Chapter 271: Literary Debate

The sky is clear today, and the sun is like a small fireball, making the people below sweat.

The warrior arena competition has just ended and is now entering the intermission. In fact, the rules of the arena are that each team can attack the other team for a few rounds, or can defend for a few rounds, and the winner is determined by the points. However, Jun Lin defended the arena to the end, and Gongqing had to deal with a few small tails in the end, so the victory was taken away by the Zongheng family with a crushing nature.

Jun Lin sat on his seat to rest, and did not forget to tie the other end of the red rope around his wrist. The three-foot red rope once again tightly connected the two of them.

In fact, she was worrying too much. Since the two of them were always together, there was no need for a red rope to connect them. But she was unsure and felt that she could not hold on to anything when facing God, so she could only tie Gongqing to her side. Even a little comfort made her feel better.

Although she still quarreled with the ministers as usual, the heaviness in her heart almost made her unable to breathe.

How to break this game.

How to deal with Yi'an's death and how to keep the two people in Xueyu.

She had no idea.

"You shouldn't have been quiet."

The minister held her hand and tightened it slightly.

"When I'm quiet, I tend to daydream."

The sun was blazing, but when the man's clear and bright eyes looked over, Jun Lin suddenly felt the heat in her heart dissipate a little. Her eyes softened slightly, but she said, "What is there for me to think about? Don't lose the debate. If you win, all the scholars will agree to one condition of mine. Don't miss such a good opportunity."

The minister compromised: "Okay, okay, after we win, you will have the chance to make the offer."

Jun Lin nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly she moved closer to Gongqing, her lips almost touching his ear, causing the smile in the man's eyes to pause for a moment.

Jun Lin: "Have you discovered anything?"

Gongqing: "I found out that Wushi has been holding an umbrella for you all along."

That's right, although the two are tied together by a red line, their treatment is very different.

One was exhausted from basking in the scorching sun, while the other was happily enjoying the coolness under an umbrella.

It is obvious that Junlin is the happy person.

Both of them had high cultivation levels and were not afraid of being overheard when talking. Jun Lin concealed his breath and stuck his head out to whisper in Gongqing's ear.

Jun Lin: "I have a sense of crisis."

Gongqing: "That's true. Who has he been close to for no reason?"

Jun Lin: "Did he discover something?"

Gongqing: "You can't even hide your identity. I look down on you."

Jun Lin: "You look so arrogant, who do you think highly of?"

The minister chuckled and turned his head away from her.

Jun Lin was unhappy: "Why are you talking about serious matters? Turn your head away quickly..."

"Xiaobao."

"Do……"

What?

Before he could finish his words, Jun Lin twitched his lips and said, "You are incompetent at everything, and yet you still have a bad temper and turn your head away. You are so brave, lord."

She hated herself for responding subconsciously. Wu Shi was also cunning. He would probe whenever he got suspicious, and would suddenly interject familiar words when people were talking and caught them off guard, almost making Jun Lin explode.

Jun Lin's heart was really beating fast, but he didn't dare to look back at Wu Shi. Wu Shi was still sitting upright, looking into the distance with an indifferent expression, maintaining the same posture as when he held the umbrella for her at the beginning.

The minister hooked his fingers, and Jun Lin understood and leaned his head forward again.

Gongqing: "Xiaobao?"

Jun Lin: "Who is this? I don't know him."

Gongqing: "Do you still have this kind of interest between you two?"

Jun Lin: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's all because of the disgusting nature of grown men."

She spoke righteously and solemnly, and the solemn expression on her face made her look like a serious person.

"Emperor Jing."

Wu Shi called out again, and Jun Lin immediately turned his head away from the ministers, sat up straight, and said to Wu Shi in a proper and noble manner, "What's the matter, Sect Master?"

"After the conference, I would like to go back to the palace with you to look at the flower seeds. Is that convenient?"

Coming to the palace on my own initiative, is there such a good thing?

Jun Lin said: "You are too polite, Master. I would be very happy if you came!"

If you can run away when I come, I lose!

Wu Shi didn't react much to her words. The man just said politely, "Thank you so much."

Jun Lin's eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy. Just when he wanted to say something else, he felt the red rope suddenly twisted. Gong Qing was quite dissatisfied in his heart, but he reminded him in a subtle way: "The debate has begun."

These words really drew Jun Lin's attention back. She straightened her tilted body towards Wu Shi in an instant and watched the game immersively.

She was so focused on watching the game that she didn't notice Wu Shi glanced sideways at Gong Qing. That glance was like winter ice and snow, filled with displeasure. Gong Qing put his index finger to his lips and smiled back.

Why was Junlin so focused? Because Minghe was one of the contestants in the first debate.

Legalism versus Taoism.

The young host announced loudly: "The first debate topic: Taoism already existed in the Central Plains, so can Buddhism be integrated into the Central Plains culture when it spread eastward?"

Ming He raised his lips: "It blends in naturally."

The Taoist contestant was an old man with profound knowledge and vigor. He objected: "Although Buddhism has spread widely nowadays, it does not meet the requirements of the imperial court and local officials as well as Taoism. They promote barbarian culture, do not kneel down to the monarch, and are repulsive to the ruling class and cannot be integrated."

The two people debating sat quietly on the cushions. All the people present listened in silence and frowned as they thought about the debate.

Ming He seemed like Guanyin sitting quietly on a lotus platform, with his eyebrows lowered and his expression warm. The words he uttered in the middle of the day were like morning dew, which made people unconsciously calm down their restlessness: "Taoism is Buddha, and Buddha is Taoism. The core of the two is the same, but one was born in the Central Plains and the other was born in the barbarians, so the worship and teaching are different."

Ming He spoke slowly and clearly, "Buddhism is a way to destroy evil, and Taoism is a way to promote good. For a wise country, it should absorb the strengths of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, instead of making a fuss about the differences in customs."

The old man's face froze, and after thinking for a while, he raised his lips and fought back.

Jun Lin in the audience was watching with great interest. The ministers were more impressed with Ming He: "Not getting a debate topic related to the Legalists is already disadvantageous to Ming He, not to mention that Taoists are always better at discussing the Dao than us laymen. But you are able to silence your opponent, so you are quite capable as the Left Prime Minister."

Jun Lin couldn't stop grinning with pride: "This is the person I spotted before I ascended the throne. Fortunately, I found her early and didn't let others take advantage of her."

The minister glanced at her and said indifferently, "Where in these five countries have you not poached people?"

He even wanted to poach the Yin Yang Sect Master.

The minister looked at Wu Shi, who seemed not to hear what the two were saying and was only focused on the debate.

"Taoism is based on the root to guide the end, while Buddhism saves the end to preserve the root. Since Buddhism was introduced into the Central Plains, its status should be recognized and it should be integrated as a supplement to Taoism."

Ming He smiled at the other party and asked, "Do you agree?"

The old man clenched his fists with an unwilling look on his face, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Debate 1, the Legalists win!"

Ming He stood up from the mat, bowed with both hands and said: "Thank you."

The old man's face turned ashen and he bowed in return.

There was thunderous applause from the audience. Although the debates among writers were not as exciting as the fights among warriors, the contemplations triggered by the words could resonate with people on a deeper level.

Across all the noise, Minghe turned his gaze to his master in the audience.

Jun Lin clapped and smiled at him.

Look, this is her left side of Dajing!