[Quick Transmigration] Disaster for the country

Unknowingly, six years have passed, and Jiang Liu'er has grown into a gentle and elegant young man. He has a deep root of wisdom since childhood, far surpassing his peers, and now he is proficient in Buddhism and is well-known far and wide.

One day, a scholar who didn't believe in Buddhism came up to the mountain to argue, and the monks in the temple were speechless.

He was triumphant, and said: "The Paradise of Ultimate Bliss is illusory, no one has seen it at all, how can you make the world believe it?"

Just when the monks in the temple were helpless, a young monk with a handsome face and white clothes covered with snow stood up.

His figure is like jade, gentle and elegant, it is Jiang Liu'er.

Jiang Liu'er said: "Don't the benefactor want to know whether the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss exists? Please come with me."

The scholar was full of doubts, but he followed him, and other monks in the temple also followed, wondering how he would prove the existence of the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

Jiang Liu'er took the scholar into a dark room, it was so pitch black that he couldn't see anything.

Jiang Liu'er said, "There is a hammer in the corner."

The scholar tried his best to see it, but he couldn't see it no matter what.

Jiang Liu'er lit a candle at this time, and when the light shone, there was indeed a hammer in the corner.

He asked, "If you can't see it, doesn't it exist?"

The scholar was silent.

Jiang Liu'er said: "People's understanding is like this light, which can illuminate the darkness. If one's own practice reaches a certain level, one will naturally be able to eliminate ignorance and see the world of bliss."

If the scholar realized something, he would no longer dare to be arrogant and rude, bow his head and retreat.

The monks in the temple rejoiced and praised Jiang Liuer's words well.

The abbot said: "Jiang Liu'er, you have obtained the true meaning of my Buddha, it's time to give you a dharma name. I have already thought about it, let's call it Xuanzang."

Jiang Liu'er clapped his hands together in thanks.

The next day, Xuanzang was discussing Buddhism with his brothers and sisters in the monastery when he heard a shout from outside: "Jiang Liuer!"

Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said, "A friend came to see me, so Xuanzang will take his leave first."

After speaking, exit the hall.

After he left, a senior brother who was about his age said, "That girl must have come to look for him."

Another monk who was younger said: "That girl is so beautiful!"

The oldest monk present scolded: "Speak carefully! How can a monk talk about a woman's appearance? You are not calm!"

The little monk blushed instantly with embarrassment.

On the other side, Xuanzang went out to meet Shen Yin, who was sitting at the stone table playing with Pearl.

The young girl is like a flower that blooms in early spring, with a peerless and unparalleled beauty, like a goddess on a mural.

The breeze blew through her hair, and the jade-like face shrouded in the morning light, like a flawless moon.

Xuanzang also sat down at the stone table and said, "The abbot has given me a dharma name, and I will be called Xuanzang from now on."

Shen Yin said: "Xuanzang? It doesn't sound nice at all, I'll call you Jiang Liuer."

Xuanzang smiled gently: "As you wish."

He talked about the scholar's going up the mountain yesterday, Shen Yin listened quietly and found it very interesting.

The two sat together to discuss the Dharma, and the monk sweeping the floor not far away peeked at Shen Yin from time to time, and did not finish sweeping for a long time.

That night, all the monks were chanting scriptures together in the temple, and the host suddenly said, "Xuanzang, why do you always go to see that female benefactor?"

The hall suddenly became quiet, and a monk said: "Xuanzang, your heart is not calm."

Never thought that Xuanzang said calmly: "A benefactor? I only have a benefactor in my heart, and there are no female benefactors. I have a Buddha in my heart, and everything I see is like a Buddha."

He is so calm, and his mind is as clear as water, which is amazing.

Xuanzang said again: "Everyone in the world can seek the Dharma, why is it a young girl's turn, and the monks avoid it instead? Is it the girl who is wrong, or the Dharma is wrong?"

In fact, what was wrong was not the girl, nor the Dharma, but the human heart.

Just because my mind is uncertain, I deliberately avoid taboos. If the Buddha's heart is really firm, no matter how beautiful or ugly he is, he will just deal with it indifferently.

The host smiled slightly and asked, "Who is restless?"

The monks were ashamed, and no one talked about Xuanzang from then on.

But, does he really see that everything is like a Buddha?

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It was another leisurely afternoon, Xuanzang sat in the pavilion and told stories to Shen Yin.

She wore two long braids, one hanging on her chest, and the other was holding and dangling in her hands. She just looked at him with her face propped up and listened to his stories.

Over the years, he no longer knows how many stories he has told, and those stories are like stars in the sky, countless.

At the beginning, they were all stories from the Buddhist scriptures, but after he finished telling them, in order to make her feel interesting, he started to make up stories, there were all kinds of stories from all over the world.

