Datang Lianzhong Sanyuan, shocked to hear that my father killed a dragon in a dream

Chapter 62 Wei Shuyu: Little Tang Monk, don't call him Uncle, call him Brother!

Except for the rotating officials, all the officials of the Tang Dynasty have ushered in a rest period of nearly 20 days.

As the Spring Festival approached, the operation of the center of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty finally slowed down.

In the gloomy sky, snowflakes are slowly falling, as if covering Datang with a layer of silver.

The crystal snowflakes are flying all over the sky, the lights of thousands of houses, and the smoke from the cooking stoves are peaceful and peaceful!
In front of Zheng Guogong's mansion, there was a carriage parked.

Today Wu Meiniang was wearing a white fleece jacket with a fluffy white collar, her face was flushed red, and white air was exhaling from her mouth, looking like a winter beauty.

Wei Shuyu was wearing a white shirt as usual, with a white cloak over it.

A coal stove was burning in the carriage, and the ventilation pipe protruded from the top of the carriage, burning wisps of smoke. The interior of the carriage was spacious and clean, and it was hot.

Although he is a cultivator, he is not afraid of extreme heat and cold, but what Wei Shuyu wants to say is: "Since winter is here, enjoy it..."

Life is always like this.

The driver was a servant from Zheng Guogong's mansion, and Wei Shuyu and Wu Meiniang sat alone in the carriage and set off for Jinshan Temple today.

Li Chunfeng went back to Qianlong Temple first, and then rushed to Jinshan Temple by himself later.

"Go to the Chen Mansion first, and pick up Guangrui."

"Okay, sir, sit still." The young man raised his long whip and drove towards the Chen residence.

Chen House.

Chen Guangrui and Yin Wenjiao also packed up and were about to go to Jinshan Temple, when the servant at the gate came to report.

"My lord, the Lord Protector is here."

"Uncle Yu?"

Chen Guangrui brought Yin Wenjiao to the gate of the mansion.

"Guangrui, get in the car and set off." Wei Shuyu smiled and invited Chen Guangrui to ride with him.

"Shuyu, isn't that good? My wife and I rented a carriage later." Chen Guangrui was a little envious of Wei Shuyu's custom-made carriage, but it cost a lot of five hundred guan!

"It's freezing cold, don't bother, there's nothing wrong with it, you can still talk along the way."

"Okay, thank you, Shuyu!"

Chen Guangrui took Yin Wenjiao into Wei Shuyu's carriage together, the interior space was spacious, and it would not be a problem for three or four people to sit.

The servant smiled lightly, brandishing his long whip, and drove the carriage through the shallow snow, out of Chang'an City, and rushed towards Jinshan Temple.

Wei Shuyu chatted with Chen Guangrui, Wu Meiniang chatted with Yin Wenjiao, they were very harmonious.

"Shuyu, what are you doing at the Buddhist temple?"

Wei Shuyu smiled mysteriously, whispered in his ear, "I want a child!"

Chen Guangrui immediately understood that Wei Shuyu had been married for five or six years and had no heirs yet.

"That's what I should ask for."

"Shuyu, I don't mean anything else, I know Abbot Kongming very well, and we will be together then." Chen Guangrui added hastily.

Wei Shuyu smiled and said, "Okay, that's it."

Departed early in the morning, around noon, the carriage arrived outside the Jinshan Temple.

Wei Shuyu got out of the carriage, stepping on the snow under his feet, making a creaking sound.

Wei Shuyu looked towards Jinshan Temple, and faintly could see wisps of golden light rising from the temple. There was an aura rushing towards his face in the golden light, which made Wei Shuyu feel a little uncomfortable.

"It really is a solemn treasure temple!"

Compared with the number of Buddhist temples, Taoist temples are much less, which has a lot to do with the previous dynasties.

At that time, perhaps Taoism was in decline, and Buddhism aggressively marched into the Eastern Tang Dynasty. A poem can't be more appropriate to describe it.

In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, how many buildings were in the mist and rain.

At that time, the people's livelihood was in decline, food was scarce, and the crisis was unprecedentedly serious, but Buddhist temples sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and the buildings were all resplendent.

This resplendent and majestic temple contains the blood of many human races...

"Daddy, Daddy, you're here."

As soon as Wei Shuyu got out of the carriage, he saw a five or six-year-old young novice in a thick monk's robe running towards him with open arms and joy on his face.

The little novice immediately hugged Chen Guangrui's thigh, with pitiful eyes and countless hopes.

