I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

The crowd immediately gathered around.

Old Luo had already put on the brocade cassock. The cassock was shimmering with light and exuded a precious aura, which softened his originally fierce and muscular face.

Luo's robust physique also gave him a dignified and solemn appearance; at first glance, he really did look like a highly accomplished monk.

"Brother Ning, what were you doing flying up there just now? Who were you talking to?"

Tang Hao quickly asked.

"Yes, Ning Chen, what's with Teacher Luo's robe? Is it really true that a robe fell from the sky?"

Wu Da knelt and prayed for a long time, but no food came out. He couldn't help but pat the dust off his knees, stand up and ask.

Ning Chen didn't hide anything and said in a deep voice.

"That was Guanyin Bodhisattva just now, and this robe is also her work. I have already negotiated the terms for passing through with her."

He then recounted the details of the three matches.

After listening, Lao Luo patted his chest confidently.

"Listening to sutras? Discussing Zen? Is it that simple? Leave it all to the master! Before, the master was the abbot of Shaolin Temple. He didn't just study the scriptures for nothing. Now, with this precious kasaya protecting him, he feels that the scriptures in his mind have become clearer! We have a great chance of winning the first sutra listening session and the second Zen discussion session! As long as we win these two sessions, there's no need to even have the third contest! It's a sure win!"

Everyone chimed in with their own comments.

"We might not be good at discussing Zen, but listening to a sutra shouldn't be a problem!"

"Don't worry, Brother Ning, we can finally be of some use this time!"

Seeing everyone's confident demeanor, Ning Chen quickly offered a word of caution.

"The power of Buddhism should not be underestimated. We'll see how it goes. Let's go to the Zen temple first."

Ning Chen was well aware of Buddhist methods, especially the preaching and expounding of scriptures. It seemed peaceful, but in reality, it definitely contained a powerful force to convert people's hearts and minds. It was by no means as simple as ordinary chanting.

The group headed towards the Guanyin Temple, where incense burned brightly.

As soon as we arrived at the mountain gate, a group of monks came out to greet us.

The leading old monk, dressed in a magnificent robe and holding a tin staff, was none other than Elder Jinchi.

Behind him followed two middle-aged monks. One had a bright and cunning look in his eyes, and was probably Guangzhi. The other was calm and taciturn, and was probably Guangmou.

When Elder Jinchi saw the crowd, he smiled broadly, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a booming voice.

"Amitabha! This humble monk Jinchi, along with his disciples Guangzhi and Guangmou, respectfully welcomes all distinguished guests to our temple! A few days ago, I received a decree from Guanyin Bodhisattva, informing me that distinguished guests would be arriving today and that I should receive them with the highest Buddhist etiquette. I apologize for not being able to greet them properly! Please, distinguished guests, invite them in!"

He spoke politely, but his gaze was fixed on the shimmering brocade cassock on Lao Luo, and a greedy glint flashed in his eyes!

The light flashed and disappeared in an instant, quickly concealed by his respectful posture with lowered eyes.

"Elder, you're too kind."

Ning Chen returned the greeting on behalf of everyone, his tone calm and composed.

"Since this is the Bodhisattva's decree, we will be imposing on you!"

"Exactly!"

Elder Jinchi's smile widened as he led everyone into the temple, speaking solicitously.

"The vegetarian meal has been prepared. Please have some vegetarian dishes and snacks and rest for a while. In the afternoon, in the Great Buddha Hall, I, along with all the monks of the temple, will recite the Lotus Sutra for you, our distinguished guests. This is the supreme classic of Buddhism, which enlightens the mind and awakens wisdom. After the sutra recitation, we will discuss Buddhist teachings and Zen principles with you and talk about the gate to liberation."

Ning Chen and the others were already aware of the arrangements and had no objections.

After enjoying a sumptuous and exquisite vegetarian meal, everyone was led to the main hall.

The Buddha statues inside the hall are solemn, and the air is filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

According to the rules, those listening to the sermon must sit quietly on prayer cushions, with at least three people in total.

