The sky is slightly dark, the sound of the rooster can be heard in the distance, and at the gate of Chang'an City, several city guards have taken the huge latch on the city gate.

With a heavy "squeak" sound, the huge city gate was slowly opened, and many people who were waiting at the city gate saw the city gate open and entered and exited one after another.

Ding Ding Dong!

It's just that at this time, suddenly bursts of clear bells and drums sounded, and vaguely you can still hear the Sanskrit sound and Buddhism, from far and near.

The guards at the gate of the city and the people came by prestige.

In the early morning on the streets of Chang'an City, a group of monks are coming over, setting up the guard of honor, there are dozens of people, these monks are holding magic weapons in their hands, and their mouths are singing Zen Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, so that all the people who hear it have a sense of peace of mind.

And in the middle of this guard of honor, there is a luxury sedan chair carried by sixteen people, giving people the feeling of a small house approaching, as this guard of honor walks, on both sides of the road are spontaneously kneeling down to worship.

"Is that the Buddha of the Longhai Holy Monk?", looking at the team coming over, several guards at the city gate, their hearts tightened, and they hurriedly asked the people next to them to retreat and make their debut, and then, all kneeling on both sides of the road, greeted the Buddha frame of the Longhai Holy Monk.

The Buddha chariot was carried by sixteen monks with bare heads and strong physiques, and looking at the bronzed skin of these monks and the steady steps of these monks, they knew that their cultivation was not low.

The guard, who was kneeling on the ground, secretly raised his head and glanced at it as the Buddha passed.

In the midst of the Buddha sat a young monk, with a bright red robe draped over his body and a luxurious monk crown on his head, giving people a feeling of extreme dignity.

"Huh, isn't it the holy monk of Longhai, who is that young monk?", looking at the Buddha chariot slowly moving away, the guard was secretly surprised in his heart.

What kind of young man can actually sit on the Buddha chariot of the holy monk of Longhai and travel? Even Dao Ji, a disciple of the same Nine Dao Incense Scars, can't he?

"Wait, if the rumored Dao Ji who also has nine incense scars can't do it, then, sitting on the Buddha's chariot should be the legendary Master Xuanzang with twelve incense scars?"

Realizing the identity of the young monk on the Buddha's chariot, the guard was secretly shocked in his heart, but he didn't expect that by chance, he could actually see the true face of the legendary Master Xuanzang.

Sitting on the Buddha chariot of the holy monk of Longhai, looking at the people around him who were kneeling on the ground and kneeling to greet him, looking at the monks of the honor guard around him, and even the monk carrying the sedan chair, there were several incense scars on his head, which made Jiang Liu secretly sigh in his heart.

It's really a damn pomp, this evil class gap, makes people feel that vanity has been greatly satisfied.

Sitting on the huge Buddha chariot, there are people carrying along the way, blowing and blowing, and going to Jinshan Temple, and the shabby monk's clothes when the river comes, it is completely different.

The honor guard of the holy monks of Longhai, these monks have cultivated in their bodies, and the journey of only about twenty miles is not far away.

At the third pole of the day, I looked at the sun in the sky and estimated that it should be around ten o'clock in the morning, and the group of people had already arrived at the foot of the Jinshan Temple.

As the honor guard went up the mountain, the pilgrims on both sides of the mountain road knelt down one after another, shouting the name of Master Xuanzang.

Sitting on the Buddha chariot and looking at the familiar mountain road, the mountain road that has always been inaccessible has become more lively than before, and you can see many pilgrims on the road.

Originally, there were a lot of weeds on the mountain road, but perhaps because there are more people coming and going these days, the road looks clearer, and there are no weeds.

In the Jinshan Temple, the old Fa Ming presided over and others, are receiving the pilgrims in the temple, some of the pilgrims who have been received after the reception, walking freely in the temple, among them, the dilapidated Zen room where the river lived before, let many pilgrims line up to visit.

Obviously a celebrity effect, these pilgrims want to see what Master Xuanzang, who has twelve incense scars, is like before the incense ceremony.

"Hmm, Xuanming, you go out to see, what's so noisy?", with the honor guard of the river, blowing and blowing up the mountain, you can even hear the shouts of many people, the old host of Fa Ming, who was entertaining pilgrims in the Buddhist hall, was slightly stunned, and then said to Xuan Ming beside him.

"Okay, Master", nodded, and Xuan Ming strode outside.

Soon, Xuan Ming hurriedly ran back.

"Master, it's Liu'er, no, it's Master Xuanzang who is here......", Xuanming's somewhat fat face, with a look of surprise and joy, said urgently.

Hearing that Master Xuanzang was coming, the pilgrims in the Buddhist hall walked out in surprise, and even Fa Ming stood up happily.

Putting aside the identity of the twelve incense scars, Jiang Liu grew up watching them, and once he became famous all over the world, he was left in the Big Buddha Temple, and everyone missed it very much.

Sitting on the Buddha's chariot, Jiang Liu soon came to the front of Jinshan Temple, looking at the temple that has changed a little, many places have been renovated and renovated, even the dilapidated plaque of Jinshan Temple has been replaced with a brand new one, Jiang Liu's heart is also a little happy.

"I've seen Master Xuanzang!", as the Buddha stopped at the gate of Jinshan Temple, many pilgrims who heard the news and Wulala knelt down to the river, shouting in their mouths.

"Everyone, please get up", looking at these kneeling pilgrims, Jiang Liu said.

Coming from the modern society, there is no other idea of respect and humility in the modern society, and it will not kneel and bow at every turn, so although it is very satisfying to be vain by riding the Buddha's chariot to blow and blow, Jiang Liu is not used to others kneeling for themselves.

"The old monk Fa Ming, I have seen Master Xuanzang ......", after these pilgrims, the old host of Fa Ming also came to the gate of the mountain with the support of Xuanming and their senior brothers, and knelt down between words.

"Master, what are you doing here?", seeing that Fa Ming was about to kneel down for himself, Jiang Liu was startled, hurriedly jumped down from the Buddha's chariot, and supported the old host.

"Master Xuanzang, I, I can't be your master, I ......", looking at the river, Fa Ming was moved, but at the same time he was a little frightened.

"Xuan Hezang? Could it be that if there are a few scars on my head, I will be replaced by a different person? Master, you still call me Liu'er, as before, I am comfortable to listen to", helped Fa Ming and walked into the temple.

A few senior brothers next to him also hurriedly beckoned the honor guard monks from the Big Buddha Temple to go in and rest.

......

At the foot of Jinshan Temple, a young Taoist priest walked over slowly.

Look at this Taoist priest, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a cyan robe, a sword on his back, combing a bun, the breeze blowing, the robe is light, and his bearing is extraordinary.

"This Buddhist disciple, the world knows, in the future Buddhism is bound to flourish, Taoism decline, today, I will let him embarrass in front of the world, ......", the young Taoist priest, muttered in a low voice, his expression was firm, and he immediately strode up the mountain.