Back to the early Tang Dynasty to be a fairy

Chapter 1094 Master Kumarajiva, Genius Yema is the foundation of my Buddhism
Just as Kong Qing was drawing a lottery and upgrading the things he drew at the Goddess of Spring, in the Huayan Temple on Taibai Peak in Zhongnan Mountain, the great monk Du Shun who had not yet obtained the title of "Emperor's Heart" was sitting alone. In the apse of Huayan Temple, looking at a pendant with the swastika in front of him, his wrinkled face was deeply tired.

"Ugh……"

The Great Monk Du Shun reached out and picked up the swastika pendant in front of him, and heaved a long sigh, the expression on his face seemed cloudy and uncertain under the flickering lights.

"It turns out that old monks are not immune to vulgarity...time and destiny are also fate, so what can I say!"

Following the words, the Great Monk Du Shun raised his hand, circulated his zhenqi with his fingertips, and tapped the ten thousand-character pendant in front of him lightly and continuously for dozens of times. The strength and frequency of the zhenqi injected each time different.

After finishing all this, the Great Monk Du Shun put the swastika pendant in his hand back in front of him, then lowered his eyes, turned the rosary in his hand, and began to wait patiently as if he had settled down.

After about a quarter of an hour, the swastika pendant flickered and shone with a subtle light.

If Kong Qing was present at this time, and used the appraisal technique to look at the token from Ye Motian, he would have found that the "sealed" status originally carried on the token had been removed when the swastika charm re-lit. Lifted.

"Namo Dafang Guangfo!"

After the seal of the Yemotian token was lifted, the great monk Du Shun did not immediately pick up the token and reactivate it, but turned the rosary in his hand again, and waited patiently for more than a minute. , then stretched out his hand, tapped lightly on the swastika pendant in front of him, and poured his pure Buddhist energy directly into the token.

Swish!
With the infusion of true energy, the swastika pendant suddenly shone with dazzling light, and then the light gradually spilled out, covering Monk Du Shun's whole body. Just after the light reached its peak, with a soft sound, the original The swastika pendant that the Great Monk Du Shun, who was still sitting in the room, in front of him disappeared into the light at the same time.

……

The next moment, a flash of light erupted on a certain floating island in the secret place of Kunshan in the midst of the wilderness, and then the Great Monk Du Shun, who was holding a pendant with the word Swastika, came out calmly from the light.

"Fa Shun!"

Then, Great Monk Du Shun heard a gentle voice coming from his ear.

"Well, what's the situation outside now?"

"Namo Dafang Guangfo!"

After hearing the voice, Great Monk Du Shun clasped his hands together and bowed calmly to a curly-haired Hu monk sitting under a certain linden tree not far from him.

"To tell the truth, Master Kumarajiva, the external situation is very bad now... According to the poor monk who asked someone to inquire from the Taishi Bureau, we can know that under the attack of the immortal capitals of various Daomen, the secret realms of my Buddhist sect have been destroyed one after another. If you miss, it can be said to be a heavy loss!
Just two days ago, the old monk learned from the monk who had been empowered by the Fahua Sect that the secret place of the Tiantai that was originally controlled by the Fahua Sect had also fallen, and the number of practicing monks who were able to escape from the Tiantai was even less than a handful... ..."

"Namo World Honored One Tathagata!"

After hearing what Monk Du Shun said, Kumarajiva, the curly-haired bearded monk in front of him, put his palms together and recited a Buddha's name with a heavy face.

"The old monk was still wondering why Fashun you came in with the token of empowerment given by the old monk in the past. Did the Fahua sect also encounter this kind of fate? Sigh! This is really a catastrophe for the Buddhist sect..."

Having said that, the curly-haired monk sighed heavily, and continued.

"Fa Shun, didn't you say last time that people from the Immortal City of the Gate might have targeted Huayan Temple, and you asked me to temporarily close Yemotian, what's the situation now?"

"Thank you, Master Kumarajiva for your inquiry!"

After hearing what the curly-haired Hu monk said, Monk Du Shun first bowed slightly to thank him, and then continued to speak calmly.

"After all, the poor monk has a different background from others. In addition, Du Ruhui, the nephew of the family, is also a new nobleman in this dynasty. Even the Taoist fairy capital should give me some face for the Jingzhao Du family. So after the poor monk sent Junior Brother Jizang to Yemotian , the Taoist immortals who came back did not find any clues, so they had to retreat."

"Just retreat!"

After hearing what Monk Du Shun said, the curly-haired monk nodded immediately, with a gratified smile on his face.

"This time my Buddhism suffered a catastrophe, and many Buddhist sects encountered disasters one after another. Only Huayan, Lianzong and Zen were preserved. It seems that the future prosperity of my Buddhism will still fall on you."

