South China Sea, Luojia Mountain.

"Amitabha, good and ......good", sitting on the lotus platform, Guanyin Bodhisattva held the jade bottle, whispered a Buddha name, and there was a touch of suffering between the eyebrows.

"Traveling west to learn scriptures, after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, you can obtain the true scriptures, this is a fixed number, but, like this, how can nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties be collected?", Guanyin's mouth muttered in a low voice.

Although it is said that starting from the Tang Dynasty in the east and going to the Great Leiyin Temple in the West Heaven, 108,000 miles away, the mountains and rivers are evil, and there are many tribulations, but as the person in charge of the westward plan, Guanyin understands that according to Xuanzang's westward journey, it is difficult to make up ninety-nine eighty-one, even half of it is not complete.

Like this, if you are far from reaching the situation of 9981 difficulties, but have already reached the Western Heavens, how should you deal with it?

"I don't know, can you make some tribulation?", after a moment of silence, Guanyin's heart suddenly moved.

Since these ninety-nine eighty-one are difficult to make up, then find a way to make it up yourself.

For example, the Buddha Realm, and even the Heavenly Court, simply send some people to the lower realm, make it difficult with them, and make up the calamity?

This idea is just a general idea, and you have to think about how to operate it in the long run.

Can the tribulation of self-made suffering be able to withstand the calamity of ninety-nine eighty-one? This still needs to be carefully considered.

After thinking about it in his heart, Guanyin Bodhisattva suddenly looked into the distance, as far as his eyes could see, as if he had crossed the boundary of time and space, and fell into the Guanyin Zen Temple.

At this moment, in the Guanyin Zen Temple, Jiang Liu was worshipping the Buddha, which made her feel emotional.

"Hmm, is it located in my Zen monastery at this moment? This is a coincidence, isn't it the will of heaven?", his eyes fell on the Guanyin Monastery, but Guanyin's heart became active.

Is one's own man-made ordeal considered a ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulty?

What's more, if it can really be done, no matter who among the immortals and Buddhas goes down to respond to the robbery in the future, he will take the lead and let the first person in his own Zen temple become the person who should be robbed, and others will have nothing to say, right?

As soon as his mind moved, Guanyin thought to himself for a while, and then he had a plan.

Pinched an orchid finger, and with a light touch, a ray of light flashed in mid-air.

......

Not to mention how Guanyin Bodhisattva is arranged, in the Guanyin Monastery, Jiang Liu quickly finished worshipping the Buddha, and sat with the golden pond to discuss the Buddha.

Among them, Jin Chi put his posture very low, looking like he was humbly seeking advice, after all, Jiang Liu's song "Wuxiang" had already spread all over the world.

"Amitabha, although it is good, on the day when Guanyin Bodhisattva instructed me to take the Western Sutra, I made another poem of "Bodhi", and Jin Chi was full of praise for "Wuxiang", Jiang Liu opened his mouth and recited the original text of "Bodhi" that day.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

As soon as this "Bodhi Verse" came out, Jinchi, and even many monks who came to listen to the Guanyin Monastery were amazed, and suddenly felt that this "Bodhi Verse" was obviously higher in terms of artistic conception.

It's just that where is the cleverness? For a while, I couldn't say it.

"Amitabha, the master is really worthy of being a heavenly pilgrimage monk, although he is young, but this Buddhism has impressed the old man, compared to you, the old man has really lived for two hundred years, and it is really no order to learn, and the master is the teacher", after carefully tasting this "Bodhi Verse", Jin Chi opened his mouth and said seriously.

"The elder is polite, this time to discuss the Dharma, the elder can gain something, and it is also your own creation", seeing Jin Chi's humble and polite appearance to thank himself, Jiang Liu shook his head and said.

"A song "Wuxiang", I thought that the Tao exhausted the true meaning of cultivating Buddha, but I didn't expect this "Bodhi Verse" to come out, but it went to the next level, faintly has the meaning of otherworldliness, but the old man's qualifications are blunt, these various differences, can only taste the fur, since the holy monk is here, it is better to explain one or two for us, how?".

Although the latter Buddhist poem is better, but it is impossible to say what is good for a while, Jin Chi asked.

His words made all the monks who were listening look at Jiang Liu expectantly.

It would be better for him to tell these two Buddhist poems, as if for Confucian disciples, is it more appropriate to let Confucius explain the Analects?

"Explain, what will I explain?", Jin Chi's words made Jiang Liu secretly cry bitter in his heart.

Although he threw out two Buddhist poems, he can be said to know nothing about the study of Buddhism, after all, he has not read many Buddhist scriptures.

However, when he was in a dilemma, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he thought of a small story that he had seen in his previous life.

"I once watched an old man and a young monk, two monks descend the mountain to make ...... fate", cleared his throat, Jiang Liu did not explain the meaning of the two Buddhist poems, but told a small story.

Hearing Jiang Liu's mouth, naturally, all the people cheered up and pricked up their ears.

"Traces of going down the mountain, I met a young and beautiful woman, injured and fell on the side of the road, in need of help, the young monk remembered the rules and precepts of Buddhism, so he didn't dare to make a move, but the old monk next to him, but did not think too much, directly picked up the woman, went down the mountain to seek medical treatment, and saved the woman's life."

"Buddhism is clear of rules, precepts for women, but the old monk didn't want to break the precepts, which made the young monk has been haunted, finally, at night, can't help it, the young monk asked the old monk, as a disciple of Buddhism, should abide by the rules and precepts, why did he want to break the precepts?".

"Oh, how does the old monk answer?", hearing this, Jin Chi couldn't help but interject and asked.

The old monk replied, "That woman, I have already let go after I went down the mountain, but you have not let go all the way."

This sentence shocked the monks of Guanyin Monastery, and they only felt that they had been empowered.

Although it is only a short story, the Buddhist teachings contained in it are extremely profound and reflective.

Even Jin Chi pondered for a long time, put his palms together in front of the river, and bowed: "Amitabha, "Wu Xiang Verse" is like a young monk, teaching people to abide by the precepts, abide by their own hearts, and not be careless and slack;

"Thank you for the advice!", as Jin Chi's words fell, all the monks who were listening also spoke in unison.

"It's just a matter of discussing Buddhism, you don't need to be like this," he returned the salute, and Jiang Liu replied.

The so-called Buddhist discussion ended quickly, and Jiang Liu returned to his meditation room to continue practicing, but this discussion made the Guanyin Zen Monastery even more sincerely convinced.

In particular, the small stories that metaphorize "Wu Xiang" and "Bodhi" are even more impressive.

After another day in the Guanyin Zen Temple, there was nothing to do during the day, and Jiang Liu also hid in the meditation room to practice Tianlong Zen Yin, and reached the realm of the third layer, and the experience points obtained from Tianlong Zen Yin cultivation increased by a bit.

If he could, Jiang Liu would really like to spend a few months in this Guanyin Monastery and raise his level a few more times, which would be really good.

It's just that thinking of the almost fanatical enthusiasm of the monks of Guanyin Monastery makes Jiang Liu feel a little unbearable.

In the middle of the night, an undetectable ray of light suddenly came from the west and sank into the meditation room of the golden pond.

Jiang Liu sat cross-legged and operated the exercises of Tianlong Zen Yin, naturally unaware.

But Sun Wukong, who was lying on the beam of the house, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the west, his eyes were shining, and he seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space.

Immediately, the monkey grinned.

In the smile, there is a lot of mockery.