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Kongming of Fayan Temple is taking a nap.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, this inner disciple from Huayan Temple is as still as a mountain, with a profound posture like an old monk in meditation, he is actually taking a nap. This is also the basic skill that Buddhist disciples have practiced since childhood - how to make naps look like meditation is a science.

Although it is very noisy around, those Taoist cubs who have never seen the world are staring at Yunjing and pointing and talking in surprise, but it does not prevent Kongming from taking a nap out of boredom.

The Ascension Gate was originally a disciple selection ceremony within the Taoist sect, including the subsequent discussion meeting, which is also a grand event within the Taoist sect and has nothing to do with their Buddhist sect. Most of their Buddhist sects regularly collect some good seedlings with enlightenment and Buddhist affinity from believers for training, and they will not hold any grand disciple-taking ceremony.

However, in order to give face to the Taoist sect, every time the Ascension Gate is held, some large temples in the Buddhist sect will send senior officials to watch the entire ceremony, and of course they will bring some outstanding disciples to the discussion meeting to exchange ideas with the Taoist disciples.

This year, Shengxianmen is destined to have the least number of Buddhists.

The abbots of the Fahua Temple, Liudao Sect, Pure Land Sect and other Buddhist temples were all absent, and only a few Zen masters from the sect were sent to attend the ceremony. Even the number of outstanding disciples participating in the discussion meeting was much less than in previous years.

Such "slow treatment" did not cause dissatisfaction from the Taoist side.

These days, the Buddhist sect's search for the Buddha's son is no secret to the Taoist high-level. In order to find the Buddha's son, almost all the Zen masters and outstanding disciples in the hundreds of large and small temples of the Buddhist sect were sent out, working day and night, and wishing to dig three feet into the ground to find the whereabouts of the Buddha's son.

Compared with Shengxianmen, the Buddha's son is naturally much more important. So this time, the Buddhist sect sent a few people to Shengxianmen, and the rest were sent out to find the Buddha's son.

Speaking of the Buddha's son, Kongming thought of Master Huitong of the Pure Land Sect. That day, the master suddenly had a prophetic dream, dreaming of the birth of the Buddha's son.

When this incident came out, the entire Buddhist sect was shocked!

Buddha's son, that's a Buddha's son!

What is a Buddha's son? Born as a Buddha.

For ordinary people, practicing is a detour and an obstacle, but for a Buddha's son it is a smooth road and a journey. For him, practicing is just like eating and drinking. For a Buddha's son, bottlenecks and demons do not exist. As long as he practices step by step, he will definitely be able to cultivate a golden body and become a Buddha.

It is precisely because of such a heaven-defying qualification that he is called a Buddha's son.

In a sense, a Buddha's son is the symbol of Buddhism. He is the incarnation of Buddha in the world.

For many believers, a Buddha's son is equivalent to the reincarnation of Buddha, and is the spiritual sustenance and pillar of countless people.

So Buddhism must get a Buddha's son.

However, the difficulty lies here.

No one knows what a Buddha's son looks like, even Master Huitong, who saw a Buddha's son in a dream. After waking up, Master Huitong strangely forgot what a Buddha's son looked like.

This is also the protection of the Buddha to the Buddha's son. But it was hard for them.

There were countless boys in the world of cultivation and the mortal world, and they were looking for him blindly, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

If it were anyone else, they could still calculate the location, but this was a Buddha child! Buddha children were born with pure six senses, not stained by cause and effect, and blessed by gods and Buddhas, so they couldn't even calculate it!

Because they couldn't find the Buddha child, not only the abbot of their Fayan Temple was anxious, but even Kongming himself was worried about this matter every day these days. Even if he was taking a nap now, he couldn't help but worry about the safety of the Buddha child.

Master Huitong said: "Buddha children and Buddhism are predestined, there is no need to look for them deliberately, and they will meet if they are predestined."

So it can be seen that finding a Buddha child is like hitting the jackpot, and you may bump into him one day if you walk a few more roads.

To be honest, he would rather go find a Buddha child than sit here and take a nap out of boredom.

"Huh? This illusion... is interesting."

"How old is that child? Judging from the skeleton, he is only eight years old. At this age, he has such clear thinking and understanding... He is so smart."

"Too much wisdom will hurt..."

"If he can't let go of his fear, his path will be cut off, and he will be possessed by the devil and fall into the devil's way."

"Hey, don't you think it's strange? I was happy when I saw this child. I like him very much. This child really suits my taste."

Kongming moved his ears and opened his eyes. The Zen masters beside him were staring at the cloud mirror intently and whispering about something.

He felt an inexplicable movement in his heart and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

His junior brother, Kongyan, replied, "The fifth row, the eighth cloud mirror from left to right."

Kongming looked at it as he was told, and was caught off guard by a pair of glass eyes, which were shimmering, clear inside and out, and pure without any filth. For a moment, he was a little dazed.

Although this was only the first time they met, the boy gave Kongming a sense of familiarity. He was overjoyed when he saw the child, and his restless heart calmed down a lot these days.

While Kongming was dazed, Yunjing seemed to have changed again. The Zen masters screamed one after another. The Zen master who just said that the examinee would fall into the devil's way said excitedly: "Amitabha, all appearances are false, and so is fear. He saw fear, recognized fear, and then let go of fear, so that his mind was clear and empty. This boy has a deep Buddha nature! He should enter my Buddhist sect!"

"What's the use of this? This boy has such good qualifications, can those Taoists give us such good materials and beautiful jade?"

"Look, Xingyuan Zhenjun can't sit still."

"Zhenjun hasn't accepted a disciple for a hundred years, and I didn't expect him to come out today."

