"So, is it a monkey, a pig, a monk, and a dragon horse, protecting you to go to the west and retrieve the true scriptures?" Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes. The three burials whispered.

Yang Weigong leaned back in the chair, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of ridicule: "Do you think the emperor will believe such a fold? Learn the scriptures from the West? The four masters and apprentices went to the Da Lei Yin Temple to retrieve the true scriptures? Journey to the West? Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty retrieved the true scriptures a thousand years ago, and you went again a thousand years later, doesn't it mean that you are the reincarnation of Xuanzang? And your three apprentices, why didn't they show up." ”

"Amitabha. The three burials chanted a Buddha name: "Buddhism is impermanent, and the color is not different from emptiness." ”

Yang Weigong stared at the eyes of the three burials. The three burials lowered their eyes calmly. Although he is over forty years old and has experienced the hardships of Tianzhu in the Western Regions, he still has a face like a crown of jade, his skin is like condensed fat, his eyes are clear, he is graceful and generous, and there is no wrinkle on his face, as if he is still the beautiful young man who set off from Xinjing sixteen years ago.

"I know that you are a monk who wanted to go to Tianzhu sixteen years ago. Now that you have returned, I know that what you have said is true. It's just that a monkey, a pig, a monk, a dragon and a horse, how do you explain it?"

……

There was no sound in the lobby, so quiet that you could hear the long, gentle breathing of the three burials. The elite soldiers in the hall were already stunned by his adventure story, and looked at this famous holy monk with awe.

But this does not include Yang Weigong. Since the founding of the Great Shang Dynasty for thousands of years, Yang Weigong, the most admired person, is recognized as the second smartest person in the country after the emperor himself.

He didn't speak, but leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. An autumn breeze runs through the lobby.

"Do you want to hear a story that the emperor can believe?" the three burials suddenly broke the silence.

Yang Weigong smiled and opened his eyes: "Holy monk, please speak." ”

"The poor monk was at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain and accepted a great apprentice, named Wukong the Walker. It is the Monkey King who made havoc in the Heavenly Palace 1,700 years ago, and was finally suppressed here by the Buddha. As everyone knows, the poor monk was originally a second disciple in his previous life, and his name was called the golden cicada. Because you don't hear the Dharma, your words and deeds are frivolous, so the true spirit of degrading you is reborn in the eastern land. After the suffering of the tenth reincarnation and the so-called suppressed Five Finger Mountain, Yang Weigong never doubted it?"

"The first time the poor monk was in distress was when he saw six thieves cutting the path, and finally the thieves were killed by Wukong. For this reason, the poor monk couldn't help but say a few words to him, but he didn't expect him to go away in anger. In the end, the poor monk relied on the heart-fixing mantra given by Guanyin, also known as the mantra of the hoop, to recover the bad disciples. Yang Weigong, the mantra of concentration, what is the mantra of concentration, haven't you ever doubted it?"

"The poor monk also received a disciple named Wu Neng and the Eight Precepts, and the six roots of this disciple are not pure, and the eight precepts are not stopped. On the way to learn the scriptures, my heart was moved, and I was not eager to return to Gao Laozhuang to marry a wife and have children. also talked many times about going home. What is Yang Weigong's opinion on this?"

"The last apprentice of the poor monk is the sand monk Sha Wujing. This disciple is honest and upright, and he is dedicated to the west. No matter what danger he encounters, he is by the teacher's side, and it is thanks to him that the poor monk can turn the danger into a disaster many times, and strengthen his heart to go to the west to worship the Buddha for refinement. Sha Seng is most worried about the fact that he was once the general of the curtain next to the Jade Emperor, who was demoted for his crimes, and **** suffered the pain of a flying sword piercing his heart. I longed to take the Western Longitude to wash away the grievances on my body. ”

"Ryoma was originally a dragon body, but he took over the drudgery of carrying a poor monk and taking the Western Scriptures, making himself not like a human being, and he had to make a hard-working appearance all the way to the west. As a dragon, he should have his own arrogance, is it because of the Bodhisattva's words, so he will work hard and complain?"

"When the Buddha took us through the Lingyun Immortal Ferry by boat, we saw a dead body on the head. The elder was shocked when he saw it, and the walker smiled and said, "Master, don't be afraid, that turned out to be you." Bajie also said: "It's you, it's you!" Sha Seng clapped his hands and said: "It's you, it's you!" The boat holder also said: "That's you! Doesn't Yang Weigong think it's strange?"

The third burial calmly finished the story in his usual gentle tone. There was a faint trace of sadness in his eyes, but he soon regained a calm as clear as water.

Yang Weigong pondered and said: "Then, in fact, Sun Wukong is the embodiment of hatred in your heart, Zhu Bajie is the embodiment of greed, the ascetic is the embodiment of infatuation, and the dragon horse is the embodiment of resentment. There have never been three so-called apprentices to escort you to the Western Heavens, have you? You have always been lonely on the road, yes or no?"

"Amitabha. "The three burials touched ten with both hands, and chanted a Buddha trumpet, without affirmation or denial.

"Well, the goblins you killed along the way were actually killed by you. For example, whether it's those cockroaches who cut paths, or weird-looking monsters, or monsters who like to eat people, they were all killed by you, yes or no? You can't bear the sin of killing so many people and demons, so you fantasize that you have a stubborn big apprentice, yes or no?"

"Amitabha. The three burials touched ten with both hands, and calmly chanted a Buddha name, without affirmation or denial.

"That is to say, the so-called Eight Rings that moved the mortal heart is actually your own greed, and you fell in love with Gao Cuilan in Gao Laozhuang, and the original intention was to stay in the favor. Later, it was your hatred that woke you up and moved on. Your so-called spider spirit white bone spirit daughter king, in fact, are all monsters that have made you move your mortal heart, right?"

"Amitabha. "The three burials touched ten with both hands, and chanted a Buddha trumpet, without affirmation or denial.

"Monk Sha is your obsession, you are a promising monk, and you have to go to the west to seek scriptures. You've complained, too. I hope to quickly take the scriptures and complete the scriptures, yes or no?"

"Amitabha. "The three burials touched ten with both hands, and chanted a Buddha trumpet, without affirmation or denial.

"Amitabha. The three burials chanted the Buddhist scriptures again and asked, "Duke Wei, can you make the emperor believe this story?"

Yang Weigong smiled slightly: "Holy monk, what a holy immortal king." As a vassal, I can only record and submit both stories, believe it or not, and ask the emperor to make a judgment. ”

"What about you?" San Fu's eyes were still calm, and there was no hint of aggressiveness in his tone, "Wei Gong, which story do you believe?"

Yang Weigong was stunned for a moment. Another gust of wind swept through the lobby, chilling it down. And a maid came in and put a coat on him.

If the second story spreads, the people of Xinjing and even the people will know that Tang San, who spent more than ten years to regain the true Mahayana Sutra Buddhism, is actually a monk who is greedy, hateful, and hateful, and has six impure roots. Then the true scriptures he retrieved will be greatly reduced, and His Majesty's image will also be damaged. My prestige as a great merchant no longer exists.

Yang Weigong was worried. So he said, "I believe in the first story. ”

Sanfu smiled and folded his hands: "So the Dharma is boundless." (To be continued.) )