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Chapter 549 Questions
Chapter 548 Questions
"It's not that the poor monk is courageous, but the poor monk just answered the benefactor's question." Xuanzang looked at Zhenyanghou, his face was neither happy nor sad, and there was no trace of dodge in his eyes.

"Benefactor, the poor monk has already answered the question you asked. Does the poor monk have an answer to the question?"

Xuanzang looked at Zhenyang Hou in front of him with a calm expression.

But Zhenyanghou who was standing in front of Xuanzang had an uncertain expression on his face at the moment.

When Xuanzang raised it, he had no way to answer it, and he didn't know how to answer it.

As the Marquis of the imperial court, Zhenyang Hou will naturally respond to His Majesty's proposition and promote Buddhism.

He himself, of course, often goes to various temples to attend pujas, and he naturally understands some of the principles in the Buddhist scriptures.

But in Zhenyanghou's view, the things depicted in the Buddhist scriptures are absolutely impossible to appear in the real world.

What is the equality of all living beings, what is the world of ultimate bliss.

What this life, future life, past life.

In the eyes of Zhenyang Hou, these things are worthless.

Not only Zhenyang Hou thought so, in fact Chang'an, even the common people who were born in Tang Dynasty thought so too.

Everyone knows that what Buddhism preaches is good, but no one knows how to make it good.

Xuanzang himself couldn't figure it out, and Zhenyanghou standing opposite him naturally couldn't figure it out either.

The scriptures do not tell how to achieve such a world, even an eminent monk like Xuanzang cannot answer it, let alone an ordinary Marquis.

Zhenyanghou looked at Xuanzang and didn't speak for a long time.

At this moment, the boss standing behind Xuanzang had a pale complexion, his face was covered with sweat, and his body had already started to tremble.

After a while, Hou Zhenyang rushed to Xuanzang and said: "Master... It seems that you are also a high-spirited monk. I really don't know what you are thinking about."

"If you don't know, what's the use of the poor monk staying here in Chang'an." Xuanzang looked at Zhenyang Hou and said, "This is true in other places in the Tang Dynasty, especially in Chang'an."

"I can't find the answer, and I can't find it in this temple in Chang'an."

"Benefactor, you said that you want me to go to Hongyuan Temple or Xiaofoshan Temple, to the poor monk, it doesn't matter."

"The poor monk is like this in this inn, even in the wilderness, and it is the same when he enters the palace."

"If there is no one in Chang'an who can answer the poor monk's question, why does the poor monk stay here in Chang'an?"

At this moment, after hearing Xuanzang's words, the person in front of Zhenyang Hou was somewhat similar to Xuanzang.

He has come into contact with many monks, but none of them can say so many profound truths in front of him.

Moreover, these mysteries are completely beyond Zhenyanghou's expectation.

Regarding the things in the Buddhist scriptures, Zhenyanghou and some people who are often in contact with the Buddhist scriptures are clear and understand.

The world described in the Buddhist scriptures does not exist, and even if it exists, it is not in the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

They just regard these as a vision, and all people who believe in Buddhism regard this vision as their belief in their hearts.

Worshiping the bronze statue of Lord Buddha every day, they don't think about how to realize the world in the Buddhist scriptures.

Today, it seems that only Xuanzang has really thought about this problem, and really wants to change this problem.

Zhenyanghou looked at Xuanzang, and then said softly: "Master, if you have any doubts in your mind, in Chang'an, you may not be able to find someone who can answer them."

"The abbot of Hongyuan Temple, Hongzhi, has studied Buddhism all his life, and Hongyuan Temple has also developed into what it is today under Master Hongzhi's hands. Presumably, Master Hongzhi knows the answer to the question in the mind of the mage."

Xuanzang smiled slightly when he heard the words, but he didn't speak. He didn't think anyone could answer this question.

"Since the mage has already arrived in Chang'an, why do you want to leave in such a hurry." Zhenyanghou looked at Xuanzang and said, "Go to Hongyuan Temple once and listen to what Master Hongzhi said, it may give the mage many hints."

"Maybe the mage can find his own answer in these hints."

Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said in a soft voice, "Amitabha, thank you for your generosity. Poor monk, it is better to obey orders than to be respectful."

Until Xuanzang said these words, Zhenyang Hou in front of him and the shop owner behind him both let out a long breath, as if they had just endured some ordeal.

"Hahaha." Zhenyang Hou laughed and said, "So, please move the mage and go to the Hongyuan Temple with the old man?"

Xuanzang heard the words, bowed slightly, clasped his hands together, followed that Zhenyanghou, and walked out of the inn.

It wasn't until Xuanzang and Zhenyanghou walked out that the shop owner collapsed on the ground, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his entire jacket was completely soaked.

……

A carriage was parked outside the inn, Xuanzang and Na Zhenyanghou walked up.

The carriage was spacious and comfortable, and the interior was gorgeous, but Xuanzang never took a second look. After entering, he closed his eyes, muttered words, and silently recited the Dharma.

Seeing this situation, Marquis Zhenyang smiled slightly, and said to Xuanzang, "I heard that Master Xuanzang became a monk and the abbot of the monastery will come to Chang'an in the next few days. I don't know Master Xuanzang, would you like to see him?"

"Amitabha." Xuanzang said softly, "The poor monk will naturally want to see the host when he comes, but if he can't get the answer that the poor monk wants today, the poor monk will return to Jinshan Temple, and he will naturally be able to see the host."

Hearing what Xuanzang said, Zhenyang Hou could almost conclude in his heart that this person was probably Xuanzang himself, but there is no other evidence yet, so he cannot be absolutely sure.

The carriage was walking on the spacious stone road, and the bustling sound came from the ears.

Xuanzang sat in the carriage, his heart was calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

Seeing everything in this world, he has almost lost hope, and his heart is a little dark.

The carriage drove for about an hour, and finally stopped. The driver in front said softly: "Master Hou, we're here."

"Master, Hongyuan Temple has arrived." Zhenyang Hou heard the words, and Xuanzang said from the side.

Xuanzang nodded slightly, and then got out of the carriage with Zhenyanghou.

In front of the carriage, there is a majestic temple with vermilion wooden doors, lingering smoke on both sides, soaring straight into the sky.

The incense here is really not ordinary.

Beside the wooden door, a monk wearing Misha's yellow clothes stood aside indifferently, as if he was welcoming Zhenyanghou.

Zhenyanghou smiled lightly, then walked forward with Xuanzang.

"Amitabha, Zhenyang Hou, don't come here without any harm."

Seeing Zhenyanghou, the monk took a step forward and clasped his hands together.

Zhen Yang Hou also immediately returned the gift, and said at the same time: "Master is well."

Afterwards, Zhenyanghou turned sideways, let out Xuanzang who was behind him, and said, "This is the Jinshan Temple in Luoyang, Master Xuanzang."

When the monk heard the words, his eyes narrowed.

(End of this chapter)