Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 633 Real Illusion
As mentioned last time, Tang Seng and his party got lost in the fantasy city, and Bajie broke out in the brothel, and his lustful pig nature broke out, and Tang Seng took Drifting Monk to Mahayana Temple to seek scriptures.
"Ten thousand taels of silver?" Tang Seng was stunned and asked, "What does the abbot mean by this?"

The potbellied abbot said with a smile on his face: "Aren't you going to copy the Mahayana classics of my temple? Shouldn't you give me some benefits? There are countless scriptures in my temple, and you can copy them as long as you want to copy them. It's a good deal! You think Think about it, renting a book outside costs half a penny a day, and I have a huge collection of scriptures, which you can copy, but it only costs ten thousand taels of silver, how cheap!"

Tang Monk heard the words and said: "Disciple Xuanzang has come a long way, and he was never prepared."

The abbot smiled and said, "Okay, okay, okay! If the scriptures are passed down from hand to hand, future generations will starve to death!"

Seeing that the abbot refused to pass on the scriptures, the monkey couldn't help showing up and shouting: "Old monk, he wants money, you just give him the brocade cassock, the nine-ringed tin rod, and the imperial purple gold bowl. These three pieces , It’s worth ten thousand taels of silver. Could it be that you are reluctant to part with these extraneous things? Then there is a way, you can put the customs clearance spy on the ground, and borrow ten thousand taels of silver from the king of Utopia!”

"Ghost!" The monkey suddenly appeared with a face like a yaksha. The two beautiful women beside the abbot screamed and ran away, disappearing in a blink of an eye.The fat abbot shuddered twice, and was about to turn around and run away, but was grabbed by the monkey.

"Grandpa, don't pull me! If you are short of joss paper money down here, let me go, and I will ask someone to burn it for you...take it away!" the abbot said with a trembling voice, his fat body shaking like a sieve, At the same time, he struggled with all his strength, but unfortunately he couldn't escape the monkey's claws.

The monkey said: "Fat monk, don't go! I'm not a ghost, I'm the apprentice of the old monk who wants to copy scriptures!"

The abbot said: "Grandpa, don't pester me, there are still two monks who don't practice meritorious deeds, go find them!"

"Wukong, don't be unreasonable, let the abbot go!" Tang Seng scolded.

The monkey put the fat abbot down as he said, and the abbot couldn't help asking when he saw the thin-haired monkey listening to Tang Seng, "Is this grandpa really your apprentice?"

"Exactly!" Tang Seng leaned forward and said, "I hope the abbot doesn't mind the disturbing place!"

"I don't mind, I don't mind!" That's all the abbot could say.

"Since this..." the abbot pondered for a while, looked at the monkey with some fear, and said, "For this grandpa's sake, I'll give you a 8000% discount, and only charge you [-] taels of silver!"

"You fat monk has eyes and insight. No wonder you can become the abbot of a temple. I don't think that old monk is still an ascetic!" Monkey laughed, blushing without knowing it.

"This..." Tang Seng stammered, hesitant to speak.

"Old monk, speak quickly if you have something to say, and let go of your fart!" the monkey said impatiently.

"It seems that this grandfather is not convinced by this Dongtu monk's discipline. It was wise to give him face earlier." The fat abbot created by the illusion, had such thoughts, and became more respectful to the monkey.

Tang Seng blushed from the monkey's vulgar words, and he hesitated for a while before saying: "Abbot, don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face. Can you see that this Buddhist scripture is free of money because of the love of being a Buddhist disciple and promoting the great monks? ? Copying Buddhist scriptures and collecting yellow and white things is suspected of slandering the Buddha!"

"Xuanzang, this statement is wrong! If you don't talk about the scriptures, don't pass them on lightly. If I pass on the scriptures to you lightly, that would be neglecting yoga and desecrating the Buddhist scriptures. Moreover, there are precedents for this matter, so I am not fooling around!" said the fat abbot.

"There is a precedent for this? Then tell me what precedent there is for this. If you can't make any sense, we will grab it by force!" the monkey bared his teeth.

The fat abbot shrank his neck like a big toad caught in the rain and said, "Don't be annoyed, Grandpa, just listen to me slowly. Back then, my Mahayana Temple didn't have Mahayana Buddhism, and it wasn't called Mahayana Temple. One day, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva enlightened the Patriarch, saying that there is a Mahayana Dharma in the Paradise of Paradise in the Western Paradise that can pass people to heaven. For the matter of allowing the scriptures to be passed on, he ordered the two venerables Anuo and Jiaye to go to the Sutra Pavilion to obtain the scriptures. The patriarch thought that the scriptures were about to be obtained, but he did not want the two venerables Anuo and Gaya to ask for bribes before he would pass on the scriptures. The patriarch was not angry and wanted to sue After arriving at the place of the Tathagata, the two venerables then passed on the scriptures to the Patriarch."

