Yixuanzang ignored it, presumably it was a senior brother who had encountered a bottleneck in the scriptures, or he was just annoyed, in short, he shouldn't stop at this time.

Otherwise, the Buddha will be unhappy, and no one will like to give up halfway. If you can't accept it yourself, how can you let others accept it?

Xuanzang's eyes slowly closed, and he chose to recite it, so that he could concentrate his attention.

There was a bright yellow halo in the corner, and with the man's gentle movements, there was a soft luster like flowing clouds flashing on it, bypassing the group of novices who were sitting in danger, and slowly walked to the front of Xuanzang.

Xuanzang didn't know what was going on, the day he entered Jinshan Temple, he gradually learned the trick of concentrating on practice, every time his spirit was sluggish, as long as his eyes were closed, it seemed that he would enter a kind of no-man's land.

What is the situation in the outside world, it has nothing to do with him anymore.

A scripture was finally memorized smoothly, and Xuanzang opened his eyes with satisfaction, but was startled by the face that suddenly appeared in front of him: "Donor, why are you here?"

The man in the bright yellow robe smiled, and his glorious and luxurious temperament was naturally exposed, he bent down close to Xuanzang's ear, and said softly: "I remember, your Buddhist family has a cloud, saying that all beings are equal, I don't know if this still counts now?"

Xuanzang stood up, his upper body still maintaining a posture of folding his hands: "Of course, what is the matter with the donor?" He didn't seem to notice that the man called himself "I".

Only then did the man speak leisurely and turned his body to the monks: "I also want to come and offer an incense to my Buddha." ”

Xuanzang turned sideways, turned to the side hall, and took out everything for him to worship. The pilgrims are still a little different from what they use.

Xuanzang silently recorded that this was the first pilgrim today, less than half an hour before the morning bell rang. According to the recent situation of Jinshan Temple, it is very different from thirteen years ago.

The progress of one pilgrim per day was unimaginable to them.

"Amitabha. After the old monk finished the man's worship, he helped him stand up from the left and right, and staggered to the man's side.

Xuanzang's eyes were gloomy, the old monk's body was not as good as before, is this the ruthlessness of time?

"Amitabha. The man also gave a salute and smiled at everyone: "I won't disturb the master's cultivation." ”

The bright yellow clothes fluttered gently in the wind, and the person who was about to walk out of the temple gate stopped, looked at Xuanzang, and asked, "I have something haunting in my heart, I wonder if this Master Xuanzang can answer a question or two for me?"

Walking in the wide grass behind the mountain gate, Xuanzang always kept a distance not far from the person in front of him: "Donor, have we met before?"

Since he was able to ask him so, Xuanzang was sure that they must have met before. It's not the face that's familiar, the face changes over time, and besides, he never cares about the face.

At that moment, as his warm breath pressed close to his cheek, the familiar sensation collided again. It's hard to have anything in his heart that can stir up waves, but just now, that real sense of familiarity......

"At that time, I wasn't wearing yellow clothes, so you almost didn't recognize me?" Tang Huang was angry and funny: "Monks are really more forgetful. ”

"Your Majesty, it's serious. That was the first time Xuanzang called him "Your Majesty": "It turned out that the person who asked Xuanzang to come to Jinshan Temple to become a monk is today." ”

Emperor Tang waved his hand: "If it's not the court, let's get rid of those false courtesies." "Thirteen years ago, he was a teenager, and now that the situation is settled, he has also entered middle age. Xuanzang also grew from that child to the right age of Shaohua.

"I don't know, what is the worry that Your Majesty is talking about? How can you think that Xuanzang will definitely be solved?" Xuanzang took a few steps closer, but still did not stand side by side with Emperor Tang.

Tang Huang took a deep breath, fell on the soft grass, and replied: "It's so good here, no one is chattering in my ear anymore." ”

What are they talking about? Xuanzang knows the answer even if he doesn't ask. As the Son of Heaven, everything was so complicated that he could hardly imagine.

"You're still the same as before. Emperor Tang took out a book from his arms, "I just don't know if I can speak as amazingly as thirteen years ago." ”

He always remembered that when the sun shone on the side, the child with the glass pupils smiled: "It's not a big deal, that's good." ”

"This is Tianzhu Sanskrit. Xuanzang took the book handed over by the Tang Emperor with both hands, and at a glance identified the words that were regarded as the book of heaven by the Tang Emperor: "This is what haunts Your Majesty? ”

Emperor Tang's hands in his sleeves stiffened, he hadn't seen him for many years, shouldn't he have a lot to say at this time, why did he rush to start issuing an eviction order: "I see, you're not worried that I will waste the government, but I'm afraid that it will delay your cultivation." ”

Thirteen years have passed, and it is no coincidence that he appeared in Jinshan Temple. What "no coincidence makes no book", those words are just for Huangkou Xiaoer. There are no accidents in the world, and the so-called accidents are just premeditated and planned inevitability.

Since Xuanzang entered Jinshan Temple, he has successively sent people to investigate the news here. Otherwise, how could the almost deserted temple stand for more than ten years, it was not that he secretly arranged people to come to offer incense as pilgrims.

After a while, there was still no response. Emperor Tang stretched out his finger and randomly scratched a few times on the scroll: "My doubts are not so easy to solve, you still have to tell me, what is the meaning of the Sanskrit words on it?"

"Your Majesty loves Buddhism so much, and you are also a person who is related to my Buddha?" Xuanzang's attitude was inexplicable, and a pair of slender eyes narrowed for some reason, as if he wanted to see through the person in front of him.

Emperor Tang asked himself if he was acting correctly and sitting upright, but he was still staring at him uncomfortably: "Are you because I told you to become a monk in Jinshan Temple at that time, and your heart is resentful, so you can't speak with a gun and a stick?"

This time, it was Xuanzang's turn to be puzzled, and he smiled bitterly: "When did the little monk resent His Majesty, but His Majesty's words confused the little monk." ”

"No?" Tang Huang snorted coldly, saying that his family did not speak, and believed that he was good once: "Then tell me, why do you think that I am not sincere." ”

"Nowadays, there are more than 1,000 temples in the Tang Dynasty, and there are no less than 100 in Chang'an City alone. Your Majesty, what does it think?" Although Xuanzang is not very old, his expression in his gestures is already very similar to those monks.

Hearing these words, Tang Huang was stunned, why did Xuanzang lead the topic to this in a dignified manner.

He didn't know how to answer, but he couldn't lose the royal face, so he replied stubbornly: "Since the previous dynasty, the large-scale construction of temples has cost a lot of material and financial resources. It is to show the prestige of the country, but it is also the sincere respect of the emperor and me to the Buddhas. ”