Fellow Taoists, please respect yourself.

Chapter 402 Daoji Warning
"Lin'er, why did you come to Xiniu Hezhou?"

In an oasis in Xiniu Hezhou, Feng Luo was wearing clothes that were in line with local customs. In order to avoid wind and sand and block the sun, the clothes covered him tightly, and he even had a wide scarf on his head.

But even so, her tall figure still stands out from the crowd.

Feng Luo looked around curiously. To her, everything in these three realms was so new.

After all, in a sense, Feng Luo is a person who has been cut off from the Three Realms for nearly three epochs.

She looked around curiously and asked Jiang Lin beside her.

Jiang Lin was still wearing the pure black martial arts robe. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "Nothing, just a hunch."

Feng Luo tilted his head, glanced at him, and didn't ask any more questions.

In fact, the reason is very simple.

Whether it is the evil creatures from outside the world that are integrated with the Bon Dao, or the evil creatures from outside the world that appear in the South China Sea or the ancestral temple of the demon clan, they all have a direct or indirect relationship with Buddhism.

Needless to say, Bon Dao is the white glove of Buddhism, and the South China Sea is the territory of the Buddhist Avalokitesvara.

As for the ancestral home of the demon clan, the opponent in the battle between the heavenly court and Beijuluzhou has always been only Buddhism.

The first time was a coincidence, the second time could be said to be the evil creature from outside the world preparing to take action against Buddhism, but the third time was not that simple.

Jiang Lin had a worst-case guess in his mind. If this guess was true, then the Three Realms would truly usher in a huge change.

It may even be so serious that even if the Great Celestial Lord returns, he will find it difficult to deal with.

I hope it's not what I think...

Jiang Lin murmured silently in his heart.

He looked at the oasis in front of him, a land with the characteristics of Xiniu Hezhou.

Xiniuhezhou has always been the private territory of Buddhism. Of course, the infiltration of Taoism here is no less than that of Buddhism in Nanshanbuzhou.

As for Jiang Lin, at any other time, whether from the perspective of Heaven or Taoism, he would be eager to find out something so as to give Buddhism a severe blow.

But this time, Jiang Lin prayed from the bottom of his heart that he would not find out anything.

Buddhism and Taoism are indeed enemies that cannot tolerate each other, but Buddhism is undoubtedly the orthodox and authentic one, and no one will deny that.

The dispute between Buddhism and Taoism has never been a dispute between good and evil, but a dispute between law and etiquette and between principles.

Over the years, the two sides have been frantically squeezing each other's living space from all angles and levels, but have never thought of destroying each other.

I just hope that the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind prevails over the east wind.

Because both sides are completely independent, completely destroying Taoism or Buddhism would be a disaster of the greatest magnitude to the three realms.

But if Jiang Lin this time...

Jiang Lin rubbed his eyebrows and stopped thinking about it.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, Jiang Lin heard a Buddhist chant.

I saw an old monk holding a rough wooden bowl in his hand, begging for alms in front of a stall.

He didn't want food or money, but a brick or a tile. Of course, it would be even better if he had an old piece of wood that was thick and long enough.

Several people dressed as wealthy businessmen followed the old monk, and each wealthy businessman was followed by several servants, each pulling a cart.

The car is covered with either hard and neat blue bricks, or tiles arranged like fish scales and impermeable.

Or, a pillar thick enough to be used as a pillar in a smaller hall.

The wealthy businessmen begged the old monk to accept their offerings.

But the old monk turned a deaf ear to him and just waited in front of the stall, waiting for the not-so-rich owner, and picked up a broken tile with his withered hands.

The old monk carefully stroked the broken tile, put it in his arms with gratitude, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, with this tile, there will be one more place in the temple that will not be wet by rain in the future. The donor has done immeasurable merit."

At this time, the wealthy businessmen continued to beg, and some even questioned angrily.

"Master, we offer our worship sincerely. Whether it is tiles, blue bricks or pillars, they are all first-class and good stuff. They are also our sincerity. Master, why do you turn a blind eye to it? Could it be that we are not worthy of offering to the Buddha?"

"Amitabha."

The old monk turned around, clasped his hands together sincerely and bowed, saying: "Five years ago, I made a vow to build a temple here to worship Buddha and also to provide a good place for the believers and donors to pray."

"This temple should be built by countless donors and believers here. Rich or poor, male or female, good or evil, everyone should be treated equally."

"If I accept all the donations from you, a magnificent and beautiful temple will be built tomorrow. I will never doubt your kindness and ability."

"But this would miss the original intention of the old monk to build the temple. The temple here should be a temple for thousands of believers and donors, not a temple for a few families or surnames."

