How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

The Bodhi seed returned along the thread and disappeared into his brow.

It spun around on the mountaintop, its purpose unclear for a while, seemingly lacking even the instruction manual that came with the "Illusion-Dispelling Needle"...

The Buddha Sea slowly closed.

The endless Buddha light above Baima Temple dissipated.

Zhou Wenju raised his eyes and saw four bald heads in front of him, the sky behind them, and the incense smoke rising from the sky, which had just been disturbed but was now back to normal.

"Greetings to the Buddhist scribes!" A voice came from the left-hand Buddhist pavilion, accompanied by a row of old monks bowing.

"I have met a Buddhist scholar who has written scriptures!" (From the Buddhist pavilion on the right, follow.)

This is the basic etiquette that eminent Buddhist monks observe when addressing those who are reciting scriptures.

The Buddhist scriptures benefit the entire Buddhist community, and every member of the Buddhist community must hold them in high esteem when facing the scripture.

"I have met the Buddhist scriptures writer!" Master Huiyuan finally bowed before Zhou Wenju.

Zhou Wenju smiled faintly: "Master Huiyuan, I have forcibly formed a good connection with Buddhism. According to Buddhist rules, am I not required to avoid the sutra-discussion gatherings?"

Upon hearing this, the monks exchanged bewildered glances.

They had just been immersed in the boundless Buddhist and Taoist wisdom of the Diamond Sutra, their minds still wandering.

It wasn't until they heard these words that they realized Zhou Wenju's intention in writing the sutra.

The monastic discipline hall of Baima Temple wanted to expel him from the mountain, arguing that the Buddhist "Pulan Sutra Assembly" was about to be held and the temple could not keep a layman.

He didn't want to go down the mountain, so he wrote a scripture.

Do those who wear scriptures need to avoid "scripture gatherings"?

This is the soul-searching question he posed after writing the sutra.

Look at that question...

The author wrote down new scriptures for Buddhism, benefiting Buddhist communities worldwide.

You allow those who study scriptures to avoid the special meetings for research and discussion?

No matter how unreasonable it is, this is still unreasonable, isn't it?

Huiyuan's face broke into the first smile of the morning: "Those who write scriptures benefit the Buddhist community. If they are monks, they should be teachers to all monks; if they are laypeople, they are also honored guests of the Buddhist community. How could the Buddhist community refuse them? How dare we refuse them? Naturally, there is no need to avoid them!"

Behind Zhou Wenju, Lin Nongyue's eyes darted about...

How come he can solve any problem, no matter how difficult?

Even the Buddhist monks, who are detached from worldly affairs, were captivated by him in an instant.

"Master, you said it benefits Buddhism, and I acknowledge that it does indeed benefit Buddhism. However, it may not necessarily benefit the White Horse Temple where you reside!"

Everyone was stunned at the same time.

Huiyuan's smile suddenly froze.

"What does Young Master Zhou mean?"

"Master, as a member of the Buddhist order and the head of the Discipline Hall, you should know that those who compose scriptures possess a special privilege called the power of sealing!" Zhou Wenju said. "Master, why don't you guess whether I will exercise this power of sealing at your White Horse Temple?"

These words were like a thunderbolt from the blue!

Just now, the Diamond Sutra was published. Those eminent monks from all over the country and from all the mountains were extremely envious of the White Horse Temple. Why? Because a great sutra was born here. The White Horse Temple, which was previously unknown, immediately transformed into the "temple of the birth of the sutra" and its status in the Buddhist world will be turned upside down.

But now, this person who wrote the sutra is actually going to use his privileges as a sutra writer to shut down the White Horse Temple?

Once banned, the White Horse Temple's rise to prominence through its scriptures will be completely over...

No, that's not all!

They were simply knocked down into the mud.

Because temples also emphasize lineage and tradition.

Temples also have a hierarchy.

All other temples in the world have complete scriptures they have studied, but your White Horse Temple's scriptures are incomplete. You are a crippled child in the Buddhist world. What status do you have to talk about? What followers do you want?

Status and believers are the lifeblood of a temple!

