On this day, Chang'an City hung brocade silk cloth along the street, and wrote Buddhist mantras. Every ten miles there is a tall incense case, on which the Arhats, Bodhisattvas or Buddhas are enshrined, and the smell of incense candles permeates the entire Chang'an City.

All restaurants are fast and served, starting from the dawn of the day, an endless stream of monks are carrying incense into the city, every time they encounter an incense case, they stop to worship, incense to worship the Buddha.

The laymen on the side couldn't help but feel solemn when they saw it, and suddenly felt that the Buddha was watching three feet on their heads, and even the scoundrels in the past were a lot more settled.

Bright yellow, light blue, dark brown monk's robes, bustling crowded Chang'an City's Suzaku Street, everyone does not discuss, but reciting different Buddhist scriptures in their mouths, no noisy thoughts, buzzing like a bell, quite a bit of Hongzhong Da Lu's taste.

There is a huge field in front of the small wild goose pagoda to the Suzaku Gate, at this time three towering cloud platforms have been built, the representatives of each temple have surrounded the three high platforms, and there are several rows of futons raised from the ground half a meter high in front of them, and at this moment they are already full of old monks, all of whom are famous and virtuous monks.

The rest of the monks who were lucky enough to enter sat on the ground and surrounded the three high platforms, but at this time there was a crowd of people, but due to the constraints of their respective masters, they did not hear the sound of hoarseness and noise.

Not far from the high platform, a majestic black attic was newly built, and both sides were covered with iron-clad guards, all of whom were full of evil spirits, which should be the place where the Tang King was driving.

On this day, the weather was gloomy and the sun did not come out, which seemed to be very suitable for casting spells to overtake the soul, Xuanzang followed the monks of the Shenghua Temple into the venue of the water and land puja.

Perhaps because of his special status, his seat was arranged behind the Xuyun Zen Master and he got a high futon position.

When the other old monks saw this, most of them didn't raise their eyelids, and some of them showed curiosity, but after listening to the whispered introduction, they suddenly understood and closed their eyes again.

Xuanzang looked around, and saw that the old monks around him were very qualitative, kind and kind-eyed, and many of them also gave birth to the image of Arhats, presumably Buddhism has reached a certain point.

Some old monks have earlobes that are longer than their chins, some old monks have eyebrows that hang down above their shoulders, some have no beards and no eyebrows, and some have baby-like skin, and there are even thin monks with long hands and long feet who look like strange people......

The shape and appearance are strange, so that people can know that they are unusual at a glance.

Further out of the venue are princes and nobles, officials and families, and the outermost layer is pilgrims, common people or merchants.

At the end of the day, the king of the bright yellow dragon banner moved from the direction of the Vermilion Bird Gate, and there were hundreds of people in front and back, including the accompanying civil and military officials, and there was a riot in the crowd of onlookers in the distance.

The guards on both sides were responsible for clearing the road, but the person leading the way in front was a monk from the Great Compassion Monastery in Chang'an City.

Tang Wang and several princes, ministers together on the viewing building, the second floor is an open balcony, today due to special occasions, the palace maids and eunuchs did not bring, accompanied by a group of guards.

As soon as Tang Wang sat down, the monk who had just led the way walked quickly to the outside of the building and gestured to Zen Master Xuyun.

Zen Master Xuyun nodded and smiled slightly, then signaled a hunchbacked old monk beside him to board the cloud platform, and the eyes of the surrounding were attracted by this old monk, and the surroundings became quiet.

Seeing that the people around him were stable, the corners of the old monk's mouth gradually pulled up a smile, and his eyebrows drooped a few times, looking like the old man fishing next door, which made people feel bad.

I saw him slowly speak: "The water and land puja begins, and the soul of the dead begins to be exceeded, please invite the Xuyun Zen Master of the Shenghua Temple, the Master of the Tianming Temple, and the abbot of the Kongo Temple to come to the stage to preach the Dharma!"

The sound was not loud, but the strange thing was that it could be heard clearly no matter near and far, and the people on the periphery were a little shocked, and they all sat on the ground and looked at the high platform.

"This old monk is so weird, can you understand why?" Tang Wang sat on the middle chair and asked the strong black man next to him.

