The heavens play: everyone has a system

In a courtyard, King Huangmei and King Inspiration gathered together.

"What's going on? Why hasn't Tang Seng arrived at Tongtian River yet?"

The king of inspiration asked dissatisfied.

Now it is the last step to reach Lingshan. At such a critical moment, Tang Seng disappeared unexpectedly. This is why the king of inspiration is not upset.

"I don't know about that either.

I watched Tang Seng leave with my own eyes, and there was a Bodhisattva escorting me on the way, so how could something go wrong? "

The King of Inspiration sneered coldly:
"Don't you think I didn't find him on the way here?"

"That's weird."

King Huangmei thought slowly.

The king of inspiration also knew that now was not the time to quarrel, so he began to think slowly.

Not long after, a Miaoman figure floated down from the sky.

"Why did you call me here in such a hurry?"

"Tang Seng is missing!"

"what?"

Even the figure who had always been indifferent was still surprised when he heard this sentence.

"Could it be Gan Wu who killed him?"

The king of inspiration couldn't help guessing.

"Impossible, with the presence of the Buddha of the Western Paradise, Tang Seng will never die!"

Miaoman's figure denied it outright.

"Well, let me check it out."

Miaoman's figure pinched her slender fingers and slowly closed her eyes.

After a while, she opened her eyes with a serious expression on her face.

"Tang Seng is not dead, but something will happen to him soon!"

"I can't figure out what exactly happened, but there is no doubt that Roy and the others are responsible."

"Then what should we do now? Go find Roy and the others and rescue Tang Seng?"

The Yellow-Browed King asked.

"No, this time the situation is very serious, and it is still not something we can solve.

You guys hide in the dark, I will go to heaven to rescue soldiers.

No matter how capable they are, they cannot be opponents of Heavenly Court. "

"it is good."

The two thought for a while and could only nod.

In an instant, the three figures disappeared into the yard.

……

"Elder Tang, where did you go just now?"

Master Yuanji looked at Tang Seng with a smile.

Tang Seng stood where he was, not knowing what was going on, a chill spread throughout his body.

"Just now I played in the bamboo forest for a while."

Tang Seng's face was a little pale, and he looked away and said.

"Oh, Elder Tang is really in a good mood."

Tang Seng forced a smile and turned to look at the bamboo forest.

"In this arid place, it is really rare to have such a lush bamboo forest."

"This bamboo forest was irrigated by poor monks and disciples every day, and it took five years to grow to such a scale."

Master Yuanji stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Master is indeed a man of great perseverance."

Tang Seng looked at the extremely clear water in the bucket, and suddenly thought of the child picking up food in the mud, and felt a strong discomfort in his heart.

"It would be great if this water could be given to those children."

Master Yuanji waved gently.

"Elder Tang, let's go into the small temple to chat, and the vegetarian meal is ready."

Tang Seng raised his head with firm eyes.

"Okay, let's go to the small temple and have a good chat."

Taking big steps, Tang Seng walked into the small temple.

Elder Yuanji was taken aback looking at this scene, Tang Seng seemed to be a different person suddenly.

"Did he see it?"

The native elder narrowed his eyes.

"Hmph, so what if you see it, can you still hide from it?"

Putting on his smile again, Elder Yuanji walked into the small temple.

"Come here. This is a vegetarian meal specially prepared for you by the poor monk. I heard that Tang people like gruel with vegetarian buns the most.

We don't have this steamed stuffed bun, but there are still similar things. "

In a simple bowl, there are several red things that resemble steamed buns.

Tang Seng picked up one and took a bite under the gaze of Master Yuanji.

"This...could it be made of red dates?"

Tang Seng asked in surprise.

"Yes."

Master Yuanji smiled slightly.

Tang Seng put down the food slowly, raised his head and looked at Master Yuanji.

"Master, do you know what those ordinary children outside eat?"

Master Yuanji was very calm:

"Naturally, the food is similar to ours, but we monks can't eat meat, so it may be lighter."

Roy chuckled.

"See, this is the master of pretending to be confused."

Tang Seng ignored Roy, but said to himself.

"Before the poor monk entered the Buddhist kingdom, he met a child by the river. She was so young that the poor monk couldn't even tell her gender.

She was standing in the mud, digging in the mud for something she didn't know if she could eat it, and stuffed it into her mouth indiscriminately. "

"It's very different from the food we're sitting here enjoying."

Master Yuanji didn't change his face, and said with a faint smile:
"Not all children are like this, the world is like this, they have committed sins in their previous lives, and they should pay back in this life.

This is the law of heaven! "

Tang Seng smiled. He used to think the same way, but later, he found that it was a very stupid thing.

"Master, you are wrong."

Tang Seng said very solemnly.

"People may really need to pay for the sins of their previous life, but that doesn't mean they don't have the right to pursue happiness.

People in the world can endure hardships and live very difficult lives, but they cannot live without a heart to pursue a better life.

The rich also have their moments of pain, and the poor also have their moments of laughter.

This is what they should have. "

Master Yuanji was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said:

"What does that have to do with us?"

Tang Seng looked at Master Yuanji very seriously.

"Yes, and it has a lot to do with it."

"Buddhas represent those who lead, and we cannot stop them from pursuing a better life.

Let's not let them lose the heart to pursue beauty! "

Master Yuanji's face darkened, but it only lasted for a short moment. If Tang Seng hadn't been staring at him, he might not have seen this scene at all.

"People in the world are ignorant, so what's wrong with me waiting for monks to guide them?"

"Guiding, not taming, you are just using the name of guiding."

Tang Seng said solemnly.

Master Yuanji smiled lightly.

"Elder Tang studied Hinayana Buddhism, the poor monk can understand your feelings.

But comparing the Mahayana Buddhism with the Hinayana Buddhism, doesn't it seem a bit clumsy? "

Tang Seng smiled, which contained many emotions.

There is relaxation, there is regret, there is bitterness, there is sorrow.

But these emotions disappeared quickly, and turned into a kind of joy.

Standing up cheerfully, Tang Seng looked at the distant sky.

"Someone once said a word to me. I couldn't understand it at the time. Now it seems that what he said makes sense."

Master Yuanji frowned.

"What?"

"He said, China is a vast country with thousands of years of history, and my culture and thinking are far superior to other countries in the world.

In such a history, countless great men have been born in China, and countless thoughts have been derived.

Since this is the case, then why do you have to go all the way to the west to seek scriptures? "

"This Mahayana Dharma, it doesn't matter if you don't take it!"