Train to Another World.

Chapter 251 Jiumozhi

Although he had never heard of the Holy Healing Spiritual Retreat, he still said, "I have heard a lot about you."

"My Holy Healing Spiritual Cultivation Society is a hermit sect. This is our first time to come out to the world. What have you been admiring for so long?"

Jiumozhi was also a little annoyed. This was just a polite remark. Who would take it so seriously? He stopped talking and just asked, "I want to borrow your way. I wonder if you can help me."

Li Zhuoguang nodded: "It's convenient, it's convenient, but the road is so narrow, and my sedan chair is too big to move. Why don't I ask them to lift the sedan chair, and you can crawl under it."

As soon as Li Zhuoguang finished speaking, the eight red-robed weirdos raised their sedan chairs, leaving a lot of space below. Even an adult could pass by bending down a little.

Jiumozhi also realized at this time that this person was looking for trouble. He stopped being polite and put his hands together and said, "Although the carriage is big, I think it can still be moved."

After saying that, he slashed forward with his palm, and there was a faint sound of wind blowing. But there was only a "clang" sound, and nothing else.

Jiumozhi's eyes widened. He had just used his flaming sword to chop the opponent's sedan chair in mid-air, hoping to split it and make the opponent fall. But he didn't expect that his flaming sword energy would not leave even a trace on the sedan chair except for a loud noise.

Could it be that the sedan chair was really made of metal? No, not just any metal. Even if it was made of forged steel, it would have left marks after being hit by this blow. It was impossible for it to be completely undamaged like it is now.

Li Zhuoguang sneered. The chariot made of mithril, even if Jiumozhi smashed his hands, he would not be able to leave a mark. "That's it? You used the flaming sword of the Dalun Temple just now, right? How come there is no fire at all? You should try mine."

As he spoke, Li Zhuoguang imitated Jiumozhi and chopped out with his palm. However, at the moment of chopping, his palm suddenly ignited with red flames, and the flames slashed through the air like a blade made of flames.

Li Zhuoguang did not want to kill Jiumozhi here, so the "Flame Blade" did not fly too fast, allowing Jiumozhi to dodge sideways.

However, the "flame knife" still cut a deep crack on the ground behind him. This might shocked Jiumozhi. He was definitely no match for such a master who was almost a god or demon. He immediately stepped on the wind and used all his internal strength to escape.

But before he could jump far, he saw a strange red tentacle passing by his side, blocking his way. Looking back, he saw that the tentacle flew out from the young man who called himself Li Zhuoguang, and he didn't know what kind of strange weapon it was.

Before he could respond, a large number of tentacles rolled towards him. No matter how he swung his palm like a wheel and slashed at the same place repeatedly, he could not hurt the tentacles at all. In an instant, he was tied up tightly.

All this happened so suddenly. Although Jiumozhi's followers were skilled in martial arts, they were not masters. Everything happened in a flash, and their master was captured.

However, none of them ran away, but took out the demon-subduing pestle and Tibetan knife they carried with them, and fought with Li Zhuoguang. They were all second sons or illegitimate children of their respective families. Their families spent a lot of effort to send them to Dalun Temple so that they could practice with the national master and go to other temples to become venerables in the future.

Now that the Imperial Master has been captured, if they escape, not only will their families’ noble status be stripped away, but even their own family members will be made into magical instruments for the Buddha to use.

Li Zhuoguang had no interest in these fearless people, so he poked Huang Shiren's fat ass. Huang Shiren understood, and stood up from the monk's position, with a gleam in his eyes, causing all the foreign monks to faint.

Li Zhuoguang pulled Jiumozhi over, looked at his horrified face and said, "I came here after passing through Tibet. The purpose of my Holy Healing Spiritual Cultivation Society is to help the world.

I really don't like your Tibetan ways. You turn civilians into instruments for rituals, call young girls "Ming Fei" for people to enjoy, build palaces with milk and sugar, and let starvation run rampant.

Your behavior has violated the teachings of my Holy Healing Spiritual Society, so my sect leader Zhang Xiaohong has issued a decree to wipe out filthy people like you from the land of Tubo.

Since we are going to do it, let you, the leader, start first."

Hearing that the other party was coming for him, he immediately became frightened and said, "No, I am the Tubo State Master, you can't do this."

Li Zhuoguang smiled and said, "The position of Imperial Master is not hereditary. If I kill one Imperial Master, I will just give one back to them."

Looking at the surrounding rocks, Li Zhuoguang picked a small hill that was not too far away and directly used the Red Wheel Reincarnation Explosion to crush the hill into pieces.

This method has already exceeded the scope of martial arts, and it frightened Jiumozhi so much that his mind was trembling. Could this be the devil coming to the world?
"Look, am I more like a national teacher than you? As for the evil temples in Tubo, I will go to each one to debate the Dharma. If I cannot win, then there is no need for them to exist."

Jiumozhi seemed to have grasped a flash of inspiration: "What if I can win the debate?"

"That proves that he is a promising talent. With a little guidance, he can continue to exist."

Jiumozhi heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the religious infighting was still going on. He had to find a way to survive first: "I am not talented, but I am willing to debate with you, Your Excellency." "Oh, really?" Li Zhuoguang glanced at him, waved his hand, and retracted the Crimson Touch to let Jiumozhi go. Then he asked him: "Religion plays an important role in society, affecting people's beliefs, culture, ethics and lifestyle. Question:

How does religious diversity affect social and cultural communication and integration?
What role does religious belief play in the formation of personal values ​​and codes of conduct?
In a society where multiple religions coexist, how can we balance the rights and interests of believers of different religions?

How can religious harmony and social tolerance be promoted through education and legal means? "

"This...is this?"

"This is one of the forms of debate in our spiritual society, called 'argumentation'. Now please give your answer."

"me……"

Li Zhuoguang shook his head in disappointment: "If you can't answer, then go to hell."

"Please spare my life, Your Excellency. I have been studying Buddhism and am not very good at other scriptures."

"Buddhism? How bizarre! Buddhism emphasizes compassion and saving all living beings. With your behavior, you still dare to say that you are well versed in Buddhism."

"Your Excellency, the teachings of Tibetan Buddhism are slightly different from those of other places."

Li Zhuoguang narrowed his eyes: "Are those 'differences' that I saw?"

"……Yes, it is."

"It's better to just destroy it."

"Your Excellency, please spare our lives. We can change."

"Change?" Li Zhuoguang pretended to look around, as if he had just seen the Tianlong Temple, and asked Jiumozhi: "There seems to be a temple over there, do you know it?"

Jiumozhi looked at the Tianlong Temple and answered honestly: "That is the ancestral temple of the royal family of Dali Kingdom - Tianlong Temple."

“Is it also a Buddhist temple?”

“It’s also a Buddhist temple.”

"Can a person be used as a magical instrument?"

"Never."

"Can young girls be used for sexual pleasure?"

"Never."

"Can we seize the food of the civilians?"

"Never."

With each answer, Jiumozhi's head lowered a little.

Li Zhuoguang stroked his chin and said with a smile, "It is consistent with what I have seen and heard along the way. It seems to be a serious Buddhist. Come on, follow me in."

Li Zhuoguang flicked his finger, and the magic ball hit Jiumozhi's butt. It hit his tailbone so hard that it almost broke, and he suddenly felt the urge to defecate. But he still resisted the urge, walked in front, and led the way for Li Zhuoguang.

(End of this chapter)