[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

Jueming took the clean clothes that he had prepared a long time ago, and handed the clothes to the child after he walked over.

"Put on clean clothes first, and eat in a while."

In the past few days, he watched the other party follow all the way, and he had long wanted to accept the other party.

But the master said that this person still has parents, so he can't just take apprentices on the road. There are so many of them, and it will take several months to rush to Jiangzhou from here to bring such a young child. The distance is too long for them as adults. It is extremely difficult to say, let alone bring a child.

"Let me tell you first, we are going to Jiangzhou, and we will be on the road for three months. If you can't go on the road and want to leave, you can leave us at any time."

Fa Ming put on a haughty face, pretending to be fierce and difficult to get along with, but his cold face was of no use to the newly recruited apprentice.

A group of people traveled home for three months, no matter how hard or tired the other party was, they never gave up. They followed them all the way back to Jiangzhou, worshiped under him and became the No. 4 personal disciple, and later inherited Jinshan Temple to become the next One term abbot.

In Chang'an City, Xuanzang also started his new life. Faqingfa is cultivating him with all his strength, and he is allowed to read all the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion.

I will often take him to visit other temples and accept different ways of practicing in various temples, Zen and so on.

Time twisted fingers, the young monk who was only 14 years old when he entered Beijing was 17 years old in an instant.

The three-year water and land conference was also held again. Xuanzang, who had been on the order for three years, replaced Faqing this time. He stood alone on the high platform, familiar with the scriptures, and fought with thousands of monks. Thousands of people were mobilized, ranging from Taizong's civil and military officials to ordinary people waiting in the Huasheng Temple early in the morning to listen to the lecture.

Shi Sang, who had practiced the Buddha's light for three years, squatted on the slanting eaves, and together with Chang Guang, he listened to Xuanzang below who was reciting the heavenly treasure seal, only to see that misty Buddha's light in the sun like thousands of rays of light coming from Xuanzang. issued behind.

Even if all the mortals in the ashram can't understand anything, as long as they come here and stand for two hours a day, their illnesses will disappear after 49 days.

Cihang took the wooden fork walker and turned into a human body to stand under the stage, listening to the speech above.

"Bodhisattva, compared with three years ago, this Buddha's Dharma is much more subtle." Muchaxing held a heavy treasure in his hand and listened to the words on the high platform.

They came all the way from the west to congratulate the cattle, and carried the Tripitaka all the way to the east, just to find that good believer, to teach him to go through thousands of mountains, to search for the scriptures, to go to the western bliss for shock, and to persuade the world.

"Compared to three years ago, he has improved a lot. It's a pity that he only talks about the Hinayana teachings in this southern continent. He doesn't know that there are still my Mahayana teachings in the world."

On the paper on the high platform, Xuanzang only felt that there were two eyes that could not be ignored focusing on him among the crowd, and all the people who were listening were as if they were fixed.

A familiar figure came from the crowd, went straight to the high platform and sat down cross-legged opposite him.

"Little monk, I haven't seen you for three years, do you still remember the poor monk?"

Xuanzang raised his chin and looked at the Bodhisattva statue behind the other party. His memory was not so bad that he would forget him after three years.

"I said three years ago that you, the Theravada scriptures, cannot save the souls of the dead. I have the Tripitaka scriptures here, including Dharma, Heaven, and Earth. There are 35 volumes in total, totaling 140 volumes. It’s a scripture of goodness and goodness, would you like to read it?”

Wearing nine red cassocks, Xuanzang, who is now the governor of Chang'an, raised his eyelids lightly: "What does the Bodhisattva want me to do in exchange for these scriptures."

Appeared in front of him inexplicably, and took out the big gift in his hand as soon as he came. Xuanzang lived in Chang'an for several years and experienced a hundred times more people than in Jinshan Temple. He didn't believe that the Buddha would come to him for no reason.