It can be said that whether the Diamond Sutra was banned or allowed was the key to whether the White Horse Temple was elevated to a first-class status or relegated to a ninth-class status.

Hui Yuan wasn't stupid; he instantly grasped the danger and a cold sweat broke out on his back: "Young Master Zhou is joking..."

"Just kidding, hehe..." Zhou Wenju raised his right hand, his precious brush pointing straight to the sky: "I, Zhou Wenju, in my capacity as the author of the Diamond Sutra, hereby issue this decree of prohibition: In all Buddhist temples throughout the land, if any temple houses the monk Huiyuan, all monks are strictly forbidden from studying the Diamond Sutra!"

With a thunderous roar, the precious brush emitted a burst of Buddhist light that shot into the sky, as if erecting a precept monument.

All eight hundred monks at the White Horse Temple stood up at the same time.

The monks on both sides of the Buddhist pavilion paled in shock.

The lockdown order has actually been issued!

It wasn't the White Horse Temple that was banned; it was Huiyuan himself who was banned! No, it should be called a censorship!

A person who is not even a Buddhist is banning eminent Buddhist monks, and doing so across the entire world!

Such a strange thing has never been seen in the world.

But he is qualified nonetheless.

Because he was the author of the Diamond Sutra.

He possesses special privileges granted by the Heavenly Dao.

As long as Huiyuan is at Baima Temple, he will not be allowed to study the scriptures. Even if Huiyuan leaves Baima Temple, no temple in the world will dare to take him in. If they do, they will violate the ban and all the monks in the temple will be forbidden from studying the Diamond Sutra!

Other temples allow enlightenment, but your temple forbids it. Even if your temple has a stellar reputation, it will still have to be stripped bare. Which temple would bear the enormous loss of a "great decline in temple status" and take in Huiyuan?

So ruthless!

Such a resolute decision!

This is the bizarre thing that this seemingly refined and polite person did, something that shocked everyone.

Hui Yuan was utterly shocked: "Young Master Zhou, don't you think this is a bit too ruthless?"

"Ruthless?" Zhou Wenju laughed heartily. "I am a worldly man, and I have never believed in the Buddhist mantra of 'repaying evil with good,' but rather in the worldly law of 'it is impolite not to reciprocate!' If Master Huiyuan has the magnanimity of Buddha 'cutting his own flesh to feed the eagle,' he might as well take off his white horse robe, cancel his registration at White Horse Temple, leave the White Horse Mountain Gate, and leave this Zen school that gave you birth and nurtured you a pure land where you can freely study the scriptures!"

Huiyuan's face was contorted.

The omnipresent demeanor of eminent Buddhist monks vanished at this moment.

His Buddhist heart was shrouded in shadow.

He was caught in a dilemma...

The ban has been issued and cannot be changed.

If he stays at Baima Temple, the temple will suffer as a result and remain incomplete.

If he leaves the White Horse Temple, where will the Buddhist community in the world go?

He had cultivated for seven hundred years and spent the rest of his life in Buddhism. However, just because he angered the person in front of him, his path in Buddhism was cut off on the spot. This unparalleled monk, who was proficient in both cultivation and Buddhism, stepped into a dead end.

A voice rang out, full of compassion: "Amitabha, Huiyuan, depart, depart!"

As soon as the sound was heard, a huge Dharma image appeared on the highest Buddhist hall, none other than the Abbot Master Du Ling.

"Abbot!" Huiyuan bowed deeply, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"This old monk already knows the truth. All grudges have their causes! Let it end, let it end! Amitabha..." Abbot Faying clasped his hands in prayer in the void.

Huiyuan felt a chill run through him, but a sudden sense of unease arose within him.

The abbot spoke calmly, but his statement, "I already know the matter; both gratitude and resentment have their causes," filled him with trepidation...

Huiyuan took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and took off his kasaya!

The robe was folded once or twice and laid on the ground, with prayer beads and a prayer disc placed on top of it.

Bowing once to the heavens, twice to the Buddhist hall, and three times to the Buddhist pavilion…

They left the temple!

Luoyang, the capital city.

