Of course, Mo Qiu was just joking; he certainly wouldn't have killed Fuzi. Just as he'd said to Luo Jianqing before, Mo Qiu had never killed anyone and never would. Fuzi didn't have such a deep hatred for demonic cultivators, otherwise he would have killed Yunxiang the moment he saw her at the inn, and wouldn't have let her live until now.
Luo Jianqing was also very surprised to see Mo Qiu here, but he was still anxious to return to Taihua Mountain.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qiu said, "I didn't expect you would come to Yunzhou to find me. I'm really flattered."
Luo Jianqing said subconsciously: "I came here specifically to see you?"
Mo Qiu nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, didn't I tell you before I left Taihua Mountain that I was going to Yunzhou to deal with something?" As soon as the voice fell, Mo Qiu's face darkened: "You didn't come to see me at all!"
Luo Jianqing: "..."
Seeing that Mo Qiu had taken out the blood-red whip to fight with Luo Jianqing, the Buddhist disciples on the side looked at them and smiled gently, while Yun Xiang on the other side was already stunned, her mouth open so wide that a duck egg could fit in it, and she looked at the red-clothed demon cultivator who was chasing Luo Jianqing with disbelief.
After about a quarter of an hour of this, Luo Jianqing reached out and grabbed Mo Qiu's whip, saying seriously, "I have to go back."
Mo Qiu sneered: "Is this what I, Mo Qiu, call a life and death friend? You don't even know I'm in Yunzhou?"
Luo Jianqing coughed twice awkwardly.
The atmosphere between the two froze again. The handsome monk, with a fair and gentle complexion, sighed helplessly and stepped forward to break the deadlock. "Since Fellow Daoist Mo wishes to reminisce with Fellow Daoist Luo, and this place is quite close to my Guiyuan Sect, why don't you all go to my sect first? In half a month, my Guiyuan Sect will be holding a Zen Debate Conference. If you are interested, I am willing to lead the way."
Yunxiang nodded immediately and asked, "I'll go! But what is the Zen Debate Conference?"
Luo Jianqing hesitated and frowned: "I want to go back to Taihua as soon as possible..."
Mo Qiu stared coldly at Luo Jianqing, who could only sigh and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Buddhist disciple."
The Buddhist disciple chuckled and nodded.
Not long after, the Buddhist disciple retrieved a jasper bead. It wasn't made of sandalwood, but rather resembled a fine jade, reflecting a variegated hue in the sunlight. The Buddhist disciple silently chanted a mantra, and the bead quickly expanded, forming a jade bead roughly the size of a house.
The Buddhist disciple said, "It is still ten thousand miles to Guiyuan Sect. It is better to take this jade-like bead of mine to save your walking effort."
Everyone immediately got on the bead.
It was called a jade bead, but when Luo Jianqing stepped on it, he didn't feel slippery at all. Instead, it felt extremely cold and refreshing. When everyone stood firm, a golden light flashed in the Buddha's eyes. In the blink of an eye, the Buddha beads moved forward a hundred meters at a rapid speed.
The Buddhist beads were very stable and did not fly very high, so Luo Jianqing could also look at the surrounding scenery.
Not long after, Yunxiang asked, "Master, you haven't explained what this Zen Debate Conference is."
The Buddhist disciple smiled faintly, not offended by Yunxiang's address, and said, "Buddhism is divided into eight major sects: the Three Treatises, the Dharma Characteristics, the Tiantai, the Huayan, the Chan, the Pure Land, the Vinaya, and the Shingon. I come from the Guiyuan sect, which belongs to the Chan school. Most Buddhist practitioners in the world also follow the Chan school, so every five years, my Guiyuan sect holds a Chan debate conference. At that time, all Buddhist practitioners in the world will attend, and all eight sects will gather to debate Chan and discuss the truth."
Yunxiang asked again, "Does that mean every Buddhist practitioner has to speak at this Zen debate conference?"
The Buddhist disciple shook his head. "If that were the case, the Zen Debate Conference would last for a hundred years and wouldn't be over. The Dharma should not be spoken lightly; if it is spoken, there must be truth to it. At the Zen Debate Conference, each of the eight sects will send a representative to debate Zen. The winner will be crowned the champion of the conference, and their sect will be proud of it for five years."
Yunxiang nodded gently. "Well, doesn't that mean there will be a different champion every five years, and a different Buddhist sect to celebrate every year?"
This time, before the Buddhist disciple could answer, Mo Qiu spoke in a voice of deep regret, "I don't usually see you studying and practicing, so how come you're so oblivious to what's happening outside? The Demonic Palace borders Cenzhou, and even I know that this so-called Zen Debate Conference has always gone to Zen Buddhism since it began twenty years ago. How come you don't even know what the Eight Great Sects are?"
Yunxiang snorted in grievance: "How could I know as much as you do..."
Mo Qiu glanced at her and she immediately fell silent.
Luo Jianqing smiled and offered a pardon: "It's understandable that Miss Yun didn't know about this. She's not a Buddhist. Ever since the Buddhist disciple represented the Zen sect in battle twenty years ago, he's been undefeated and victorious every time. Otherwise, who do you think recognized the title of 'Buddha'?"
A gleam of light flashed in Yunxiang's eyes. She glanced at Fozi secretly and said to herself, "So you are so powerful..."
The four of them flew forward at an extremely fast speed. The Buddhist disciple patiently explained the relevant matters of Buddhist cultivation to the other three. Yunxiang listened very attentively. Gradually, even Luo Jianqing felt a little curious and came over to listen.
Only Mo Qiu still stood in front of the Buddhist beads with a calm expression, fiddling with his long whip in a bad mood, as if he was not interested in the interesting things of the Buddhist disciples.
In this way, the four of them left Yunzhou and soon arrived in Cenzhou.
The deeper you go, the more water you see. Cenzhou is famous for its abundant water and mountains. Its waters, in particular, are renowned throughout the world. Rumor has it that many cultivators practicing water-based techniques frequently come here for retreat, as this region boasts vast rivers, seas, and oceans, reaching the very edge of Xuantian Continent.
The Buddhist disciple smiled and said, "Ten years ago, at a Zen debate conference, I met a fellow Shingon monk. He asked me a question. He said, 'It's said that Zen disciples are profoundly enlightened and profoundly enlightened.' May I ask, 'All things return to one. Where does one return to?'"
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