After inquiring about the treasures on this female thief, Lin Mu excused himself to visit the great Confucian in the city first. If I really walked with this group of Taoists, wouldn't I have to return the things I had stolen back to them? This female thief is right, why should I return the things I have stolen back to others based on my ability?

After another day of walking, Lin Mu and the little maid finally entered this Chengde Town, and they were inevitably a little tired after running around for days. At this time, Lin Mu could already feel that the sting was in this city, eating and drinking, and it was only right to get back the treasures that belonged to him and would belong to him.

Poetry "Purple plug double cliff out, Dan ladder 100 feet hanging." The grass is fragrant and covers the road, and the trees are old and smoky. The land is patrolled at the right time, and the mountain is partial when the pass is partial. What year to stay in the stone room, stationed at the top of the horse lookout layer. ”

The Huangya Temple of Wanta mentioned in the poem is very famous inside and outside the Guan, and the pilgrims gather, and the incense is endless.

At night, a woman with a braided face covered by a mask and a scroll behind her came to the Yellow Cliff Temple in Vanta, muttering to herself: "I didn't respect the ancestors and didn't believe in the Buddha before. Now that I have entered the way of calligraphy and painting, I have some awe of the Taoist supernatural powers. It's just that I still don't believe in Buddhism and don't understand Buddhism. Vanta Huangya Temple, today's evil guest came to the door. ”

The abbot of Huangya Temple in Vanta has been in the year of knowing the destiny of heaven, but he has practiced Buddhism for many years, coupled with his kind face and kind eyes, he does not show his old age, and he has the posture of a monk. The abbot wore a red monk's robe and meditated in the meditation room, but his heart seemed to be disturbed and he could not calm down. The abbot took out a letter from the bed, "The old man has been converted to Buddhism for a long time, but now he can't even ask for peace of mind, do you still want to step into this disturbing world of red dust?"

The little monk who knocked on the door outside the meditation room woke up the sleeping abbot. Opening the door, the little monk folded his hands and gave a salute first, "The head abbot, there are four masters and apprentices outside the mountain gate who have come to stay." ”

"Since you are a disciple of my Buddhism, you can guide him to the meditation room to rest, so why do you need to tell me. ”

"The abbot doesn't know, there are four masters and apprentices, the master calls himself Master Sanzang, and the eldest apprentice is a hairy-faced and thunderous walker. The second apprentice has a black face and short hair, a long beak and big ears. The three apprentices carried a pair of water-mill Zen sticks on their shoulders, carried luggage, were tall, and their murderous aura was exposed. Such a wicked guest, the little monk did not dare to make a decision on his own, so he came to ask the abbot for advice. ”

The abbot clasped his hands together, and his words did not show anger, but there was an unquestionable meaning. "Amitabha, how can you judge people by their appearance, those who are profound in Buddhism, there are also people with ugly faces, take refuge in Buddhism, you must know that the skin and appearance are all false, and the Buddha nature in the heart is the foundation. Lead me quickly. ”

"The little monk is taught, and the abbot comes with me. ”

With the little monk to the mountain gate of the Huangya Temple in Wanta, he knew that the little monk was not lying, and the four masters and apprentices except the master, and the remaining three were not good. But after practicing Buddhism for many years, the abbot does not mean to judge people by their appearance. Walking up to the Master, he clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, dare to ask what the junior brother is called, where he comes from, and where he wants to go?"

"The poor monk Dharma number Sanzang, from the east soil, went to the west to worship the Buddha and ask for scriptures, passed by the treasure temple, stayed overnight, and left tomorrow. Seeing the abbot behind him, the little monk looked at his three apprentices. The Master explained: "Although the three apprentices of the poor monk are rude in appearance, they have all escaped into the empty door and are dedicated to goodness, so you don't need to worry. ”

"It's rude, junior Haihan, so I will arrange a place for my junior brother. ”

"Thank you, brother, I don't know what to call brother?"

"The poor monk is called Zen, and the junior brother comes with me. After speaking, Master Lizen turned around and led the four masters and apprentices to the temple, Master Sanzang walked in front, followed by the walker carrying the iron rod, the second senior brother with the fat head and big ears holding the white horse, and the third junior brother carrying the luggage. A group of people walked by, and the pilgrims and monks in the temple were all talking, as if they were surprised by the strange lineup of this group.

After settling the crowd, the master returned to the meditation room, and after a while he heard the monks talking outside. "Senior brother, among the people who came to the temple to spend the night today, the fat-headed and big-eared second senior brother ate a bucket of fasting rice, like a gluttonous spirit. I don't know how Master Sanzang supports his disciples on weekdays. ”

"Not only that, but when this idiot saw the beautiful female benefactor, he couldn't take his eyes off it, and his face was obsessed, and such a rude behavior was definitely not done by the monks. ”

"There is also the monk with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth, but the junior brother who delivered the meal looked at him twice, so he grabbed the iron rod and wanted to beat him, but fortunately he was stopped by Master Sanzang. Master Sanzang is supposed to be a profound person in Buddhism, how can he accept so many unconscious disciples?"

The monks outside the room gradually drifted away, and the voice disappeared with the wind, and the Lizen master smiled, what a strange combination, but I hope you can get back the true scriptures as you wish, and purify all sentient beings. As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt a strong wind hitting his head, flashed sideways, and the iron rod hit the air. Opening his eyes, Master Sanzang meditated on the ground, and his three disciples surrounded him with blades in hand.

"What does Master Sanzang mean by this?"

"In order to ask the Lizen master for something, I wonder if the master can cut his love?"

"I don't know what it is, but Master Sanzang is like this?"

Master Sanzang said lightly: "Being in a chess game, you can't help yourself, and Master Lizen should be able to understand the difficulties of poor monks." ”

The abbot of Lizen still had a compassionate face, and shook his head, "You and I are both in the chess game, how can we talk about who can fulfill whom." ”

With a wave of his hand, Master Sanzang attacked the master at the same time with an iron rod, a nail rake, and a water grinding staff. The master shouted the Buddha's horn lightly, held the golden vajra in his hand, and the sound of three gold and iron strikes, and the three of them were repelled by the Lizen master one by one.

The standing meditation master held the vajra in his hand, his face was sad, and he recited softly: "The Buddha's words are cloudy, stop greed." The second senior brother with a black face and a pig face disappeared.

"The Buddha's words have clouds, abstain from hatred. The hairy-faced and thunder-mouthed walker fell to the ground with his head in his hands, his face extremely painful.

"The Buddha has a cloud, don't be stupid. The third junior brother who held a water-mill Zen staff and wore a huge rosary around his neck turned into ashes.

The three Buddhist voices were cloudy, and the three disciples of Master Sanzang were all subdued. Master Sanzang still had a calm and breezy expression, and he didn't show any panic. The horse's hooves burst, the white horse rushed in from the front door, jumped over the Sanzang Master, the horse's hooves stepped straight into Zen, and the walker didn't know when to stand up, and the iron rod and the horse's hooves made a pinching momentum.

"The heart is all vain. The walker and the white horse dissipated into the air.

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. The Buddha nature is always pure, where there is dust! The heart is the Bodhi tree, which is the mirror platform. The mirror is pure, where it is stained with dust. Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. Bodhi only seeks from the heart, why does he seek the mystery from the outside? I heard that according to this practice, the West is only at the present!" Master Sanzang also turned into dust and dissipated into the air.