After the old monk finished speaking, he bowed again, walked to the front of the carriages, and took out a tile and a brick in turn, praising the exquisiteness of the tile and the solidity of the brick.

Then he carefully put it in his arms.

"Donors, with just a brick or a tile, sincerity is enough. As for the rest of the goods, you should do your own business and sell them to those in need. You can also earn money for yourself and your family. This is the right way."

"Amitabha……"

The old monk bowed again and walked away. His steps were a little unsteady, but there was a warm light in his eyes.

Jiang Lin and Feng Luo passed by the old monk. Not far behind the old monk were the wealthy businessmen who were seeing him off with tears in their eyes and clasped their hands together.

Jiang Lin watched the old monk go away and said softly, "A grain of rice from you is worth more than Mount Sumeru."

Then he sighed again: "The Zen Master Daoji's words are true and true."

Feng Luo also sighed: "Whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, in the final analysis, they are both noble and righteous ways to persuade people to be good."

Jiang Lin said, "Whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, there is filth and dirt inside."

Even though Jiang Lin has disrupted many Buddhist plans since his debut, including some dirty and filthy things, this does not mean that Taoism is clean.

It’s just that this part is not included in what was done from Jiang Lin’s perspective.

You know, even among the black law mages, there are quite a few mages who do things that are completely aimed at the dirty things within the Taoist sect.

The heads of the guilty Taoists chopped off by the Black Law Mages also rolled like water.

It’s just that, relatively speaking, Taoism’s bottom line is slightly higher than Buddhism’s.

Taoism and Buddhism have always had a certain tacit understanding, and also have a tacit bottom line.

Anyone who breaks this bottom line, whether he is a Taoist or a Buddhist, will be severely punished.

"Oh my, I didn't expect to hear someone praising the old monk here."

At this moment, a lazy voice came to Jiang Lin's ears.

Jiang Lin was not surprised. He just turned around and looked towards the source of the sound.

An old monk wearing ragged clothes and a small monk's hat, revealing a patch of stubble on the back of his head.

The old monk was waving a tattered palm-leaf fan. When he saw Jiang Lin looking at him, he shook his head and smiled as a greeting.

"Little Daoist Jiang, long time no see."

Jiang Lin met this familiar Zen master, but did not greet him with a bow. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Master, may I ask if I should call you Dao Ji or... Jiang Long?"

Feng Luo was also looking at the old monk in front of him. In Feng Luo's eyes, the old monk seemed ordinary, but in fact, it was as if there was a dragon lurking in his body, as if he would take off into the sky in the next moment.

Taiyi Golden Immortal, and the top one among the Taiyi Golden Immortals.

Feng Luo could see it, and Jiang Lin could naturally see it as well.

This is exactly why Jiang Lin asked that question.

The real Master Dao Ji, or rather, the Master Dao Ji that Jiang Lin knew, was the reincarnation of Arhat Subduing the Dragon, but that was not the case either, because when Arhat Subduing the Dragon was reincarnated as Master Dao Ji, he placed everything he had, including his fruition, relics, lotus platform, all the things that could prove his identity as Arhat Subduing the Dragon, and all the causes and effects related to Arhat Subduing the Dragon, in the Great Leiyin Temple.

It is the most thorough and irreversible reincarnation.

Even the Arhat who subdues the dragon never thought that he would be able to take these things back one day. He had no interest in them and only wanted to follow his own path and attain his own Buddhahood. And the Zen Master Daoji has always been on a correct path that belongs to him alone.

Cultivate the Buddha in your heart, not the Buddha in the temple.

In Jiang Lin's impression, although Zen Master Dao Ji has countless strange methods, he is undoubtedly a mortal in essence.

But the Zen Master Dao Ji who appeared in front of Jiang Lin now was a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Moreover, that aura carried a strong implication of the Arhat Subduing the Dragon.

In other words, for some unknown reason, Zen Master Dao Ji gave up his own Taoism and chose to take back the position of Arhat Subduing the Dragon and the relics placed in the Great Leiyin Temple.

He became the "new" Arhat Subduing the Dragon, instead of the previous Dao Ji.

That's why Jiang Lin asked this question.

"Whether it's Jiang Long or Dao Ji, they are all superficial. They are both me and not me. Little Daoist friend Jiang, you are obsessed with appearances."

The old monk waved the tattered palm-leaf fan in his hand, smiling, and spoke in his highly recognizable lazy voice.

Jiang Lin looked at him deeply, then suddenly smiled with relief and said, "The Zen Master Dao Ji that I know would never play tricks in front of his friends."

After that, Jiang Lin made the Ziwu Jue with his hands, returned the greeting neatly, and then said, "Meet the Arhat Conquering the Dragon."