The sun shone on her face, as if she had painted her eyelashes with a layer of gold powder, and a falling flower fell on the top of her hair.

Xuanzang stretched out his hand, took off the flower, and met her twinkling eyes the next moment.

For a moment, he subconsciously let go, and the flower floated away from his fingertips.

He suddenly panicked and said, "I haven't figured out the ending of that story yet, so I'll tell you next time."

After speaking, he hurried away.

At the end of the month, the pearl died, and the lifespan of the bird was not long. It was good enough for it to live until now, but it was inevitably sad.

Xuanzang buried it under the tree, and for the next few days he showed a sad look, and went to have a look under the tree from time to time, which he called the sparrow mound.

The abbot sighed after knowing it: "People who have always had a deep root of wisdom have a deeper root of love than ordinary people, and can feel everything in this world better. Maybe this will become his disaster in the future."

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Life is always fleeting, as is the case with birds, and so with people.

At the end of the year, Shen Yin's grandfather passed away, and from then on, she could only rely on herself, going out to fish every morning, and returning home with the sunset in the evening.

She doesn't have as much free time as before. She used to go up the mountain once every three to five days, but now she only goes up the mountain in ten days and a half months.

One day, a senior brother said he was going down the mountain to do some shopping, and asked who would go with him, and Xuanzang went with him.

A group of monks separated separately and agreed to meet again in the evening and go back to the temple together.

Xuanzang arrived at the river and sat there the whole time, as if waiting for something.

As the sun sets, the entire river is shrouded in orange-red warm light, sparkling under the sunlight.

A fishing boat approached slowly in the distance, with ripples under the boat, ripples trailing behind the boat.

The beautiful fisherwoman stood at the bow of the boat, paddled slowly, and approached the shore.

Shen Yin tied the boat, jumped off, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Xuanzang said: "I will go down the mountain with my brothers to buy."

Shen Yin pointed to the fish in the fishing net, and said: "I caught a lot of fish today, and I will sell them tomorrow."

Xuanzang showed a look of unbearable: "What a cute fish, it will be eaten by people."

He suddenly took out some money and handed it to Shen Yin: "How many fish can this money buy?"

Shen Yin said: "Only enough to buy five."

Xuanzang said, "Then give me five."

Shen Yin randomly picked out five fish from the net and gave them to him.

Xuanzang put all five fish back into the water, and smiled.

Shen Yin said: "Even if you let them go now, I will definitely catch them again in the future."

Xuanzang said: "Then I will buy it again, if it can be saved for a while, I will save it for a while."

Shen Yin smiled, went to the cabin to fetch a flute, and played it.

The fisherman was bored by boating, and often played the flute on the river to entertain himself. Her grandfather often played it, and she would naturally do it too.

The evening breeze is gentle, and the melodious sound of the flute floats on the river, accompanied by the smoke rising from every household, and goes away with the wind.

After the song is over, Xuanzang is about to leave, and he puts his hands together to bid farewell to Shen Yin.

Shen Yin jumped onto the boat, beckoned and left.

On the shimmering river, her figure is slim and graceful, looking leisurely and at ease.

Xuanzang smiled slightly, turned around and left, the evening wind blew his clothes, and he was in a particularly good mood.

Later, Xuanzang often went down the mountain to buy fish. He didn't have much money. Sometimes he bought two fish, sometimes he bought three fish. Later, because too many people came, he could only buy one fish.

The people at the foot of the mountain were amazed: "Why does the monk still buy fish? Isn't meat forbidden in Buddhism?"

The young monk said calmly, "I bought fish to release them. Even if I can't save them all, I will do my best."

Buying fish every day to release them, at the expense of one's own money, in exchange for the fish's temporary freedom, how stupid and innocent.

People all praised Xuanzang, saying that he was merciful.

Only Xuanzang knew that he always went down the mountain to buy fish just to see her.

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It's the rainy season again, the drizzle is falling gently, and the whole city is covered with a thin layer of mist.

Xuanzang and Shen Yin strolled in the city, and while walking, they talked about the story of Venerable Ananda.

Legend has it that Ananda met a woman on the stone bridge and fell in love with her ever since. He was willing to turn himself into a stone bridge and endure the wind for 500 years and the sun for 500 years, hoping that one day she could walk across the bridge.

There was a stone bridge just ahead, Shen Yin dragged Xuanzang to walk across the bridge.

The drizzle wet the bridge, and the water under the bridge was gurgling, and the figures of the two were reflected in the water, flickering with the water waves.

Having just told such a story, now that the two of them walked across the bridge together, Xuanzang couldn't help but feel a stir.

But Shen Yin seemed to be interested, and said: "Today, let's walk all the bridges in the whole city!"

Holding an umbrella, she walked forward very happily, and he followed suit.

One bridge after another passed, gardenias sparkled with raindrops, and the whole city fainted in the drizzle.