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"Is Helan Xiaoyou here? Come in, come in, the old monk has been waiting for you for a long time. "It's the fifth year of Yonghui now, if Helan Minzhi didn't make a mistake, Master Xuanzang would be fifty-two years old as of this year.

Although he is still relatively young compared to Mrs. Yang. But compared to the overall Datang people, he is old enough. You must know that after the age of fifty, it can be regarded as a joy and mourning in the Tang Dynasty. It shows that people have lived a lot to this age.

Master Xuanzang worked hard all his life, and finally returned to the Tang Dynasty to settle down in the Great Ci'en Temple, and he never practiced for a long time. His daily work of translating the scriptures was so heavy that he was already exhausted. In recent years, his health has not been very good, and he can barely maintain his physical strength to support the translation of scriptures by relying on the precious medicinal materials in the palace and a breath of true qi in his body.

Regarding this matter, Helan Minzhi has not persuaded him less since he became familiar with him. Because he has many disciples, and there are not many of them who know Sanskrit. His Majesty the Emperor in the palace attaches great importance to the work of translating scriptures, so it is not impossible for him to let it go and raise his body.

He still remembered that when the gentle sunlight shone on this slightly dry and thin old monk, he said to himself with an extremely gentle smile: "What is there to cherish this stinky skin?" It's just that the merits of the old monk have not yet been completed, and the Buddha and his old man are unwilling to extradite me to the west. His own apprentices know that they are not good, this Buddhist scripture, one person sees it as one person's will, and others are even more uneasy. ”

At that moment, it seemed that the person sitting in front of Helan Minzhi was not this dry and thin old monk. It is the Zhan Chan meritorious Buddha who preached the Western Heaven in the legend of the novel.

He shook his head and shook off the distractions in his head. Gently pushed open the bamboo and wooden door in front of him, and was ready to talk about the past and the present with Master Xuanzang, talk about Buddhism, and talk about life. In this early spring, it is a good time for everything to recover, and it is an elegant thing to talk about Zen and Buddha with such a master.

However, the moment he pushed the door open, all the smiles on Helan Minzhi's face quickly converged. The hand was pressed tightly on the waist, and all the energy on his body was lifted, as if at this moment, he had become a fierce tiger about to prey, staring at the prey in front of him.

It was only a slight trembling left hand that leaked the uneasiness in his heart.

And the fundamental reason why he was so nervous was that the old Taoist priest in tattered clothes just now was sitting comfortably next to Master Xuanzang, looking at Helan Minzhi who pushed the door in with a smile.

Master Xuanzang originally had a gentle smile on his face, but when he saw Helan Minzhi like this, he looked a little dazed, and he didn't know what was going on.

And the old Taoist priest didn't care at all, picked up the teacup on the table and smacked it gently, and then said slowly: "Okay, relax." Who can't tell you the sword at your waist? If it's the old way, I'm going to be bad for you, and I still have to wait? ”

Even so, Helan Minzhi also understands this truth, but it may be that the huge and incomparably huge momentum of the old Taoist priest has put too much pressure on him. So he didn't dare to relax at all, and he was still in a tense state.

And seeing that although he opened the door but never stepped in, Ah Da and Peeki who were standing in the courtyard felt that something was not quite right.

Peeping Ji glared, and his face sank instantly: "Lord Helan, I don't know what happened?" ”

Helan Minzhi just wanted to answer, let Peeji enter the door, and several people worked together to take down this old Taoist priest first. Master Xuanzang suddenly stood up and said outside, "It's okay, it's okay." I guess it's because the tea is too fragrant for me, which makes Helan Xiaoyou a little obsessed for a while, right? Hahaha! ”

As he spoke, he slowly walked to Helan Minzhi's side, gently took his right hand on his waist, and dragged him in.

Don't look at the current Master Xuanzang, who is old and thin, but when he grabbed Helan Minzhi, he couldn't break free. I'm afraid that even Ah Da is far less powerful, and he was pulled into the house by Master Xuanzang without any resistance at all.

After listening to Master Xuanzang's words, Peep Ji naturally had no other doubts: "Master's tea is really fragrant, and the first time, the apprentice was also drunk." Since this is the case, then the apprentice will not bother the master and the Taoist and the Helan donor. He turned his head and walked towards the deep mountains with Ah Da.

And inside the thatched hut, Helan Minzhi was forced by Xuanzang for a generation, and gently sat on the blanket that had been prepared for him a long time ago. As soon as he sat down, Master Xuanzang's hand let go of his arm and began to cough constantly.

He was already dry and thin, the wrinkles on his face were one by one, and the wide monk's robe made him extremely thin. The old face, with a wisp of white hair under the forehead, is not much, and there is a slight sense of sparseness. There is nothing peculiar about his face, but compared to seeing him before, his complexion has improved slightly, and his face is a little more ruddy.

Quickly stood up again, helped him sit down, and patted him on the back gently: "Master don't worry, master don't worry, sit down and drink saliva first." Picked up the teacup on the table and handed it to Xuanzang.

While coughing, he picked up the water glass with a trembling hand. The hand of the cough belt was shaking so badly that he couldn't hold the teacup at all.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest put down the water cup in his hand: "Let you put down the work at hand, you don't listen." It's hard to come here all year round, and I will raise it for a few days, and I still bring Buddhist scriptures. In your life, all this time has been wasted on this Buddhist scripture. Saying homeopathy, I swiped with one hand, I don't know how. Master Xuanzang, who was originally sitting in front of He Lanmin, actually came to the old Taoist's side.

With his eyes slightly closed, the old Taoist priest put his hands on Master Xuanzang's back, and it probably didn't take a minute to lift his hands away. Xuanzang also stopped coughing instantly: "What you said is not right. This Buddhist scripture is the life's work of the old monk, and it is the supreme classic of my Buddhist family. ”

"Look at your body, when you die, I'll see what the use of these supreme scriptures is." The old Taoist priest was full of disdain.

"Hahaha, it's just a stinky skin. It's a pity, you can't even look at it at this age..."What's even more unexpected is that Master Xuanzang, who has always been extremely gentle, also made a joke with a frivolous tone.

"Humph! Your Buddhist family pays attention to the next life, becoming a Buddha. I'm not a Taoist, you are a stinky skin waiting for the Buddha and his old man to extradite you, I still want to soar in the daytime, feather and fly immortals! ”

"Feathered Flying Immortals?" Xuanzang shook his head and said nothing.