The Eastern Palace.

Donglai Pavilion. Enjoy reading thousands of excellent books, including "How Can You Cultivate Immortality Without Learning Modern Knowledge?"

As the sun rose and the purple aura rose from the east, the prince smashed his teacup to pieces with a loud crash.

His still relatively young face was covered in dark lines.

Below him, Bai Luoshui stared at the scene of Baima Temple depicted on the screen wall in front of him, which was represented by a chessboard, and his face was also full of black lines.

Everything that happened at the White Horse Temple went unnoticed in the capital. Even with the Buddha's shadow soaring into the sky and the sea of ​​Buddha opening, the people in Luoyang, far away, could not discover it because of the separation between the Buddhist gate and the secular world.

However, Bai Luoshui could enjoy the view behind closed doors with the Crown Prince at Donglai Pavilion.

Because he practices the way of chess.

He possessed a treasured artifact from his master's school called the "Chess Board".

The chessboard clearly transmitted everything that happened at the White Horse Temple to the Crown Prince's eyes.

The whole thing was a scheme he orchestrated.

Including yesterday's discussion at Zuixinglou.

This includes the expulsion of guests from Baima Temple today.

This also includes last night's Taoist flower "seeking an opportunity," and of course, the subsequent arrangements after Zhou Wenju was expelled from Baima Temple...

He was confident in everything he did, and even though his meticulously planned "Drunken Star Discussion" was completely unrecognizable, he never lost his confidence.

However, Zhou Wenju once again deviated from his pre-set chessboard.

He can actually write scriptures!

A copy of the Diamond Sutra suddenly appeared, and he became a scribe in Buddhism. Using his privileges as a scribe, he reversed the order and expelled the head of the Discipline Hall... Yes, the reverse! The original plan was for the head of the Discipline Hall to expel him according to Buddhist rules, but he turned the tables and expelled the head of the Discipline Hall.

Bai Luoshui entered the Dao through chess, and all his schemes, whether overt or covert, were successful.

Therefore, he is the stabilizing force by His Highness the Crown Prince's side.

However, after encountering Zhou Wenju, none of his plans succeeded, and he suffered repeated defeats.

His mindset subtly changed...

He seemed to hear Zhou Wenju's parting words: "If I were to go to the capital, I might be interested in witnessing His Highness the Crown Prince's timeless elegance, but I might not even notice what lies beneath his feet. If I were to rashly promise Brother Bai anything, I might forget who Brother Bai is later, which would be extremely impolite!"

That statement was so jarring.

Such rudeness.

Such contempt.

The more hatred Bai Luoshui felt that day, the more insane she became now.

Since Zhou Wenju arrived in the capital, he had not met Bai Luoshui. The two had a contest of wits from afar, and Bai Luoshui's carefully planned strategy was easily dismantled by him, causing several of his important figures to pay a heavy price.

"It's one thing for He Wenxin to have his wings clipped, but Huiyuan... this head of the Discipline Hall is a pawn I planted in Buddhism at great expense. Now he's been blacklisted by the entire Buddhist community, and all my years of hard work have come to naught!" The Crown Prince slowly stood up.

His voice remained calm, but the weighty words of someone who had long held a high position still made Bai Luoshui's heart pound.

Bai Luoshui quickly stood up: "It was my fault! I am ashamed before Your Highness!"

"Sir, you have never made a mistake in the past, but recently you have suffered quite a loss because of this boy. I hope that you will act more prudently in the future and not fail the heavy trust I have placed in you!"

Bai Luoshui felt her blood run cold.

The crown prince's voice remained calm, but his eyes now held an expression he had never shown before.

He knew that from this moment on, his position in the Crown Prince's heart was no longer what it once was...

Losing trust is a fatal trap for top strategists.

Let's turn our attention back to the Western Hills.

The bustling noise of the past has subsided at Baima Temple, which has returned to its former tranquil state.

The abbot bowed to Zhou Wenju, the author of the sutra, and Zhou Wenju returned the bow, and then...

Then he returned to the meditation room behind him.

The door to the quiet room closed, and a figure looked up from beside the coffee table; it was Chung-ba.

