Apricot of the Great Desolation

Chapter 305 Obtaining the scriptures and preaching in the east

In the back of Lingshan Mountain and in the backyard of Daleiyin Temple, a tall and majestic pavilion rose from the ground. It was made of spiritual wood and divine gold. It was extremely tall. Xuanzang stood in front of it as if he were a mortal in heaven and earth. The gap was incomprehensible.

Xuanzang looked up, and there was a plaque hanging at the door, saying: "The Pavilion of the Tibetan Scriptures!"

Every major force has a Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, and the secrets, magical powers, and techniques in it are not important.

What is important is the thoughts of the Buddhas and the great ways of the Buddhas. Among them, there is even the way to guide the two saints, Chunti.

These thoughts are the explanations of the Great Way by the Buddhas, and all magical powers come from this. This is also the purpose of Xuanzang's trip.

Mahayana Buddhism is the way to guide and guide, and it is the Mahayana of their thoughts.

Sakyamuni smiled and said, "Junior brother, come with me!"

Xuanzang was slightly startled when he heard this. He thought of the scorpion spirit he met in the Daughter Kingdom. He couldn't help but ask:
"I, Buddha, am I really the golden cicada back then, a disciple of the Buddha?"

Sakyamuni smiled and said nothing. The journey to the west was about to be completed, and these things were no longer important.

Seeing that Sakyamuni didn't answer, Xuanzang seemed to know something. He lowered his head and sighed: "Amitabha!"

I don’t know if this Buddhist chant is to commemorate the golden cicada in the past, or to commemorate the queen?
After Xuanzang entered the Sutra Pavilion, he was instantly shocked by the scene in front of him.

Viewed from the outside, although the Sutra Pavilion is large, it is also limited in size, that is, it is only a thousand feet in diameter.

But once you enter it, you can see the mustard technique of Sumerana. This is a real world!
The sun, moon and stars, mountains and flowing water, birds chirping and fragrance of flowers, gentle breeze, and wild beasts rising and falling in the mountains, looming, at a glance, it is a natural and peaceful scene.

Although the scenery was beautiful, Xuanzang was very confused. He turned around and asked:

"My Buddha, where are the scriptures?"

Sakyamuni smiled and said with a smile: "Junior brother, this world was created by the two saints themselves. Every flower, every tree, every grass, every tree, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, sun, moon and stars are all scriptures!"

Xuanzang's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at this world in disbelief.

"Then... where is the Mahayana Buddhism?"

"Mahayana Buddhism is one of the foundations of my Buddhism, and it is naturally everywhere!"

After saying that, Sakyamuni stretched out his hand, and half of the origin of the world was instantly pulled out. A bamboo scroll appeared in his hand, and he threw the bamboo scroll out and hung it in the sky.

Mysterious Buddhism kept rushing out of the white origin of the world, imprinting it on the bamboo books, one volume after another. Sakyamuni did not stop until 650 seven volumes had been imprinted.

The Tao should not be taught lightly, nor should it be carried lightly. The same is naturally true for the sage's teachings. This Mahayana Buddhism requires a world to carry it.

The bamboo book used by Sakyamuni is made from the six pure bamboo branches in Zhunti's hand. These six pure bamboos are enough to refine several top-quality spiritual treasures.

Even so, this bamboo book cannot completely carry the way of saints, but only copies part of the relatively simple content.

Sakyamuni did not embarrass Xuanzang, and directly handed over all the scriptures to Xuanzang.

Xuanzang held the scriptures in his hands. He was so excited that his hands were trembling a little. He used his strong spiritual cultivation to control the joy in his heart. He bowed and said, "Disciple, thank you, Buddha!"

"Call me senior brother!" Shakya laughed.

"Jin Chanzi is Jin Chanzi, Xuanzang is Xuanzang, my Buddha is Jin Chanzi's senior brother, but I am only the disciple's Buddha!" ​​Xuanzang looked calm and looked at Sakyamuni's serious face.

Sakyamuni was slightly startled when he heard this, and then bowed to Xuanzang seriously and said, "Thank you, junior brother, for the tip. Buddha has no form, so the title should naturally be without form. It's me who has the form!"

This was the first time that Sakyamuni looked at Xuanzang in a different light. As a famous Buddhist genius, he was expected to take over the position of Ran Deng in the future.Sakyamuni's qualifications, understanding, and wisdom are all top-notch.

But at this moment, he had to admit that the qualifications of Xuanzang in front of him were hard to say, but his understanding was definitely the best in Buddhism.

After handing over the scriptures, the journey to the west is not over yet, because the purpose of collecting scriptures is to spread the Dharma, and the Buddhism's journey eastward is a manifestation of the great prosperity of Buddhism.

In the main hall, Ran Deng looked at Xuanzang and his party below, and said with a smile: "Xuan Zang, the scriptures are here, you can go back to the Tang Dynasty to teach the scriptures!"

"Disciple obeys the decree of the law!"

The return journey is not as slow as the return journey. There is no need to walk slowly step by step. Sun Wukong rides on a cloud, carrying Xuanzang, three people and one horse.

