There are a lot of monks in Famen Temple, but they have their own duties, and Xuanzang is full of praise when they see the fish dusk drum and Fanbei Zen class.

Ren Qinglian said strangely: "There seem to be very few warrior monks in the temple?"

Master Kongwen is strong in martial arts, even if this Famen Temple is not as good as Shaolin Temple, it shouldn't be less than half a monk.

The monk guarding the door smiled and said, "The donor doesn't know, the senior brothers who practice martial arts are all in the Luohan Hall in the side courtyard!"

As he was talking, the abbot, Master Xuanzheng, had already hurried over here with a few warrior monks.

"Master!" "Uncle!" ......

Xuan Zheng and the others stepped forward to help the empty master who was carrying the horse down, and after some inspection, his face was extremely ugly.

"I've seen Master Xuanzang!" Xuanzheng turned around and made a Buddhist salute towards Xuanzang, and nodded to Ren Qinglian and the others.

"I've seen the abbot. Xuanzang returned the salute with both palms.

"I heard that it was Master Xuanzang who saved the family teacher?" asked Xuanzheng.

"It was the two retinues of the poor monk who saved Master Kongwen, but the situation is a little not optimistic. ”

As soon as Xuanzang finished speaking, Kongwen let out a soft groan, and he had opened his eyes slowly.

He was too seriously injured, and he kept his breath closed to protect his heart along the way, and as those few warrior monks continued to inject true qi into his body, he regained his consciousness again.

"Master, what kind of person is it, who is so vicious!"

Xuan Zheng's face was angry, and the warrior monks were already weeping with tears in their eyes, and they couldn't cry.

"Monks shouldn't be angry!" said Kongwen, and added: "The old man came back with this breath, not to listen to your crying!"

These warrior monks are extremely senior in the temple, and they are all masters who have been trained by the empty news back then, and when they heard the words of the old man, although they became more and more sad, they also put away their children.

"Uncle Shi, who is it that can hurt you like this. One of the warrior monks asked.

"It's the poison demon. ”

"How could it be him?" all the monks looked incredible, back then, it was rumored that the poisonous demon was killed, and it became a good story in the rivers and lakes, but this demon didn't die!

Ren Qinglian and the others were also curious, on the way here, he had already heard Zhong Jie'an talk about this old enmity.

Kong Wen didn't sell Guan Zi this time, and said the words of the poisonous demon one by one.

"Providence, providence!" Xuan Zheng said with a sigh on his face.

Kong Wen looked compassionate: "The old man came back with this breath, just to let you bring the news to a few elders in the martial arts, so that they can prepare early, lest this demon be too troubled!"

As he spoke, he explained how the poisonous demon would reappear in the rivers and lakes.

Ren Qinglian said in her heart: "Sure enough!" I don't know if I can find any clues with the other party's means, and whether it will implicate myself and others. Especially Murong Xuan, I hope that she has left Chang'an City now.

After explaining everything, he was already dying, and it didn't take long for him to pass away.

"Amitabha!" Xuanzang and the others shouted the Buddha's name, and the warrior monks all cried loudly.

Ren Qinglian bowed down and walked out of the lobby with a heavy heart.

The shadow of the sun slanted to the west, stretching his shadow long.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of suona singing.

The doorkeeper who had led them in earlier had already hurried in.

"Oh no, no, Master, that Tubo national teacher is here again!"

As soon as the words fell, a noisy music came out, and soon they reached the gate of the inner courtyard.

Ren Qinglian followed the sound and saw two rows of more than 20 lamas coming to the courtyard with an open roof.

On the sedan chair, a young lama with big ears, skin as white as snow, wearing a big red robe, and barefoot is lying half-reclining.

"What a big show!" Ren Qinglian secretly sighed, but what surprised him even more was that this person was so young.

Zhong Jie'an didn't know when he had come behind Ren Qinglian, and seemed to see his doubts, and said disdainfully: "Evil Demon Outer Dao, these red-clothed monks in Tubo are said to be the reincarnated spirit children of the previous generation of high monks, and when they become adults, there will be the older generation of monks who will give them their skills, so they can have the power of a grandmaster at a young age, but the real strength is just stronger than ordinary first-class martial artists!"

Xuan Zheng and the others all had gloomy faces, and the respected teacher had just passed away, so the monk came to the door and played gongs and drums all the way, which was simply a provocation.