No one knows when he arrived.

"Brother Zhong!" Zhou Wen performed a scholar's greeting.

"Brother Zhou!" Zhongba stood up: "I am truly shocked today! How could Brother Zhou write such a profound Buddhist scripture?"

Shock……

This was an unavoidable vocabulary during his interactions with Zhou Wenju.

But he added the word "truly," showing that even though he had developed a certain immunity to Zhou Wenju's talent, he was still greatly shocked.

Zhou Wenju scratched his head: "There's nothing wrong with that, is there? I'm of pure character and simple mind, it's normal for me to have a natural Buddhist nature."

"Pure-hearted? Simple-minded?" Chung-hachi looked at him with a sour expression: "You can probably only fool this girl with those words, right?"

Lin Nongyue was displeased and jumped out: "Who do you think you are? Do you think I'm that easy to fool? The first time I met him, I knew he had absolutely nothing to do with being kind and honest..."

"Hey...we're all comrades in the same trench, there's no need to undermine each other like this, is there?" Zhou Wenju couldn't take it anymore.

"That's right! Sit down and have a cup of tea, I want to talk to you about something!" Chung-hachi raised his hand and threw two cups of tea at the two of them at the same time.

This shows that Lin Nongyue is not treated like an outsider. Lin Nongyue is someone you trust, and she has her own place in the family. She is not pretentious and sat down first.

Zhou Wenju sat down and picked up his teacup: "What would you like to talk about?"

"The Diamond Sutra is your 'gain' today, which you probably don't want to discuss in detail, so let's skip it. How about we talk about your 'loss' today?" Zhongba said.

"lose?"

"Yes, you shouldn't have used such force today. A highly respected monk in Buddhism, who has cultivated for over seven hundred years, had his path cut off by your words just because of a single instruction to enforce the precepts. It's inappropriate both emotionally and logically. Brother Zhou has at least lost the 'way of forgiveness' and the 'heart of understanding'."

"Just because of a single instance of enforcing the precepts?" Zhou Wenju asked. "Brother Zhong, do you really think that his intervention today was merely fulfilling his duty?"

"I was just at the foot of the mountain when I was drawn up by the Diamond Sutra. I don't know the whole story yet. Could there be some hidden story behind this?" Zhongba said.

"With everyone watching, what secrets could there be? To everyone, the head of the Discipline Hall was simply fulfilling his duty by knocking on the door to ask us to leave today!" Zhou Wenju said. "However, I knew last night that he would definitely come to ask us to leave today!"

"You knew yesterday?" Chung-pachi and Lin Nong-yue were both surprised, keenly noticing the unusual timing.

"Yes, to be precise, I know about Drunken Star Pavilion."

A turbulent aura flickered in Chunghachi's eyes as he slowly raised his teacup: "That person... told you?"

"Yes! That person cultivates the Way of Music and has a technique called 'Heavenly Sound Stabilizing Waves,' which can detect the literary transmissions of others. He told me that when I was discussing the Way at Drunken Star Tower, there was a private room on the top floor where several people devised a plan to eliminate me before His Majesty's decree was issued! Last night, when I left Drunken Star Tower, Brother Zhong protected me, so they had no chance. The new opportunity is: if Huiyuan, the head of the Discipline Hall, comes forward, he can expel me from the temple. As long as I stay overnight in Luoyang City and leave the forbidden killing zone, they will have a chance to achieve their original goal."

Lin Nongyue's expression changed.

This was something she was completely unaware of.

Chung-hachi's expression also changed: "Who devised the plan in the private room?"

"The Crown Prince's favorite, Bai Luoshui, and two vice ministers, He Fang and Li Zhongze, are actually my old rivals. On the day my brother Zhong left Lingnan, they launched an assassination attempt against me."

Chungpachi gently set down his teacup.

His expression was extremely serious.

Because this matter involves someone who cannot be spoken of...

Your Royal Highness!

In the imperial court, His Majesty is the supreme ruler, and the Crown Prince... is the heir apparent!

The crown prince is also a ruler; how can he be discussed?