Kongming woke up from a dream. Seeing the Zen masters talking to each other, he was silent for a while and asked quietly, "Do you think he could be a child of Buddha?"

Thunderbolt struck the ground suddenly, and it was just like that. Zen masters from all schools were struck by this thunderbolt and felt dizzy, not knowing what day it was.

After a while, someone stammered and said, "So, his age seems to be right..."

"At a young age, he is very smart..."

"And he is talented and has a lot of Buddha nature..."

Everyone talked about it for a while, and after discussing it, they felt that the boy seemed to be... a child of Buddha?

But...

"This boy has a free mind, so he should go to our Zixiao Sword Sect!"

"This child has a free and tough mind, seemingly affectionate but ruthless, which is in line with our Taishang's principle that only when you are in love can you forget about love, so he should go to our Tiandao Sect!"

"No, this young master has great ambitions, and he wants to rule the world. Only the Confucianism of our Qingshan Mathematics can teach him how to educate the people and support the country!"

Not far away, the respected heads and elders of various sects quarreled until their faces turned red and their necks were thick, and they lost their manners, just like ordinary people fighting for the last juicy cabbage in the vegetable market.

Kongming was speechless, and looking at the Zen masters, they seemed to have practiced silent Zen, and the expressions on their faces were quite strange.

"This...what is this all about!" Kong Ming couldn't help but sighed, "A Buddhist disciple worshipping Taoism, isn't this nonsense!"

"Whether he is a Buddhist disciple or not is hard to say now. We will know after the exam is over."

The speaker is the old monk Hui Wu of the Pure Land Sect. In terms of seniority, he is the elder brother of the current abbot of the Pure Land Sect, Master Hui Tong, who had a precognitive dream. In addition, he is well versed in Buddhism and has a steady personality, so monks from all temples respect and believe in him.

So someone asked, "What if he is really a Buddhist disciple?"

Hui Wu raised his eyelids, and his calm pupils flashed with golden light, revealing an ancient golden majesty. "If he is really a Buddhist disciple, even if we have to rob him, we must snatch him back from Taoism. A Buddhist disciple must be in the Buddhist sect."

...

"Are you willing to worship me as your master?"

Le Jing blinked his eyes. The exam hasn't even ended yet, and this man is eager to accept a disciple?

"Sorry, I don't have any plans to become your disciple for the time being."

This Shengxianmen, on the surface, is a sect that selects disciples, but isn't it also the disciples who select the sect? Just like the annual college entrance examination, the admissions departments of prestigious schools will regularly stage a "war for talent". Le Jing is not stupid. Now that the exam is not over, he doesn't even know the details of this person, and he doesn't know much about the world of cultivation, so it's naturally impossible for him to become your disciple.

Xingyuan Zhenjun felt a little regretful, but he didn't intend to force it. Everyone has their own fate. At his age, he has already taken everything lightly. He just accepted a disciple because he loved talent and it was just a whim. Now that people are unwilling, it can only prove that there is no fate between them.

...

The old man disappeared as mysteriously as he appeared. The thick fog slowly dissipated, and Le Jing could finally see the surroundings clearly.

Everywhere he looked, he saw the candidates lying or lying, standing or standing, laughing and talking nonsense, happy or sad.

Su Jian was standing beside him. His eyes were blank, his expression was dull, and his body was stiff. He was obviously also trapped in the illusion.

What surprised Le Jing was the big wolf dog.

He was lying at Le Jing's feet, yawning, and was not affected by the illusion at all. When he found that Le Jing suddenly moved, he climbed up and wagged his tail happily.

Le Jing touched his head and laughed, "You are relaxed."

"Woof woof woof!"

"Okay, let's go."

Without the interference of the illusion, the cloud ladder is just an ordinary cloud ladder. No matter how long the cloud ladder is, it will always end.

Le Jing walked for about half an hour and finally saw the scenery at the end of the cloud ladder: a white jade gate and two gatekeepers.

The gatekeepers were dressed in white robes, with long hair fluttering, and they were full of fairy spirit. One of them held a sword and the other played the piano.

The sword light was sharp and the piano sounded long. No sun or moon was seen, only the white jade capital in the sky was seen.

Seeing Le Jing, the man holding the sword asked: "Who are you?"

"Le Jing."

"Why are you here?"

"Of course I came to practice Taoism."

"What is your Tao?"

The boy raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes were as hot as the morning sun, but also as clear as ice and snow, "My Tao is the freedom of all living beings."

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the man playing the piano looked up at him, "What is freedom?"

"To dominate your own destiny is freedom."

"What is the freedom of all living beings?"

"Farmers can be officials, officials can be carpenters, carpenters can be generals, and generals can farm. No one has to succumb to unreasonable rules and restrictions, this is the freedom of all living beings."

On the white cloud ladder, under the blue sky, the boy's eyes are pure, but with a firm determination to move forward and never give up.

The man playing the zither was silent for a moment, then asked, "How will you realize your way?"

"With mercy, with swords and guns, with rain and dew, with thunder and lightning, with tenderness, with blood."

Le Jing smiled gently, thinking aimlessly, and in a more middle school way, it was probably: Wherever my sword points is justice?

This time, the two of them were silent for a little longer.

Le Jing waited patiently.

Finally, the man holding the sword looked at Le Jing with a complicated expression, and nodded, "Forget it, you go in." The tightly closed door slowly opened.

"You are so young, how can you have such dangerous thoughts?" He muttered quietly: "I don't know which master will accept you as a disciple."

Le Jing smiled calmly and walked forward safely. The big wolf dog followed happily. Then there was a loud bang. He installed an invisible wall and could no longer move forward.

Le Jing turned his head and heard the sword-bearing man said coldly: "Dogs are not allowed in."