Zhao Ji and others entered the city from the north gate of Dali City. At this time, the gathering of Dali people had not completely dispersed. In order to avoid being too eye-catching, Zhao Ji got on the carriage when he was approaching the city gate, took off a layer of formal clothes and court clothes outside, and covered it with a light blue Taoist robe, which was less majestic, but more elegant.

Without the constraints of his identity as an envoy, Zhao Ji felt much more relaxed. Seeing that it was still early, he sought the opinions of Qiao Feng and Zhong Ling, but he did not ride a horse and walked slowly, and visited Dali City. If he arrived at the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, he would have to work hard and socialize, and he might not have any more leisure.

Zhao Ji invited them to the royal palace first by relying on the chariots and horses and many guards arranged by the Dali Kingdom. The official in charge of the reception was bitter, but he was afraid that something unexpected would happen. However, because he was not sure about the temperament of the Song Dynasty, he did not dare to persist too much. Fortunately, the royal family of Dali Kingdom has always had the tradition of white dragon fish suits, and it was quite experienced in dealing with this situation. The official waved his hand and made many guards break into pieces, scattered around Zhao Ji and his group, so that he must ensure that His Highness is safe.

Although Zhong Ling is a native of Dali, he has never had the opportunity to visit this capital. He is in this prosperous capital and has no such noisy and intimidating situation as before. Therefore, he is extremely excited and feels novel when he sees everything. After walking on the street for a short time, he is attracted by the dazzling array of wood carvings placed in a shop. After playing with it for a while, he seems to be unable to put down everyone. But after a moment, he let go of the goods and walked out in a angrily mood, and his emotions are a little depressed. Not long after, he is attracted by other goods and turned to the past.

Zhao Ji was enjoying the scenery along the road, and sometimes he had a few conversations with Qiao Feng, but he did not find any abnormalities about Zhong Ling. Dali Kingdom is worthy of the country of worshiping Buddha. As the capital of Dali City, there are many pagodas, and every walk three or five feet away, you can see buildings similar to Buddhist temples. Almost every household has incense tables and incense burners for offering Buddhas. The city is filled with sandalwood. No wonder it is also called Miaoxiang Kingdom.

When Qiao Feng was young, his hometown was under Shaolin Temple in Songshan. In addition, his teacher was also a monk from Shaolin Temple. In this atmosphere of Buddhist incense, he couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy. He stopped in front of a Buddhist temple offering many Buddha statues and sighed: "If everyone can sincerely respect the Buddha, be arrogance and anger, be compassionate, and be without disputes with the world, there will be many disputes in the world. The people in Dali City sincerely worship the Buddha, it seems that it is a pure land in the world."

After hearing this, Zhao Ji smiled. Just as he was about to speak, Zhong Ling next to him walked over and said, "Brother Zhao, I'll go to the street opposite to take a look. You have to remember to wait for me."

"I'm waiting here, don't go far and you can't find the way back."

Zhao Ji nodded and reminded him. Seeing Zhong Ling jumping to the opposite side, then turned to Qiao Feng and smiled: "I don't agree with Brother Qiao's view. The Buddhist teachings are just to comfort others. Those sutras can be used to cultivate oneself or to cultivate a humble gentleman. But if they want to manage the world, it is the root of chaos. After all, these mysterious sutras ultimately lack the truth of being truly practical. It is not to teach people not to fight, but to turn people's desires into illusory pursuits, but to lose the foundation of settle down and establish themselves in the present. Just like this pagoda in the city, is it really necessary? To put it bluntly, to put this ignorant clay Buddha on the high hall, but let the flesh and blood people struggle between the mud abyss. It is ignorant and chasing the end, and it is too stupid to reach."

Qiao Feng lowered his head and thought about Zhao Ji's words. Before he could speak, a very high-volume voice suddenly sounded: "You are wrong, big, wrong!"

After hearing this, Zhao Ji turned around and saw a young man walking out of the shadow under the candlestick of the Buddhist temple. The young man looked like a child of a wealthy family, but his sleeves were stained with some copper rust and dust. At this moment, his eyes shone brightly and he looked at Zhao Ji, as if he was dissatisfied with him.

Zhao Ji did not deliberately whisper the tone just now, and it was not surprising that he was heard. There were many people worshipping Buddha in Dali City, and it was not surprising that someone jumped out to refute him. He sighed casually, but he didn't have to argue with a single thing, so after hearing this, he just smiled, and then turned around and didn't want to have any unnecessary arguments with the young man.

But the young man took two steps, blocked Zhao Ji and said, "The Diamond Sutra says that if you see me with your appearance and seek me with your voice, it is a person who walks on the evil path and cannot see the Tathagata. You only see the pagoda with nothingness, but you cannot see the calm and desireless Buddha heart. This is a person who walks on the evil path and it is difficult to understand the true meaning of Buddhism, but you have to use this to refute the meaning of Buddhist sutras. This is wrong."

Zhao Ji just talked to Qiao Feng casually, but he had no intention of defaming the Buddha. He didn't expect to cause the young man's argument, so he smiled and bowed: "Thank you for your teachings, you are rude and rude."