The further Sun Wukong walked, the more strange it became. How could the world and the world have changed so much in just a few decades? There seemed to be many places he didn't recognize.

If the monkey hadn't already known the coordinates of Chang'an, he would have gotten lost.

If the creatures on the border of the Great Wall look towards the prehistoric world, they will find that the original six realms have disappeared.

At this time, the prehistoric world was re-formed into a world, but the space connection was not perfect. It turned out that there were space cracks at the intersection of the six realms, and it looked like an ice egg full of cracks.

The fusion of the six realms is something that all beings above Hunyuan know. They are always paying attention to the changes between heaven and earth.

Now all eyes are focused on the Westward Journey team, and we can only wait for the end of the Westward Journey to see the outcome.

If you succeed in the prehistoric world, you will be able to advance to the half-step of the eternal true world. The saint will also rise with the tide and have greater authority. Hunyuan will also have benefits and will receive gifts after being promoted to the prehistoric world.

Sun Wukong was walking very fast. He didn't know that on the way back, the "swastika" characters in his mind kept spreading out and got into the bamboo book in Sha Wujing's luggage.

A mysterious force quietly invaded the bamboo book. The Mahayana Buddhism is essentially the same as the Pure Land Buddhism, but it is incomplete, while the Pure Land Buddhism is complete.

Therefore, in the face of Pure Land Buddhism, Mahayana Buddhism has no power to resist.

All this happened quietly, and under the cover of the aura of calamity, even the saints did not notice any clues.

Soon, Xuanzang saw Chang'an from a distance. It was still so majestic and majestic. Battleships and war fortresses were suspended in the sky, and mechanical creatures and flesh and blood bodies guarded the city walls. The combination of immortals and technology made the entire city... Chang'an blooms with a different brilliance.

Before Sun Wukong's Tentou Cloud reached Chang'an, it was locked by a momentum. Suddenly, a frightening feeling appeared in his heart. He felt that he might die!
"hold head high!!"

Along with a dragon's roar, Sun Wukong felt a vast and majestic aura. In an instant, he felt that the world was spinning, and the auspicious clouds under his feet could not be maintained. Vaguely, he seemed to see a golden nine-clawed golden dragon looking up to the sky and roaring.

"boom!"

Not surprisingly, everyone in Journey to the West was thrown down. If Zhu Bajie hadn't cushioned them, Xuanzang would have gone to the West to see the Buddha.

Zhu Bajie asked in surprise: "How come the coverage of human luck has increased so much?"

As the third generation chief of the Human Sect, Zhu Bajie naturally knows that without something that has a great impact on the human race, luck would not have grown so fast.

The unification of the six realms also has an impact on the human race. Immortal energy is poured into it, and the rich innate spiritual energy nourishes all living beings in the world, and the natural destiny of the country greatly increases.

"That's all, it's not far away. I'll walk there later!" Xuanzang was very open-minded and didn't mind at all that he almost fell to death.

The group came to Chang'an. Although decades had passed, the people in Chang'an still remembered Xuanzang and the handsome monk in monk's robes.

Suddenly, Xuanzang was surrounded by fanatical people. He did not panic, but greeted all the people skillfully.

Although he had not done it for decades, Xuanzang was not at all crafty.

All the people are not surprised by Sun Wukong and the others. In the human capital, even if Hunyuan takes action, he will be killed by the fate of the human race. After all, he is an existence that carries one of the three paths of heaven, earth and man.Zhu Bajie admired Xuanzang's professional skills and said that no matter how bad Buddhism is, you have to admit that Buddhism has brought dawn to the souls of some living beings.

All this is due to Buddhism’s meticulous care and considerate care.

Comparatively speaking, Daomen seems a bit cold and cold, and they deserve their fortune and fame. This is the difference!
In this way, several people walked all the way to the city and walked to the place where Xuanzang preached.

When we arrived here, the noise in the crowd gradually disappeared, and Xuanzang sat in the same position as he had done before.

At this moment, it was like going back in time and space, returning to that year again.

At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty that year, the palace was full of civil servants and military generals, and it was a grand scene of the founding of the country.

That year Xuanzang came down from the mountain, walked among the dignitaries, and preached in the marketplace.

On Chang'an Street that year, Xuanzang was walking west to collect Buddhist scriptures.

At this moment, even Xuanzang's eyes were in a trance. He walked out from here and came back from here.

Suddenly, several waves of coercion poured down, but this time Xuanzang looked very calm. Not to mention Sun Wukong behind him, he himself also condensed the immortal energy and proved the existence of loose immortals.

He looked up at the man in front of him who was wearing black attire, a bamboo hat, and a Tang sword hanging on his waist, and said:

"General, after a hundred years of separation, how are you doing, General?"

The person who came was none other than the bad commander who came here to enforce the law when Xuanzang left. After a hundred years, the two met again.

"I was born in the land of Longxing, so it is very good. I wonder if the master has disappeared for a hundred years, but now he has come to the scriptures that can save all sentient beings?" the bad handsome man said in a hoarse voice without any fluctuation in his tone.

Xuanzang made a flowery shape with his fingers, smiled slightly and said, "Of course!"

Then, he took out rows of bamboo books and arranged them in a row in front of him.

