came to an end. The competition among the disciples of the Southern North Zen had also begun.

On the stage, there were already two cultivators standing on stage. Seeing that most of the people were looking at the stage, Wu Cong leaned towards Zhao Mingzhe and said softly:

"Junior Brother Ming Zhe, I am very happy for you to see that you are fine."

"Senior Brother Wu Cong, I was deceived by the Inner Demon that day and hurt you. I have always been apologetic in my heart …"

"Junior apprentice-brother Ming Zhe, this is fine. My skin is rough and my flesh is thick, and I didn't sustain heavy injuries. Since I have already recovered, you don't need to feel any guilt in your heart anymore. "

Just as Wu Cong finished speaking, the people from the South Zen Sect started to cheer loudly. After being stunned for a while, Zhao Mingzhe saw that the disciples of the North Zen cultivators who just went up had already been defeated!

Frowning, Zhao Mingzhe subconsciously said:

"How can he be so fast?"

Wu Cong frowned and said:

There are many talented people, and although every time there are eighteen disciples competing with each other, there has not been a single disciple in our North Zen who has won in the past two years. This year, there is a possibility that all of us will lose.

Zhao Mingzhe frowned, he did not quite believe Wu Cong's words, but, after another six rounds, none of the disciples of the North Zen, whether they were monks or common disciples, won.

Just now, while watching the battle, Zhao Mingzhe had already heard from Wu Cong that the two sides had an agreement that the two sides had to send a young disciple from their sect.

However, the young disciples sent by South Chan Sect were all Bone Forging stage cultivators, and the disciples of North Zen had a huge difference in strength. They were basically at the peak of the Pulse Cultivator stage, so defeating a Bone Forging stage cultivator was indeed a bit difficult.

At this time, because of their successive victories, the faces of those people from the South Zen Sect became more and more excited, and the unceasing sounds of applause rang out.

There was a faint smile on the face of the South Zen sect's Zhang Hong. He thought to himself, with the Second Prince coming this year, this sort of consecutive victories is completely different from the past years.

If the Second Prince was able to tell the Heavenly Light Nation King about today's situation, then the North Zen might even become the representative of the Buddhist sect!

On the other side of the North Zen, Xuan Xin was still maintaining a calm and relaxed expression on his face, as if he did not care about the outcome of the battle at all.

However, the majority of North Zen's elders and disciples all had very awkward expressions. This was the Southern North Zen Conference, which was held inside the North Zen. It was the same as being beaten to a pulp at the main grounds.

Gradually, nine disciples from each Southern North Zen went up on stage to compete. Half of the Southern North Zen's martial arts competition had ended, but the disciples of the North Zen had all lost, not a single one of them had been able to obtain victory.

Zhao Mingzhe couldn't help but think in his heart, it couldn't be that it was as Wu Cong had said, that all eighteen participants of North Zen would be defeated today, right ….