Buddhism slanders Xiao Tiezhun, the reason is very simple.
Back then, Zen Master Miaoshan wanted to make a blood sacrifice to avoid disaster, but ended up losing the battle and dying, which was equivalent to ending the inheritance of Buddhism.
At first, Buddhist monks wrote books to slander him. Later, ordinary monks did not know the details and added their own opinions when commenting on the scriptures. They truly believed that Xiao Tiezhun was the enemy of Buddha.
It has been two hundred years since Xiao Tiezhun died.
After ten generations of mortal life, under the influence of Buddhist scriptures, countless believers believed that he was the devil who destroyed the world.
The Daoist sect still wanted to have some dignity and only classified Xiao Tiezhun as Outer Dao and did not include him among the sages. The bottom line is that he hindered too many monks back then.
Don't dare to speak when you are alive, but when you are dead, you will throw dirty water at will!
"How to rectify Fellow Daoist Xiao's name?"
"Kill all the Buddhists?"
Zhou Yi immediately denied that Buddhist disciples are now mortals and wanton killing is no different from evil spirits.
Being bloodthirsty is a taboo in spiritual practice!
"How about revealing the magic Divine Ability and becoming a national master, thereby rewriting the sect's classics and respecting Daoist fellow Xiao as the ancestor?"
"This method seems good, but it is too cumbersome and may not be effective if it takes decades. The influence of Buddhism and Daoism over two hundred years, recognized by hundreds of millions of believers, cannot be reversed overnight!"
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and had a vague idea in his mind.
Buddhism and Daoism took two hundred years to slander, but it can take two thousand years to clean it up, and there is no need to do it yourself.
"The time is mine!"
"In addition to practicing, I will call on three or five people who are destined to help me rectify Daoist Xiao's name."
Zhou Yi Thinking of this, most of the anger in his heart dissipated.
He has been in seclusion under the sea for more than three hundred years, with no one to communicate with him for a long time. The only one beside him is Spirit Ginseng Child, who is not smart. Zhou Yi has long been depressed.
After coming out of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, I wandered along the street, just like the beautiful Monkey King who had just entered the world. Everything I saw was interesting.
Zhou Yi spent money to buy all kinds of food and gadgets as soon as he saw them. No matter how much he ate, it turned into nothingness in his stomach. After shopping around for four or five streets in a row, he felt a little full.
"Keep warm thoughts..."
Zhou Yi came to the old place by familiar means, but Spring Breeze Pavilion turned into a pawn shop. After asking around, I found out that Yiren Quarter had been moved to Yiren Quarter.
"After 1,200 years, there has been some change. Otherwise, even a poor Daoist would suspect that some old monster is behind the scenes!"
Yiren Quarter is located on the edge of the West Market. When Zhou Yi arrived at the boundary, we discovered that it was a street called Pleasure Quarter. From a distance, we could smell the strong smell of powder and heard the crisp screams of the girls.
"Uncle, come and play!"
The orioles sing and the swallows dance with red sleeves, and it is always spring with its brilliant colors.
Zhou Yi walked back and forth on the street twice, and immediately abandoned the old place and chose Pleasure Quarter named Garden of Fragrances.
Expensive ones are usually not bad.
"It's not that I don't miss old friendships, it's just that the requirements are a bit high!"
Celebrate half a month and indulge in the rolling world of mortals.
Zhou Yi The coldness and loneliness that have been carried away by the long-term retreat have become more popular under the warm hospitality of the girls.
Leave from Pleasure Quarter and go all the way back to Qianjing's former residence.
The courtyard is clean and tidy, with no fallen leaves or dust. Apparently someone comes to clean it from time to time.
There are two thousand-year-old trees in the courtyard, which are green and green. It is the hot summer, and the purple-red grapes are exuding the fragrance.
"Still alive?"
Zhou Yi looked surprised. After careful inspection, he found that two ancient trees showed signs of demonization.
Transforming into a tree Wicked Empress's lifespan will be greatly increased, but it will not give rise to spiritual wisdom. It will take a long time to cultivate spiritual energy before one can truly become a tree demon.
Due to the care of Zhou Yi, the jujube trees and grapevines lived long enough. Under the influence of the spiritual energy emitted by the broken ancestral veins, they began to transform towards Demon Race.
However, the time was too short, and the spiritual energy was exhausted before spiritual wisdom could be born.
