Museum of Demons

Latest website: Xuanzang lit a lamp in the temple that day, and never waited for the ranger to return.

On the second day, the ranger came to the Temple of Mercy and never stepped into the palace since then.

"I'll be here with you and get things settled."

Later, they even left the already-built Ci'en Temple and came to Yuhua Temple, a more remote and secluded place. Here, Xuanzang combined his enlightened Dharma with what he had learned in Tianzhu and reshaped it. Made an unprecedented classic-"The Great Prajna Sutra".

When translating, the translator's epiphany knowledge will also be mixed into it.

Xianqing eight years.

Chen Yuan knew that his teenage friend Wang Xuance had passed away.

It is rare for him to go to Chang'an City. Chang'an City is becoming more and more prosperous. The knight leaned on the old tree opposite the Wang’s mansion. The long hair on the temples had already turned into a pure white color, and he had gradually aged, but Unexpectedly, Wang Xuance, who was younger than he could still fight, would leave by himself one step earlier.

Chen Yuan took out a wine gourd from his arms and faced the flying white paper, crying family members.

Facing the wooden coffin, he toasted a glass of wine.

The king of the Tang Dynasty Xuance, one person destroys one country.

In any case, in the enemy's country, this pride is not to be ignored.

Passed away.

"Well go, let's go!"

The Ranger took a sip of wine, his face turned red and drunk, a middle-aged man wearing a linen and filial piety came over with a box, "Are you Uncle Chen? This is the last thing my father left behind."

"He asked the Emperor Xian for this for his meritorious service back then, and originally hoped to give it to you."

"But there is never a chance."

The ranger opened the wooden box and saw a simple waist card in it.

As if he was full of blood, the color was almost black. It seemed to be able to hear the roar of the tiger. There were a few large characters on the front, and there was nothing on the back. He remembered that he and his friends were there when he was young. Changan was drunk and wanted this token at that time.

However, Wang Xuance said that he made a splash of credit before mentioning it.

So you made this credit for me and asked the emperor for it?

The ranger was stunned for a long time, laughed a few times, and suddenly threw the waist card back to the middle-aged man.

The swordsman of Datang pointed at the tomb and laughed: "Wang Xuance!"

"Let's go well!"

"If there is an afterlife, I will fight with you again!"

Throw the sword on the funeral, and we will leave. Where can we imitate the crying of the children, when we leave with the sword, send wine to each other, sing and laugh, and leave.

But he didn't look at that Crouching Tiger Ling again.

The high-ranking officials and nobles along the way were all shocked. The horse was shocked and afraid to run. The middle-aged man holding the wooden sign saw the sword under his feet. Pure, but unprecedented, unconsciously filled the entire vast sky.

When Chen Yuan returned to Yuhua Temple this time, he really almost never left here again.

In the city of Chang'an, the exchanges have fallen apart.

Wang Xuance is dead.

Wearing a heavy golden crown, the little girl lived high in the deepest part of the palace wall.

Chen Yuan drank in this monastery on weekdays, and even drank and copied scriptures. In his free time, he sat on the rock wall and screamed. There were also monks who went to Xuanzang to complain, but this great monk often just shook his head helplessly. Smile and don't care.

Apart from helping to copy scriptures, Chen Yuan was also responsible for Xuanzang's diet.

"I was in Tianzhu back then, thinking of Luoyang for a noodle."

The monk is quite satisfied.

The ranger with the white sideburns just sighed: "No way, what do the Tianzhu people say, the bearded man is good, but even the Western Turkic Khan dislikes the people there, and you know what it looks like over there. Anything can be made into a paste, I can't stand it a long time ago."

"Well, Yuan, you still make the face authentic."

Xuanzang smiled with emotion.

In the first year of Tang Linde, the monk’s life comprehension was incorporated into this scripture he had translated, and he translated millions of words. This is a huge and hopeless number. Knowing how many monks were hesitant, Xuanzang completed it without hesitation, but his whole person seemed to slowly grow old.

This year, Tang Xuanzang was sixty-two years old.

After nineteen years of traveling, plus nineteen years of arduous translation, presided over the array of Dharma gatherings, he finally fell ill.

………

"As expected of you."

The Ranger looked at the scriptures full of dangdang, and said with emotion:

"There was no monk like you before, and I'm afraid there won't be any more in the future."

"By the way, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll make it for you."

"What do the chefs in Chang'an say, they still can't make the taste of our hometown. Unfortunately, Xuan Ce is no longer there. Otherwise, his craftsmanship is actually very good, but there is one thing. He likes to drink more than mine. You can still drink it, you probably can't stand it."

"But you are also enough. The snow-capped mountains and deserts all walked past."

"I actually fell down in this little Yuhua Temple yesterday. Tsk, you are old."

The Ranger joked and said, and then helped organize the files of the vast sea of ​​stars.

The monk sat on the bed and said gently and honestly:

"After all... I'm just a mortal named Xuanzang, and after all, I'm not the Buddha who is passed down by word of mouth."

The ranger raised his eyebrows and said casually: "Just follow the Dharma you left behind. After thousands of years, you will be like a Buddha. There are legends like this here and there. Don’t you just become a Buddha?"

