Chapter 220 The construction of Baoling Temple

A group of four people walked outside the mountain gate. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sun Wukong waved his hairy hand and hurriedly asked, "Master, what kind of temple is this?" ”

Tang Xuanzang frowned slightly, and said, "I haven't gone up the steps yet, and I haven't seen the temple door yet, how can I know about this temple." ”

Heisha said on the side: "The master has not seen the temple plaque, so he must not know the name of this temple. ”

"Also, the master has been a monk since he was a child, he knows all the literature and science, and there are such big characters on the door, how can he not recognize it?" Bajie couldn't help nodding yes.

Sun Wukong didn't say much, with a move of his right hand, the plaque on the temple flew over, and the Great Sage Zhan dusted and said, "Master, please look." ”

There are five big characters on it, which is the Baolin Temple.

Sun Wukong continued: "Master, who in this temple goes in to spend the night? ”

Tang Xuanzang glanced at Sun Wukong and said, "I'll go in." If you have ugly faces, coarse speech, and arrogant nature, if you have a collision with the monks here, you are not allowed to stay overnight, but it is not beautiful. ”

Hei Xinxin said: "Tang Xuanzang is also a lot more alert now. ”

Sun Wukong waved his hand: "In this case, please let the master in, there is no need to say more." ”

But the elder threw away the tin staff, took off his cloak, put his clothes together, and entered the mountain gate, only to see a pair of King Kongs sitting high in the red lacquered railings on both sides, pretending to be majestic and ugly: the golden armor is brilliant, and the bright helmet is embroidered to reflect the wind. The West really offers more to the Buddha, and the incense in the middle of the stone tripod is red.

Seeing this, Tang Xuanzang couldn't help but nod and sighed: "My eastern soil, if someone also molds such a great bodhisattva as a clay fetus and burns incense to make offerings, my disciples will not go to the western sky." ”

At the place of sighing, I came to the second-floor mountain gate again, and saw that there were four heavenly kings, which were holding the country, smelling more, growing, and wide-eyed, according to the northeast and southwest wind and rain.

Entering the door of the second floor, I saw four trees of pine trees, one tree was covered with green and fluffy, but it was like an umbrella, and suddenly looked up, it was the hall of the Great Hero.

The elder took refuge with his palms together and bowed down. After worshipping up, turn the Buddha platform, go to the back door, and see the appearance of the inverted Guanyin Pudu South China Sea.

On the wall are those shrimps, fish, crabs and turtles pretended to be made by good craftsmen, showing their heads and tails, jumping into the waves of the sea and playing tricks.

The elder nodded three or five times again, sighed and said, "Pitiful! All sentient beings worship the Buddha, why don't you want to practice! ”

Just as he was admiring, he saw a Taoist in Tsing Yi walking out of the inner door. The Taoist suddenly saw that Sanzang had a strange appearance and a rich appearance, so he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "Master, from there?" ”

Tang Xuanzang saluted and said: "The disciple is sent by the Tang Dynasty to the West to worship the Buddha and ask for scriptures. ”

When the Taoist saw Tang Xuanzang having such an affair, he couldn't help but say, "Master, don't blame, I can't be the master." I'm a hard-working Taoist who sweeps the floor and hits the bell here, and there is a housekeeper in it, waiting for me to go in and give him a shout. If he keeps you, I will come out and ask you; If I don't keep you, I won't dare to be late. ”

Tang Xuanzang's face was happy, and he said with a smile: "I'm tired of you." ”

The man was not ambiguous, turned around, and hurriedly reported to the abbot: "Master, someone is here outside." ”

The monk got up, changed his clothes, pressed his hat and put on his robe, opened the door to greet him, and asked, "Where are the people?" ”

The Taoist pointed at Tang Xuanzang with his finger and said, "That person is in the back hall!" ”

The Sanzang was bareheaded, wearing a monk's robe, and a pair of muddy and watery Dagong shoes under his feet, leaning on the head of the back door, but there was no trace of the temperament of a monk.

