"Master?"

The Xuan Idiot Monk looked very shocked, as if he didn't expect the owner of the voice to appear at this time. However, he did not hesitate, and directly folded his hands to Lu Xin, and then made a gesture of please.

Walking through the Daxiong Hall into the back hall, there is a corridor in the style of Buddhism. From the carvings to the structure to the colors, they are full of Zen and the finest wood. After decades of wind and rain and erosion of time, a huge corridor is still as bright as new. The monk led the way in front, and the two walked for nearly a minute, when the monk suddenly stopped in front of a Zen door and motioned for Lu Xin to go in alone.

Looking up, the plaque above the Zen Gate is engraved with the words "Descending Dragon Hall". There is a golden statue of a dragon descending Arhat inside, two people are tall, stepping on an evil dragon, holding a magic weapon in their hands, very majestic. There is a monk sitting under the Buddha statue, with his back to the door, and his figure is slender, giving people a feeling of an old dragon bell from a distance. Lu Xin knew that the old monk in front of him should be the abbot of the Nine Lotus Temple, the legendary Master Yan Cen. At the moment, he slowed down, and his expression became respectful.

After all, he came to beg for help, although he moved on the Mahavira Hall because he was in a hurry. But now that he has met Master Yan Cen, there is no reason to be presumptuous. To Lu Xin's surprise, the old monk in front of him seemed to know that he was coming. After closing the Zen door in the air, he said directly: "Xuanzang said that a young man from Chang'an will come to the Nine Lotus Temple to find me in the next two days. Unexpectedly, you came. ”

"Xuanzang? How did the master know that I was from Chang'an? ”

The old monk's words made Lu Xin's hairs stand on end, and a cold sweat immediately broke out on his back. Xuanzang already knew that he was coming? How is this possible? The two didn't know each other, and only glanced at each other in a hurry outside Chang'an City. After that, Xuanzang went all the way west. And ten days ago, he had already left Dunhuang. At this time, Master Yan Cen said that Xuanzang knew that he was coming. The information hidden in this is really amazing.

When the old monk heard the words, he was still facing the Buddha statue, his head lowered, and he gently tapped the wooden fish under him. Tuk, tuk, tuk...... One slower than the other. The old monk knocked very regularly, although it was just a wooden fish with a single voice, but it seemed to knock out a lullaby. Lu Xin's restless mood quickly calmed down.

"Seven days ago, a child came to the temple and asked for a pair of medicines, saying that he wanted to save a dying person. I thought at the time, it must be the benefactor who has arrived. ”

The old monk did not explain why he knew that Lu Xin was from Chang'an, and while beating the wooden fish, he recited the scriptures. After reciting a paragraph, he stood up, took Lu Xin to the futon on the side, and motioned to sit down. After sitting down, Lu Xin saw the old monk's appearance clearly. It was an incomparably old face, full of folds and furrows, like the annual rings engraved on the face. The pupils of the old monk looked very cloudy, as if they were covered with a layer of gray. But his gaze was unusually bright, flickering with dazzling light from time to time.

Outside the meditation hall is a bamboo forest, and through the window, you can see the water-green branches and leaves swaying in the wind. Although it is already autumn, it is full of life and the envy of a hundred flowers. The scene of the Nine Lotus Temple is completely a picture of tranquility. It seems that the Black Storm that happened not long ago has never appeared at all. But from the chat between the tavern keeper and the little monkey, it was known that Master Yan Cen should have seen the monster in the black storm. He must know where the monster's lair is.

"Master Yan Cen, what else did Master Xuanzang say? What is the relationship between him and the master? ”

"In terms of seniority, I am Xuanzang's uncle. But when it comes to cultivating for the Dharma, I should call him a master. Before leaving, Xuanzang said that the monsters in the Batu Cave would be killed in the next few days. And you are the key to this catastrophe. He asked me to help you convert that monster to Buddhism. ”

"Temper that monster? Master, I heard that you were swept away by the Black Storm back then. How did you get back? Where is the monster's lair, do you remember? ”

The more he listened to the old monk's words, the more shocked Lu Xin became. Xuanzang seems to have calculated everything, not only knowing that he was coming, but also calculating the catastrophe of the monster. This kind of cultivation is really terrifying.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you a story first. After that, you will naturally understand. ”

The old monk frowned, then looked out the window, and slowly recalled the events of decades ago.

"That monster is a black tiger spirit, and it has been practicing for five hundred years. He was once the supreme of the demon clan, a disciple of the White Emperor, and he had never been a disaster. But since the White Emperor disappeared, this monster has been entrenched in the Batu Cave three hundred miles away. I often go crazy and catch some nearby people to go back to eat. In the early years of Renshou, I was ordered by Emperor Wen of Sui to preach from the Pure Land Temple to Dunhuang. On the day when the Jiupin Liantai Temple was built, the monsters rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, wanting to destroy the temple, and put down their words, and did not allow any Buddhist disciples to appear in the Dunhuang area. I was very surprised at the time, and I didn't understand why this monster had such a big prejudice against my Buddhism. Later, he took me into the Batu Caves, and I found out why......"

The old monk told the story for nearly half an hour, and from his narration, Lu Xin knew a little-known secret. More than a hundred years ago, it was about the middle of the Southern Dynasties. The Supreme White Emperor of the Demon Clan, who was hunted down and killed by the power of the Ember Buddha Mountain in the South China Sea, is still missing. Since then, the power of the demon clan has collapsed. The monsters under the White Emperor's seat are torn apart. The black tiger spirit in the Batu Cave was also exiled to the desert around Dunhuang. At that time, the reason why the demon clan was defeated was because there was a powerful magic weapon in Ember Buddha Mountain, called the Nine Rank Golden Lotus, which made the demon clan helpless. And this is also the cause and effect of Master Yan Cen who changed the name of the Nine Lotus Temple to the Nine Lotus Temple after returning from the Batu Caves. Lu Xin wanted to ask who the supreme "White Emperor" of the demon clan was, but the old monk just shook his head, saying that he would know in the future.

"Master, the grievances between the demon clan and the Buddhism sect, which is right and which is wrong, now that it has been a hundred years, I'm afraid no one can say clearly. The black tiger spirit certainly has its pitifulness, but how can it be allowed to be taken captive for food, ferocious and murderous? ”

"It's not that I don't want to subdue him, it's really that the Tiger Demon cultivation is too high, and I can't help it. Because over the years, I had to make a pact with them to minimize their killings. This time, Xuanzang went west out of the Yumen Pass, and I wanted him to subdue the tiger demon. But Xuanzang didn't agree, saying, this is your cause and effect, and I want you to pay it back. ”

"My cause and effect? Master Yan Cen ...... "Lu Xin paused, and the more he listened, the more he felt that things were strange, and he felt like he had fallen into some calculation. But he couldn't find any evidence, and the little monkey was in danger, so he had to continue to ask, "Then what should we do?" ”