Chapter 118: The Evil Sect of Yangming

On the top of Coal Mountain, there is a Buddhist temple.

Whenever night falls, the melodious bells will float down from the mountain.

Yi Tusheng's heart was calm, and he admired the beautiful mountains and dense mountains around him. He thought to himself that Emperor Chongzhen didn't know where the crooked tree hanging on him was. He must appreciate it later. This is a strange tree of eternal age. He just sent a dog emperor to the Buddha's road to the West!

Emperor Nishio's right arm muscles were tense, his eyes narrowed into a slit, he pressed the hilt tightly, looked at the moon shadow in the sky, and said sternly: "There is less than two hours before the full moon, and I don't know what will happen then!"

Yi Tusheng snorted coldly, "What happened? Tell you, Nishio-kun, brothers asked you to come today to make it cheaper for you. Later, we will get the essence in the Azure Dragon Ball, and you can challenge Tokugawa Hidetachi with a swagger!"

"I don't believe in the so-called essence. We Japanese people only have one way to practice martial arts, which is to practice hard. There is no shortcut to this kind of thing!"

Yi Tusheng cursed in his heart, "The fucking lower-class people know nothing, but on the surface, he said: "We have extensive and profound culture in the Central Plains, and there are many things you don't understand. Today, let you see it."

The two of them wind up along a stone staircase of more than a thousand levels, and in a short while they arrived at the door of the Buddhist temple.

This Buddhist temple is ancient and strange. There is a clock tower with dust and rain stains in front of the temple gate. The melodious bell sound just now came from here. There are two statues of monks begging in front of the bell tower. The sculptures are clearly outlined and beautifully lined. The two pairs of eyeballs seem to have substance, staring at countless monsters and monsters in the world.

Most of the ancient temples are made of huge bluestone, with complex structures, and seven-story octagonal layers, representing the top seven-level Buddhist pagoda. There are doors on all sides, and the carvings of the tower are extremely gorgeous. In addition to Buddhist matters such as dragons, tigers, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, strong men, flying skyscrapers, etc., there is also an image of a middle-aged Confucian scholar dragging books. Moreover, this image is above all the images and is the most majestic. Yi Tusheng shook his head repeatedly and thought, Damn, how could a camel appear in the flock of sheep? It's really strange.

In addition to the special carvings of middle-aged Confucian scholars, Yi Tusheng also discovered that there was another relics pagoda behind the Main Hall. The entire pagoda was painted black and it looked like steel cast iron. Eight iron chains as thick as arms hang down from the octagon of the pagoda. Whenever a breeze blows, the chains and tower body will release a muffled sound. A golden dragon hovered along the outer edge of the pagoda to the top floor, swallowing the pearl on the top of the pagoda into its belly. This layout is rare in pagoda buildings, which made Yi Tusheng sincerely feel such an emotion - this is not like a temple, but like a cult altar.

Xiwei Liudada admires the scenery with regret: "This pagoda is handsome and tall, piercing the sky. If there are two ancient pine trees with twisted crowns, it will highlight the elegant aura here."

Yi Tusheng shook his head and said, "I always feel obedient. You said, why did Longdas and "my master" choose to duel in this ghost place? This temple is not in accordance with the rules everywhere, and has a unique style. The decoration of the building is in an extremely strange arrangement, giving people a feeling of returning to nature, that is, it is like a holy land of Zen, or a ghost creature in the demon world, and a bit over the various Buddhist sects. Do you feel it?"

"I can't understand everything you say. This is clearly a temple. You are moaning without any illness and are looking for trouble. You are overeating after eating too much." Nishio sighed.

"Xiweijun, your Chinese language has improved a lot, and I admire you!" Yi Tu felt quite frankly that he had no common language with this Japanese devil.

The stone steps were over, and the two arrived at the second mountain gate. The four words "Confucians have fate" were written on the door.

Yi Tusheng smiled bitterly and said, "Look, a temple of such a big one actually wrote a typo, and it still says there is no problem? It should be 'the one who enters the world', but why did it actually write the word 'Confucian Confucian'? This is too outrageous. Are the monks here all illiterate? It's impossible..."

The reason why Yi Tusheng immediately denied his words was because he found that the writing of these four words was vigorous and the writing was not the work of ordinary people.

How could such calligraphy write typos? It's so ridiculous and incredible.

"Hey, it's indeed a little bit wrong! Tushengjun, there's something wrong here!"

It is rare for Nishio to agree with Yi Tusheng once, and Yi Tusheng almost hugged him excitedly, "Why do you say this suddenly?" Nishio Emperor said seriously: "There is a big problem. Our Japan is a thousand-mile Buddha country, with Buddha light shining everywhere, and the people in the royal family believe in Buddhism and worship Buddha more. Therefore, I am very knowledgeable about Buddhist temples. Whenever I enter the door, there are Maitreya Buddhas, the Four Vajras, and then Wei Tuo offers a pestle, but this is not the case here!"

Yi Tusheng retorted: "You are full and you have nothing to do, I can't even understand what you say!"

Nishio smiled bitterly and said, "You can read if you don't understand. Look, all the scholars worshipped here are Confucian scholars, do you take a look?"

Yi Tusheng looked up and took a breath of air conditioning: "It's so weird. What's going on? I've never heard of it, let alone seen it!"

I have never seen such a temple when I traveled to Beijing before.

Yi Tusheng walked forward quickly and rushed into the mountain gate like a shuttle. In the Baishi Square in front of the seven-bedroom Grand Palace, two old monks were cleaning the fallen leaves, not caring about the uninvited guests who suddenly entered. The hall was filled with cigarette smoke, rising from the triangular furnaces in front of the three statues enshrined on the central axis.

Emperor Nishio, a talent who claims to be familiar with Buddhism, shook his head and said, "As far as I know, in ordinary temples, except for the three Buddhas of the Three Ages, the general ones are Vairocana Buddha, Medicine Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, and the three venerables. It is really strange that the Buddha did not wear a cassock, and I don't recognize any of them."

Yi Tusheng smiled bitterly and said, "I recognize these three people!"

"You recognize it? I don't believe that there are Buddhas in the world that I don't recognize. Tell me and listen!"

"These three 'Buddhas' are Confucius, Mencius, and Zhu Zi. It's not surprising that you don't recognize them, because they are the saints of our Han people!"

Nishiwei suddenly became stupid. He couldn't figure out what was going on after thinking about it. Yi Tusheng was also stupid and had never heard of Confucius enjoying incense in the monk temple. To be honest, this is a ancestral hall but it is not like it. All the patterns create the solemn and profound atmosphere of the temple, full of religious appeal.

No matter how ignorant Yi Tusheng knew, he had never been a religion. But what was going on? He could no longer help but decide to ask what was going on.

"Master, what is this temple? Why don't you offer to Bodhisattvas but to Confucius instead?"

The monk who swept the floor lowered his curtain, He Shi held the beads and smiled and said, "The donor doesn't know that this is the holy land of Confucianism, the place where Wang Yangming, the founder of the Yangming School, achieved enlightenment, Yangming Temple!"
Chapter completed!