A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

The Lantau Mountain in the Western Regions governed the entire Western Regions through politics and religion, and had millions of believers and countless monks and soldiers.

To subdue such a force, one would naturally need to leverage its strength and forcibly subdue it; even the Northern Barbarians do not have this ability.

In a way, this place is also a pure land.

Confucianism has a natural advantage: it fits into class rule, transcends the three teachings, and does not compete with Buddhism and Taoism. However, Taoism has become the state religion of Liyang and Beimang, completely suppressing the influence of Buddhism.

Throughout the entire world, the two Zen temples and Mount Landa are the foremost.

Yet Mount Landa is completely unaffected by any power.

Li Dangxin and the three travelers arrived at this Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions.

"Master, have you been here before?"

Wu Nanbei, wearing a straw hat that was much smaller than his bald head and had a college degree, asked.

"Yes, that was twenty years ago. But this time I'll take you to see a grandmaster."

Li Dangxin gazed at this familiar place, the place where he had attained enlightenment.

"You know this place very well, so why don't you tell me how the power is distributed here?"

The traveler suddenly became interested, as he still didn't know how to persuade these monks to serve his master.

Using force is probably not an option.

Faith is an extremely mysterious thing.

Some people are willing to give everything for it, including their lives.

"Landuo Mountain in the Western Regions is a true Buddhist kingdom. It has at least 300,000 monks and tens of thousands of monk soldiers, among whom there are many masters."

If I wanted to leave, there would be no one to stop me, but if I really wanted to stay, it's not certain that I could leave.

Li Dangxin's words sounded rather mystical, and he intended to persuade the traveler that it was probably impossible to subdue the entire Western Regions by force.

Even he didn't have any good solutions.

The traveler grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and said, "Little monk, why don't you go and discuss the Dao with them? I have high hopes for you."

Wu Nanbei shook his head: "I can't argue with that."

"I'll pay extra, and I guarantee your teacher's wife and your future wife will never lack cosmetics."

The traveler continued using the money formula.

"You must not influence my disciple's mind."

Li Dangxin was well aware of Wu Nanbei's little schemes, but in this Buddhist world, wouldn't it be a waste for him to follow in his footsteps and marry his daughter?

The Traveler was originally an avatar of Ye Yun, so he naturally knew some of Ye Yun's methods.

Looking at this Buddhist land with its red walls and white tiles.

The monks of the past always wore perfectly neat clothes, without a single wrinkle. What kind of faith is this?

Seeing that the traveler was a little curious, Li Dangxin explained, "They are quite different from you, a fake monk who became a monk halfway through his life. The monks of Mount Landa have very strict rules and are all ascetic monks."

"Therefore, after you achieved success in Buddhism and Taoism, you were to marry and have children."

The traveler revealed a wicked smile.

Among all the Buddhists, the one who is most adept at playing tricks is Li Dangxin.

Drinking alcohol and eating meat is one thing, but getting married and having children is another.

I might as well return to secular life.

Li Dangxin ignored the mad monk.

Before long, the three of them arrived at a thatched hut.

A short while later, an old monk came out.

"Greetings, Senior Uncle!"

"North and South, this is our Grandmaster."

Li Dangxin clasped his hands together and bowed to the old monk.

"Greetings, Master."

Wu Nanbei, this clever little monk, followed his master Li Dangxin in bowing.

The old monk nodded slightly and looked at the traveler who was watching the entire Buddhist kingdom of the Western Regions.

"A familiar aura... Junior brother! You still chose him after all."

The old monk stepped forward and continued speaking to the traveler, "Presumably, this benefactor is Ye Yun!"

"Hehe! Old monk, your eyesight is poor. This humble monk is a wanderer."

The traveler learned to put his hands together in prayer.

"Hahaha, Bodhi has no tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand. Buddha-nature is always pure, where can dust settle? It's just a physical body. I never imagined that Taoist secret technique could have any effect."

"This humble monk is Liaowu! Greetings, Ye Jianxian."

The old monk immediately recognized that this was an avatar, and that the fortune of his junior brother, the holy monk Nagarjuna, resided within this body.

"This is boring. Anyone can tell whether someone is an expert or not."

The traveler had implicitly admitted his true identity.

"Besides worshipping Buddha, I usually like to pick up some luck. I never thought that the luck of Buddhism would actually be on you, young friend."

After finishing his words, the monk Liaowu turned and went back to his thatched hut.

Soon, he was holding a bowl of chicken soup.

"There's plenty more inside, North and South. Feel free to help yourself if you want some."

"Yes, Grandmaster."

The young monk then went straight into the thatched hut.

The traveler, however, showed a hint of surprise, his eyes flashing with golden light. The chicken soup in the old monk's hand was not so simple.

Only then did he realize that this enlightened monk was the same one who spouted chicken soup.

"Old monk, are you really going to give it to me?"

The traveler asked.

The Chicken Soup Monk asked with a smile, "I once thought that Cao Changqing could take it, but it turns out he is also a man of strong character. As your senior brother, I approve of your choice."

"I wonder if Benefactor Ye would be willing to take it?"

The old monk was serious.

The traveler suddenly closed his eyes.

A vortex suddenly formed in the sky.

A man dressed in a red robe emerged from the vortex.

It was Ye Yun himself.

With Ye Yun's current cultivation level, he can travel thousands of miles in spirit, and can be thousands of miles away with a single thought.

"Ye Yun greets the Holy Monk."

The moment the Chicken Soup Monk saw Ye Yun, he seemed to understand why his junior brother, the Holy Monk Longshu, had chosen Ye Yun and placed the future of Buddhism on him.

His cultivation was extraordinary, his fortune was perfect, and he possessed an imperial dragon aura.

"Greetings, young friend Ye Yun. I hope this bowl of chicken soup will be of some help to you."

The monk, holding the bowl of chicken soup in one hand, said...

Looking at the bowl of golden chicken soup, Ye Yun couldn't refuse.

The latter accepted.

With a single wave of his hand, he collected the scattered bits of fortune that the Chicken Soup Monk had gathered from the world over the years.

However, this also meant accepting some responsibility for protecting the faith and educating the people of the Western Regions.

"Be careful, you can follow him and perhaps go further."

After Ye Yun accepted the chicken soup, the Chicken Soup Monk showed a satisfied smile, and then continued, "Brother Longshu! The Dharma is not in external things, the Dharma is not based on words. My lotus has fallen, but the cycle of reincarnation continues."

Then, this enlightened monk passed away on the spot, and all his fortune and cultivation were transferred to Ye Yun.

Ye Yunzhi received it as a gift from two Buddhist Vajra masters.

One's own Qi and blood, and physical body become more perfect.

At this moment, even Li Dangxin's physical body is probably no match for Ye Yun's strength.

The only thing Ye Yun couldn't understand was why this motivational monk chose to pass away.

"My master does not enter the Buddha's realm because he is unwilling. He has already achieved perfection himself, but he cares more about spreading the Buddha's land and extending his compassion to all directions."

Ye Yun, do you understand?

Li Dangxin chanted Buddhist mantras to his senior brother, as a way of praying for his soul's salvation.

Above it, countless rays of Buddha's light formed.

The sound of Buddha's voice descended, and could be heard for miles around, so much so that many beings in this Buddhist land turned to Buddhism.