Xuanzang, who knew the stakes, was no longer entangled with Du Ruhui, and immediately turned around and was about to walk towards the palace, but Li Er had no heart to pay attention to him, and sent someone to pass on a special decree, Master Xuanzang's cultivation is profound, and he has been practicing outside for many years, and he is allowed to shave his ordination before he reaches the age, but he can only stay in Shaolin Temple to practice before the age of fifty and cannot go down the mountain to walk.

Xuanzang, who got the news, was not as happy as he imagined, but felt more and more that the road ahead was dim and the opponent was too strong, knowing that Chang'an could no longer tolerate himself, so he could only bow his head for the time being, so he walked towards the Shaolin Temple with a salute.

At the foot of Shaomu Mountain, there are basically no people in the town, and the winding bluestone mountain road is also overgrown with weeds. All these scenes are indicative of the decay of this place.

I also came to Shaolin back then, and that prosperous scene, not to mention comparable to the downtown area, can also be called a scene of people coming and going, how did it become such a scene now? Could it be that the emperor of Chang'an and Du Ruhui lied to me?

Led the people to the front of the main gate of the ancient temple of Shaolin Temple, the plaque on it has been decayed and old, and the original vermilion paint is almost completely faded, Xuanzang personally went up and slowly pushed open the gate of Shaolin Temple, and a long squeak sounded immediately spread in this quiet ancient temple in the mountains.

"Amitabha, where is the master of my Shaolin? The old man has missed the distance, and I hope to forgive me. A far-reaching Buddha horn sounded, and at the same time, a sentence also came out from the Daxiong Hall of Shaolin Temple.

"Little monk Xuanzang, I came to visit the masters of Shaolin Temple." Xuanzang shouted loudly.

Not long after, a white-bearded old monk walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and came to Xuanzang and his party, "But when you made a vow to go west to Tianzhu to ask for Master Xuanzang of my Buddha's Mahayana scriptures?" ”

There was a hint of trembling in his voice, and he no longer had the power of the Buddha horn containing internal force before, it seemed that Xuanzang's visit made the old monk excited.

"Yes, it is the poor monk, dare to ask this master's name?"

"Lao Ke Shaolin's current abbot Tan Bei, congratulations to the master on his return from the scriptures, maybe the master comes back this time, my Buddhism will really be saved, if there is no one to save the victim, I'm afraid I don't have to wait for others to destroy the Buddha, and the Dharma will be broken in the Tang Dynasty." The old monk said with tears in his eyes, and he was very sad.

Xuanzang hurriedly went up to support him, and at the same time asked the reason.

"Where is the unprovoked attack of the imperial court? It's clearly the Lantian Marquis alone, otherwise my Buddhism is all over the place, and there are many believers, even the emperor wouldn't dare to say that the Buddha will be destroyed.

However, the Marquis of Lantian was a heretic, he asked countless spies to collect the stains of various Buddhist temples, and later announced that the world called on the people to come to crusade.

This led to the collapse of the Buddhist gate overnight, to such a situation.

My Shaolin Temple was also fundamentally cut off by its coercive means, and the young warrior monks were conscripted to be soldiers, and the monks who did not practice martial arts were also required by the law to return to the lay and go home to cultivate the fields.

Leaving only a group of old and weak after the age of fifty to fend for themselves, the uncle Zu Huiming Zen Master in order to fight for the Shaolin Temple to fight for a breath of vitality, was beaten into a cripple in the competition ring that year, and finally died.

Over the years, my fellow brothers left in Shaolin have died after walking, and even the abbot Tan Zhi has died in depression, and now there are only five people left, including Lao Wei. ”

This...... This, how can this be? Xuanzang was stunned, this sentence can't be regarded as withering, it's simply miserable, Shaolin Temple looks like this, I think that Wutai Mountain may not be strong, so now Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty is already in name only?

"Okay, good, good Lantian Hou, with the help of the name of the country, to promote the way to destroy the Buddha, a good fake public and private traitor seems to be loyal, in this case, my Buddhism must not stop here, I have to see you a real chapter."

Master Abbot, the little monk has just come back, and there is nowhere to stay, I want to place an order in Shaolin Temple, and at the same time I brought back a batch of Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures that need to be translated immediately, I don't know if it can be convenient? ”

When Master Tan Bei heard it, it was too late to be happy, where would he be unwilling, "Okay, the master has gone west to obtain the true scriptures, and has made great contributions in Buddhism. ”

Xuanzang resigned again and again, how could he occupy the magpie's nest and dominate the house?

That's what he said, in fact, Xuanzang has a bigger mind, just Shaolin, what he wants to do is the first seat of Buddhism, just like the first translator of the scriptures, Kumarosh, who rules the world, and naturally can't be bound by a Zen temple.

However, Xuanzang's dream was shattered the next day, precisely because of the Buddhist scriptures he translated.

"Abbot, can you be sure that this Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra is a proud work translated by the little monk, and it is very different from the translation of Master Kumarosh, the poor monk has been chanting this with the Mahayana Buddhist disciples all day long in Tianzhu for ten years, and there is absolutely no one in this Tang Dynasty who is the same as mine, because this is originally translated by myself." Xuanzang exclaimed, because just now Master Tanbei happened to open the scriptures he translated and saw this Heart Sutra, saying that it had appeared in the Tang Dynasty.

Master Tan Bei shook his head and said: "The monks don't speak, this Heart Sutra was in Chang'an Wuxian Temple at that time was a meeting gift from Lantian Hou Baifan to the little apprentice Master Lingzhen, in duplicate, one is the original of Mahayana Buddhism, and the other is a translated version, this matter is widely known in Buddhism, and it has been confirmed by the monks of Wuxian Temple, it is indeed genuine, and the translated scriptures are only more than 200 words, Lao Wei will not be mistaken, and this one of yours is not bad at all. ”

When he said this, the old monk didn't say any more, because Xuanzang's face was already white, and he didn't know whether he was angry or shocked.

On the contrary, the abbot of Tanbei on the opposite side secretly said in his heart, saying that Master Xuanzang is a master, has great wisdom, and is the future of Buddhism. Could it be that he is a liar?

Xuanzang was so angry that he gritted his teeth, how could there be Mahayana Buddhist scriptures in the hands of Lantian Hou? Even I have accumulated such a point after more than ten years of hard life in Tianzhu, where did their Buddhist scriptures come from?

As for the exact same translation, Xuanzang didn't want to believe it, but Master Tan Bei's words couldn't help but he didn't believe it, and later he could only be classified as a master translator who had the same opinion as himself.

"By the way, when Lantian Hou accepted his disciples, he said that he had all the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures in his hands, which were to be learned by his little disciple Master Lingzhen to pass on to the Tang sentient beings to transcend suffering......"

"Impossible!" Before the abbot could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xuanzang violently.

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