Chen Guangrui hugged the little monk lovingly and dotingly, "Did you eat well? Did you study hard with the master?"

"Yeah, I ate well, and I learned from the master well. The brothers all praised me." The little novice nodded fiercely.

"I just miss my father and mother."

Yin Wenjiao took Chen Jiangliu in distress, holding back the tears in her eyes.

Wei Shuyu stood quietly at the side, looking at the little novice in Yin Wenjiao's arms. He looked cute and handsome, very similar to Chen Guangrui. He must be a handsome man when he grows up... er... a beautiful monk!

"This is... Chen Jiangliu, Tang Xuanzang!"

Name: Chen Jiangliu, Tang Seng, Tang Xuanzang
Race: Human Race (Hongmeng Alien Species: Six-Winged Cicada)
Qualification: Little Chaos Demon God Level (Sealed)
Repair: none
Practice: Hinayana Buddhism

Looking at the information displayed by the system, Wei Shuyu was not surprised at all.

Daoist Mosquito is also a variant of Hongmeng, named: Six-winged Black Mosquito!
One is the six-winged black mosquito, the other is the six-winged golden cicada, and they are both of the primordial species. How could there be no connection between them?

Wei Shuyu learned from the inheritance deep in the blood of Taoist Mosquito that the six-winged black mosquito and the six-winged golden cicada are natural enemies.

Wei Shuyu has also heard about the origin of the six-winged golden cicada.

According to legend, before Jieyin became a saint without proving the Tao, he traveled through the chaos and the prehistoric, and encountered the stubborn six-winged golden cicada by chance.

After receiving the introduction, the spiritual wisdom of the golden cicada was wiped out, and it was placed on the bodhi tree, and it was nurtured by the supreme Dharma. After an unknown number of years, the golden cicada was finally reborn with spiritual wisdom!
This is Jin Chanzi, who is born close to Buddhism and has extremely high aptitude. In Buddhism, his Buddhist attainments are second only to Tathagata Buddha. Even Avalokitesvara, Manjusri, and Samantabhadra Bodhisattvas are not Jin Chanzi's opponents in Buddhism!

"Golden cicada, six-winged golden cicada, hehe..." The corners of Wei Shuyu's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.

aside.

Chen Guangrui also smiled and introduced to Chen Jiangliu: "Jiangliu, this is your Uncle Wei. Uncle Wei is very powerful. He is the number one scholar of our Tang Dynasty and the current protector of the country!"

"Hello, Uncle Wei." The five or six-year-old Tang Seng, with his face flushed with cold, and his voice soft and waxy, is extremely cute!

An evil thought came to Wei Shuyu's heart, and he stretched out his hands and rubbed Chen Jiangliu's immature face frantically, "Haha, cute, come and hug me!"

Wei Shuyu could even imagine the future scene, facing the four disciples Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and Little White Dragon, he said seriously: "Don't be so big or small, your master calls me uncle, what should you call me? That's how I rubbed his face when I was a kid!"

Just thinking about it, Wei Shuyu found it more and more interesting.

"Don't call me uncle, you look old, why don't you call me brother?" Wei Shuyu suggested.

Chen Guangrui's complexion changed immediately, "That's no good, you have to be polite!"

Perhaps the little Tang monk was in a bad mood because Wei Shuyu rubbed his face frantically just now, so he said with a bitter face, "Uncle Wei!"

Wei Shuyu, as if conjuring, took out a finely crafted wooden pony, a wooden wolf hair brush, wooden fish and other small items from the cloth bag at his waist.

Little Tang Seng saw many small objects, his eyes lit up suddenly, "Brother Wei."

"Hey!"

Chen Guangrui covered his forehead with hatred, "Well, son, don't yell, you're inferior."

"Haha, it's okay, let's go into the temple."

Just like that, Wei Shuyu walked into the Jinshan Temple with the little Tang monk in his arms.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, flying all over the sky, and it is a vast expanse of whiteness.

At this time, above the clouds, three arhats and one Venerable had a panoramic view of the scene just now.

"This is my Buddhist disciple. Would it be inappropriate for him to do this?"

"The decree given to us by the Supreme Guanyin is to protect the safety of the golden cicada."

"That's his biological father. If he prevents him from meeting, it may affect Jin Chanzi's growth. Also, Wei Shuyu is now the Duke of the Protectorate, and he has a family official to protect his body. Don't tamper with it."

"Jin Chanzi is so young, the Buddha nature he has shown has made us ashamed. When he grows up, he will definitely become an excellent Buddhist child!"

(End of this chapter)