When the young man saw Zhao Ji apologizing, his dissatisfaction faded slightly, but then he said, "You just said that the Buddhist sutra lacks the current method, which is also wrong. The Mahaparinib Sutra says that you should not do any evil, and do all good, which is guiding people to be good. The Lankavatara Sutra says..."

Seeing that this young man quoted scriptures and quoted scriptures one by one, refuting what Zhao Ji said just now, there was an endless trend. Zhao Ji was also helpless and turned to look at Qiao Feng. Seeing that there was a smile on his lips, the two of them were speechless at the endless chatter of the young man. They could only sigh that the Dali Kingdom was really prosperous in Buddhist affairs. Any young man on the street was full of knowledge and held a grand ceremony for quoting scriptures and quoting scriptures and quoting scriptures and placing scriptures and placing scriptures and held a grand ceremony.

The national customs of Dali are originally Buddha-oriented. When the young man talked about the meaning of Buddhist scriptures, he quickly attracted many people to stop and watch. When he heard many wonderful treatises, someone slapped the high-highs and cheered.

Zhong Ling jumped back and saw that there were many pedestrians around here, and he was a little curious. He walked into the crowd and came to Zhao Ji. He tilted his head and smiled at Zhao Ji, "Brother Zhao, please stretch out your hand and I'll give you a gift."

Zhao Ji was dizzy when he was told by the young man's Buddhist scriptures. After hearing this, he stretched out his palm and smiled and said, "What kind of gift is it?"

Zhong Ling put a sachet that was not very exquisite in embroidery in Zhao Ji's palm and said, "You give me a silk handkerchief, I give you a sachet. This sachet also contains a talisman I just asked for. The old monk said it was very effective. If you hold it on your body, you will not be afraid even if you have a little less skill. You will be protected by the Buddha."

Zhao Ji was blocked by someone to preach the Buddhist scriptures, but he was sent to the amulet protected by the Buddha. It was difficult to refuse the little girl's kindness, so Zhao Ji took the sachet and held it in his hand and said to the young man: "Your wonderful speech is thought-provoking, and I just made a mistake. I am very sorry. Look, I also have to rely on the amulets given by Buddhism to ensure safety, so let's give up."

After hearing Zhao Ji's words, Zhong Ling realized that the young man was making things difficult for Zhao Ji. She had just heard some of the words of this young man, and now she turned her head and said to the young man: "You have been talking for a long time. It's all about other people's words. Do you have no idea or idea?"

The young man felt dry after talking for a long time. He heard that this person not only criticized the Buddhist scriptures, but also derogatory about the style of worshiping Buddha in Dali, which aroused his anger. After talking for a long time, he saw that this person admitted his fault and planned to give up. He just shut up, but suddenly heard Zhong Ling’s question, and he didn’t know how to answer for a while.

Zhong Ling gave him a blank look, then took the sachet from Zhao Ji, took out the amulet inside, and threw it on the ground: "We only seek ourselves in everything, but we no longer want the embryo of the copper-cast clay sculpture to ensure safety."

When the young man saw this scene, his mouth twitched, as if he could sense that he had been chattering for a long time and blocking people's path, which made others watch. He smiled at Zhao Ji apologized, and then said, "Mencius said that he shrank instead. Although I have gone thousands of people. I only insisted on what I thought was right, but it caused many inconveniences to you. I'm sorry."

When Zhao Ji heard this man's Buddhist scriptures for a while, Confucius and Mencius felt it was interesting. After hearing this, he waved his hand and said, "It's just that people can be harmonious but different, just seek common ground while reserving differences."

Zhong Ling leaned into Zhao Ji's ear and whispered: "Brother Zhao, this man opened his mouth and said, "Stop talking about Mencius, you really can't speak. Why did you provoke such a weird person?"

Before Zhao Yi smiled, he had time to answer, but a middle-aged man dressed as a essayman walked out of the Buddhist temple and walked to the young man and whispered: "Young Master, don't waste your conversation with irrelevant people anymore. It's important to do things."

When the young man heard this, he slapped his head and said, "Thanks to Brother Zhu's reminder, I almost forgot that I still have important things to do." He bowed to Zhao Ji and apologized once again, and then he strode back to the Buddhist temple.

The middle-aged scholar said loudly afterwards: "Young Master, our important business is to welcome the envoy of the Song Dynasty. Why have you returned to the Buddhist temple?"

The young man waved his hand without looking back and said, "Welcome to the envoy of the Song Dynasty, the father and the prince Gao came forward, and there was nothing to do with me. The many Buddha statues in this Buddhist temple were covered with dust, which was really disrespectful to the Buddha. I cleaned it halfway, how could I give up halfway!"

When Zhao Ji heard the conversation between the two people, he still didn't understand the identity of the young man. His lips curled up, and he looked at Duan Yu's back disappearing into the Buddhist temple again, and his eyes narrowed slightly. How do you say this Duan Yu? It's really too ignorant.

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Chapter completed!