Cihang smiled into his snow-capped eyes; "I am Buddha Tathagata, who lives in Hezhou in the west, where there is no greed or killing, nourishing energy and potential spirit, everyone can live long, and everyone is good."

"From west to east, those who fall in the south are greedy for lust and enjoy misfortune, kill more and fight more, which is a sea of ​​right and wrong. This Tripitaka can save people to be good."

"Don't go." Xuanzang didn't even want to refuse, and looked at the person in front of him with a look of boredom; "In your eyes, the downtrodden in the south of me are greedy for lust, happy for misfortune, kill more and fight more, it's so unbelievable that it's not worth going there Xitian bliss accepts baptism."

It was the first time that Cihang, who had come from the west to help the Buddha survive ten calamities, was rejected with such a righteous reason.

"As long as you agree to go to the Western Paradise to learn scriptures, I will give you five more treasures." He didn't believe it anymore. There are still people in this world who don't care about things presented by Bodhisattvas.

"If I want your five treasures, it's tantamount to admitting that I'm a person who loves lust and enjoys misfortunes, and doesn't know right from wrong."

Mucha Xingzhe held the five treasures in his hands, and with the conversation between the two, cold sweat continued to drip from his forehead.

"Okay, put away your supernatural powers, my puja is not over yet."

Xuanzang didn't want to hear any more, he got up and motioned for them to quickly restore those sluggish people in the dojo to their original state.

Cihang and Muchaxingzhe were kicked out of the ceremony.

The two came out of the Huasheng Temple, sat at the gate of the mountain, and watched the revived ceremony in the distance.

"Bodhisattva, that golden cicada hasn't enlightened yet, and now he's just a mortal. He naturally doesn't know what learning from scriptures means to him."

Cihang looked at Taizong who was not far away, thought about it, and instantly transformed into the female figure Guanyin, and went directly to the golden body on the high platform.

Xuanzang, who was preaching the Infinite Sutra on the stage, saw the people below suddenly all look behind him.

He turned his head and saw that the Bodhisattva with a golden body made of clay had already come to life, with pearls hanging from a necklace, jeweled incense rings, jasper embroidered belts, sura robes, shrouded in auspicious light, and fairy sounds ringing his ears, walking from the high platform step by step. down.

Looking at the picture of the other party, Xuanzang sighed silently, and his intuition told him that today's conference might not be able to proceed normally.

Sure enough, the words of Guanyin Bodhisattva descending to earth in Huasheng Temple spread throughout the entire Chang'an city in an instant.

Those who were lucky enough to be present knelt down and called Amitabha, and the Bodhisattva who descended to earth was also directly invited to the Elder's Court to meet King Tang.

Xuanzang calmly packed his water cup and scriptures, and walked away from the noisy crowd with these things in his arms.

As soon as they arrived at the residence, the person who pushed the door opened the door again the next second.

"Strange, today's Fa conference ended so early?"

Chen Wei pulled the door open, looked at the sun outside the door with his head, saw the bright sunny sky and muttered: "Could it be that I haven't shown up for a whole month this time!"

That is not to miss all of Xuanzang's pujas.

The person standing on the threshold hurried back to the room, opened the diary on the table, turned to the latest page and glanced at the date on it.

"This was written yesterday, so less than a day has passed."

Looking at the marks on the diary, Chen Wei closed the diary again, took out a pair of half-new bells from his sleeve and rang them.

Shi Sang, who was squatting on the roof, heard the ringing, her big ears shaking, but she didn't dare to move her body.

Changguang is worse than it, the whole person has turned into a lamp standing beside it, they specially chose the best roof of the Elder Hall to watch the little monk's puja, and the Bodhisattva also chose this place.

The wooden fork walker squatted beside them, curiously looking at a lamp and the little fox in front of him: "So they are two temple spirits."

The author has something to say: Chen Wei: You speak so arrogantly that you are not afraid of him hitting you.

Xuanzang: He said that in the Western Paradise, everyone is good, and there are no evil people. Doesn't hitting me prove that what he said is false.

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