In addition to the rotating officials, all the officials of the Tang Dynasty ushered in a break for nearly 20 days.

Approaching the Spring Festival, the center of Datang Chang'an, the operation has finally slowed down.

The gloomy sky and snowflakes slowly falling, as if a layer of silver has been laid for Datang.

Crystal snowflakes, flying all over the sky, thousands of lights, curling smoke, quiet and peaceful!

In front of Zheng Guogong's mansion, a carriage was parked.

Wu Meiniang is wearing a white velvet coat today, with a plush white collar, her face is red, and her mouth exhales wisps of white air, a beautiful winter scene.

Wei Shuyu, as usual, was wearing a white shirt with a white cloak on the outside.

There was a coal stove burning in the carriage, and the snorkel protruded from the top of the carriage, burning wisps of smoke, and the whole interior of the carriage was spacious, clean, and hot.

Although he is a cultivator and is not afraid of the scorching heat and cold, Wei Shuyu wants to say: "Since winter is coming, enjoy it......"

Life is always like this.

The driver was a small servant in Zheng Guogong's mansion, and Wei Shuyu was sitting alone in the carriage with Wu Meiniang, and set off to Jinshan Temple today.

Li Chunfeng returned to Qianlong Temple first, and then rushed to Jinshan Temple on his own.

"Let's go to Chen's Mansion first and pick up Guangrui."

"Okay, Childe is sitting tight." The little guy raised his long whip and drove towards Chen's mansion.

Chen's house.

Chen Guangrui and Yin Wenjiao also packed up and were ready to go to Jinshan Temple, when the little girl at the door came to report.

"Master, the Lord Protector is here."

"Shuyu?"

Chen Guangrui took Yin Wenjiao to the front of the house.

"Guangrui, get in the car and go." Wei Shuyu smiled and invited Chen Guangrui to ride with him.

"Shuyu, isn't this very good? Later, my wife and I rented a carriage. Chen Guangrui was a little envious of Wei Shuyu's custom-made carriage, but it cost a lot of money!

"It's cold, don't bother, there's nothing wrong with it, you can talk along the way."

"Okay, thank you Shuyu!"

Chen Guangrui took Yin Wenjiao and got into Wei Shuyu's carriage, the interior space was spacious, and it would not be a problem to sit three or four more people.

The little guy chuckled and waved his long whip, drove the carriage, pressed through the shallow snow, and left Chang'an City and rushed to Jinshan Temple.

Wei Shuyu chatted with Chen Guangrui, and Wu Meiniang chatted with Yin Wenjiao, very harmonious.

"Shuyu, what are you doing in the Buddhist temple?"

Wei Shuyu smiled mysteriously and whispered in his ear: "Ask for a son!" ”

Chen Guangrui instantly understood when she heard it, Wei Shuyu had been married for five or six years, and he had no heirs.

"That's what to ask for."

"Shuyu, I don't mean anything else, I'm very familiar with their abbot Kongming, and I'll be one when the time comes." Chen Guangrui hurriedly added.

Wei Shuyu smiled, "Okay, it's decided." ”

Departing early in the morning, around noon, the carriage arrived outside the Jinshan Temple.

Wei Shuyu got out of the carriage and squeaked with the snow under his feet.

Wei Shuyu looked at Jinshan Temple, and faintly saw wisps of golden light rising from the temple, and there was a rushing breath in the golden light, which made Wei Shuyu feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's really a solemn treasure!"

Compared with the number of Buddhist temples, the Taoist temples are much less, which has a lot to do with the former dynasties.

At that time, it may have been the decline of Xuanmen, and Buddhism was vigorously marching into the Tang Dynasty, which is very appropriate to describe it in a poem.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

At that time, the livelihood of the human race was withering, there was no food, and the crisis was unprecedentedly serious, but Buddhist temples sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and they were built one by one with golden splendor.

This golden and splendid, this solemn treasure temple, I don't know how much human blood is contained......

"Daddy, Daddy, you're here."

As soon as Wei Shuyu got out of the carriage, he saw a five or six-year-old novice wearing a thick monk's robe in the distance, with his arms outstretched, and his face was full of joy, running towards him.

Xiao Shami hugged Chen Guangrui's thigh at once, his little eyes were pitiful, and there were countless hopes.

Chen Guangrui picked up the little novice in distress and doting, "Have you eaten well?" Have you learned from the master well? ”

"Well, I've eaten well, and I've learned from the master well, and the senior brothers have praised me." The little novice nodded vigorously.

