Yang Wenhua suddenly switched from reading the disciple rules to the Taishang Induction Chapter, which immediately made some readers on the spot dissatisfied.

"Hey, master, wasn't that article good? Why didn't you finish reading it and change it? ”

Hearing the Taishang induction chapter, several Taoist priests in the crowd lit up, and at this time, they heard a group of scholars interrupting Yang Wenhua's reading, and they were immediately dissatisfied.

"Poor Dao thinks that the article that the master is reading now is better, and what he just read is just average."

One of the young Taoists stepped forward and bowed to Yang Wenhua with one hand, "This master, Li Chunfeng is polite, I wonder if the scriptures that the master read just now can be transferred to the poor Dao?" ”

Without waiting for Yang Wenhua to reply, a scholar in his thirties stood up on the side, gave a fist salute to Yang Wenhua, and said: "In Xia Cui Dunli, my opinion is slightly different from that of Li Taishi.

I think the scripture that the master just read is better, I don't know if the master is willing to transfer it, Cui is willing to ask for it with a lot of money. ”

Yang Wenhua ignored Li Chunfeng, who was smiling wryly next to him, looked at Cui Dunli, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Boling Cui's or Qinghe Cui's?" ”

Cui Dunli's brows furrowed, and he replied with some displeasure: "Boling Cui Clan, does the master's scriptures still have to be traded by people?" ”

"That's not going to happen, it's just a casual question, Master Cui doesn't have to mind."

Yang Wenhua thought for a while, and then said: "The poor monk needs to build two brick walls that are thick and thousands of feet long, if you are willing to build such a brick wall, take the scriptures." ”

Cui Dunli and Li Chunfeng took the book in Yang Wenhua's hand, and after reading a few pages, they agreed to Yang Wenhua's conditions.

Although the disciple rules have few words, they are the essence of Confucianism after removing all the dross, and they can be studied extensively even in later generations, and the Cui family is not so rich.

And the Taishang Induction Chapter is not only a classic, but also much richer in content, and Li Chunfeng didn't feel that he was at a loss.

The warm spring sun has risen, and Yang Wenhua is also planning to leave here and set off in the direction of the palace.

At this time, a young monk walked out, came to Yang Wenhua's face and folded his hands in front of him to salute, and asked: "Since the master is a member of my Buddhist sect, why does he have Confucian and Taoist classics, but only lack my Buddhist classics?" ”

Yang Wenhua looked up at the monk in front of him, folded his hands and bowed back, and then said:

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. Relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is empty, and the emptiness is the color. ”

"What else?"

Seeing the anxious look of the young monk in front of him, Yang Wenhua smiled and said, "There is no more, and there are still things that you need to ask for yourself." ”

"The master knows the poor monk?"

Looking at the surprised look on the young monk in front of him, Yang Wenhua smiled again: "Didn't the monk who came with you just now call you Xuanzang?" ”

Xuanzang showed a sudden look, and then knelt down in front of Yang Wenhua, made a Buddhist salute, and begged: "Now is the eventful autumn of Buddhism, and the emperor does not allow poor monks to go to Tianzhu to seek the true scriptures."

Since the master has the true scriptures in his hands, why not pass them on to his disciples, so that the disciples can help the Buddha through the current difficulties. ”

"Xuanzang, do you really think that seeking the true scriptures can revitalize Buddhism?

The so-called: the body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, do not make dust.

Xuanzang, do you think these words are correct? ”

"The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, don't make dust, the master is a bead, it is really my Buddhist power, and please give the master the method of revitalizing Buddhism."

After reading the Bodhi poem, Xuanzang did not answer Yang Wenhua's question, but said a few obedient words and continued to worship.

"Xuanzang, you are really a slippery head, if Buddhism wants to revitalize, you still need to go west, not only the true scriptures need to be obtained, but more importantly, the key to the revitalization of Buddhism is what you have seen and heard all the way to the west."

After speaking, Yang Wenhua stood up and read: "Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust."

Wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha stays in his heart, and if the world learns from me, it is like entering the devil's way. ”

Glancing at Li Chunfeng on the side, Yang Wenhua sighed, "The front wheel is rutted, the rear wheel is rutted, round after round, when will it stop?"

In fact, there is no need for the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, everything is just a mirror, after a hundred years, everyone is a handful of loess, what do you do to earn those? ”

After speaking, Yang Wenhua ignored Xuanzang's continued pleading, led the jujube red horse and dragged the cart, and walked in the direction of the palace.

During the march, although Yang Wenhua did not speak, there was a sound that kept coming out.

"When will the fight for fame and fortune stop? Waking up early and sleeping late is not free! Riding a donkey, a mule, and a horse, the prime minister of the official residence looked at the prince. ”

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"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

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"If you get it, you will sing and you will rest, you will be sad and hateful, you will have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be sad tomorrow."

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Quatrains through the ages, Tang poems and Song lyrics, constantly wear out of Yang Wenhua's body, and when Yang Wenhua Yanxinmen came to the Vermilion Bird Gate, it was already a scene of all people.

It seems that the glorious tradition of watching the excitement is the same at all times.

Although the entourage has always been maintained by patrolling the city, it still caused a lot of traffic jams, which means that in the relatively open Tang Dynasty, if it were in other dynasties, Yang Wenhua might have been expelled.

With such a huge movement, Yang Wenhua naturally achieved the desired goal, and when Yang Wenhua came to the Vermilion Bird Gate, there were already attendants waiting here.

Yang Wenhua didn't care so much, he still followed the pre-set routine, groped around on his body, checked it again, and made sure that everything was packed up, Yang Wenhua suddenly raised his voice and shouted inside:

"The monk Sanzang who returned to the east came to offer treasure to the Tang Emperor."

The waiter, who had already been facing Yang Wenhua, heard Yang Wenhua's shout, and even quickened his pace, and came to Yang Wenhua in a few steps.

"Oh, my archmage, don't shout, you made such a big noise, the saint already knew that you were coming, come with me to the temple to meet you.

The martial arts princes in the court are hungry and waiting for you, seeing that this court food has passed, I don't know when I will be able to go down to the court today. ”

It was only ten o'clock in the morning, what were you hungry for, who made them eat only two meals a day.

Yang Wenhua scolded a few words, and was pulled by the inner servant, unexpectedly this eunuch was quite strong.

"The carriage, there is a treasure on the horse, bring it in together."

"If someone brings it in, you don't care, come with me."