Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

The abbot's eyes were shining brightly when he looked at Xuanzang, and his eyes were full of admiration.

"Master, listening to your words is much more insightful than my years of studying Buddhism."

The abbot only felt that his mind became clearer.

No wonder Master Xuanzang is so rich, only if he treats money as something outside his body, will it come rolling in.

This is the highest state of Buddhism.

The abbot only felt that compared with Master Xuanzang, he was still far behind.

Thinking of this, he still found some monks to go up the back mountain with him.

The abbot wanted to invite Xuanzang to go with him, but unexpectedly the other party waved his hand.

"The monks who built the civil engineering consume a lot of energy. I am here to make some beef soup for them to replenish their energy."

You don't get a penny to follow the logging, but you can make a lot of money selling beef soup here.

Comparing the two, Xuanzang would choose to stay even if he was a fool.

When the abbot on the side heard the words, he became even more enlightened.

Compared with an old man like himself, it turned out that Master Xuanzang cared more about saving the world.

Did you think that was just a bowl of beef soup?That is the ultimate inheritance of Buddhism.

Buddha said: crossing one person is not as good as crossing all people.

Master Xuanzang understood it quite thoroughly, and now it is worth a bowl of beef soup and a gold coin.

This kind of Zen is worth buying millions of gold coins!
After bowing deeply to Xuanzang, the abbot brought Cheng Yaojin to the back mountain.

The bodhi grove on the back mountain of Kasyapa Temple is covered by mountains, and Cheng Yaojin didn't notice it after several visits.

This time the abbot brought him here, and he finally got a glimpse of the whole picture.

Good guy, all the linden trees here are full of branches and leaves, and each one is a huge tree.

The abbot is also very proud.

The Bodhi tree in Kasyapa Temple can be said to be the best growing in Tianzhu.

Many monks from other temples come here to comprehend Buddhism and seek detachment.

This is also one of the reasons why Kayaba Temple can occupy a dominant position in Tianzhu.

Several disciples followed behind, and the abbot gave them a few words, and then began to cut wood.

Cheng Yaojin stood aside, watching these monks moaning, feeling really impatient.

what happened?

Could it be that Xuanzang didn't drink enough beef soup, why didn't everyone have any energy.

"Abbot, you disciples are not good, you are all delicate and weak. How can you comprehend Buddhism?"

"If you can't cut down a tree for an hour, why don't you leave the vulgar early and go home to marry a wife!"

"It doesn't work either. With your limp appearance, you won't be able to marry a wife even if you return to the vulgar."

Having said that, Cheng Yaojin showed some sympathy.

The sympathetic expression looked so unnatural on his rough face.

"You guys are so useless, you really can't do it, why don't you sell your ass in Xiangyuan!"

Cheng Yaojin's voice was so clear that the whole mountain could hear a sentence clearly.

The disciples who were still chopping down trees suddenly felt that their faces were dull.

What a shame!
They had already put aside what the abbot had just said.

The abbot specifically asked them to cut down less trees, after all, they are sacred trees in Buddhism, so they should keep some.

But in the face of such humiliation, who can bear it?

Thinking of Cheng Yaojin's contemptuous words, they were filled with anger and had no way to vent.

Within a few moments, several huge bodhi trees were cut down.

The abbot felt even more uncomfortable watching the carefully cultivated bodhi trees fall down.

But fortunately, he had a back hand. Thinking of this, the abbot took out a map from his arms.

This is a map of the Bodhi Tree in Melon City.

The small red circle circled the mountain they were standing on.

In the future, when practicing Zen, we can only take some detours.

It's just that Cheng Yaojin snatched his map before he even glanced at it.

"Oh, why are you being so polite, the abbot, there are so many trees, but they can make a big ship."

"Do not…"

The abbot wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Cheng Yaojin's big hand.

"You're welcome, right? Then no thanks."

"From now on, you will definitely be able to go to the west to see the Buddha early."

Just as the abbot was about to explain, he found that only Cheng Yaojin's back turned into black spots and the dirt rising from the ground were left for him.

Two days later.

The abbot struggled to get up from the couch, and stretched out his hand to summon the little novice who was serving at the side.

Weakness asked: "Yuanzhen, have the people of Tang Dynasty finished cutting down their trees?"

"Report to the abbot, just a little bit."

The little monk looked at the pale abbot and said respectfully.

The abbot suddenly had some waves in his heart.

Is it?

These people still have a little conscience, they just cut down some trees.

The little monk helped the abbot up the back mountain.

Ascending from the back mountain and looking far away, in the eyes of the abbot, the originally gloomy Melon City is like a bald toad.

Several bodhi flourishing places have already been potholed.

This, these Tang people are too rampant!
The abbot was patrolling around the back mountain with the help of a young novice. The back mountain, which was originally full of Bodhi, was even more desolate.

There is only one tree, still standing.

From a distance, I could smell the aroma coming from under the tree, which was the smell of beef.

The abbot took a closer look and found that it was Xuanzang who had made a big pot of beef soup under the tree.

The disciples of Kasyapa Temple gathered together under the tree, smelling the delicious beef soup, salivating.

Under the tall bodhi tree, Xuanzang is enshrined in the center by his disciples like a living Buddha.

These disciples have just finished their day's work.

Cheng Yaojin called many disciples to cut wood these few days, he was really exhausted.

Xuanzang took the opportunity to gather everyone together and preach scriptures under the bodhi tree.

The abbot was quite moved when he saw such a scene.

An expert like Master Xuanzang really has some Buddhist teachings in him.

In such a depressing situation, he can still care about thousands of disciples.

Look how sacred he is chanting.

Look how compassionate he is giving his disciples soup.

Look at how admirable he is focusing on preaching the scriptures so that his disciples can understand the Dharma.

No wonder, such a person can be so detached.

It turns out that Master Xuanzang has seen through everything and can save all sentient beings.

Watching the disciples walk up to Xuanzang one by one, he handed him a gold coin and took a bowl of soup.

Then he sat at the end of the line and looked up at Xuanzang under the bodhi tree.

The abbot couldn't help being moved.

What is Dharma, this is Dharma.

Immediately, the abbot took out a handful of gold coins from his pocket, and after much deliberation, he handed one to Xuanzang.

Sitting aside in meditation, quietly looking up at Xuanzang.

After Cheng Yaojingang finished a bowl of soup, he saw the abbot come to the top of the mountain.

Holding the picture, he sat next to the abbot.

"Look, the tree in the red circle is reserved for you."

The abbot looked down, and it was true.

All the bodhi trees in the whole city of Mellon were cut down to nothing.

The moment in front of me is exactly the only lesson in the red circle.

The abbot only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.