Sanzang said: "The disciple is a monk sent by the Tang Dynasty to the West Tianda Leiyin Temple to learn scriptures, and he wants to borrow a night in your temple when he sees that it is late, and he will leave at dawn tomorrow morning." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The leader said: "That is, the Tang Dynasty monk of the Eastern Soil, then please come in." The temple just happened to vacate the room. Sanzang said: "I hope to apologize to the head of the courtyard on behalf of the troublemaker." And he said, "Wukong, bring the horse over." ”

Wukong agreed, and the leading monk was afraid when he saw that Sun Wukong had a hairy face and Lei Gong's mouth was not human-like: "Holy monk, what kind of monster is that leading the horse? Why does it look so scary." Sanzang said: "Be quiet, this is the apprentice of the poor monk." The most taboo for others to talk about his appearance, if he annoys him, even a poor monk can't control him. ”

When the monk heard this, he closed his mouth and led Sanzang to the temple. Sanzang said: "But his skills are high, if it weren't for the support of the poor monk's apprentice." I'm afraid I won't be able to go far. The group walked and walked to the main hall of the temple. Sanzang looked up and saw the plaque of the main hall with four gilded characters on the Guanyin Zen Temple.

Wukong is right, this is really the temple of Guanyin Bodhisattva. And when he saw that the door of the main hall was locked, he knew that it was time for the evening service. Regretfully: "The poor monk repeatedly felt the holy grace of the Bodhisattva, but he did not have time to thank him. When you meet the Zen temple today, it is like seeing a bodhisattva, but unfortunately the time has passed. I have to meet again tomorrow. The leading monk said: "Since the holy monk wants to go to visit, just go." And I commanded the door of the temple to be opened. After speaking, the monk next to him took out the key and opened the door of the temple.

Wukong was dissatisfied with the Bodhisattva's imposition on him. Sanzang entered the main hall, and Wukong led the horses and luggage to another place. Sanzang kowtowed a few times to the Buddha statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. "Wukong, you go and knock down the bell for the teacher." No one responded for a long time, and Sanzang looked back. Goku wasn't around.

As soon as I thought about it, I knew the reason, and I couldn't help but sigh. The monkey seemed to let go, but he still resented the Bodhisattva in his heart. Goku settles the white horse and puts his luggage aside. Just as he was about to take a break, he heard Sanzang call him. I had to dare to go. I happened to see Sanzang coming out of the main hall, so he asked, "What did Master call me for?"

"I have no power to tie the chicken for the teacher, and I want you to knock down the bell on behalf of the teacher." "Wukong Dao;" the disciple obeyed. As soon as he came to the bell tower, he saw that he had not made any effort to hit the loud bell. In the earthquake, hundreds of birds flew in the mountains, and animals fled in all directions. The monks and elders in the temple heard the bell ringing and made their debut together: Who is the person who is here to hit the big bell, disturbing the neighbors and restless. ”

Sun Wukong said: "It was your grandfather Sun who hit him, what do you want?" The monks were frightened when they saw Sun Wukong's appearance. The straight road is that the youkai entered the temple. Sanzang couldn't see Sun Wukong messing around like this and said: "Wukong, Hugh is messing around." He turned to the monks and said, "Don't be afraid, although my apprentice has an ugly face, he is a good person. ”

The monks listened to Sanzang's words and relaxed. At this moment, a monk came running from the backyard and said, "The ancestor invited the senior monk from the Tang Dynasty to go to the room to have tea. Sanzang said: "Please lead the way." The monk led Sanzang and Sun Wukong through the main hall to the abbot's residence in the backyard. Sit down in the order of priority. The current head of the temple ordered someone to make tea.

The master of the institute asked Sanzang for some questions encountered in his practice, and Sanzang answered them one by one. After hearing this, the master of the courtyard praised that he was worthy of being a monk from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Soil. When Sanzang was explaining a Buddhist principle in the Lotus Sutra to the master, he saw two young monks walking slowly with an old monk who was about to die. The old monk wore a Pilu square hat inlaid with an opal, the brilliance of which was fascinating, and a collared brocade shirt with gold trim of jade fur. A pair of monk's shoes to collect eight treasures, a cane embedded with clouds and stars. His face was full of wrinkles, as if he had been devastated by countless years, and his eyes were dizzy, but he was like a dragon king of the East China Sea. The mouth is not closed, the wind is falling, and the waist is hunched and the dorsia is flexed.

The master of the courtyard and the monks in the temple hurriedly got up and said, "I've seen the master." The old monk waved his hand and motioned for the monks to sit down. Sanzang then got up and said, "Old courtyard master, disciple bows." The old monk returned the salute and asked everyone to sit down. Curiously asked: "Just now I heard the juniors in the temple say that there is a senior monk from the Tang Dynasty in the temple today, and I can't help but take a look at the joy in my heart." When I saw it today, I knew that Dongtu Datang was really an outstanding person. ”

Sanzang said: "Thank you for the praise of the old homeowner, I took the liberty to come to the treasure temple today, and I hope the old house owner will forgive me for the disturbance." The old courtyard master said: "The holy monk is here, so that our temple is full of brilliance, how dare you blame." He also asked: "The holy monk doesn't know how far the Eastern Tang Dynasty is from here?" Sanzang said: "There are more than 10,000 miles away from here." My master and apprentice walked for more than half a year to get here. ”

The old courtyard master said: "The holy monk is really my great virtue of Buddhism, and some of the poor monks and disciples have never been out of the mountain gate in their lives. Some are no more than fifty or sixty miles away. Sanzang said: "This road is not as beautiful as the old courtyard master thinks, and the poor monk is in danger. If it weren't for my high skills. I'm afraid I can't get here. The old courtyard master said: "The holy monk is really a blessing." ”

Sanzang said: "If you talk about blessings, the old master is blessed." The face of the owner of the old people's home is probably in his old age this year. The little monk next to him replied first: "I didn't expect the senior monks of the Tang Dynasty to be so ignorant, my ancestor is two hundred and seventy years old this year." The old courtyard master scolded: "Bold, don't apologize to the holy monk soon, how many times have I said to be humble." What the holy monk just said was that I was young. Not a spark of decency. ”

Wukong said on the side: "It's a bit of a brain, what is there to show off in your two hundreds." Sanzang scolded: "Wukong, Hugh is talking nonsense. The little monk couldn't look at it and said, "Then how old are you?" Sun Wukong replied: "If you want to talk about my grandson's age, I'm afraid it will scare you if I say it." "The old courtyard master is just a wild man who has no knowledge in the mountains, and in order to protect his master's reputation, he forced himself to say a crazy word.

waved his hand and asked the little monk to serve a few more cups of tea. After a while, the little monk carried a plate of mutton fat jade, on which were placed three teacups made of pure gold and inlaid with patterns, and a teapot made of white copper. Sanzang said straightly: "Good object! Good object! I have never seen such exquisite gold, silver and jade in Datang." When the old courtyard owner heard this, he lowered Sanzang by another notch. It's just that it comes from a small country on the far border. But he still said: "Such a mundane thing, I'm afraid it will be difficult to enter the eyes of the holy monks, and the holy monks don't need to praise it." Or do you want to tell me something good about Datang and show it to me?"