"But the temple in Chang'an City is always the face of the Buddha, but now it has become like this, will the Buddha in people's hearts also change its appearance and taste." Debater said.

"The old man wears a jacket, the light food is full, the cold is repaired, and everything follows the fate. Some people scolded the old clumsy, but the old clumsy only said good; Some people beat the old clumsy, and the old clumsy fell asleep; Spit on the face, let him do it himself, I also save effort, and he has no troubles, so Paramita is a wonderful treasure. If you know this news, why can't you say it. People are weak and not weak, people are not poor, they are determined to practice, they often do it in the Tao, the world loves glory, but I don't want to see it, fame and fortune are always empty, and I am not tired. Xuanzang clasped his hands together and read out a passage from the "Maitreya Bodhisattva".

Now his master uses such simple allusions to enlighten himself, which just shows that although his heart is dedicated to the Buddha, but for the Buddha, he is not as firm as the master, and the Buddha root in his heart is still not deep enough.

Xuanzang and the debate machine said a word that indeed pointed out the debate, the outside view of the Buddha does not need to be forced, there is no need to change, as long as there is goodness in one's heart, that is the Buddha, there is a Buddha in the heart, whether it is in the temple or not, it is all practice, there is no need to imprison the "Buddha" in a small temple.

"And let everything follow fate, whether it is honor or calamity, everything has a cause and effect, they have planted the cause, and naturally they will taste the effect, the so-called cycle of cause and effect, this is the case." Xuanzang clasped his hands together: "Amitabha." ”

"The apprentice seems to understand a little, but he still seems to be a little unable to figure it out." The debater said truthfully.

"It's okay, think slowly, the teacher can't stop for long in this scripture translation institute, after a few days, I will write to Your Majesty, asking to go back to Shaolin Temple, concentrate on translating the scriptures, ignore mundane things, whether the teacher is by your side or not, you have enough time to reflect, to practice, to understand the Buddha in your heart."

"Master leaving?" The debate machine was surprised, why did you want to go back to Songshan if you were good in Chang'an?

"Chang'an City is a place of right and wrong after all, but this kind of red and earthly world has a lot of interference in my heart." Xuanzang said.

He never felt how noble he was, how noble, how unworldly, Chang'an was too prosperous, the environment was too complicated, and the people were too noisy, even if he wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't help it, so he simply went back to Songshan Shaolin, the environment was quiet, and he was more calm, to translate the scriptures he brought back, and to read these books that he had brought back with great concentration.

Xuanzang returned to Chang'an from Tianzhu, with the publicity of the Buddhist temple in Chang'an City, the fame is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more people who come to visit every day, especially during the New Year, I originally thought that after the turn of the year, I would be able to be idle, but there is no at all, although the Buddhist temple in Chang'an City has been sealed by the imperial court, but there are more and more people who come to visit the Translation Institute.

The temple can't go for the time being, so the believers simply come to Xuanzang.

After all, Xuanzang is a high-ranking monk that His Majesty Li Er has personally met, this can't be fake, right?

This is also why Xuanzang wanted to go back to Songshan Shaolin Temple, he himself has no desire, but it does not mean that others are too, the environment is noisy, and the work of translating scriptures needs to be calm, he doesn't want to sit in the room before he lifts the pen, and the people in the courtyard knock on the door to report that who is outside and who wants to see.

If you say it, when will this be the head, if you can't say it, most of the people who come to the translation academy are people with status, and he Xuanzang is just an ordinary monk who can't afford to bear the sin.

If you can't afford to provoke it, just avoid it.

"The apprentice also wants to go back to Songshan with the master." Debater said.

Xuanzang nodded: "Well, your mind is pure, and it is not appropriate to stay in this place of fame and fortune for a long time. ”

The catastrophe of the Buddhist Temple in Chang'an City will not last too long, after all, the imperial court is only seized by the temple to encroach on the land, illegally recruiting monks to confiscate, for those money that is normally donated to the temple, the imperial court will not take people's incense money for no reason, the three provinces and six ministries disdain to bear such an infamy, His Majesty Li Er does not want to bear such an infamy, this time, the imperial court has recovered a lot of land, and the land under the name of the temple has been regulated by the government, plus the taxes that should be paid, no one can be less.

There is a decent land under the name of the temple, but most of it is abandoned and uncultivated, and there is enough money for food and clothing with incense, who has to worry about labor to farm?

The legal land of the temple is said by the imperial court first, and there is no need to pay taxes, but for the rest, the imperial court did not say that it exempted you from taxes, so most of the temples in Chang'an City have one more crime, tax evasion.

Just the forced back tax of the temple made the people in the household department wake up with a smile in their dreams.

Judging from this, how many family funds have been saved in the temple and hidden in the temple, it is no wonder that the monks in the temple are all oily and have big waists.

On this day, Xuan Shijing returned to his house from the academy, and as soon as he entered the door, a maid in the house came to look for him, saying that Jin Yang was waiting for him in the study.

What's going on here? Xuan Shijing hurriedly felt the study, but saw that Jin Yang and Qin Bingyue were in the study, Jin Yang's eyes were red, the whole person was pear blossoms with rain, and tears were still flowing down to this day.

"What's going on?" Seeing this, Xuan Shijing hurriedly walked to the two of them and asked.

"Husband, Sister Changle, she ..... She went to ......," Jin Yang said with a crying voice.

What the?! Xuan Shijing was also surprised, although he knew that Princess Changle's health was not good, but this was too sudden, don't say that Jinyang, who is his own sister, is Xuan Shijing listened, and the feeling in his heart was indescribable.

"Just now, Chang'an City sent someone to send a funeral report over, and it is estimated that the palace will also know about it at this time." Qin Bingyue said.

Xuan Shijing took Jin Yang in his arms and comforted him softly: "Condolences by the way......"

Now like this, he doesn't know how to comfort Jinyang.

In fact, if it is according to the history he knows, Jin Yang has also been frail and sick since he was a child, but now, Jin Yang is in front of his eyes, so after the news of Princess Changle lying in bed came out, he didn't pay much attention to it, but today he suddenly heard the news of Princess Changle's death, and he was uneasy that now Jin Yang looks good, is there something hidden in his body that can't be seen......