Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

San Le left Shangyang City and walked to an ancient temple deep in the mountains. It seemed that it had been abandoned for a long time, and there was no one there. Only half of the Buddha statue in the temple was left.

Only the ancient bodhi tree in the courtyard is still full of vitality and luxuriant.

San Le walked slowly towards the Bodhi tree, her gaze became extraordinarily deep.

As he got closer, the surrounding scene began to change dramatically, and the ruined ancient temple began to become resplendent and resplendent, and the sound of chanting sutras full of Zen and the knocking of wooden fish sounded all around.

A small hand grabbed Sanle's sleeve.

He turned around and saw that it was his own disciple Xuanzang.

"Master, don't go..."

Xuanzang begged bitterly, his eyes filled with tears.

San Le seemed to be unable to bear it, he stretched out his hand, wiped Xuan Zang's tears lovingly with a smile, and said softly: "One day, you will understand as a teacher."

As he spoke, he exerted strength with his palm, and took off Xuanzang's bloody head with a click, and threw it aside casually, then continued to walk forward with a kind smile on his face.

"Amitabha, please come back, almsgiver."

A figure stood in front of San Le, it was an old monk with fluttering beard, but his eyes were very young, as if full of infinite vigor and vigor.

Zen is pervasive, and cicadas are constantly singing.

"Bodhidharma..."

San Le looked at his former best friend, smiled, and said, "Have you ever forgotten Mahayana?"

Bodhidharma said indifferently: "Mahayana is a lie. If my Buddha Tathagata has Mahayana, how can I not save sentient beings? Could it be that I cherish myself and respect myself by upholding the Dharma?"

His question was very tricky. Mahayana Buddhism is the way for all beings to become Buddhas. If Sakyamuni really had the Mahayana scriptures, why didn't he use them to save all sentient beings and free them from the sea of ​​suffering in the world?

Could it be that the Buddha who cut meat and fed it to eagles is still reluctant to part with a scripture?
San Le was still smiling, and said: "If you have Mahayana in your heart, you will have Mahayana sooner or later. If the Buddha has it, you can ask for it. If the Buddha doesn't have it, you can write a book yourself. Why bother to lament and act like a little girl?"

After a pause, San Le shook his head and sighed: "You are not Bodhidharma after all, so you can't understand his ambition."

After finishing speaking, he breathed lightly, turned into countless steel knives, and chopped Bodhidharma into meat paste.

All this is very real, San Le stepped on it, blood splashed everywhere, and the flesh was firm.

If it was someone else, I'm afraid they would doubt themselves, but San Le was calm and strode forward, and he was about to come under the Bodhi tree.

"Amitabha!"

A sound of the Buddha's name, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, shakes the sky.

In an instant, auspicious clouds fell from the sky and golden lotuses surged from the ground. The stone statue of Tathagata in the Daxiong Hall in the center of the ancient temple seemed to come alive, showing a golden body of six feet, pointing to the sky with one hand and pointing to the ground with the other, looking at Sanle.

Facing the Buddha, any Buddhist monk would subconsciously feel awe, but Sanle was an accident. He didn't even have the interest to speak, so he waved his sleeves lightly.

The next moment, the old and greasy sleeve robe turned into a huge golden-winged divine bird, like Garuda, one of the eight heavenly dragons in the Buddhist scriptures, who fed on dragons and swallowed the Buddha in one bite.

San Le laughed and said: "In the past, Shizun cultivated a golden body of Zhang Liu in the snow mountain, and was swallowed by King Peacock Ming, and then broke out. If you are really a Buddha, why don't you also jump out of the belly of this big roc?"

However, a fake is a fake after all, the Buddha looked bluffing, but in the end he couldn't leave Sanle's sleeve.

San Le finally came under the bodhi tree.

He bit his finger, and drew the magic seal on the tree with the blood of the ancient Buddha.

It's sizzling!

Thick blue smoke rose from the ancient Bodhi tree, and there were faint and shrill screams all around, which made people shudder.

Then the verdant and vigorous Bodhi tree withered quickly, the branches and leaves trembled wildly, and the bark burst open, revealing a strange face, very similar to Moro.

"Sanjie, how did you find this place?"

There was an unconcealable surprise in Moro's voice.

San Le said lightly: "With you by my side for so long, there will always be some gains."

After a pause, he said: "Every time you show up, you must be accompanied by Bodhi. At that time, I thought of it. According to Buddhist scriptures, when Shakyamuni became enlightened, the demon king Bo Xun tried to obstruct him many times, but in the end he failed. Suppressed in Avici Hell."

