As soon as the day dawned, the vendors on both sides of the street were busy preparing for a new day's business, and the shops and inns on both sides of the street also started a new day's work.

Slowly, the cries and shouts began to fill the streets, and the crowds changed from few to bustling, shuttling shoulder to shoulder on the wide streets.

The streets are full of traffic, the crowds are endless, and the shops are dazzling...... This is Zhanzhou in the south, Dì Dū of the Han Empire, Luoyang.

Walking on the spacious street, Yang Xuan, dressed in a white robe, looked at everything, everything was so natural, and there was a scene of harmony, happiness and prosperity everywhere.

More than 100 years ago, when he traveled in Zhanzhou in the south, he came to Luoyang.

Although Luoyang was also prosperous at that time, there was one thing less than today.

National fortune dragon spirit.

Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, Liu Xiu, relied on the Nanyang Emperor Township and Hebei Longxing to achieve the imperial cause, and chose Dì Dū Luoyang for various considerations.

It is precisely because he is in Luoyang that Yang Xuan can see that most of the people here are well-dressed, with a different spiritual outlook from the people in other places, and they all have a kind of confidence and pride on their faces.

The people of the capital naturally always have a mysterious self-confidence.

It was almost noon, Yang Xuan picked a restaurant for monks, went up to the second floor to find a window seat and sat down, asked for a pot of sake and two plates of vegetables, and drank alone.

"Alas, Zhanzhou in the south was originally the land of my Taoism, and now the Banghu monks dare to preach Buddhism in the Han Dynasty."

"I heard that six years ago, the emperor dreamed that the Jin people flew to the palace, and then inquired the minister, and learned that the Jin people were named 'Buddha', which was the god of the West, and he actually sent Langzhong Cai Yu to the Western Regions to visit Buddhism."

"The emperor of my dynasty was originally a descendant of the son of the Red Emperor, and he actually bowed down to greet him, and also chose to build a monastery in order to praise his immeasurable public virtue. It's really stupid to work so hard and waste money, waste people's fat and ointment! ”

"The Futu Sect originated from Tianzhu, not my Middle-earth Sect!"

"Hmph, the Poor Taoist Guan Futu Sect is really a shoe sect for the weak people and the country!"

"This is in line with the meaning of the poor road, the Futu Sect emphasizes that people have reincarnation, suffer in this life, and enjoy happiness in the next life, it will only teach people not to want to forge ahead, and the Futu Sect is good at debate, likes to talk loudly, and a group of clowns who jump off the beam."

……

Yang Xuan drank wine while listening to the monks around him talking to each other, as if they were talking about the spread of Buddhism to the East two years ago at most.

Whenever he talked about that incident, the monks were all heartbroken, and did not hide their disgust and dislike for Buddhism.

"Hakuba-ji Temple"

Yang Xuan put down his wine glass, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a wisp of divine consciousness spread towards the outside of the Yongmen Gate in the west of the city.

In just a moment, more than ten miles outside Luoyang City, with the mountain in the north and Luoshui in the south, a temple with red walls and blue tiles appeared in the sea of knowledge, and the simple plaque was three words vigorous.

White Horse Temple.

The ancestral garden of Buddhism in Zhan Chau in the south.

Nowadays, although the White Horse Temple is full of incense, there is an endless stream of pilgrims who come to worship on the fifteenth day of the new year, and even dignitaries come to pray for blessings, but the background is really not good.

The White Horse Temple has only been built for a hundred years, and the monks in the temple are only a few dozen people, and none of them have obtained the Arhat fruit position.

Even the monks in the temple are all Hu people from Xiniu Hezhou, and none of them are local monks in China.

"Count the days, it won't be long before the golden cicada is reincarnated."

Although Liu Zhuang introduced Buddhism, he did not allow Han people to become monks, and it was not until Cao Wei's time that Zhu Shixing, a native of Yingchuan, was the first to become a monk.

Zhu Shixing, the first monk who traveled west to learn scriptures and seek the law!

Yang Xuan remembered that Sha Seng once said that he had eaten nine scripture learners in the Liusha River, and Tang Seng was the reincarnation of the tenth golden cicada!

This also means that the first nine generations of the golden cicada learned from the scriptures, and all ended up hitting the streets.

And Zhu Shixing is likely to be the first life of the golden cicada hitting the street!!

By the way, Zhu Shixing's law name is "Eight Commandments", but unfortunately this goods are too unlucky, and the scriptures are taken back, but they were brought back by his apprentices, and he himself died outside, and his reputation is not as big as that of Tang Sanzang in later generations.

"If it is prosperous, it will decline, and Buddhism will not be an exception."

Yang Xuan withdrew his divine sense, he didn't have much interest in the White Horse Temple.

The Heavenly Dao will not allow any sect to be dominant forever, Buddhism is congenitally insufficient, even if it temporarily relies on the great potential of the Heavenly Dao to become bigger, but in the end, it will be extremely prosperous and will decline, this is the number of days!!

In the border land of Dahan in the south of Zhanzhou, among the lush forests, there is a huge mountain shaped like the five fingers of a giant. More than 60 years ago, when Wang Mang usurped the Han Dynasty, he fell from the sky, and a majestic mountain fell heavily with the wind, and since then it has taken root here. Because it resembles the palm of a human hand, the five mountains are like five fingers, so it is called the Five Finger Mountain.

The scenery of this Wuzhi Mountain is beautiful, with lush forests and bamboos, and many animals live here. It is inaccessible and there are very few people living around. Except for some people who went into the mountains to collect medicine, there was almost no one.

On the central peak, there is a yellow Buddha sticker, emitting a golden light that envelops Wuzhi Mountain.

It is rumored that there is an old monkey pressed under this mountain, with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth, and a fierce appearance, showing his head at the foot of the mountain. At first, you can still hear him screaming wildly, but after more than 60 years, there has been no sound again. When anyone came, they saw moss and trees in the area where the monkey had been.

It is late autumn in Zhanzhou in the south, the foot of Wuzhi Mountain is desolate, the barren grass spreads, the stone peaks are rugged, the steep rocks are strange, and the horizontal branches are densely intertwined, covering most of the sunshine, and the haze is thick.

At the bottom of the mountain, a small plush ball crushed between the boulders was shaking, and he was covered in dust, his original golden hair was covered with dust, and became as yellow as a wild grass, like a clown who had nowhere to escape.

Sun Wukong, the once famous demon king, one of the seven great sages of the demon clan, and the Monkey King who made havoc in the Heavenly Palace!

If other people in the demon clan saw this scene at this moment, they would definitely not be able to connect him with the once famous demon king, one of the seven great saints of the demon clan, and the Monkey King who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, Sun Wukong.

At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, there are no peaches as big as the bowl mouth of Huaguo Mountain, there is no monkey drunk that he misses, the wind blows and rains, the sun is buried in the snow, and only iron pills and copper juice can fill the stomach when he is hungry and thirsty. There are no monkeys and monkeys without him, no sworn brothers from him, only mountain gods who treat him coldly.

Just as he was staring at a few ants on the ground in a daze, a pair of white boots with a silver background and cloud pattern suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

"Senior Brother"

Brother?

These two words seem like a long time ago.

Sun Wukong slowly raised his head, and what caught his eye was a familiar face, and his lips trembled suddenly, as if he was very excited.

"Senior brother, it's your !!"