"Relationship?" Xuanzang closed his eyes, puzzled, and after being silent for a long time, he asked tentatively: "This enlightened monk, the poor monk knows?"

"・・・・・・" Yu Lu was speechless for a moment, and said affirmatively: "Of course!"

Xuanzang couldn't help but doze off half of the words when he heard this, sat up and fell into a state of contemplation, "The poor monk is not a senior monk who has been named a royal brother in his memory, are you sure that the poor monk knows?"

"Uh・・・・・・ sure. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Why is the donor so sure?" Xuanzang pondered for a moment, then shook his head blankly and asked suspiciously.

Wu Chengen told me. Yu Lu replied.

"Who is Wu Chengen?"

"Wu Chengen・・・・・・" Yu Lu glanced at Xuanzang with black lines, and saw Xuanzang's eyes full of curiosity through the bright moonlight.

In the past few days, he has been influenced by Chen Xi's knowledge, and Yu Lu only knows that the author of Journey to the West is Wu Chengen, and as for who Wu Chengen is, this Yu Lu really doesn't know. However, as a person of the future, how can he be asked by an ancient person?

What a shame!

Without hesitation, he kicked Chen Xi who had just entered a dream, and in Chen Xi's murderous gaze, Yu Lu coughed dryly, "Wu Chengen, Wu Chengen, oops, Wu Chengen, you don't know, I really convinced you, and being a monk also requires a certain amount of knowledge." As he spoke, he touched Chen Xi and asked Chen Xi for help.

Chen Xi, who was kicked awake by Yu Lu, was about to slap Yu Lu twice, but when he saw that Xuanzang was also awake, he had to stop stupidly, thought for a moment, and cast a helpless expression at Yu Lu.

"I'll go, this pit is really deep. Yu Lu said speechlessly, looking at Xuanzang's eyes for knowledge, he had to give full play to his strengths, and bragged: "Speaking of this Wu Chengen, that's amazing, you have to start from the pre-Qin period, and ・・・・・・ back then."

After explaining to Xuanzang for half an hour, Yu Lu asked dryly: "How is it, is it clear?"

"The poor monk ・・・・・・ heard clearly, but he felt that there were many mistakes in the donor's words, so he ・・・・・・," Xuanzang said hesitantly.

Seeing that his lip service was about to fall short, Yu Lu hurriedly pretended to frown and said, "Saints all say things wrong, let alone me? ”

Hearing this, Xuanzang pondered for a moment, and nodded thoughtfully, but he did not show the adoring gaze that Yu Lu had thought in advance.

How can this work, if you don't worship me, how can you call Xuanzang in the future? Could it be true as Wang Xiang said, and be a nanny for Xuanzang with peace of mind?

The brain turned quickly, and Yu Lu quickly thought of a way, after touching Chen Xi and asking him to cooperate with him, Yu Lu coughed dryly twice, and said to Xuanzang, who yawned again and was about to sleep: "Monk, you worship Buddha all day long, can you see the real Buddha?"

Xuanzang, who was dozing, obviously didn't have much patience to continue to follow Yu Lu, and replied absentmindedly: "No." ”

"What are you worshiping if you haven't seen it?" asked Yu Lu.

Xuanzang looked at Yu Lu, this question was not the first time Xuanzang had heard it, so without thinking much about Yu Lu's question, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the twinkling stars in the sky, and said meaningfully: "Donor, look at this sky full of stars, we don't know what these stars represent, but we still give them a special definition, either blessing or disaster." This is because we need these hopes and beliefs in our lives. ”

"Whenever we encounter difficulties, lose everyone's help, and are isolated and on the verge of despair, at least the faith in our hearts supports us. ”

"Poor monks believe in Buddhism because the content of the Buddhist scriptures has the best help for us to understand the true meaning of life. Therefore, although the poor monk has never seen the Buddha, the poor monk believes that the Buddha lives in our hearts, and if we have a thought in our hearts, we will always achieve something under the blessing of the Buddha. ”

Although he was ready for Xuanzang to say a lot of reason to persuade himself, Yu Lu was still shocked by Xuanzang's life insights, looking at Xuanzang's unfinished business, ready to continue to speak with divergent thinking, Yu Lu hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop Xuanzang: "Well, that's a good thing." Let's get straight to the point: when you pray to the Buddha, did the Buddha give you realization? For example, asking for rain, praying for a good harvest, praying for healing. ”

Xuanzang folded his hands and said a Buddha name, and said calmly: "What the poor monk recites, there are gains and losses, those who succeed in the recitation are all attributed to the Buddha's compassion, and those who fail are all attributed to the poor monks' lack of practice, and they need to continue to work hard." ”

"This ・・・・・・, it's amazing for my Xuanzang!" Yu Lu was also drunk when he heard it, and felt that if Xuanzang in front of him was not born in ancient times, but in modern society, he would not have killed the teacher when he went to school.

I learn well because the teacher teaches well, and I don't learn well because I don't work hard enough. What a good student!

"The donor has won the award, if the poor monk has done something wrong, the donor will also ask but say that it is okay. Xuanzang responded modestly.

Yu Lu looked at Xuanzang, who was getting taller and taller in front of him, and felt that he couldn't go on like this anymore, so he ran directly to the topic: "To summarize what we just said, that is, monk, you haven't seen the Buddha himself until now, right?"

"Exactly. ”

"Then how do you know that it must be the Buddha who will grant you your wish after making a wish? Maybe it is a passing immortal who will give you a fulfillment, or maybe some demon who does not do it from time to time will play tricks and help you fulfill your wish?"

Xuanzang was asked by Yu Luyi, and was instantly confused, the wish he made to the Buddha can still be played like this?

Seeing that Xuanzang was shocked by himself for a while, Yu Lu knew that the opportunity was rare, and continued: "Actually, there is only one real immortal in this world, and you have worshiped the wrong person before. ”

"Ah?!" Xuanzang was completely stunned and looked at Yu Lu in a daze.

"You don't believe it?" asked Yu Lu.

"The poor monk ・・・・・・ donor, how can the poor monk believe this?" Xuanzang stroked his forehead, and found that a trace of fine sweat had oozed from his forehead at some point, and said with a wry smile.

"Alas, seeing that you worship the Buddha so sincerely, I am deeply moved and can no longer hide my identity. Yu Lu said with a long sigh.

"Could it be that the only immortal said by the donor is ・・・・・・" Xuanzang pointed at Yu Lu in a daze, twitched the corners of his mouth, and couldn't say the rest of the words anyway.