.Eighteen, Chun Ge Teaching and Furong Teaching

"The main lord who is worshipped in this temple is here."

Standing on the path covered with cobblestones and white quartz sand, the white-browed and white-bearded Master Jingshui smiled kindly, raised his right hand from afar, and pointed to the circular fountain in the courtyard.

In the middle of the pool where lotus flowers bloom, two tall statues of a man and a woman stand side by side. From a distance, they are really solemn in appearance, unique in shape and extraordinary momentum, and they are sure to leave a deep impression at first sight - so profound that it can almost make people vomit!

The shirtless male god on the left is extremely strong, showing a standard inverted triangle shape, with tangled muscles on his hands, legs and chest, and he was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, like a professional wrestler. However, his face was feminine, smooth and needless, extremely beautiful, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of makeup. He looked rough, both like a man and a woman, and neither a man nor a woman. It seemed that this guy had crossed the gap between the two genders, got rid of the low-level interest of gender differences, and reached the supreme state of chaos and harmony.

The goddess on the right... is to be precise, a super fat woman with heavy makeup. Her bloated body almost exceeds her height and waist width, which can easily make people associate her with a sow or even a female elephant. And the charming dress that has no sense of coordination with the fat body makes people feel dizzy: a fat fat wrapped in a thin-shaped exposed outfit, a thick arm that is clearly visible in even the pores, and the iconic S-shaped exaggeration. If flowers must be used as metaphor, then this woman can definitely be called the king flower of "I burn all the flowers when I bloom" - even flies and mosquitoes will be frightened to death.

In front of this circular fountain, there was a tall stone tablet, which was densely engraved with unknown words. Although Feili had used clever words to herself in advance, she was only able to understand foreign languages, and she was still completely helpless in writing. "This... the two great gods worshipped in the temple are really unique. But I don't know much about your country's words. Can you ask Master Jingshui to introduce it to me?" He casually pointed at the stone tablet.

"Haha, this is my duty, I don't have to be polite." Jingshui Youhuo fox reached out with his long white beard and said with a smile, "That male Bodhisattva is the famous Dichun Brother, and the female Bodhisattva next to him is the leader of the Furong Sect, Sister Furong, who has emerged in recent years. These two Bodhisattvas may not have much reputation in the West, but they are idol-level superstars who are so popular in the East! Not only does the new temples worshiping them seem to bloom like mushrooms after a rain, but even the famous ancient temples with a long history have newly set up incense hall shrines, which are dedicated to the two Bodhisattvas... In addition to cooking and cooking in Senso Temple, I was also in charge of this..."

"...Ha! Who in this world doesn't know that Sister Furong will be dragged out and killed! In the sky and the earth, I, the Holy Sect of Furong, is the only one who is so shameless, and is invincible in the world! Knowing that there is a tiger in the mountain, I tend to walk towards the tiger mountain, but knowing that I am shameless, I want to wear heavy makeup! Who can compete with Furong's power? I am narcissistic, and I am beautiful! People want shame, trees need bark, and no shame, the world is rampant! Our slogan is: No inferiority, only narcissism..."

Listening to the old monk pointing the words on the stone tablet one by one, he recited the Furong Doctrine. Feili felt that his head was heavy and his feet were dizzy for a moment. It seemed as if the sound of a demon was penetrated. It made him feel so painful that he almost fainted.

I thought that the strongest gay man in history, and his descendants, died and died group. It was already fierce and alternative. I didn't expect that in the Far East island country, Kuzakra, there was a more terrifying super fat woman. Sister Furong existed with narcissism, unruly and expressive desire as her signature. This teaching is indeed very good and powerful. It not only effectively catered to the appetite of the leftover men and ugly women in the world, but also firmly grasped the hearts of all the rebellious young men. But the problem is...

"I said Master Jingshui. Since you have changed your job now and have become the priest of Chun Ge Sect and Furong Sect. Can you still be considered a monk?" After thinking for a while, Feili couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Why can't you count? Brother Chun is also a Bodhisattva like Furong!" Jingshui Youhu suddenly raised his eyes and glared. He retorted with politeness. "The Buddha had long been surrendered to the imperial edict, and the two Bodhisattvas did not refuse. Why aren't I considered a monk?"

Feili was speechless for a moment. According to the introduction of Jingshui and Fox Land, Buddhism in the East can also be regarded as a very large earth god system. However, it is different from a rabbit and a pit. Only when one can one be in charge of a priesthood can one be found in the Western Feilun Continent. In Buddhism, the Arhats and Bodhisattvas often do not have any clear division of priesthood. Most of them act as they please. In addition, there are many lazy gods who only enjoy the blessings of immortals and do not do things. They are also lazy and dereliction of duty but are willing to travel around the world. As for the lower realms, there are also many sects in the lower realms, and they often fight each other. There is no formal leadership group. It is a bit of a chaotic style in the infinite abyss.