"Since I came to this world, I have been with you two. This is still the case after thousands of years. It can be said that we have a deep fate!"
Zhou Yi pinched the thousand-year-old jujube trees and grape vines with his hands. Storage Bag then went to look at the house. There was nothing left to miss, so he turned into light and left.
Bai family's ancestral grave.
Zhou Yi landed in front of Lao Bai's tomb, burning paper to pay homage and talking nonchalantly.
"Lao Bai, long life is good. I have been hiding here and there for more than a thousand years. If I am alive, I will be invincible!"
"That's not right. There are still a few old guys in the world who are using evil methods to try to survive the catastrophe. Pindaoding will dig them out one by one and let them bask in the sun and lose their souls in sweet dreams!"
"There's nothing else going on, just scattered here and there. I've communicated with a hundred and eighty oirans..."
"Let's go now. I'll show off to you later when I'm free!"
Zhou Yi turned into escaping light and flew towards White Cloud Peak southwest of Qianjing.
There are only some traces of bricks and tiles left in the Daoist temple on White Cloud Peak, but the underground palace three hundred feet underground is intact. I walked around the main hall, Spirit Fire Hall, Scripture Hall and other places, and missed the past.
Then, paper was burned in front of the tombs one by one, and cups of Spiritual Wine were sprinkled on them to pay homage.
Return to the top of the mountain.
Zhou Yi arranges Formation Restriction, shrinks the ground two hundred feet into fine dust, spits out Jianmu Tree and plants it in the center.
Wisps of spiritual energy radiated out, and the ginseng doll couldn't wait to jump out, breathing heavily to replenish the lost Mana. Since Spirit Stones's spiritual objects have long been exhausted, Beast Taming Pouch is empty, and it's not pleasant to stay inside.
"The mountain is not high, as long as there are immortals, it is famous!"
"This White Cloud Peak sounds too ordinary. It should be changed to a louder name..."
Zhou Yi caressed his chin, thinking that he could be a little more arrogant, so as not to live up to the title of No. 1 in the world.
"Besides, changing the name can also conceal the true location, so that no one will always come to disturb the poor Daoist practice."
Being arrogant does not hinder your cautious nature!
Build a Daoist temple, cultivate Spirit Field, and then do divination every day, ripen Jianmu Tree, and comprehend Daoist Canon...
One day in the mountains means ten years in the world.
Jianmu Tree is already more than two feet tall. Even without Creation Jade Dew's irrigation, the spiritual energy it emits can supply Zhou Yi's practice, and the practice speed is slightly accelerated.
This day.
Zhou Yi meditates and practices Star Constellation Secrets, drawing the light of the stars into the body. After integrating with the spiritual energy, it is refined into Mana, and finally merged into the golden elixir.
Plop!
A sound came from outside, followed by screams one after another.
"Finally someone is here?"
Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, stood up and walked out of the Daoist temple, and saw a young man in brocade clothes flying in the air.
Spirit Ginseng Child waved a hoe to cast a spell, and a red vine tied the boy up and down, left and right, making him scream in fright.
"Presumptuous!"
Zhou Yi reprimanded. "You bully the weak. It seems that there is too little work arranged for you."
Spirit Ginseng Child quickly put the boy down, shouldered the hoe, and dragged Blood Vine Demon away, burrowing into the ground without showing his head.
The young man had a handsome face, but his brocade clothes had several holes in them and blood was still seeping out. He tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart and bowed to salute.
"Meet the Immortal!"
"A poor person cannot be called an immortal."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly and said, "Who are you, and how did you stray into a poor Daoist practice?"
"I am Qing Kingdom, prince Qin Zheng. On my way back from my mission to Daqian, I was intercepted by an assassin and inexplicably entered the immortal's residence while escaping."
Qin Zheng bowed and bowed again. "Please forgive me for disturbing the immortal!"
"That's it."
Zhou Yi admired Qin Zheng's calmness and said, "Kunlun Mountain few outsiders can come in, but getting out is easy, just stay for one year."
"Kunlun Mountain!"
Qin Zheng said in horror, "Isn't this near Qianjing White Cloud Peak?"
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly and explained.
"Kunlun Mountain is located at the intersection of the three realms of heaven, earth and man. Both here and there, there may be an entrance to the White Cloud Peak you mentioned."
There is only my own law in the world. No matter how Zhou Yi compiles it, there is no monk to expose it!