When the monk saw this, he couldn't help but be furious in his heart, and scolded: "Don't you know that I am a monk official, but only the scholars from the city come out to offer incense, and we come out to greet them." This kind of monk, most of them are wandering monks, and tonight, they must think that they are coming to spend the night. Among our abbots, how can he be disturbed! Teach him to squat down the front porch, and tell me what to do! ”

After that, the monk turned around, but he no longer paid attention to Tang Xuanzang.

How do you know, the monk official's words, the elders of the sect knew, Tang Xuanzang looked disappointed, and said dejectedly: "No matter, no matter what, as the saying goes, people will give priority to etiquette and music." I'll go in and ask him what he thinks. ”

Tang Xuanzang followed the back of the monk and stepped into the abbot's door, but saw that the monk had taken off his clothes and sat there angrily, not knowing whether he was chanting scriptures or writing Dharma with others, and saw some papers piled up on the table.

Tang Seng didn't go deeper, so he stood outside the house, bowed his height and shouted: "Abbot! ”

The monk who had just sat down heard Tang Xuanzang's shout outside the house, his face was impatient, and he returned the salute without answering: "Where are you from?" ”

Tang Xuanzang saluted and said: "The disciple is the Tang Dynasty of the Eastern Soil who sent down to the West Heaven to worship the Living Buddha and ask for scriptures. The owner of Wanwang Old Home is convenient and convenient. ”

The monk stood up and said, "Are you that Tang Sanzang?" ”

Sanzang nodded and replied: "Exactly, the disciple is, I have a customs clearance document that can prove my identity." Tang Xuanzang was afraid that the monk would not believe it, so he opened his mouth and said.

"In that case!" Seeing this, the monk immediately said, "Ah Fu! Lead this monk to prepare a room! ”

"Thank you Abbot for your convenience!" Tang Xuanzang also thanked him.

"Out of the way! Out of the way! The monk couldn't stop shaking his hand and said with a smile on his face.

Relying on Tang Xuanzang's reputation, everyone has a place to live, but they don't need to sleep open, but they are quite happy.

But said that Sanzang sat in the meditation hall of Baolin Temple, recited "Liang Huang Water Confession" under the lamp for a while, read "Peacock Sutra" for a while, only sat until the third watch, but only put the scripture in the bag, was about to get up to sleep, only to hear a sound outside the door, and a gust of wind was blowing.

The elder was afraid that the lamp had been blown out, so he hurriedly covered the sleeve of his shirt, and when he saw that the lamp was bright or dark, he felt a little frightened.

At this time, he was sleepy again, and fell asleep on the scripture case, although his eyes were hazy, but he still understood in his heart, and listened to the wind outside the window.

Good wind, really that dashing, fluttering. The leaves are falling and the clouds are fluttering. The sky is full of stars, and the dust and sand are scattered everywhere. A burst of family fierceness, a burst of family purity.

When the pine and bamboo are pure, the rhyme is clear, and the rivers and lakes are muddy. The choking sound of the mountain birds is difficult to perch, and the sea fish are jumping and spraying. The doors and windows of the east and west pavilions are off, and the front and rear corridors are ghostly.

The vase of the Buddha hall blew to the ground, and the glass shook off the light and dimmed. The saddle of the incense burner + poured incense ashes, the candle stand is crooked, and the candle flame is horizontal. The banners and treasures are shaken apart, and the bells and drums shake the roots.

Hei Xuan opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly found that Tang Xuanzang frowned tightly, but he was dreaming of an unjust soul.

Hei Sha glanced at the demon king Sun Wukong beside him, couldn't help touching his chin, and said secretly: "This Sun Monkey should have discovered this unjust soul a long time ago, why don't you kill him?" ”

The black evil doesn't care about it, Tang Xuanzang will definitely tell everyone tomorrow, and then he will be ready to kill the demons that will appear next.