This extremely chaotic club-like loose structure allows His Majesty the Buddha to create various strange positions at will, making the bureaucracy in heaven and earth extremely bloated. It has always been a Bodhisattva walking around the earth. There are many arhats like dogs. In addition, there are a lot of titles such as Venerables, Real Persons, Empresses, and Pure Altar Envoys. Moreover, there is never any distinction between these titles. There is no strict precepts and iron rules. It is entirely based on the influence of each believer. It is often the leader who takes turns to do it. This year comes to my house. This year is

When the world comes, the next year will be the golden-winged roc coming to the ordinary, and it will change in just a few days.

As for the Buddha himself, he was similar to the only emperor in the Far East Island Kingdom. He was offered high like a puppet by the people below, but it was difficult to get much real power. The only job he had to be responsible for was to find a way to make a beautiful title like a Bodhisattva when there were some powerful monsters in the world that could not be subdued, and to attract them as much as possible - such as Chun Ge and Sister Furong - and those new grassroots gods were usually happy to wear such an official skin to make the struggle outside the system and to eliminate certain external pressures - no matter how loose and slackened the Buddhist sect, if you want to be enemies with this powerful organization, it is definitely not an easy task.

In this way, His Majesty Buddha has achieved his goal: no matter how powerful the battle is, as long as all forces are still willing to hold the Buddhist sign, the winner must seek recognition that he can always sit firmly on the Diaoyutai. Through various power constraints, maintain the relative balance of faith among many gods and demons, and avoid a single family being dominant, the position of the leader can stand firm for generations. He may even maintain a good reputation among the people because he does not interfere in specific civil affairs - people who do not do things will never make mistakes. According to the Eastern practice of "granting credit to the superior", the achievements created by subordinates belong to the leader, and usually the greatest, that is, "the credit is the leader, and the mistake is his own"...

In the Eastern world, Buddhism can defeat many local religions, allow believers in the temple to take root everywhere, and occupy a vague position. This advanced guiding ideology of inclusiveness and acceptance of non-differentiation has obviously played a significant role. His Majesty the Buddha is content with purity and never seizes power to "do nothing", which can also avoid the uniform hostility between secular rulers and gods and demons of the heavens.

However, no matter how you recruit surrender and rebel, at least there should be a limit. Looking at the two gods with alternative styles in the fountain, Feili thought with a wry smile. Even the demon kings like Chunge Sect and Furong Sect dare to recruit them. Could it be that the Buddha is really not afraid that they will turn the sky over? This man and woman are super new and new humans, no, they are new and new Bodhisattvas. In terms of destructive power and madness, they are definitely much better than Sun Wukong, who has only one Huaguo Mountain...

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot." Just as Feili was staring at the two "speech statues" and was thinking about it, the old monk Jingshui Youhu suddenly slapped his forehead and took out a light green invitation from his arms with a silver wire harness. An exquisite little chrysanthemum was embroidered in the upper right corner. "To celebrate our easy victory, Mr. Tadao Kuroshima plans to hold a tea party this afternoon. The location is in the small garden of our temple. Please give me a look at you at that time."

"Hold a tea party?" Feili raised her eyebrows curiously and reached out to take the exquisite invitation. But when she opened it, she found that the whole article was full of unknown Dongwen, so she had to stuff it into her pocket, "Can I bring a few more people to attend?"

"This... Mr. Heijima only invited one of his guests on the invitation. Moreover, the new tea room built this time is quite small and it seems that there is not too many people in it." The old monk frowned, as if he was a little embarrassed. "Of course, you are his boss now. If you were just one or two accompanying guests, Mr. Heijima would not refuse."

Feili ran back to her residence with the invitation and asked the two female vampires what they meant. As a result, Renee had already agreed with the female Drow elves in the legion that she would take the Rollie at the back mountain to take the hot spring together. Rebecca had just made a new breakthrough in the research of Nesser scrolls, and was planning to go to the fat lich Owo to discuss it together, and she had no time to accompany him to have tea. As for the other officers in the giant bear army, no one seemed to like tea, and he himself lacked the interest to accompany these guys.

So, after the agreed time, Feili rushed over with invitation alone.

At the entrance of the garden, he met Tkumse. Perhaps because of his recent victory and regaining the capital, the king of the mountains looked quite good. He seemed to be twenty years younger, radiant, full of confidence and vitality. Even the layers of wrinkles on his face seemed to be stretched out all of a sudden.

After a few short greetings, Feili expressed her intention calmly.

"Please attend the tea party? Tsk tsk, that guy from Kuroshima Tadao..."

Totally beyond his expectations, Tecumse was stunned after hearing this, then showed a very strange expression, and looked up and down with a very unrestrained look, with a little sympathy and pity in his eyes?

"Well, about this tea party, I also received an invitation. However, several chiefs from the lowlands east to send envoys to Sai Cheng. I must receive and appease me as soon as possible, so I can't come and join in the fun. Please pass on a message for me. Take this opportunity to take advantage of the Japanese customs, which will definitely impress you."

He raised his hand and patted Feili's shoulder, as if he said casually. However, the tone of his voice was a little weird no matter how he listened. He seemed a little shy, a little secretly happy, and a little... gloating?

A ominous premonition suddenly arose in Feili's heart.
Chapter completed!