"If you can contribute to the great prosperity of my Buddhism, the poor monk will naturally have a duty to do it!"

As soon as Monk Curly-haired Hu finished speaking, Monk Du Shun put his palms together and said respectfully.

"However, the real background of my Buddhism is not waiting for me. Even the poor monk and me, Huayan, will be killed by the Taoist sect. But as long as Ye Motian and the masters are still there, then sooner or later, my Buddhism will be able to flourish again in the world."

"Ha ha!"

After hearing Monk Dushun's words, the curly-haired monk suddenly let out a few unexplained laughter.

"From the eyes of others, we are nothing more than a group of corpses hiding in the secret realm, lingering on their last breaths. I never thought that Fashun, you would think so highly of me!"

"The poor monk never tells lies..."

Monk Du Shun clasped his hands together and said calmly.

"With Ye Motian and all the masters here, the classics and inheritance of my Buddhism are there, and these classics and inheritance are the real foundation of my Buddhism. As long as they are there, even if my Buddhism encounters the predicament when Wu Zong exterminated Buddha in the past, it will not be difficult." It will be revived again soon.”

"Hehe! Fashun, you really deserve to be a Buddhist wise man, what you said won my heart..."

After hearing what Monk Du Shun said, the curly-haired monk nodded with a smile on his face.

"This time when the Buddhism suffered a catastrophe and the secret realms of various sects were attacked by Taoist fairy capitals, many people in Yemotian clamored for me to come forward to help other sects resist the invasion of Taoism, but the old monk has never done so. I did it to follow what you said..."

As he spoke, Monk Curly-haired Hu calmly got up from under the tree, waved to the Great Monk Du Shun, then turned around, looking at the dozens of floating islands suspended in the void in the distance with a ecstatic expression, and the floating islands from the floating islands. Faint Zen singing from the island.

"..."

Great Monk Du Shun clasped his hands together, calmly walked behind the curly-haired monk and stood still without saying a word.

"As Fashun you said, even if the other sects are destroyed, as long as my Buddhist classics and inheritance of Ye Motian are still there, after the time passes and the world changes, Buddhism will naturally have a chance to revive. If other sects cause my Yemotian to be robbed, then my Buddhist sect may never have a chance to revive!"

Speaking of this, the curly-haired monk's face was full of sorrow.He looked at the floating island in the distance and paused for a moment, then turned around and said to Monk Dushun gently.

"By the way, Fashun, you must have come to Yemotian for Jizang's business. Don't worry about this. The old monk has already found a suitable cauldron for him. Jizang will be reborn in a few days. It's broken, but there shouldn't be any other problems."

After hearing what the curly-haired monk said, Monk Du Shun immediately showed a grateful look on his face. At the same time, he put his hands together and bowed to the curly-haired monk.

"Then I would like to thank Master Kumarajiva!"

"It's all from the Buddhist lineage, as it should be!"

The curly-haired monk nodded with a smile, and then looked at Monk Du Shun with a look of relief.

"Fa Shun, since you care so much about Monk Ji Zang, why don't you stay with me at Ye Mo Tian before he is resurrected?"

"The poor monk has long been yearning for Yemotian..."

After hearing the curly-haired Hu monk's words, an eager light flashed in the eyes of the monk Du Shun.

"If you can stay in this Buddhist holy land for a few days, it will be a lifetime of comfort!"

"Ha ha……"

Seeing Monk Dushun's answer, the curly-haired monk suddenly laughed happily.

"Fa Shun, you are too fond of love. In fact, apart from the amazing scenery, Yemotian doesn't have enough aura. I believe Fashun, you can feel it too. The aura here is far worse than the secret place on the rooftop... "

"The poor monk really felt it..."

Although the curly-haired Hu monk said so, Monk Du Shun still replied respectfully.

"But Ye Motian is the first Buddhist secret realm created by masters Shi Moteng and Zhu Falan. At that time, the two masters were not very familiar with the means of creating secret realms, so it is not surprising that Ye Motian's aura is not as good as other secret realms! "

"Ha ha!"

Regarding the explanation of Monk Du Shun, the curly-haired Hu monk burst out laughing.

"Fashun, you are truly a Buddhist wise man. I believe that Zhu Falan and Shi Moteng will be very happy to hear your explanation..."

While speaking, the curly-haired monk has already walked towards the center of the secret realm along the road of this floating island.

"You come with the old monk first, and let the old monk arrange a place for you. The day when Monk Jizang will be reborn should be just a few days away!"

"Yes!"

Regarding the curly-haired Hu monk's words, Monk Du Shun still put his palms together respectfully and bowed down to salute.

"Thank you, Master Kumarajiva!"

(End of this chapter)