"It's just that people in the world don't know that the Buddha had an epiphany under the bodhi tree. Although he was not deceived by Bo Xun, a demon seed was planted in that bodhi tree and a demon heart was born."

"Mora, your black-clothed and black-haired image comes from the Kinnara Bodhisattva who was once bewitched by you, and the ancient tree that accompanies you is the Bodhi that Buddha enlightened back then."

Hearing this, Mo Luo's expression was still calm, but his eyes were deeper, as if he knew San Le for the first time.

"I see, you recalled some memories of Maitreya?"

San Le nodded and said: "I remember something."

"Then you should know that you can't kill me."

This is Mara's confidence that he is still calm. His existence is extremely special. It is transformed by the evil thoughts of the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the Six Desire Heavens.

He doesn't have a concrete entity, which undoubtedly limits his interference with the real world, but it also gives him the ability to be immortal.

This bodhi tree is just his temporary residence.

"That's right, I really can't kill you, even if Maitreya Buddha is resurrected, at most I can only seal you, it's just..."

San Le smiled and said, "I also know that you have been looking for a perfect body."

"Bodhisattva Kinnara's physical body has been destroyed. This bodhi tree has dried up its source and is old. As for Li Yuan, although he has the aura of an emperor, he is only a mortal body. You must look down on him."

After a pause, San Le pointed to herself, and said with a smile, "Look, how am I?"

"Although it is a bit fatter, it is durable."

"Maitreya's physical body can always meet your requirements."

Mo Luo stared deeply at San Le, and he suddenly discovered that the San Jie who respected him so much and obeyed his orders back then was completely different.

He even couldn't see through the other party's intentions.

"Don't lie to me, Mo Luo, you didn't bring me into the religion because you wanted to preach, but because you fell in love with the body of Maitreya Buddha. It's a pity that I have already united my body and soul. You can't succeed, so you can only give up."

"Later, the reason why you ambushed Bodhidharma in Luoshui was not because you were afraid that he would seek Mahayana Buddhism, but because you liked his physical body. The luck of the ancestor of Zen should be enough for you."

"It's a pity that you underestimated Bodhidharma after all. Both of you will be hurt. Bodhidharma saw your intentions, so he, who was seriously injured, would rather choose to be bitten to death by a poisonous snake and let it take over his body than let you succeed!"

There was a trace of emotion in San Le's eyes, as if he saw that old friend who was sitting and talking with him in the wind and snow more than 200 years ago.

His eyes are always full of hope and vitality, as if he firmly believes that one day, everyone in the world will be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

In the story San Le told Li Daoxuan, Bodhidharma was seriously injured and accidentally bitten to death by a poisonous snake. In fact, Bodhidharma gave up his life to feed a tiger, willing to sacrifice himself, and would not let Mo Luo's plot succeed.

It was only in order not to reveal the secret and affect the overall situation that he concealed part of the truth.

Sanle knows his best friend Bodhidharma deeply, and he knows that Bodhidharma's final behavior, besides destroying Mo Luo's conspiracy, has another purpose, which is to save the little snake.

This is also the reason why Sanle never killed Maha to avenge his best friend.

It's a pity that the old monk who crossed the river with a reed on the Luoshui River failed in the last transformation with his life.

Mo Luo said calmly: "Yes, what you said is not bad at all, it's just..."

He asked curiously: "Sanjie, are you really willing to take the initiative to give up Maitreya's body?"

This is the physical body of Maitreya, one of the three Buddhas. With this physical body, he can live forever and have boundless mana. He will become a Buddha and ancestor in the future, which can be called a great fortune.

San Le smiled and said, "Of course it's true."

There was a hint of doubt in Moro's eyes.

"Do you know why I changed Sanjie's name to Sanle?"

Before Mo Luo could answer, San Jie continued: "When I was traveling around the world, I met an old beggar who was covered in pus. He only had a piece of mustache in his hand, but he still tore half of it to stray dogs and drank it from the side of the road. The dirty water was very happy, and laughed three times after seeing me."

"I asked him how he was so depressed, why he was still so happy?"

"He replied that the old beggar has three things that are happiest in his life. The first is that he can sleep until he wakes up naturally. The second is that he can eat anything delicious when he is hungry. As for the third happiness, there are fewer and fewer beggars like me. gone."

After a pause, San Le said: "At that moment, I seemed to see a Buddha."

After finishing speaking, he clasped his palms together, let go of all his guards, and fully revealed his spiritual altar, which was pure and clear, and the Buddha's light was shining brightly.

This is equivalent to binding one's own hands and taking the initiative to remove the protection of the body from the soul.