"Are these Dharma?"

The monk regretfully said: "It may be passed down to two generations at most, and it will gradually disappear, right?"

"Two generations?!"

"If you talk too much, then maybe one generation will disappear..."

Xuanzang whispered: "I originally thought that there are too many illusory methods in the human world, so I wanted to find a true and correct method. I think that the monks at that time were completely smoky because there was no real method. Standard, then I will find a new standard."

"Step by step, it's not just talk about it, it's not about burning incense, can you recite a Buddha? It's definitely not possible. I think people at the time were worshipping foreign objects made of soil and stones with their own desires. Is it to bow down to the Buddha? No, they are just bowing down to their own desires."

"I want to find a real way to enlighten myself by following the path."

"But after I came back, I discovered that most people also came for fame, not for wisdom. They gathered here for their own desires. When I was still there, it was better. After I was gone, , These disciples who have desires in their hearts will definitely choose to fight and **** my mantle."

"They saw that I was now favored by His Majesty, but they couldn't see the danger behind... Such high prestige is not a good thing for monks. In the future, there may be huge disasters. "

"But I was prepared."

The monk laughed, and the corner of his eyes was a little proud and said: "I asked the two saints to write a stone tablet and put it in front of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, so it is a disaster caused by the monks in the future. There will be no problems with hands."

Chen Yuan couldn't help laughing.

Xuanzang coughed a few times and said, "A Yuan, come here."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

The ranger turned around and walked to the monk who was ill in bed.

The monk withdrew his gaze from the window, paused, and suddenly asked:

"How many years ago did we set off from Chang'an..."

The ranger sat down cross-legged, counting his fingers, and said, "It's been nineteen years since I came back."

"Nineteen years have been spent on the road, and it has been thirty-eight years after such calculations."

"...Thirty-eight years."

The monk whispered softly and suddenly laughed:

"So fast."

"Speaking of when I was young, I wanted to be a Confucian student. At that time, my father and my mother were there, with older brothers and older sisters. My father was very strict, but when he was soft-hearted, I remember that he could not recite Confucian classics when he was young. , He beat my hand and woke up at night, only to see him repairing my clothes. At that time, no matter what it was, I couldn't be angry anymore."

"But when I went back to Luoyang two years ago, I couldn't find our home."

"I only found my sister, and she was also full of gray hair. I was surprised when I looked at her. Is this gray-haired old woman my sister? She would leave me delicious food when she was a child. In my memory, she was a gentle and beautiful woman, but later I realized that I was already old."

"My father and mother's tomb is no longer found. It is very difficult to put it in order."

"At that time, I discovered that I was so old myself, a bit older than when my parents died. It turns out that this thing in life was long when I was a child, but when I walked, I found it was very short. In your future, you will have to experience life after life. After gains and losses, you will feel worried and constantly forget. How bitter it is."

"In that catastrophe, we have already done everything we can do, and we can only resign ourselves to fate."

"But it suddenly occurred to me that there is still another gift I can give you."

"come here."

The monk stretched out his hand and pressed it on Chen Yuan's forehead.

When the ranger was stunned, a majestic Buddhism power passed from the palm of the monk to his eyebrows, hidden in his true spirit. This is another enlightened person in the world after Gautama Siddhartha. , This kind of power is enough for the ranger to solve the mystery in the fetus when he is next reincarnated.

The ranger's pupils contracted, and finally reacted, struggling violently, but with Buddhism's magical power, he couldn't move.

The monk looked tired and whispered: "The Buddhist scriptures have been translated, and my life span has come to an end."

"In the future, you may still be suffering."

"But I think you should be able to cross the past."

"Speaking of which, in this life, to be able to go shoulder to shoulder with you, the poor monk really feels that this world is very interesting."

The monk finally stretched out his hands and rubbed the ranger's head, and smiled:

"I wanted to do this a long time ago."

"There are too many people along the way, I'm not embarrassed."

"I don't know if A Yuan, if you come along this way, are you happy..."

Chen Yuan's eyes widened, and for some reason, his vision suddenly blurred.

Inside the blur, it seems to have seen Chang'an, the desert outside the Great Wall, the young and handsome monk, the former Ma'er, walking forward, still with flying eyebrows, still so young, turning around, beckoning to him, and laughing. Shouting to keep up, and then go further and further, I can't catch him anymore.

The old monk closed his eyes and whispered softly: "I have lived enough in this life."

"I won't live my next life..."

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Don't live another life...

Leave the knowledge to the disciples, and leave the hope to the future.

And he himself, chose to die in this era.

Shi Pantuo got up in a panic. He dreamed of countless pagodas collapsing. While the wind from Chang'an was blowing, the bells hanging under the pagoda kept ringing, and the palm of Chen Yuan's forehead fell gently.

Tang Xuanzang.

Dead.

PS: The third update today...Three thousand and four hundred words. After thinking for a long time, I didn't know how to sculpt it, so I fell straight down.

Buddhism really cultivates without seeking the afterlife.

This was raised a long time ago.