"As you say, Anuo and Jiaye didn't get any money, so how dare you ask us for money!" the monkey said angrily.

"Grandpa, I haven't finished my words yet! Although the two venerables, Anuo and Kaye, passed down Buddhist scriptures, they were wordless Buddhist scriptures, all of which were blank paper! The patriarch was not angry, so he ran to ask the Buddha, and the Buddha said he would stop. Shout out. I already know that the two of them asked you about personnel matters. But the scriptures should not be passed on lightly, nor can they be taken in vain. When the monks and monks went down the mountain, they once gave this scripture to the home of Elder Zhao in the Sravasti Kingdom. I recited it with him to keep the living in his family safe and the dead free. I only got three buckets and three liters of gold back from him. I also said that they are too cheap to teach future generations that they have no money to use. Now you take it empty-handed. The white book was passed on. The white book is a scripture without words, which is also good. The patriarch had no choice but to pawn all his possessions, and worked hard in Lingshan for ten years before he returned in exchange for the scripture!" said the abbot.

"Grandpa, just read it once, and you need three buckets and three liters of gold. You only pay 8000 taels of silver, and you can copy it at will. It's a real profit!" the abbot finally said.

"This..." Tang Seng was speechless and silent.

"You old monk, the scriptures are right in front of you, and you can get them with a few dollars. You have to go through thousands of mountains and rivers, and experience demons from time to time, okay? But remember the yellow wind monster that made you want to die, Among the monsters in Xiniu Hezhou, he is only the bottom one, if you encounter a powerful one, I'm afraid no one will be able to save you!" Seeing Tang Seng hesitating, the monkey immediately became annoyed.

"But we don't have any money! The cassock and Zen staff were given by the Buddha, and they were worn during pilgrimage. How can they be bought and sold? And the purple gold bowl was given by the king of the Tang Dynasty, let alone sold!" Tang Seng said.

"You are learning scriptures for the Tang king, and the purple gold bowl is just right for you!" the monkey scolded.

"But a purple gold bowl is not worth eight thousand taels of silver!" Tang Seng is a real person, and he would not buy or sell by force, so he forced the purple gold bowl to say 8000 taels of silver.

"Left and right are going to change scriptures. Take it out and show it to the fat monk first. If it's not enough, you can borrow some from the king of Utopia. With the national power and territory of Tang Dynasty, this little king of Utopia will definitely not be stingy." These are several thousand taels of silver." Monkey said.

Tang Seng had no choice but to ask Sand Monk to take out the purple gold bowl, and offered it with both hands: "My disciple is really far away, and I have never prepared a red gift. This bowl was given by the king of Tang himself. I teach my disciples to hold it and make fast along the way. I am here to offer it to you." , Talk about showing your heart. Venerable Wanwang accepted this without contempt and contempt. When he returns to the court, he will play it to the king of Tang. There will be great thanks. Just lend me to copy the scriptures. "

The fat abbot took the purple gold bowl, turned it up and down, looked at the monkey, hesitant to speak several times.

"What do you think I'm doing?" the monkey stared at the fat abbot with bloody eyes.

"I didn't read it, I didn't read it, I thought, for the sake of this grandfather, you are allowed to copy the scriptures. But you have to take care of your pen, ink, paper and inkstone!" said the fat abbot.

"Save it, save it!" Tang Seng said submissively.

The abbot immediately called a young monk and asked him to send the purple gold bowl into the storeroom, while he led Wukong and Wujing to the scripture storage building.

The Buddhist scripture building of the Mahayana Temple is very magnificent, but it is very deserted. Except for two monks who are guarding the gate, there is no monk visiting.

Entering the scripture building, Tang Seng saw a palace of one, two, three hundred square meters, and there were rows of bookshelves inside, which were full of books, which made his eyes shine.

"Here is the Tripitaka of the Tathagata Buddha, here is the past scriptures of the ancient Buddha Dideng, there is the future scriptures rented by Maitreya Buddha, and there is the reading room with ready-made tables and chairs, you can feel free in it. Copy the scriptures." The fat abbot said.

"Thank you abbot!" Tang Seng thanked respectfully.

"If there is nothing wrong, I will take my leave!" The fat abbot finished speaking, glanced at the monkey, saw that he didn't respond, and walked out.

"The fat monk, don't rush to leave. Shouldn't you arrange meditation rooms, fast meals, and entertain us, so as to do the best for the landlord?" the monkey asked.

"I'll go and order this right away!" said the abbot, and then he withdrew and left the Sutra Library.

"Amitabha!" Tang Seng clasped his hands together and practiced a Buddhist principle, then walked to a row of bookshelves devoutly, and took down a Buddhist scripture from above.

"Hmm!" Turning to the first page, Tang Seng was stunned. It turned out to be a Sanskrit scripture. He quickly picked up another one, opened it, and it was also a Sanskrit scripture.

