The monk spoke, "Donor, be careful in what you say and do before the gods. ”

The monk spoke fluent Tang language, Xuanyi was petrified on the spot, and he spoke disrespectfully and bluntly, but some people could understand it. Xuanyi improvised, "Is it easy to make it yourself?" The answer is that it is not good, it has to be made by the gods. ”

She circled around and rounded things up. Jiang Yao bit her lip and smiled, Xuanyi has a lot of shows today, which will make her lie seriously for herself in front of the monks, which is disrespectful to the gods.

"Good. The donor is from Datang? "The monk is in his early twenties, with high eyebrows and deep eyes.

"Master, the believers are from the Tang Dynasty." Winter Frost stepped forward and replied.

Xuanyi clasped his hands together and made a gesture of pious worship to the Buddha. Monk: "Donor, the poor monk is a monk from the Tang Dynasty, and his Dharma name is Fatong." ”

Xuanyi raised his voice, "What, Datang, don't travel thousands of miles to get the true scriptures." ”

She raised her voice at once, and the people around her looked at her reproachfully because she was clamoring in front of the gods.

Xuanyi lowered his voice, "Are you sure it's not the reincarnation of Xuanzang?" ”

Dongshuang really wanted to hit her with the hilt of the sword, she was a very good girl, and she didn't know if she was too excited along the way, she was always a tiger.

Xuanzang is a god-like existence in the minds of monks, and she came up here with a sentence, Xuanzang is reincarnated. When Fa Tong saw the people in his hometown, he didn't care about Xuanyi's nonsense.

"Donor, please go to the poor monk's meditation room and talk about it."

He left his hometown for many years, and like the senior monk Xuanzang back then, he came to Tianzhu to seek Buddhism through hardships and dangers. Take a look at the country where the Buddha lived.

The group quietly followed behind Fatong to a row of thatched monks' houses. The simplicity of the monastic house puzzled everyone. According to the level of popular belief, the temple should not be short of silver.

Fa Tong said with a smile: "Since it is a practice, you must abandon the desires of the mouth and stomach, and the desires of the body. ”

In the room, there was a bed, a table, with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a few straw-woven mats on the floor.

A cup, a bowl, to entertain the hometown people who come from afar, there are no extra teacups. He smiled apologetically, "If the donor doesn't mind, I'll go to the fast with the poor monk in a while." ”

The implication is that you should all be patient and eat and drink together. Several people laughed, "Master, your hospitality is very chic. ”

Fatong also smiled: "It definitely impresses you, and you will think of Fatong when you return to your hometown." ”

Fa Tong left his hometown for eight years, and he came to the Western Regions with several of his fellow disciples to learn scriptures, and finally arrived at his destination only he and another senior brother.

They learned the scriptures on the way, and they could be described as nine deaths. Back then, Master Xuanzang went to the Western Regions to learn scriptures, he was officially appointed, and he was a senior monk appointed by Tang Taizong, and the equipment for travel was not sufficient.

Fatong and his party are all based on one faith. Several people embarked on the journey to obtain the true scriptures with overstretched entanglements. He stayed in Tianzhu for eight years, and he couldn't go back for a while.

There are no companions on the road, how can I go back without entanglement. Xuanyi: "Master, come back to your hometown with us." ”

Xuanyi listened to Fatong's narration and blurted out to invite him. Fatong misses everything in his hometown, even the grass and trees in his hometown.

"Is this convenient?" Fatong hesitated.

He also had a senior brother who was studying Buddhism at another monastery. He went back, leaving his senior brother alone in a foreign country, and he couldn't leave his senior brother behind.

Jiang Yao: "If the senior brother of the mage is willing, can he also go back together?" ”

Fatong stood up and stood outside the door for a moment before he returned, his eyes still a little moist. Let the people not see. I cried with joy, and when I heard the news that I could go home, I cried with joy for a while.

Fa Tong: "Don't hide it from the donor, the poor monk has been homesick for the past two years, and hopes that someone from the Tang Dynasty will talk about the situation in his hometown when he sees him, and the poor monk should return to his hometown." Now the donor can fulfill the wish of the poor monk, and the poor monk is grateful. ”

Several people discussed properly, and when it was time for fasting, a large shed, below which were several iron pots, there were monks baking cakes, and believers were queuing up to receive fasting rice, one cake per person, and a bowl of black tea.

Jiang Yao and his party also waited in line, a cake and a bowl of black tea, to be honest, they couldn't eat enough, they didn't have enough to eat, that's all.

The monks wait for the devotees to finish eating before eating. There are a lot of people, but it's not noisy at all. Winter Frost threw ten taels of silver into the merit box.

Fa Tong and the others left the monastery together and went to another monastery to inform the senior brother that they were ready to leave for China. Little did they know that the monastery in their hometown was being cleaned up.

In the temple where Senior Brother Fatong was located, there were young men and women singing and dancing outside the mountain gate, and the beautiful singing voice made Xuanyi unable to take a step, she and the guards crowded into the crowd to watch the song and dance.

Jiang Yao, Dongshuang and Fa Tong entered the monastery. The monastery is as low-key and simple as the monastery where Fatong is located, and the senior brother is a monk in his thirties who looks more calm and steady.

"Senior brother, senior brother also has this intention, it's just the donor, the two of us have caused trouble to the donor."

Jiang Yao: "Where is it to cause us trouble, it is to accumulate merit for us." I am glad that the Venerable Master trusts us and is willing to entrust everything to us, and there is the Venerable Master reciting sutras and worshiping the Buddha on the way, so I am sure that on our way back, everything will turn evil into good fortune and everything will go well. ”

The tactful and thoughtful way of helping others and helping, this is the son, the son who makes people feel like a spring breeze. Winter Frost has already thrown aside the resentment she felt when she learned that Xiuying was entangled with her own family.

The senior brother and the monastery explained the situation, bid farewell to the abbot, and left the monastery with the package on their backs and Fatong and others.

Xuanyi and everyone can see it, the people of Tianzhu have singing where there is a well, and they can sing and dance and talk. If you can walk, you can dance.

The girl showed her slender waist, a bracelet was wrapped around her arm, and a jewel hung from the center of her eyebrow. His eyes are smart, and his waist is soft and boneless. The small silver bells on his body hit crisply with the beat. The dancing is dazzling and beautiful, and the singing is euphemistic and melodious.

Xuanyi is a dance idiot, she squeezed out of the crowd, watching the girl's dance moves, her hands and eyes moved unconsciously, she followed the beat to imitate the girl's movements, and she turned out to be a board and eye.

She is also dressed in a sari, but her face is different from that of the girls, but gradually her dancing style blends in with the girls. The leading girl jumped over, took Xuanyi's hand, and pulled her into the group.

Jiang Yao accompanied Fa Tong back to the temple, and Dongshuang and his senior brother stood on the periphery of the crowd. The senior brother gently taps the wooden fish to resist the temptation of music and beauty.

Dongshuang watched his brother's efforts to resist the desire of the ears and eyes, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly. It is very difficult to rely on doctrine to dilute human nature.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. Xuanyi also learned a kind of folk dance, indulged in it, and danced happily. She knew at a few glances where the essence of the Tianzhu girl's dance was.