Ripe?

Hearing Tang Sanzang's question, Maitreya Buddha was stunned.

As one of the three great worlds of Western Buddhism, the "Future Buddha", Maitreya Buddha has never cared about the problem of whether the melon is guaranteed or not to be ripe.

Perhaps, with the personality of Maitreya Buddha, the ordinary watermelon in the ordinary world has no blessing to enter his mouth at all.

"Golden Cicada...... Now he is just a mortal, and the question he is concerned about is whether this watermelon is ripe or not......"

Between the turns of thoughts, Maitreya Buddha sneered in his heart, but his face did not show any disdain, but showed a simple smile and said. "This is the watermelon that the old decay used to dedicate to the Buddhas on this mountain, how dare you fool it at will?"

"What does the old donor mean?" Tang Sanzang asked compassionately and peacefully.

"Keeping ripe, naturally keeping ripe." Maitreya Buddha nodded with a smile on his face, as if he was saying something that was taken for granted, and on the other hand, he took out a big watermelon from his burden and handed it to Tang Sanzang, and said enthusiastically.

"The elder might as well try it, it is also fate for the old man and the elder to meet today, this melon will not accept the elder's money, and taste it...... Let's try ......"

Regarding Maitreya Buddha's enthusiasm, Tang Sanzang folded his hands, took the watermelon, and said. "Amitabha, Amitabha, how can the benefactor be so enthusiastic?"

"Meeting is fate, this ripe and sweet watermelon is not worth a few dollars, and the elders don't need to be polite." Maitreya replied.

When Tang Sanzang heard this, he shook his head helplessly and said. "Do you know that there is a saying in my Buddhism: 'Monks don't speak'?"

"Huh? To know is to know, what does the elder mean? Maitreya Buddha asked, somewhat puzzled.

In this regard, Tang Sanzang smiled and said nothing, and gently stroked the hand holding the big watermelon on his chest, feeling the ethereal feeling of his hands caressing the big watermelon under the "light of the righteous path".

This melon ...... Familiar?!

Moreover, after Maitreya Buddha approached Tang Sanzang at a certain distance, under the light of the faint "light of the righteous path", he could see that there was a faint flow of Buddha light from the old man in front of him.

If it is not a Buddha, I am afraid that it is also a first-class Bodhisattva Arhat......

Tang Sanzang, who already had some judgment, couldn't help but be a little disappointed in his heart.

The poor monk has always adhered to the precepts of Buddhism, and has hardly ever spoken a word, and he doesn't want this visitor from the west to act like this.

Fortunately, Tang Sanzang has a very good temper, otherwise he would have changed to a more irritable Terran, and found that the idol in his mind had been completely subverted, and he was afraid that he would be stabbed on the spot, and ask him again "Is it familiar"?

And Maitreya Buddha seemed to feel that there was something in Jin Cicada's words, frowned, and said. "If the elder doesn't like it, there is no need to play tricks on the old man like this."

"Don't be annoyed by the donor......"

Tang Sanzang leaned over and put the big watermelon back into the flat pole and said. "The monks don't say anything, and the poor monk asks the donor if he is ripe, but he is only worried that the donor wants to offer the melon to my Buddha is problematic, and as for the melon ......."

After a pause, Tang Sanzang said with a compassionate and firm expression. "Since this is something that the donor wants to offer to my Buddha, how can such a poor monk taste it? Even if the poor monk dies, he will never dare to do this. ”

"This ...... Okay, since the elder doesn't want to taste it, the old man won't force the elder......"

Maitreya Buddha didn't mean to insist, he showed a smile that made people feel close and trusting, and then suddenly froze, as if he saw something amazing, pointed to the tunnel that had been dug for dozens of meters with one hand, and shouted in horror at Tang Sanzang.

"Woe to you, woe to you, what are you doing here?!"

"Amitabha, the old benefactor, the poor monk hasn't introduced himself yet......"

Tang Sanzang said with a compassionate and warm smile on his face. "The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east, and wanted to go to the Tang Sanzang of the West Tianling Mountain Da Lei Yin Temple to worship the Buddha and seek scriptures, and arrived here today, and there was no way to go west, so the poor monk had to give the disciples who were quite sharp in their hands and feet to try to dig out a passage."

"Confused, why is the elder so confused?" Maitreya Buddha said in shock and anger.

"Since the elder came from the Tang Dynasty, thousands of miles away, to ask my Buddha for the true scriptures, then why did he not kneel and ask my Buddha to give me the true scriptures when he went to the spiritual mountain 'Leiyin Temple', where the Buddhas practiced, but dug the foundation of the Buddhas' cultivation under his feet? If you annoy the Buddhas, isn't that a great disaster? ”

When Tang Sanzang heard this, his face showed a shocked expression, and then he fell into thought, and after a moment, he shook his head and said.

"Amitabha, thank you for the worry of the old benefactor, but the poor monk has been guided by Guanyin Master, to resist the West Tianling Mountain Da Lei Yin Temple to obtain the true scriptures, need to walk 108,000 miles away, after 9981 calamities, to be complete, now the poor monk since the day of departure, has been gone for more than nine years, still need to ......"

Speaking of this, Tang Sanzang paused stiffly, and almost said that he would have to walk for about five years before he could reach Lingshan.

Just to explain that 108,000 miles away, 9981 calamity, this kind of secret that is almost equal to semi-public, it is naturally nothing, but if it is explained that he has to take the road to the west for 14 years, and now he is still a few years away, and he still needs to insist on it again, then it is really a bit of a joke, and it will even arouse the suspicion and suspicion of the other party.

Tang Sanzang's heart turned sharply, his palms were folded, his head was slightly raised to look west, even though the sight in front of him was blocked by the high mountain, but those eyes seemed to pass through the high mountain, looking at the location of the spiritual mountain from afar, and continued.

“…… We still need to work hard again, and we will continue to insist on going west without changing our original intention. ”

In this regard, Maitreya Buddha's expression did not change in the slightest, but his tone was anxious, and he said. "The elder is really confused, the old man has also seen Guanyin on this spiritual mountain, the spiritual mountain has arrived, don't worry too much."

"Amitabha, the old benefactor and I have tested the poor monks, Guanyin Master said that he can seek the Sanzang True Sutra, but he has not yet arrived." Tang Sanzang said insistently.

"Elder, what Master Guanyin said was wrong, or did you hear it wrong? If you go up to this spiritual mountain 'Leiyin Temple' with the old decay to worship my Buddha, look for Guanyin and ask it, and you will know the truth and falsehood. Maitreya Buddha persuaded.

"You don't have to be ...... like that"

Tang Sanzang's attitude did not waver in the slightest, waved his hand, and said. "How could what Master Guanyin said be wrong? The poor monk categorically did not believe it, since Guanyin said 108,000 miles, it will definitely not be wrong. ”

Looking at the appearance of the golden cicada, Maitreya Buddha just wanted to ask, what kind of decoction did Guanyin Bodhisattva pour into the golden cicada?