"Practice in silence, stay away from illusions, rely on the door of true truth, and cultivate the roots of virtue..."

Xuanzang's voice rang out and spread throughout Chang'an with the blessing of heaven.

At this time, all the saints were puzzled. The human race’s golden dragon of luck had no backlash!

The emperors and emperors of the human race looked calm. They knew exactly who did this. Huangtian had been preparing for this for a long time, and even used the three forces of Nuwa, the Demon Race, and the Emperor of Heaven.

The two Western Saints were also a little confused when they saw this scene. As the founders of Buddhism and the founders of Buddhism, they were a little confused at the moment.

This... is Buddhism, right?So why have they never met?
On Mount Sumeru, Zhunti looked at Jieying and asked with a look of doubt on his life: "Brother, is this the scripture that Jin Chanzi took back?"

"I'm afraid, someone has tricked me!" Jie Yin said with twinkling eyes.

"Although it is not Mahayana Buddhism, it is still Buddhism. In ancient times, the Supreme Saint opened up Hinayana Buddhism. I wonder which Taoist friend can develop such an amazing and brilliant method. It should be another pillar of my Buddhism!" Jieyin sighed! road.

"What do you mean, senior brother, that this calamity for you and me is in vain? Who is plotting against my two brothers?" Zhunti was a little unwilling.

"It's okay, although I missed an opportunity, but the Buddhist teachings can be supplemented, it's a blessing in disguise!" On the face of receiving and guiding, he was very open-minded, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

He paused for a moment, then looked at Chang'an and the volumes of scriptures suspended in front of Xuanzang. The more he looked at them, the more amazed he became.

"This fellow Taoist is able to create such a method, it is really ingenious!"

Although Zhunti was a little reluctant, he had to admit the subtlety of the Pure Land method and couldn't help but sigh:

"It would be great if this Taoist friend could come to my Buddhist school. I would like to give him the Taoist fruit of the Buddha Mother!"

Jie Yin looked at the scriptures, and the doubts in his heart seemed to be answered, and he said directly without concealment:

"I'm afraid Taoist Fellow Huangtian doesn't like Mount Sumeru!"

Jie Yin called Huang Tian by his name. It was obvious that he didn't care about Huang Tian's reaction.

Sure enough, just after he opened his mouth, he felt a gaze from an unknown place.

He also raised his head, and the two looked at each other and smiled at each other, which was meaningful.

The method of opening up the Pure Land by Emperor Tian supplemented the teachings of Buddhism, made Buddhism more complete, and increased the luck of Buddhism. This is a good thing for Buddhism.

But it was different for Jie Yin Zhunti. After traveling to the west, Buddhism traveled eastward. The Buddhism that traveled east was Mahayana Buddhism, which is the Buddhism practiced by Jie Yin Zhunti.

Among the six saints of heaven, except Nuwa, the other saints have the responsibility to educate all living beings.

Why is Lao Tzu the strongest among the Six Saints of Heaven?
In terms of heels, Yuanyuan, Tongtian and Laozi transformed into forms at the same time, and they are also called Sanqing, all of which were transformed by Pangu Yuanshen.

In terms of merit, Nuwa is Hongjun's closed disciple, the last disciple. She has the merit to create the human race and mend the sky. Her merit is immeasurable.

In terms of talent, the fact that the two sages of the West were able to open up a Buddhist door that was diametrically opposed to Taoism in such a barren place is a testament to their talent and wisdom.

However, I have a bigger plate. He is one of the three heavenly deities in Taoism.

In the heavenly court, he is above the first rank, Taishang Laojun.He also pioneered Hinayana Buddhism and was honored as Amitayus Buddha.

Kunpeng stole Laozi's Dao Fruit and was forced to become a master of the demon clan. The entire demon clan was under Laozi's disciples.

Saints need to have the power of enlightenment, and Lao Tzu's power of enlightenment is terrifying, and it is not an exaggeration to say that we have been respected by all.

If the Buddhism that travels eastward is the Mahayana Buddhism, then the teaching effect of Jie Yin and Zhunti will be expanded. Not only will it lead to breakthroughs, but at the very least it will improve the cultivation level.

For a saint, especially for a creature like Jie Yin whose foot power has been exhausted, he has no way forward.

If they want to make further progress, they must have a great opportunity to improve their skills.

Or, with great perseverance, great wisdom, and great talent, you can forge ahead and carve out a path.

Journey to the West was undoubtedly a great opportunity for them to improve their cultivation, but it was a pity that it was cut short.

……

Many years have passed. During these few years, Xuanzang preached throughout the wilderness and traveled through countless human areas.

On this day, his merits were finally fulfilled.

In Lingshan Mountain in the West, in the Mahavira Palace, Master Xuanzang and his disciples revisited their old place again.

When we come here again, nothing has changed, except that the old monk driving the boat is missing, and the Buddha on the entire Lingshan Mountain is also much more polite to them.

After all, these are their parents. Without Xuanzang’s hard work in preaching for many years, there would be no growing power of their faith.

The Buddhas naturally reciprocate kindness to the five people who are about to become colleagues in their daily life.

(End of this chapter)