"I just miss my father and mother a little bit."

Yin Wenjiao took Chen Jiangliu distressedly and held back the tears in her eyes.

Wei Shuyujing stood aside, looking at the little novice in Yin Wenjiao's arms, his appearance was cute and handsome, very similar to Chen Guangrui's demeanor, and he must be a beautiful man when he grows up... Forehead... Beautiful monk!

"This is... Chen Jiangliu, Tang Xuanzang! ”

Name: Chen Jiangliu, Tang Seng, Tang Xuanzang

Race: Terran (Hongmeng Xenomorph: Six-winged Golden Cicada)

Qualification: Little Chaos Demon God (Sealed)

Repair: None

Exercises: Hinayana Buddhism

Wei Shuyu looked at the information displayed by the system and was not surprised at all.

The mosquito people are also Hongmeng xenospecies, named: six-winged black mosquito!

One is a six-winged black mosquito, the other is a six-winged golden cicada, and they are both Hongmeng xenospecies, how can there be no connection between them?

Wei Shuyu learned from the deep inheritance of the bloodline of the mosquito Dao people that the six-winged black mosquito and the six-winged golden cicada are natural enemies, and they have been fighting for many years, so it can be said that they are familiar with each other anymore!

Wei Shuyu had also heard of the origin of the six-winged golden cicada.

According to legend, before the introduction of the unenlightened sanctification, he traveled through the chaos and wilderness, and accidentally encountered the stubborn six-winged golden cicada.

The six-winged golden cicada was extinguished, placed on the Bodhi tree, and edified by the supreme Dharma, I don't know how many years later, the six-winged golden cicada was finally reborn with spiritual wisdom!

This is the golden cicada, born close to Buddhism, the qualification is extremely high, the Buddhist attainments in Buddhism are second only to the Buddha, even Guanyin, Manjushri, and the Bodhisattvas of Puxian are not the opponents of the golden cicada in Buddhism!

"Golden cicada, six-winged golden cicada, hehe......" The corners of Wei Shuyu's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.

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Chen Guangrui also smiled and introduced to Chen Jiangliu: "Jiangliu, this is your Uncle Wei, Uncle Wei is very powerful, he is the champion of our Tang Dynasty, and he is the protector of the dynasty!" ”

"Hello Uncle Wei." Five or six-year-old Tang Seng, his little face is red from the cold, his voice is soft and glutinous, and he is very cute!

Wei Shuyu had a wisp of evil thoughts in his heart, and stretched out his hands to rub wildly on Chen Jiangliu's immature face, "Haha, cute, come and hug it!" ”

Wei Shuyu could even imagine the picture in the future, facing the four disciples of Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Monk, and Little White Dragon, Zhengse said: "Don't be big or small, your master calls me uncle, what should you call me?" That's how I rubbed his face when I was a kid! ”

Just thinking about it, Wei Shuyu felt more and more interesting.

"Don't call me uncle, show your old age, why don't you call me brother?" Wei Shuyu suggested.

Chen Guangrui's face quickly changed, "That's not good, you have to be respectful!" ”

Xiao Tang Seng may have been in a bad mood because Wei Shuyu was rubbing his face frantically just now, and said with a bitter face: "Uncle Wei! ”

As if playing a trick, Wei Shuyu took out a wooden pony from the cloth bag around his waist, a wooden wolf brush, and small objects such as wooden fish.

Xiao Tang Seng saw many small objects, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Brother Wei." ”

"Hey!"

Chen Guangrui hated that iron could not be made of steel and covered his head, "What, son, don't scream, it's a bad time." ”

"Haha, it's okay, let's go to the temple."

Wei Shuyu walked into the Jinshan Temple with the little Tang monk in his arms like this.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it was flying all over the sky, and it was white.

At this time, above the clouds, three Arhats and one Venerable took in the scene just now.

"This is my Buddha, will it be inappropriate for him to do this?"

"The decree that Guanyin Supreme gave us is to protect the safety of the golden cicada."

"That's his biological father, if he prevents the meeting, it may affect the growth of the golden cicada, and that Wei Shuyu is now the protector of the country, and there are human race officials who protect the body, so they can't be moved."

"The golden cicada is so young, and the Buddha nature it shows has made us ashamed, and when it reaches adulthood, it will definitely become an excellent Buddha!"