"This is the monk of the Tubo Kingdom?" Xuanzang saw the monk for the first time, and his face was curious.

"Yes, in the battle of Songzhou last year, their Zampu retreated to apologize, and they couldn't defeat my Datang on the battlefield, so they sent these monks to my Datang, saying that it was to exchange Buddhism, but in fact, they just wanted to get some face back on it!"

In the twelfth year of Zhenguan, Tubo defeated Tuyuhun, Dangxiang and Bailan Zhuqiang in one fell swoop, and took advantage of the victory to invade the Tang Dynasty, but was defeated by the Tang army. Although the Tang Dynasty is in an advantageous position, Xue Yantuo of Mobei is dominant, winning 200,000 troops, so he can only push the boat down the river, ease the relationship between the Tang Dynasty and Tubo, and strengthen the cultural exchanges between them. These monks are part of it.

Xuan Zheng said hatefully, in fact, he didn't say it yet, the previous few times he talked about the scriptures, he was defeated by this young Fanbang national teacher, so that every time this monk came to the door, it was a torment for him, and he originally wanted to wait for the master to come back to make this monk look good, but he didn't expect it......

Suddenly, his eyes lit up again and he remembered Xuanzang. Although this person is young, he is already a famous archmage in Chang'an, and he can be sent by Emperor Taizong to the west to learn scriptures, and his Buddhist attainments must be higher than his own!

"The family teacher has just passed away, and the poor monk really doesn't have the heart to talk about the Dharma with this monk, so it's better for Xuanzang's younger brother to discuss the Dharma with him on behalf of the old monk!" Xuanzheng said with an impassive expression.

Xuanzang was stunned for a moment, there is nothing wrong with the other party calling him "junior brother", after all, everyone belongs to the monks of the Xuanzi generation. But isn't that a bit of a hubbuoy, although he would love to see how the Dharma of Fanbang is different.

Ren Qinglian looked at Xuanzheng's expression in her eyes, and thought of the demeanor of the door-guarding monk when he ran in, so she whispered to Zhong Jie'an: "This old monk is afraid that he won't be able to argue with others, so he let Master Xuanzang come out!"

Xuanzheng's own martial arts cultivation is also extremely high, although Ren Qinglian's voice was soft, he still heard some of it, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, at this moment, Xuanzang had already nodded and accepted the matter.

The Tubo national teacher also noticed Xuanzang at this time, his eyes lit up, he stepped off the sedan chair barefoot, and said in Chinese:

"The little monk's eyes are very raw, I don't know what to call the master?"

Xuanzang saw that he was talking elegantly, secretly surprised, and said with a smile: "Poor monk Xuanzang ......"

When the Tubo national teacher heard this, he couldn't help but cry out and said:

"You are the archmage who is going to the West Heaven to learn scriptures......"

As he spoke, his expression suddenly froze, and he said: "The Central Plains Buddhists have the so-called 'Tian'er Tong', 'Tianyan Tong' and other six magical powers, and we in Tibet also have similar magical powers. ”

Ren Qinglian sneered in her heart, if it weren't for the delay along the way without a trace, the three of them would have collapsed Famen Temple as early as yesterday, and Xuanzang would not have met this monk at this moment.

Xuanzang listened to the words of the national teacher but said with a smile: "The poor monk has made a great vow that if he does not take the true scriptures, he will fall into hell forever." What's more, there are these two masters to protect ...... along the way."

The Tubo National Master couldn't help but sneer, and pointed at Ren Qinglian and the others: "Please forgive the little monk for being blunt, these two entourages of the master have their eyebrows already black, and it is difficult to protect themselves, I am afraid that they will not be able to protect the archmage ......"

Zhong Jie'an was furious when he heard this: "I heard that the national teachers of the Tibetan dynasties are the first masters of Tibet, and the Sprinkle family wants to see it!"

After speaking, he had already slashed out with a palm and slashed towards the monk's eyebrows.

Xuanzang was taken aback and said hurriedly: "Don't hurt people's lives. ”

Ren Qinglian said with a smile: "Master rest assured, I'm afraid that Master Zhong is really not the opponent of this monk!"

Xuanzang will be skeptical, after all, in his opinion, martial artists are the older they are, the more powerful they are.

The monk didn't want Zhong Jie'an to do it without saying a word, but he was only slightly stunned, "Hey!", he took a half step back at his feet, flicked his left sleeve, and greeted him.