Ning Chen, confident in his Dao Integration Realm cultivation and stable Dao Heart, and bearing the true meaning of the Tao Te Ching, was unafraid of the Buddhist chants and took the seat of honor without hesitation.

Wearing a brocade kasaya, Lao Luo felt blessed by the precious garment and was full of confidence. Having served as the abbot of Shaolin Temple for more than ten years, he had a certain immunity to Buddhism and sat down calmly.

The last person, however, was in a dilemma.

If a person who has just entered the Taoist path is converted by the Buddhist path, their Taoist journey will be interrupted, which is equivalent to cutting off their own future.

Wu Da glanced at everyone, feeling a little uneasy, but he mustered his courage.

His aptitude was slightly inferior, and his progress in cultivation had always been at the bottom of the pack. At this moment, he felt that he had finally found a place to use his talents.

He gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Brother Ning, teacher, I'll take the third spot!"

Upon seeing this, Elder Jinchi clasped his hands in praise.

"You are incredibly kind, benefactor!"

Elder Jinchi, along with Guangzhi and Guangmou, led dozens of monks from the temple to sit in a large circle around Ning Chen and the others, surrounding the three of them in the center.

"Amitabha!"

Elder Jinchi chanted the Buddha's name loudly and solemnly.

"Distinguished guests, please listen attentively to the Buddha's wondrous voice!"

Immediately, the chanting of sutras began!

At first, only Elder Jinchi spoke up, but then Guangzhi and Guangmou joined in.

Then, dozens of monks echoed in unison!

The chanting of sutras layered upon layer, converging into a mighty torrent. Each sound of chanting entered the ear with a strange magic, penetrating straight into the depths of the heart and soul!

"Thus have I heard. At one time the Buddha was staying in the city of Rajagaha, on Mount Gijjhakuta, together with a great assembly of twelve thousand monks, all of whom were Arhats, who had exhausted all defilements, were free from all afflictions, had attained their own benefit, eradicated all fetters of existence, and were at ease with their minds..."

hum!

In an instant, the scene before Ning Chen's eyes changed drastically!

A vast golden Buddhist kingdom appeared out of thin air, and the majestic and solemn Tathagata Buddha sat on a nine-tiered lotus throne, radiating immeasurable light and immeasurable life!

Surrounding him were countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Vajra protectors, densely packed, radiating brilliant light, majestic and sacred!

The mere sight of the Buddha's image is enough to make one want to bow down and worship, to let go of all attachments, and to merge with the power of this eternal pure land!

This is not an illusion, but rather the purest Buddhist vow power and the spiritual pressure formed by the scriptures, attempting to change the mind of the listener and subtly convert them!

Wu Dajin was the first to be hit. His face turned ashen, beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his body trembled violently.

He only held on for a moment before his eyes began to glaze over, and he began to mutter unconsciously.

"Thus have I heard: At one time the Buddha was staying in Rajagaha, on Mount Gijjhakuta..."

Wu Da followed along, chanting scriptures, and was on the verge of falling into depravity.

Old Luo also grunted, silently recalling the European and American adult films he had watched, and silently chanting in his heart, "Form is not emptiness, emptiness is not form," in order to try his best to resist the all-pervasive power of salvation.

Fortunately, he had served as the abbot of Shaolin Temple for more than ten years. Although he was not an expert in Buddhism, he had some resistance through daily chanting.

But faced with that vast Buddhist landscape, he felt as if he were carrying a mountain on his back, veins bulging on his forehead, struggling to hold on, on the verge of succumbing.

All the gods and Buddhas focused their gaze on Ning Chen, and endless Sanskrit characters drilled into Ning Chen's sea of ​​consciousness.

Tang Hao and Sun Rongrong watched from outside the hall. There was only a group of monks chanting scriptures, while Ning Chen and the others sat there, seemingly about to fall asleep.

But only the three people in the inner circle knew just how much pressure they were under.