Tang Seng flipped through a few more books, and without exception, all he saw were Buddhist scriptures written in Sanskrit.

"Do you know Sanskrit?" Tang Seng asked.

"Sanskrit?" The monkey and Drifting were puzzled all the way, and asked, "What is that, is it edible or useful?"

Tang Seng's heart sank. Looking at the appearance of the two women, he knew that they did not understand Sanskrit while lying down. He thought to himself: "There are so many Buddhist scriptures, if I copy them all by myself, I'm afraid I will die."

"This Sanskrit is the national language of Tianzhu, and most of the Buddhist scriptures are written in Sanskrit, which is the common language of Buddhism!" Tang Seng explained.

"We have only been monks for a few years, so we don't understand!" The monkey and the Drifting shook their heads at the same time.

"There are so many Buddhist scriptures. If you copy them all by yourself, you will never be able to finish them. If you let Sand Monk and the others copy them, you may make mistakes..." Tang Seng bowed his head in thought, and after a while he said: "Sha Monk, you will pass the customs spy Take it out, let's go to the king of Utopia!"

"Master, why are we going to see the king of Utopia? Switch Guan Wen, didn't we decide to copy Buddhist scriptures here?" Drifting asked strangely.

"These Buddhist scriptures are all Sanskrit scriptures, and you don't know Sanskrit. If you copy it alone as a teacher, even if you copy it quickly, you can copy one in three days, ten in a month, and 120 in a year. I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it until you die. So , I can only turn to the Utopian king for help, I hope he will mobilize the power of the country, summon the monks who can speak Sanskrit in the country, and help us copy the Buddhist scriptures, so that we can return to the Tang Dynasty as soon as possible." Tang Seng explained.

"It's not relative, why did the king of Utopia waste so much manpower and material resources to help you? Although you are an imperial envoy of the Tang Dynasty, the imperial envoy who went abroad is really nothing. In ancient times, many envoys who went abroad were detained. Come down. This place is far away from Datang, and it will never buy it!" Monkey said in a blow to morale.

"Always try, how will you know if you don't try!" Tang Seng said.

"The old monk's perseverance is commendable! But I would like to remind you that the king of Utopia may be having a good time with a concubine in his arms now. You go to see him at this time, let alone ask him for help, go" He's not too fast!Monkey laughed.

Tang Seng looked up, and he saw that the sky outside had started to get dark, and many people started to hold lamps.

"It's so late..." Tang Seng sighed.

"Elder Xuanzang, the food is ready." At this moment, a young monk came outside the Sutra Library and shouted inwardly.

"I'm also a little hungry, Wukong, Wujing, let's go eat!" Tang Seng said.

"Do you want to call me Second Senior Brother?" Drifting asked.

"What do you want him to do? He is accompanied by beauties. He eats delicious food and drinks spicy food. He has already forgotten about us, and now he probably doesn't even remember who he is!" Monkey laughed, pushing Drifting Monk to go outside.

"Master..." Drifting asked.

"Everyone has his own aspirations, let him go!" After Tang Seng said something sad, he walked out.

"This..." After seeing the meals that the fat abbot had prepared for the three of them, Tang Seng fell silent.

Silence is not because the food is too bad, but it is so good. There are all kinds of chicken, duck and fish, and the only vegetable dish is oily fried tofu. Well, it is a vegetarian dish now, but in ancient times, especially in the eyes of monks, it was meat. Rapeseed can no longer be meaty.

"Old monk, do as the Romans do when you go to the country, drink and eat meat through your intestines, sit in the Buddha's heart, I'm not welcome!" The monkey laughed, sat down immediately, shook his cheeks and started to eat.

With a monkey as an example, the Drifting Monk, who had not eaten meat for a long time, was drooling, and said to Tang Monk: "Master, I will go and alleviate their sins, so that they can be reborn as human beings as soon as possible."

"Cuckoo..." The two apprentices ate so deliciously that Tang Seng's stomach immediately growled.

"Master, you can eat too, this food is really delicious!" Drifting said to Tang Seng with a mouth full of oil.

"Sin, sin!" Tang Seng quickly closed his eyes and silently repented to the Buddha.

"Old Sha, don't pay attention to that old monk who doesn't understand the past, come, try this wine, it tastes really good!" Monkey handed a jug to Sand Monk and said.

The Drifting Monk was just being polite, and was soon immersed in a table of delicious food and wine, no longer caring about the Tang Monk, the big names drank and ate meat, showing his heroic demeanor.

"Cuckoo..." After driving for a day, Tang Seng was really hungry. It seemed that everyone was fighting in his stomach, and the drums kept beating.

"Sin, sin." After repenting to the Buddha n times, Tang Seng took a bowl of dry rice, sat aside and ate it tastelessly.

He has been a vegetarian since birth and has a natural fear of eating meat.

(End of this chapter)