My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 441 - 427: Creed

Tang Meng, although greatly admires Qin Hong,

Qin Hong, as the first generation Buddha, who emerged in various eras and turned the tide, was also the first to advocate for the Nameless God and the Divine Demon Night Banquet, making her immensely admirable!

However, facing the current issues of core concepts and faith doctrine, as a fanatic, she doesn’t budge at all, "Being completely bald is an aberration! It’s heresy! I admire you, but your path is astray, you’ve misunderstood our master’s teachings! I have to correct you, our Little Leiyin Temple is the true Huaxia orthodoxy of Earth’s civilization!"

???

Fu Qingjun listened, unable to mock, his head buzzing.

Tang Meng, oh Tang Meng, you’re not quite right.

Is this a discussion about the salty versus sweet tofu pudding debate?

But the content of this discussion is also...

"Brother Fu, what are they arguing about?" Next to him, Little Trumpet came over, having obviously changed her hairstyle too, aligning with Sister Qin Hong’s faction, with Buddha’s curly bun hairstyle on her head.

The entire Miao Chun Hall was already within the sphere of influence of the Great Leiyin Temple.

These two were having a fit, indeed proving the saying that girls do pay attention to their hairstyles,

Fu Qingjun thought.

"They are debating doctrines."

Beside him, Baiyu patiently explained, "After all, everyone knows, Bailong and other Celestial Venerables have relinquished power, and as the backing, the future belongs to us, the younger generation of Earth’s descendants, while the world is the domain of Buddhism, so whoever has the advantage and initiative is crucial."

"Oh oh." Little Trumpet nodded seemingly understanding, "Little Trumpet understands now, it’s about striving for advantage and that initiative or something."

Fu Qingjun touched Little Trumpet’s curly head, finding the feel quite nice.

Do you really understand? Little Trumpet, you might just be ordained by Sister Qin Hong as a sage of the western heavens in understanding Buddhism? And become a mighty figure in Buddhism?

But Fu Qingjun, watching this scene, found it rather interesting.

After all, he had always been dining at Miao Chun Hall before, without any major events, surrounded by rising stars, though Qin Hong and others were quite talented, their era hadn’t yet arrived.

Now, after a series of crazy advances, various era changes, under the care of those seniors, the era has come for us, the young generation to take the stage.

The modern batch of people he nurtured, Qin Hong, Tang Meng, Isaac, Ziying, Baiyu, and Little Trumpet will begin to contend for the prosperous times with these young Celestial Venerables, it seems like Miao Chun Hall, where he dines, will not be too quiet in the future and will become lively.

"You guys are taking shortcuts, recruiting lay disciples of Buddhism! Leading to their qualifications being all over the place, not orthodox Buddhist ascetic monks." Qin Hong was somewhat angry.

"You are the heretics."

Tang Meng retorted with dignity, citing scriptures, pacing back with hands behind her back, with a serious expression:

"Why is it that on Earth’s heads, occasionally a batch of people will appear with a Mediterranean sparse vortex hairstyle? It’s all a throwback phenomenon! This sufficiently proves, in the ancient Earth era, among our Earth ancestors, Jiaxia, amongst the ancient vortex country ancestors Bailong, during their era, the Mediterranean was the orthodoxy!"

Tang Meng paused, "Now we’ve returned to four billion years ago, restoring the orthodox ancient history of the vortex country...and you guys are altering prehistoric history!"

This involves the question of who is orthodox, it’s a doctrinal dispute in Buddhism, absolutely not to be backed down from.

Jiaxia is Earth’s Huaxia ancestor,

and Jiaxia’s ancestor is the vortex country’s Bailong.

Thus, Earth is the descendant of the vortex country!

In their view, if the vortex country deviates from its path, Earth’s future may not emerge, Jiaxia may not appear.

"Since we’ve returned to the past, we must adhere to past history, we cannot alter it."

Tang Meng said sternly, "You are altering ancient Earth’s history, it creates a ’grandfather paradox’, you are killing our ancestor Emperor Xia! Leading to a future where Earth, Emperor Xia never emerges! You are killing Summer Celestial Venerable! Also killing another future us!"

"You are the ones killing Summer Celestial Venerable."

Qin Hong took a deep breath, not backing down, citing scriptures too:

"Your basis for claiming orthodoxy is extremely laughable, we are the orthodoxy, we have many bases, for instance, a detailed explanation of ’Buddha’ character is a curl on top of a person character ’Fu’, precisely our Buddhist bun! Can perfectly substantiate, Buddha is a person with a single strand curled into a hairstyle, and since ancient times, our bun Buddha is the orthodox Buddhism, whatever ancient Huaxia books, all have records of this appearance."

She spoke with evidence, quite reasonable.

"Hmph, you talk about Buddhist history? Who doesn’t know you’re outsiders, not indigenous sects at all." Tang Meng, unwavering, said, "The Mediterranean, it’s Earth’s traditional indigenous hairstyle, look not just at Huaxia, foreigners have it too, even many royal purebloods in Europe have the Mediterranean, indicating they are also descendants of Emperor Xia!"

"You are outsiders, our vortex hairstyle is the indigenous sect." Tang Meng earnestly said.

Fu Qingjun listened without daring to look directly.

Perhaps from the perspective of another identity’s outsider, it might seem somewhat peculiar, but it counts as a pretty decent orthodox system debate, taking hairstyle as a starting point, discussing each hair-based cultivation system, who is orthodox.

But from Fu Qingjun’s perspective, it feels quite toothache-inducing.

This has nothing to do with me at all, the whole thing is making it seem like I made the masses exceptionally smart.

This situation feels like two fanatic fans with entirely opposing opinions, engaged in frantic debate, making me take the blame,

"The fault is his!"

"The fault is really his!"

They’re striving to place the blame on my head and arguing over it, just like fan circle culture.

This made Fu Qingjun sigh, even as the era shifts, seemingly improving life’s conditions, still unable to escape the fate of being the king of blame.

Watching this farce, Fu Qingjun was rendered speechless, soon enough losing interest in dealing with it.

After all, not stepping out or showing up means no embarrassment,

They could argue as they wished, letting it flow naturally, as long as they could develop the era and strengthen forces in this past.

Ignoring their dispute, indeed this mature extraordinary cultivation system of Buddhism in the future, has explosively emerged in this wild ancient era, many civilizations watched astonished, their cultivation systems, facing this Buddhist system, are like elementary textbooks meeting university texts, akin to heavenly books, ravenously learning.

And it’s already causing enough waves beyond the borders of this embryonic seventh civilization, just beginning to take root in the cosmic desolate membrane.