Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

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Monk Sanjie sat cross-legged on the futon, and after hearing what his disciples said, he realized that there is nothing to buy in Dadu now.

"Amitabha, trouble."

Sanjie heaved a long sigh.

The state of the three pillars was completely unexpected by the monk Sanjie and the other hosts.

It was supposed to be the Buddhism that came down in a big way, and in the shortest possible time, after defeating the Quanzhen Sect, it swept away the other religions.

Even some sectarian alliances are not worth mentioning.

But now that a tripartite confrontation has been formed, the situation has undergone subtle changes.

Right now, if they attack Quanzhen Sect's garrison with all their strength, the rear will definitely be attacked or even occupied by other sects.

It would be fine if they could easily break through the Quanzhen Sect by then.

If not, Buddhism will fall into a dilemma, and it may even lead to a big defeat in this battle between Buddhism and Taoism.

If that time comes, Buddhism's years of planning will become someone else's wedding dress.

The best way is to wait.

Religion is no different than other martial arts gangs.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The more people there are, the deeper the rivers and lakes will be.

Although the sects that temporarily form alliances look huge, their internal problems are numerous.

As long as there is enough time, they will naturally break through without attacking.

At that time, the Buddhist sect will definitely do its best to wipe out these small sects that have done more than fail.

Then integrate forces to defeat Quanzhen Sect in one fell swoop.

This is the best way Monk Sanjie can think of.

But the tricky thing now is that they don't have that many resources ready.Each monk only carried two days of dry food on his body.

Even Monk Sanjie and several hosts can live without food.

But the disciples of the sect can't, one or two days is enough, if the time is too long, they will be hungry and exhausted by then, and if the cycle continues for a long time, the day of their Buddhism's downfall will not be far away.

"The current strategy is to attack by force!"

The person who spoke was Zen Master Miaowu, the abbot of Foguang Temple in Mount Wutai.

Monk Sanjie frowned and shook his head: "I'm afraid it can't be. Even a lean camel from the Quanzhen Sect is still bigger than a horse after all. A tiger's death is not overwhelming. Once there is a strong attack, there will be no three days to tell the winner. At this time, if someone takes advantage If people are in danger, our Buddhist sect will surely be defeated."

"Amitabha, the Great Protector has misunderstood the meaning of the poor monk. The strong attack that the poor monk refers to is not the Quanzhen sect, but those aliens."

What Chan Master Miao Wu was referring to were sects such as Zoroastrianism that form alliances.

He saw it for real. These old sects had received news in advance and purchased a large amount of food and supplies.

"The meaning of Zen Master Miaowu is..."

A group of Buddhist monks couldn't help raising their heads, and saw a shadow cast over Zen Master Miaowu's compassionate face: "Isn't it the duty of my Buddhist school to convert all saints? Wouldn't it be natural for the foreign countries to know my Buddhist teachings and accept their offerings!"

Speaking of this, Zen Master Miaowu continued: "The Quanzhen Sect has been declining and internal friction these years, plus the previous two big competitions, it has already lost troops and generals. Now the defense is still weak, so naturally we will not take the initiative. We only need one blow to succeed. , can determine the overall situation."

Monk Sanjie didn't speak, but the other abbots looked at each other and nodded in praise.

Far away from the monks, a young monk who was in charge of boiling water and chopping firewood quietly raised his head, his red eyes flickered left and right, and he curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Wonderful, you can talk about robbery so brightly, hehehe, Let's fight, let's fight, it's best to fight until the sky is dark."

"Junior Brother Jingmiao."

At this time, a call came from behind the little monk, and the little monk turned his head slowly, with a sunny smile on his green cheeks, and bowed his hands respectfully to the senior brother who was walking in front of him: "Jing Miao has seen Wu Wu!" Brother Meng."

"Hahaha, Junior Brother Jing Miao, Master just ordered us to prepare more firewood. We have 600 people this time. I'm afraid your firewood is not enough. You should go back to the kitchen and help out. I will leave the firewood gathering to the senior brother." alright."

Wumeng seemed to love his little junior brother very much. If there was anything in the kitchen that needed help, he just wanted to let the young junior brother rest for a while.

"What brother said is true, but brother is willing to accompany brother to collect firewood."

The little monk raised his head, his innocent eyes were full of joy, and when he laughed, there was a deep dimple on his face, which was instantly cute.

He naturally knew that his senior brother asked him to go back to the kitchen just to rest.

"Hahahaha, okay, let's collect firewood together, by the way, did you memorize your homework last night, we will test your homework while collecting firewood

. "

"Okay, but I'm afraid that senior brother, your homework is not as good as mine."

While the two were talking, they were already walking towards the pine forest beside them, and they could vaguely hear the recitation of the Lotus Sutra of the Miaofa while they were walking.

Chapter 1158

The sun has not yet dawned, and when the sky and the earth are still in darkness, some people have already fallen into dreams unknowingly.

This time period is when people are most likely to get sleepy.

But today is different. Not only are there people who have kept vigil until now, but some sleeping people wake up specially at this time.

In Daducheng Palace, it is rumored that there are masters who deduce the sand table, control every move of this Buddhist and Taoist dispute, and can even restore the situation on the spot through the changes in the sand.

The common people outside the capital naturally do not have such treatment, but they still have the official distribution map of Buddhism and Taoism, which will be changed every three hours.

It's just a blueprint, which allows ordinary people to watch the situation for free, but if they want to know more and more details, they don't have that ability.

In the court hall, the eyes of all the officials were also locked on the sand table.

Zhao Min deduced that if there was no fight on the first day, then there would be no fight in the next three days.

If there was a fight on the first day, it must be the first time the sun came out and the battle between Buddhism and Taoism officially started, and fierce collisions would erupt.

The light of the sky is warm and the sun is slowly rising.

The golden light of the morning divided the whole world into two, and the comforting black image receded like a tide, covering the mountains and forests with a faint golden glow.

"what--"

A sect disciple couldn't help stretching out his hands facing Jiaoyang in front of him, and stretched his stiff body fiercely, hoping that the senior brother who came to change shifts for him would come to replace him earlier

"Whoosh..."

At this time, there was a faint sound of breaking wind in the air.