Cheng Biting Jin Yun raised his eyesight, stared at it carefully for a while, and then scratched his head and said ashamedly: "Back to Your Majesty, Weichen doesn't know!"

After speaking, his face turned even darker, but fortunately, Qin Shubao relieved him, "This old monk should have practiced closed-mouth meditation for decades, and today he broke the gong, so there is this miracle." ”

Tang Wang nodded after hearing this, his eyes flickered, and he continued to look at the high platform.

The three eminent monks sat on the stage, each chose a Buddhist scripture, and began to preach, while the people below listened silently, and when they heard the wonderful points, they followed and recited in a low voice.

The stage is loud Dharma, the audience is buzzing and reading, the competition between the three is who reads the most Buddhist scriptures in the audience, and after a quarter of an hour, there is a result, the winner stays, and the other two PTZs will be replaced by representatives of other temples.

Xuanzang's feeling is like entering a concert in his previous life, surrounded by people reciting Buddhist scriptures, driven by this atmosphere, his Buddha heart also trembled, it seems that some things are physical memories, as if he is a singer who hears the prelude, and can't help but follow the recitation and interpretation.

A quarter of an hour......

Two quarters of an hour......

Three quarters of an hour......

......

Soon it was noon, and everyone had their meal.

In the past, the water and land conferences lasted for two hours at a time, but this time, due to the participation of other lay people, the festival that lasted dozens of days had to be compressed to three days, so the time for the Buddha discussion was naturally shortened.

On the morning of the second day, it was the turn of the representative of Jinshan Temple to go to Yuntai to preach.

To be honest, Xuanzang was a little apprehensive before, but after a day and a half of atmosphere, he felt that something was stuffy in his heart and he didn't vomit unpleasantly.

This situation is like a certain Maiba in KTV, who has finally waited for his own song.

Climbing up the stairs step by step, at this time the Xuyun Zen Master was still the champion, and all the monks in the audience looked at the Xuyun Zen Master on the stage with admiration.

For no other reason, this Xuyun Zen Master held the last water and land puja to the end, and became the keynote speaker of the final discussion on Buddhahood.

The other person who came to the stage was Master Juewang of Fahua Temple, and the three of them sat on three high platforms, and Master Xuyun smiled and saluted the other two.

"Amitabha, two masters, please!"

Xuanzang and Master Juewu also smiled and saluted: "Amitabha, please!"

After speaking, the three of them spoke at the same time, and the classic Buddha teachings came out of their mouths.

I don't know if there is any amplification formation on this high platform, or other reasons, Xuanzang spoke at a normal volume, and everyone in the entire festival could hear it clearly.

At a glance, the mysterious patterns at the four corners of the cloud platform and the inlaid crystal stones suddenly became clear, regardless of other concentrations on preaching Buddha.

"When I heard this, at one time the Buddha was in the city of the king's house, in the mountains of Jajorida, and there were 12,000 great bhikshus, all of whom were great arhats, and all of them were knowledgeable, and their names were called: Mahakalya, Mahaanaruta, all of them were the same. And with the immeasurable Bodhisattva Mahasattva, everything is dwelling and not retreating, and the immeasurable merits are solemn, and its name is called: the Bodhisattva of Wonderful Auspiciousness, the Bodhisattva of Incompetence, the Bodhisattva of Constant Diligence, the Bodhisattva of No Rest, and so on and so on and the great Bodhisattvas are the head. There is a reincarnation of the cause of the Buddha, and the Lord of the Ninja Realm ......"

Xuanzang talked and spoke, and gradually entered a state of self-forgetfulness, since he was a child, he was exposed to Buddhist scriptures, even if he was very resistant to being a monk, but the essence of these Buddhist scriptures was thorough.

Tang Wang looked at the handsome little monk on the cloud platform, and couldn't help but be interested, the people who came to the stage to talk about the Buddha before were all seventy or eighty old monks, and suddenly a young monk with red lips and white teeth came up, and he couldn't help but feel moved.

Could it be that this is the person I'm looking for?

The monk who summoned him to accompany him asked, "Who is the young monk on that stage?"