Chen Yi sucked into the last noodle and wiped his mouth, the warm breath was still active between his lips and teeth, making him have an endless aftertaste: "Is the second brother talking about the Pure Land Temple?"

The second brother smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Jiang Liu is the smartest, you know what the second brother thinks." ”

Being praised by this, Chen Yi was embarrassed: "I think the monks of the Pure Land Temple are very good, why did the second brother say that he would suffer in the future?"

Jodoji Temple...... Jiang Liu still doesn't know what it means to become a monk! Thinking so, the second brother lowered his head: "Isn't it not very kind to do this?"

He didn't see through the world, and he didn't want to take refuge in my Buddha, so he became a monk, and he didn't become a liar.

Just when the second brother was entangled, Chen Yi's small voice sounded clearly on the side: "The second brother won't be unkind." ”

The second brother gritted his teeth, let's take one step at a time, if there is no way, who is willing to deceive others and deceive themselves: "Jiang Liu, let's go!"

He held Chen Yi's small palm, and his palm was already covered with a thin layer of calluses, which made the second brother's heart leak hard, and strengthened the idea that was not mature.

The Pure Land Temple is backed by green mountains and leans on the river, occupying a rare piece of good mountains and rivers in the eastern capital.

"Why are you here?" When the bright moon hangs high at night, the temple is full of cicadas, although it is a little noisy, but in the solemn atmosphere of the temple, it becomes a rhythmic sound.

The person who came was the monk who gave them the silver naked son during the day, and the second brother's lips moved, and he couldn't say anything for a long time: "I, my brother and I want to ...... I want to become a monk. ”

In the end, the second brother's voice could only be distinguished by the shape of his mouth, and the miraculous thing was that the monk actually understood.

Half a step taller than the Chen Yi brothers, they leaned on the iron gate behind them, and suddenly the bright light reflected from the inside out, and the monk smiled and didn't ask them why: "Then come in." ”

The abbot of the Pure Land Temple is an old man who has long passed his old age, but his body is exceptionally tough, and his complexion is ruddy all year round. Maybe it's because it's long since I stopped being troubled by the world, I have no desires and no desires, and my natural body has been optimally conditioned.

The abbot knelt in the Buddhist hall, and when he saw the monk coming back with the two children, he beckoned and motioned to the two brothers Chen Yi to come over: "Do you like these?"

The old monk's wrinkled hands were like mountains and ravines, and the ditches and bumps on them were very obvious, and the second brother and Chen Yi actually gasped in unison.

The second brother, who knew that this was very impolite, immediately shifted his gaze, and secretly stretched out his little hand to grab Chen Yi's hand, and the two saw that the old monk was pointing to a yellowed scroll.

The second brother took a sharp breath and replied with some sneer: "I like the ink fragrance on it." ”

This is true, the old monk Yu Guang looked at the book placed in front of the desk, this book is a treasure given by Emperor Gaozu to the Pure Land Temple. The ink on it is naturally hundreds of times stronger than the average one, and it is also regarded as the treasure of the temple by the Pure Land Temple.

Treasures, treasures, most of them can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed. This book is the Tianzhu Sutra from outside the territory, relying on the existing information in the Pure Land Temple to check, the old monk still has a lot of puzzles.

Chen Yi also sniffed, as if he was interested in more than just the scent of ink, he stretched out a finger: "Can I go there and have a look?"

The old monk smiled and nodded: "Of course." ”

Chen Yi approached the table, and the stillness of the words on the yellowed book became extremely familiar to him for some reason. He said something at that time, which stunned the monks of the temple, and even the second brother who accompanied him day and night couldn't return to his senses for a long time: "This word is not from the Central Plains, it is Sanskrit." ”

The old monk was so excited that he suddenly stood up from the futon, grabbed Chen Yi's two arms that naturally drooped, and said in a trembling voice: "Child, you, how do you know that this text is Sanskrit?"

The fleeting light in Chen Yi's eyes dimmed, and he was still an ignorant child at this time: "I always feel that I have seen it somewhere, but in fact, I really haven't seen it." ”

The tongue twister-like answer did not extinguish the flame of excitement in the old monk's heart.

Sanskrit is a text from Tianzhu, where there is a sacred place of Buddhism, Lingshan. A person who is proficient in Sanskrit must be a person with a profound knowledge of Buddhism, otherwise, no matter how well-read that person is, he will never know a trace of Sanskrit.

But this child, who has no knowledge of the scriptures, can now see at a glance that the words belong to them. Isn't this enough to show that he is a natural practitioner and a person who is related to my Buddha?

After that night, there were two less brothers surnamed Chen in the world, but there were two more monks in Buddhism.

On this day, Changjie took Xuanzang down the mountain.

"Senior Brother Changjie. Xuanzang called him softly behind Changjie, thinking that he would no longer be able to call him a brother, and he would be very uncomfortable in his heart.

But, that's just what I thought. Many things are like this, they have never happened, and even if you think about it thousands of times in your heart, it will always be different from the truth.

After Changjie heard this clear call, his steps paused, but his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand, and the feeling of suffocation made him very uncomfortable. But he knew that the rules of the monk could not be broken, so he forced out a stiff smile: "Senior Brother Xuanzang, is there something wrong?"

Xuanzang didn't know that Changjie's heart at this time was as uncomfortable as a drop of blood, and on his fair and translucent face, the corners of his mouth went up: "It's okay, I just like to go like this with Senior Brother Changjie, and I feel that the old days are back." ”

"Oh, is it?" Chang Jie had mixed feelings for a while, and he couldn't tell whether it was more bitter or sweeter: "That's good." ”

That's good, he can only say "That's good", it's already a fact that he escaped into the empty door, and it's hard to recover from the water, he should have realized it a long time ago.

"Let's go over there and have a look. Changjie pointed to a crowded place.

He still likes to join in the fun, as before. Xuanzang nodded and didn't say anything.

Today it's the two brothers, oh no, to be exact, it should be, the two brothers. One day when the two brothers went down the mountain to buy, they needed to buy all the rice and grain that the monks of a temple should use for their meals.

"Let it, let it go. ”

The thin bodies of Xuanzang and Changjie were forced to the front by the crowd.

It was a scene very similar to the butcher at that time, the bald uncle in front of him, holding a silver-glowing kitchen knife in his right hand, and tightly grasping a snow-white rabbit with his oily hand.

The rabbit was constantly struggling when it was dying, and although its two little hind legs were thin and short, they were still pushing desperately, and they had to fight for life and death. Why, why life and death are all decided by others.

"Amitabha, good, good. "Changjie has not entered the temple much, but the most basic Buddhism has been understood.

Buddhist disciples, how could they watch the souls of the dead under the sword!