[Quick Transmigration] Disaster for the country

The years are as slow as running water, Xuanzang chanted scriptures and burned incense every day, living a leisurely life.

The mulberry trees in the temple grew one crop after another, and Shen Yin would go up the mountain to pick them every year, and if he couldn't finish them, he would make cakes and give them to him.

The mountain road is very long, but she will always come, sit on the steps and listen to him recite scriptures, and even she will recite the scriptures after listening too much.

Every time she leaves, the sunset glow in the sky is always extraordinarily beautiful, with large patches of orange red, like blooming flowers.

These days are so ordinary, there is almost no change, nothing more than the cool breeze in spring and the singing of cicadas in summer, but Xuanzang feels very happy.

He thought that time would always pass like this, but suddenly one day, she fell ill.

It's tuberculosis, which can't be cured.

She started coughing every day, and later even coughed up blood.

He was flustered, picked herbs for her every day, and prayed for her thousands of times before the Buddha.

Unfortunately to no avail.

She was about to disappear from his life like that little sparrow.

On the hospital bed, Shen Yin looked at Xuanzang's sad and painful expression, suddenly smiled, and said softly, "Forget it."

She was so vile, he should have kept him in mind and kept suffering, but forget it.

She closed her eyes and left.

Xuanzang burst into tears, unable to restrain his grief, and buried her in the back mountain of the temple.

He goes to see her every day, obviously she usually talks a lot and loves to laugh, but now she is just a silent tombstone.

At the beginning, he always looked at the tombstone and wept silently, but then he stopped crying.

The monks in the temple thought that he had calmed down, and that time was the medicine to heal sorrow.

It's just that when he was reciting scriptures to the Buddha statue, he would mistake the Buddha statue for her face and stare at it in a daze.

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The mulberry tree in the temple bears fruit again, and there are so many that it can't be eaten up, but no one comes to pick it anymore.

The ground was covered with purple mulberries, which were eaten by birds.

The sun was shining on the steps, Xuanzang sat on it and chanted scriptures, and the passing teachers and brothers greeted him, and he responded with a smile.

It's just that after the person left, his smile gradually faded. Looking at the shadows of the whirling trees in the yard, he suddenly remembered the breeze blowing in the yard when he was sitting with her.

Xuanzang never went down the mountain again, even though there were many fish to be sold in the market every day, he never bought them again.

He wasn't there to buy fish in the first place, and now that he's gone, there's no need for him to go down the mountain.

Sometimes Xuanzang felt that she was just hiding like when he was a child, but he couldn't find her, but where was she?

Xuanzang asked the Buddha, but the Buddha just looked at him with compassion and did not tell him the answer.

The scholar from back then came up the mountain again. He was full of worries and went to Xuanzang, hoping to relieve his troubles.

But Xuanzang, who had a clear mind in the past, couldn't make him realize it. Even he himself was in a sea of ​​suffering, so how could he help others to escape?

If you want to cross others, you must cross yourself first. Xuanzang decided to go west to seek the Dharma, and went to the Buddha to find the answer.

Xuanzang set off on a white horse with his luggage on his back. He left the customs all the way and entered the vast desert.

The yellow sand is long, thousands of miles of wilderness, and there is no end in sight. The monk in white walks alone, and the figure climbing on the back of the dune is like a tough Populus euphratica.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and Xuanzang's lips were cracked, and when he pursed his lips, there was a smell of blood.

Soon after, the white horse died unexpectedly. He struggled forward in the desert, thinking that he would die several times.

But when he looked up, the sunset glow in the sky was brilliant and bright, like the rouge on her face.

So he persisted and continued westward.

For thousands of miles, he walked forward step by step, just to find an answer.

Xuanzang encountered a sandstorm, and the yellow sand almost buried him, but when he woke up, a breeze was blowing on his face, like her fingers.

He followed the wind and found an oasis. The clear lake shone under the moonlight, like her gentle eyes.

Xuanzang walked to the side of the lake, and gently held up a handful of lake water, as if holding a bunch of gentle eyes.

He filled the water and continued to move forward, leaving a string of lonely footprints in the boundless desert, showing his piety.

The desert has a limit, but the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. When will all living beings reach the shore?

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Year after year, Xuanzang finally arrived in the Buddhist kingdom of Tianzhu. The people there were shocked when they heard that he had walked step by step from the distant Tang Dynasty, and they all came to see him.

Xuanzang went to the most prestigious Nalanda Temple in Tianzhu, where there was a virtuous and profound Dharma master.

The sun was shining on the courtyard, under the huge Buddha statue, an old monk looked at Xuanzang and asked, "Why did you come?"

Xuanzang knelt in front of the Buddha statue and said, "I fell in love with a woman, but I can never find her again. I came here to seek liberation."

The monk smiled slightly and said, "Ask yourself, can you really not find her?"

Xuanzang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly recalled the sunset glow, the breeze, the lake in the desert...

Seeing his expression, the monk smiled again: "Isn't she in your heart?"

In a word, like a breeze, the attachment and pain in Xuanzang's heart were blown away.

It turns out that she has been...

Even though she is no longer visible, it doesn't mean she doesn't exist anymore, she just turned into a clear breeze and a bright moon.

Xuanzang remembered what he said to scholars many years ago: If you can't see it, does it mean it doesn't exist?

Obviously, I was able to tell others the truth a long time ago, but why have I been trapped for so long?

In an instant, it suddenly became clear, and all attachments were let go.

Xuanzang smiled and bowed down to the Buddha, and the Buddha statue looked at him compassionately.

Xuanzang left, this time he walked very easily, if there is no obsession in the heart, the sea of ​​suffering will come to the shore.

After walking for a few more years, Xuanzang returned to the Tang Dynasty and brought back countless scriptures, which shocked everyone.

The king of Tang wanted to build a temple for him and let him live in Chang'an, but he refused and returned to the White Horse Temple in Luoyang.

Xuanzang preached scriptures to people every day, and there were many pilgrims. Everyone got relief from him.

Year after year, the mulberries in the temple grow every year. He picks them every year and distributes them to the pilgrims who come here.

The steps were covered with fallen flowers, and he still sat there chanting scriptures, and began to compile the Great Tang Dynasty Records of the Western Regions.

She likes listening to stories best.

He went down the mountain again, and every time he went to buy fish and release them, as if she was still there.

He traveled to every bridge in the city, hoping to form a relationship with her in the afterlife.

Xuanzang lived a very long life. He didn't feel that his time was approaching until he was in his 90s, so he meditated on the steps.

He smiled as usual every day, and no one knew he passed away.

It wasn't until night that the monks found out and cremated him sadly.

All virtuous and eminent monks will condense relics after death, and the more advanced their cultivation, the more colorful and crystal clear the relics will be.

These relics have always been enshrined to protect future generations.

Xuanzang saved countless people throughout his life, and his relics must have been radiant.

The monks cremated Xuanzang, and when they looked at the dust, they were all extremely surprised.

It turned out to be a red bean.

Lovesick to the bone, this heart does not change.