"Abbot, there is still a scripture in the little monk's meditation room that has not been copied, and the little monk retired first. ”

Xuanzang hurriedly spoke.

Isn't it just the reason for asking for leave, Xuanzang said that he is really familiar with this.

When I was a student, I often asked my teacher for leave, and I took turns to show true and false for various reasons, and after graduation, I became an author of China Literature.

That—

That's an unfortunate group.

All kinds of reasons for asking for leave are flying all over the sky, broken legs and hands, relatives and friends are unfortunate, and the author insists on being on the front line of the code word is pediatrics.

There are some reasons for asking for leave, even if Xuanzang sees it, he is ashamed of himself.

For example, Xuanzang has seen a major health care author interrupt the update for fifteen days, and then break the update indefinitely.

There is no reason to ask for leave, but everyone has already made up for it automatically.

I have also seen the big guy who has to keep going out to help women in order to make a living.

......

Amitabha, I have to say.

Cowhide!

"If there is a Buddha in my heart, even if the scriptures are not copied, the Buddha will not blame him, stay!"

He refused mercilessly, and his eyes under his thick and thick eyebrows swept around as if he were looking at a class enemy.

Suddenly, many monks who were originally about to move quieted down again one by one.

"I've only been away from the monastery for less than a month, why has the whole monastery become so scattered. Yuantong said extremely dissatisfied, and without waiting for others to speak, Yuantong continued to speak.

"My Pure Land Temple is a quiet place for Buddhism, and the Buddha was ...... back then"

Looking at Yuantong on the stage who has entered the state.

Xuanzang silently stood up straight and closed his eyes.

Ma Dan, the poor monk went out for a day or two to run can still let the poor monk have a good rest, at this time the Yuantong on the stage has already said the allusion of the Buddha cutting meat to feed the eagle, if you calculate the time.

You should be able to finish it before dawn.

.......

Xuanzang Zen room.

Lan Demon lay on the table and took a nap, and the next moment the whole person became sober.

His eyes were still a little foggy, and his hair was a little messy.

It's three watches.

Why haven't you come back yet?

Lan Demon got up and cleaned up the room again, and added some lamp oil by the way, so that the room that had become a little messy was tidy again.

I want to put on a seductive pose again.

But I suddenly found that I couldn't find that feeling anymore.

Lan Demon sat on Xuanzang's bed with a pout, and his eyes were lost for a moment.

When did you start to become conscious?

Is it the little monk who recites Buddhist scriptures in front of him every day, or is it some kind of will in the dark.

I'm the Lan Demon.

But who is the Lan Demon?

Again, this is a very serious issue.

Who am I?

Where am I from?

Where do I go?

What is the meaning of my life?

Is there a necessary connection between me and the universe?

Is there an end to the universe?

Is there a length of time?

Where does the past time disappear from?

Where does the time of the future stop?

Lan Demon's thinking began to diverge, so do I like the little monk brother or do I like 'me'?

Daxiong Treasure Hall!

"Amitabha, wake me up!"

As Hong Zhong Dalu's voice sounded, suddenly a group of monks were excited, and there were even bursts of yawning.

"Amitabha, as a monk, all of them have no spirit and spirit, what kind of body has they become!" said Yuantong with some hatred for iron and steel.

"It was because of the hardships that the Buddha endured that he finally became the master of a sect, how can you go to the Western Elysium?"

"Look at Xuanzang, think about yourself, but think about the gap between you!"

As the circle fell, some of the monks lowered their heads in shame.

Uncle Yuantong's preaching has always been regarded as the most terrifying punishment by the entire temple, even the abbot and Shentong are also suffering, but what I didn't expect is such a boring preaching.

Senior Brother Xuanzang can listen to it willingly.

You see, Senior Brother Xuanzang stands so upright, he is worthy of being a legendary person who has the resources to become a Buddha.

"Amitabha, Xuanzang, you are in the temple, do you have anything to suggest to the abbot?" said Yuantong with admiration on his face.

To be honest, YTO was still a little moved.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the successor of his own words and deeds, even if it is just the most ordinary story of the Buddha's enlightenment, he can listen to it with relish, and he must have some extraordinary insights.

But he still has his eyes closed, is he still feeling?

"Xuanzang!"

The voice increased slightly, and Xuanzang finally opened his eyes slowly.

There was confusion in his eyes.

This feeling -

It's like when I was in school, the head teacher suddenly woke me up from my sleep.

But now Xuanzang is not afraid at all.

Under the teaching of YTO for more than 20 years, standing up and sleeping or something is just pediatrics.

The corners of the mouth bend slightly in a small arc.

"Amitabha, I understand!"

As the words of the debate machine fell, the entire hall suddenly resounded with bursts of voices.

Xuanzang ......

Who am I?

Where am I?

What do you know?

The poor monk was a little confused.

Yuantong nodded in satisfaction.

You can teach!

Although I don't know what they have realized, I have undoubtedly taken a meaningful lesson, and as long as it is meaningful, then I am very satisfied.

"Amitabha, the abbot's brother, during the travel of the poor monk, I found that there is a dilapidated temple outside Chang'an City, which is occupied by demons and ghosts, how can I, as the head of Zen Buddhism in the world, let the demons and ghosts blaspheme my Buddha!"

As he spoke, a somewhat dull little monk walked in outside the door.

Xuanzang saw it at a glance.

This monk is definitely not a monk of Jodoji Temple.

The eyes are too simple, like a little white rabbit, and it is impossible for a monk from the Pure Land Temple to be like this.

In short, it's that this monk's rank is too low, and the monks of Pure Land Temple are not like this.

"Amitabha, the little monk Shifang family teacher Baiyun, the little monk followed the master to send the Golden Buddha to the Pure Land Temple, but on the way to stay in the temple encountered a demon, the master was captured, and the little monk escaped by the blessing of the Golden Buddha.

I also ask the masters to help the little monk rescue the master, and the ten parties are grateful!"

Looking at Shifang who was kneeling on the ground and crying, Xuanzang finally woke up completely.

It turned out that I was here to ask for help, but the name Shifang is a little familiar, so I seem to have heard of it somewhere.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with you anyway.

Xuanzang felt that he was now very comfortable in the Pure Land Temple.

The old monk of Wutai Mountain can kill the monsters who lie down, and it is impossible for me to deliver food to my door. ”

Immediately, Xuanzang felt a sigh in his heart.

Mom sells batches, if Yuantong wants to get that monster, it doesn't seem like there is any need to go up the mountain at all, and an ominous premonition rises in my heart.

"Amitabha, it is my Buddhist duty to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and the task of Xuanzang to rescue Master Baiyun will be handed over to you. ”

The next moment, the old monk said with a smile.

Xuanzang ......

Does this Nima have a grudge against the poor monk, or did the monster order the Tang monk meat package, don't you have a big bald conscience?

"Ding, the serial quest is triggered, please refuse. ”

Xuanzang looked at Shifang with tears in his eyes, as well as the three old monks who sat firmly on the Diaoyutai platform, for the reward of the system.

Fight!

"Oops!"

The next moment, Xuanzang's whole person fell to the ground.