East of the city, Yanguan Road.

There were few pedestrians, and most of the officers and soldiers came and went. Once prosperous, this time it is clear.

On both sides of the official road, there are only a few teahouses and wine shops that are open for operation, but there are still some customers, but these guest officials are very different from usual. The main thing is that there is still less talk and laughter, most of them are leading servants, or there are blades by their side, and there are some thieves or arrogant people. It's deserted, and it feels like something big is going to happen, which is very unnatural. Fortunately, these people are just sitting quietly in the wine shop and teahouse drinking tea and eating food, and they don't have much intersection with each other. Therefore, the shopkeepers who were sitting at the front desk slowly settled down and did not explore further.

Here along the road straight to half a mile, for the end of the Yanguan official road.

There are several trails at the end of the road, which are connected to a mountain range that stretches for more than ten miles. The mountain is not steep or beautiful, but there are many people in the city who gather here on weekdays, and it can be regarded as one of the few lively places in the East City. Just because, there is a Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain.

The name of this temple is "Huasheng Temple".

The temple is not a temple of the Big Buddha, covering an area of about dozens of acres, and is built around the middle of the mountain. There are 36 guest houses and 18 courtyards for fasting on weekdays. There are nine small temples inside, worship the Buddha statues of the heavens, and there is a nine-story temple tower in the center, respecting the Bodhisattva Buddha. Strictly speaking, it is larger than the ordinary small temple, but much smaller than the famous Taoist temple in Yueyang City. But it is such a small temple that everyone in Yueyang City knows about it. Just because, there is a half-old monk living in the temple, called "Sanzang".

The breeze is dewy, and the grass is green.

Colorful butterflies fly, birds cry softly.

Green buds moisten the soil in the morning, passing through the Zen White Horse Ancient Temple.

In the quiet mountains, the fragrance of smoke wafts. From time to time, the murmuring of scriptures can be heard from the temple halls, and the murmuring water flows from the stream next to the temple into the fields, nourishing this fertile land. Several old farmers rode the morning sun, whipped the branches and vines, drove the cattle back and forth, and trampled the yellow mud in the fields. The day of spring ploughing is coming, all things are born, all souls are returning to the truth, and the food and clothing of the people this year depends on the recent efforts of these old farmers.

"Chirp..."

"Senior brother, hurry up. ”

"Chirp..."

The footsteps approached, slightly hasty, inadvertently disturbing a few honey-collecting bees, hurriedly flapping their wings and flying away.

Looking sideways, on the official road, two monks were walking head-on from the fields. One is tall and one is short, one is fat and one is thin, and the contrast is not stark. The tall and fat man has a fat head and big ears, eighteen or seventeen years old, and a smile on his face, which is the proud appearance of the spring breeze. The short and thin man is eleven or twelve years old, and his body resembles a wood monkey but he has the god of a spirit monkey, but the expression on his face is still immature and wooden.

They walked along the field and hurried to the gate of the Avatar Temple...

The gate of the temple is open, and the gate is enshrined on the left and right with the golden body of the two generals of Humm, with open eyes and nose, holding weapons, and its demeanor is mighty, and the eyes are fierce and hideous. Beyond the gate, you can see the main hall and the statues of the Bodhisattvas enshrined in the main hall from a distance. In front of the statue, dozens of monks are sitting neatly, reciting the morning scriptures with their hands folded, and the first of the Buddha hall is a half-old monk who leads the recitation.

"Master, master, good news, good news. ”

"Chirp..."

Before people approached, the shouting and croaking came first.

The murmuring chanting in the hall was suddenly interrupted, and the monks opened their eyes and looked back outside the hall. I saw that the two monks on the field had already walked into the temple at this time and came to the door of the main hall. They did not rush into the temple, but stopped outside the temple gate, clasped their hands together, and bowed to the half-old monk under the golden statue of Rulai.

After the salute, the tall and fat monk flicked his sleeves exaggeratedly, glared at him and said quickly: "Master, it's a good thing! Senior brother and I went to the Seven Star Courtyard to pick up the calamity star as you ordered. Who knows, as soon as we arrived at the Seven Star Courtyard, we were stopped by the doorkeeper, and it was said that Xia Xun, Xiahou, and Mo Xian had entered Beicheng last night and had not returned..."As he spoke, the fat monk secretly glanced at the old monk under the golden statue of Rulai, and saw that the old monk's expression did not change much, so he mustered up some courage, and then said: "Master, this is my Buddha's blessing." Listen to me, while the entire northern city is now blocked by officers and soldiers, people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out, so we have a reason to leave those calamity stars on this trip to Beijing. As I say, now let's pack up our salutes and head north. Otherwise, when the North City is unsealed, those few guys will be entangled again, and they will definitely be able to cause some catastrophe at that time. ”

As he spoke, the fat monk pulled the corner of the little monk's clothes beside him and gave him a look: "Senior brother, do you say that's the truth?"

The little monk raised his head, looked at the fat monk in a daze, and said, "Bajie, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Huh!"

The fat monk also lost his temper.

However, he called this little monk a senior brother, and his rank was there, and if people wanted to reprimand him, what could he do? In desperation, he folded his hands again, looked at the old monk under the golden statue of Rulai very impatiently, muttered a few words, and waited for a response.

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, and he first calmly glanced at the monk who was sitting at the head of the hall. The monk immediately understood, stood up, turned to face the rest of the monks and said, "Amitabha, come here for today's morning class, let's prepare for breakfast." ”

"Amitabha. ”

All the monks in the hall chanted in unison, and then they got up one after another, and followed the monk who sat in the first place from the ear chamber on the side of the main hall.

When the monks are gone, the huge Buddha hall looks empty. There is little sandalwood smoke, the wick is fluorescent, and it is like a world of its own, and the kind and * golden statue of Rulai is the order in this world, everything is nothing, but everything is there. The old monk only looked at the two monks outside the door at this time, but only glanced at it, and after one glance, he stood up and walked out of the hall slowly to meet the two monks.

"Hey, big brother..."

Seeing the old monk passing by, the fat monk outside the door didn't understand the reason, so he pulled the corner of the little monk's clothes beside him, shrunk his neck and whispered, "What does our master mean by this?"

The little monk turned around and slowly followed behind the old monk, and at the same time said in a daze: "Bajie, go and prepare the horse, we are going on the road." ”

"Oh, that's a good feeling. ”

When the fat monk heard this, he was immediately overjoyed: "I'll just say, our master is a sensible person, but he finally listened to my persuasion! Amitabha, it's really the blessing of the Buddha!"

However, before the fat monk could get happy, the little monk who had already followed the old monk out of the distance turned around and poured a scoop of "cold water" on his face.

"You need to go to Beijing to go to Beicheng, and we can pick up people by the way. ”

“......”

(This chapter is a later supplement, as the plot needs to be only two thousand words.) After all, Sanzang's appearance still needs some introduction, and it seems more abrupt to skip it and look back. ）