After standing up, Jiang Lin turned around and left without hesitation.

Behind him, the old monk watched him leave with a half crying, half laughing expression.

After a long while, until Jiang Lin's shadow disappeared from his sight, the old monk murmured and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha……"

…………

On the other side, Jiang Lin had a gloomy expression, with a rare hint of panic in his eyes.

"Lin'er?"

Feng Luo noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Lin and couldn't help but speak softly.

Jiang Lin stopped and his expression became increasingly gloomy and solemn.

"Buddhism, something happened."

Jiang Lin spoke slowly, glanced at the direction he came from, and said softly: "Besides, it's a big deal."

Otherwise, Zen Master Dao Ji would never choose to go back.

But only in this way can Zen Master Dao Ji possess the strongest power he can achieve in the shortest time.

To do this, he was willing to destroy his own path.

And the meeting with Jiang Lin was a reminder.

The Zen Master Dao Ji, who regained the power of the Arhat Subduing the Dragon, is a reminder to Jiang Lin.

A good friend of his old age made a change that was impossible in the most desperate way. For his friends, this in itself was the biggest and most obvious warning and reminder.

Zen Master Dao Ji cultivated the Buddha in his heart, but he never denied that he was a Buddhist and would do his utmost for the future and stability of Buddhism.

Something big happened in Buddhism, so big that Zen Master Dao Ji was willing to destroy his own path in order to gain strength to deal with it in a short period of time.

"Why did Zen Master Daoji know that you came to Xiniu Hezhou?"

Feng Luo asked softly.

Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes.

Yes, why did Zen Master Dao Ji know that he had come to Xiniu Hezhou, and could locate his position so quickly?

This is not something that Zen Master Dao Ji can do, and even Arhat Subduing the Dragon cannot do it.

Only beings at a higher level have such great power.

Do you have clairvoyance?

Is there another Buddha behind Zen Master Dao Ji?
and……

Jiang Lin looked at himself and then at Feng Luo.

"Aunt, do you think there is a person in Buddhism who can spy on where you and I are when the Emperor Ziwei, the Emperor Fengdu, and His Majesty Fuxi and other Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors cannot detect it?"

"How can this be."

Feng Luo shook his head subconsciously and said: "Even Tathagata Buddha wouldn't..."

Halfway through his words, Feng Luo suddenly looked up and looked at Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin looked at him and nodded slowly.

Whether it is Jiang Lin or Feng Luo, there are more than one powerful person standing behind them, and under normal circumstances, these big guys will not care too much about their own cubs.

But if there are beings of the same level who have bad intentions towards your own child, that’s another matter.

At least within Buddhism, no one can bypass Ziwei Fengdu and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to directly spy on the existence of Jiang Lin and Feng Luo.

But it really happened. There was a Buddha in the Buddhist community who saw Jiang Lin and Feng Luo and sent Zen Master Dao Ji to warn them.

That is to say...

Jiang Lin and Feng Luo looked at each other and understood what the other meant.

The big bosses behind the two of them were also aware of the situation and agreed to let Jiang Lin and Feng Luo participate.

"Buddhism is in turmoil, but at least there is a Buddha standing on our side."

Feng Luo narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Of course, it is also possible that this Buddha himself is the root cause of the chaos in Buddhism."

Huoyun Cave, cooperation between Beiji and a certain Buddha.

There is no need to say much about the first two, the focus is on this Buddha.

Either this Buddha was planning to "collaborate with foreign countries" or he was asking for help.

"impossible."

Jiang Lin shook his head firmly, and at the same time, his heart sank.

Feng Luo didn't understand the evil creatures from outside the world, so he made this seemingly reasonable guess.

But Jiang Lin knew very well that the existence of the evil creature from outside the world might have formed a very deep bond with Buddhism, so deep that even a certain Buddha who had originally stayed out of the matter could sense the obvious crisis.

So they had to seek help from Huoyun Cave and the North Pole.

Feng Luo did not ask Jiang Lin why he was so sure. She trusted Jiang Lin very much. This trust was established from the moment she left Luo Shui.

So she just asked: "What are you going to do next, Lin'er?"

Jiang Lin didn't answer, but turned and walked towards the edge of the oasis.

Jiang Lin already had some guesses in his mind about the Buddha who could cooperate with Beiji and Huoyun Cave.

Perhaps the old man had reminded Jiang Lin a long time ago.

Feng Luo followed Jiang Lin until they left the oasis where they were originally. Only then did Jiang Lin slowly speak.

"I'm going to find a temple."

"What temple?"

"Any seat."

Jiang Lin looked deep in the eyes and spoke softly.

"As long as the one worshipped is not Medicine Buddha, it's fine."

(End of this chapter)