Mo Luo was stunned for a moment, then sneered, and said, "For the sake of those lowly human races like ants, you are really stupid to give up your own body."

"Or, do you want to use the flesh as bait in an attempt to kill me?"

San Le glanced at Chang'an's direction, and said: "That Xingshui God Ape has already been defeated, it is coming to your rescue, and even willing to sacrifice its body temporarily, this should be one of your goals."

Mo Luo looked at Sanle's altar, which was full of mellow Buddha light, which was almost infinitely alluring to him.

It should be noted that even in his heyday, he never caused the Buddha to fall, let alone Maitreya, one of the three Buddhas.

"Whether to be a monkey or become a Buddha, you can choose for yourself."

After San Le finished speaking, she lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head, she didn't speak any more, she just quietly exposed her spiritual altar.

……

One month later, Chang'an City.

In a secluded monastery in Daxingshan Temple, Xuanzang suddenly woke up from the bed, sweating profusely.

He drank a bowl of water, looked at the fish white in the night outside the window, and knew that dawn was coming.

"Strange, why do you always have nightmares these days?"

"Maybe the weather is too hot recently..."

Xuanzang shook his head, walked to the water tank, lifted the lid to scoop up another bowl of water, but saw a slender water monkey soaking in the water tank, gurgling bubbles, when he saw him His eyes lit up.

Xuanzang was startled, but he was not afraid, but smiled wryly: "My aunt, why did you get here, come out quickly, if you are seen by the brothers, you will be miserable!"

Not only Xuanzang lived in this monastery, but also other Daxingshan Temple disciples, and people often came here to scoop up water.

The water monkey snorted and dived, shaking its head, unwilling to come out.

Xuanzang sighed softly, and said: "The weather is getting hotter and hotter, it seems that we must find a way to find you a place with water, or you will be discovered sooner or later."

This water monkey was rescued by him accidentally. After the flood receded, the city of Chang'an was in a mess, and many people suffered from cold. Xuanzang had learned some medical skills from his master, so he took the initiative to go to the mountains to collect medicine. Finally, he met this monkey. A water monkey.

At that time, it was dying, and the wound was deep, as if it had been stabbed by something like a harpoon.

If it was someone else, they would definitely not save the water monkey, and maybe they would make up for it, but Xuanzang was born with insight, and he saw that this water monkey was not only free of resentment and filth, but even had a golden light of merit. .

Obviously this water monkey is very different and has done a lot of good things.

Xuanzang immediately picked herbs, chewed them up and put them on it. In order to heal his wounds, he put them in a medicine basket and secretly brought them into Chang'an City.

Now a month has passed, and the injury of this water monkey is also very good.

Xuanzang originally wanted to release it, but the water monkey was very human, and told him in handwriting that he was originally a human being, but he was turned into a monster by a demon.

Xuanzang, who is kind by nature, patted his chest and said that his elder brother is the current national teacher, a real person who has attained the Tao, and has boundless mana. Wuzhiqi was beheaded by his elder brother, and there must be a way to transform it back.

But Xuanzang visited the small courtyard of Xuandu many times, and was told that Master Li had not returned yet.

"Little Tang, why don't you think my elder brother has come back? Where is he now?"

Xiaotang is the name Xuanzang gave it, because it likes to eat sugar very much.

The water monkey continued to spit bubbles in the tank.

"I see, you think my elder brother is so powerful, and you are worried that he will kill you as a monster?"

"Haha, don't worry, my elder brother is born with divine eyes, he is the reincarnation of Zhenjun Erlang, he can tell that you are not a demon with just one glance!"

"Although my elder brother is jealous, he doesn't yell at all monsters. As long as you don't do evil, he won't be prejudiced against you."

Xuanzang's words were full of admiration, and when he talked about his elder brother, his eyes seemed to be shining.

While spitting bubbles, the water monkey quietly looked at Xuanzang who was eloquent, and there seemed to be an inexplicable gleam in his eyes.

The night outside the window gradually faded.

Xuanzang stood in front of the water tank and kept talking. At first he talked about his elder brother, and later he talked about his master. He complained about all kinds of unreliable masters. I deliberately replaced it with a real stone...

This little novice who traveled across mountains and rivers to Chang'an does not have any relatives or friends around him, and is only accompanied by the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns. Sometimes it is inevitable to feel a little melancholy and confused.

But now, he has found a partner who can chat, although the other party spends most of his time diving and spitting bubbles.

"Little Tang, can you stop spitting bubbles, you are a water monkey, not a goldfish!"

"Gollum..."

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