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The road was so difficult and dangerous, and most of the dozens of guards who followed him had become dead bones.

Some were killed by robbers, and some were swallowed by wild beasts.

What are they doing wrong?

If it wasn't for protecting him, how could this innocent disaster come about?

After a closer look, these people all died because of him, so what kind of karma should he bear?

At this moment, Tang Seng's mood finally began to fluctuate, and some subtle changes began to occur...

Chapter 15 Avalokitesvara Buddhist Monastery

For the next journey, Sun Wukong felt a lot easier.

Because he finally didn't have to listen to Tang Seng nagging all day long.

It's not that Tang Seng became taciturn because of this, but that his goal changed...and he became Gu Ming.

Because he lost the last debate, he felt his heart was shaken, so he went to Gu Ming to talk about Zen, maybe he wanted to regain his confidence, or maybe he wanted to find a balance that could be combined with his own ideas.

Purely on Zen, Gu Ming is naturally no match for Tang Seng.

After all, his study of Buddhist scriptures is only a hobby, as the saying goes, there is a specialization in art.

Therefore, it is often mixed with Confucianism, Taoism, or Mohism, etc., to debate with Tang Seng.

Over time, the debate between the two gradually turned into an exchange...

Tang Seng was considered a Confucian before he became a monk. He had read a lot of Confucian classics, and Gu Ming used his eloquence from time to time. Even Tang Seng's mind was firm, and he was unknowingly affected...

He began to realize slowly that he might have been a little too pedantic before.

In Gu Ming's words, it's called formalism.

For the next trip, Tang Seng stopped riding a horse.

Didn't he say that all living beings are equal?

Of course, this is only one of the reasons.The most important reason is that he is going to start exercising.

He is too empty.

Every time I encounter robbers, wild beasts, monsters, etc., I am so frightened that my legs are weak and I can't run. I only know how to shout "Wukong save me".

In addition to walking and exercising, Tang Seng also began to practice a method of regulating Qi passed to him by Gu Ming: sitting and forgetting the scriptures.

Before he knew it, he came to the territory of the Sipanha country.

Of course, the road will not be smooth sailing. Gu Ming also took the opportunity to accept some special missions, killed some little monsters, and gained some points.

This day, a group of people were walking when they suddenly heard several long bells.

As soon as he heard the bell, Tang Seng lifted his spirits and couldn't help saying: "There must be a monastery nearby, why don't we go and have a look, and it's just a good time to stay overnight."

"Alright!"

Gu Ming nodded.

So, the group continued on, and soon they saw a large-scale temple.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a Guanyin Temple.

"Amitabha!"

This time, Tang Seng looked even more devout, Heshi recited a Buddha's name, and then walked in first.

A monk came to meet him. Tang Seng stepped forward and saluted: "Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk Xuanzang, came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, passed by the expensive temple, and came here to pay homage."

"Oh? Are you a sorcerer from the Eastern Tang Dynasty?"

The monks in the temple looked at Tang Seng in surprise.

"Exactly, the poor monk has a disciple and two benefactors walking together."

"Oh, let them in then."

The attitude of the other party seemed a little indifferent.

Tang Seng didn't care, turned around and walked out of the temple to say hello, and let Monkey King, Gu Ming, and Bai Suzhen enter the temple together.

As soon as Sun Wukong led the horse into the courtyard, a middle-aged monk shouted angrily: "Take the horse out, animals are not allowed to enter the temple."

"Pfft~"

For some reason, Gu Ming couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Because he always felt that the middle-aged monk was scolding Sun Wukong...

Of course, even scolding Bai Longma is not right, after all, Bai Longma was transformed by the third prince of the Dragon Palace of the West Sea, and his lungs would explode if he heard someone scolding him as a beast.

really……

Xiao Bailong was really angry.

With a stomp of four hooves, the wind rushed towards the middle-aged monk...

"Help!"

Seeing the murderous aura of the white dragon horse, the middle-aged monk broke out in a cold sweat, shouted for help, turned around and ran away.

It's a pity, how can his speed compare to the white dragon horse?

Fortunately, Tang Seng stopped in time: "Don't hurt people's lives!"

Bai Longma hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head violently, pushed the monk out of the way, and fell heavily into the mud.

"what happened?"

"It's not good, Monk Datang hit someone..."

In the temple, there was a monk who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, yelling loudly.

"What? Hit our people?"

"It's just too presumptuous..."

All of a sudden, dozens of monks ran out of the temple and surrounded them...

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."

Seeing that things were getting serious, Tang Seng couldn't help sweating profusely and wanted to explain.

But Sun Wukong shouted eagerly: "Master, what are you doing with them? Look at them all full of fat and menacing, how can they look like monks? If you want to fight, you can beat them. My grandson is still afraid that they will fail?"

"Wukong, this is Guanyin Monastery, don't be rude!"

Tang Seng was afraid that Sun Wukong would be impulsive, so he quickly scolded him.

"The Great Sage, don't be angry..."

Gu Ming also stepped forward and whispered a word of persuasion.

After all, this is a special place, if you really start to fight, with the Monkey King's temper, you might kill a river of blood... At that time, I'm afraid things will not end well.

This study of the Western Paradise has only just begun, so don't make any big troubles.

Sun Wukong said angrily: "But look at these people..."

"It's okay, let me do it."

Gu Ming patted Monkey King on the shoulder, stepped forward and said, "Everyone, I want to ask, is this the Guanyin Temple?"

"Nonsense, is it possible that there are fake ones?"

Someone replied angrily.

Gu Ming glanced at the monk, and said coldly: "If this Yinguanyin Temple is real, then everyone... I'm afraid they are fake monks!"

"What did you say?"

"Do you dare to talk nonsense?"

"Catch him and hand him over to the master..."

Immediately, several people scooped up their monk robes and approached Gu Ming aggressively, looking like they were about to fight.

"Why? Is it possible that you still want to bully people because of the number of people? Don't forget..."

Gu Ming raised his finger and pointed to the sky: "Perhaps there are gods and Buddhas watching your actions with cold eyes."

As soon as these words came out, the other party couldn't help being stunned, and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

After all, there are really gods and Buddhas in this world, how could they not be afraid?

Gu Ming said again: "Everyone knows that Master Guanyin is benevolent and has all the common people in his heart. But when you stay in this Guanyin Temple, you are still like that street rascal. What kind of Zen do you practice? What kind of Buddha do you practice? You are not afraid of committing crimes. Precepts, are you not afraid of falling into Avici Hell?"

When the word Avici Hell was mentioned, all the monks felt a chill.

The term "Avici Hell" comes from the Lotus Sutra of Buddhism, and these monks are of course very clear about its meaning.

Avici Hell, also known as Uninterrupted Hell, is the most torturous of the Eight Great Hells.

"cough……"

One of the older monks probably didn't want to make matters worse, so he came out with a dry cough and said, "Forget it, everyone came from a long way, maybe it was just a misunderstanding just now, let's talk about it.

However, this temple only accepts guests, this horse cannot enter the temple, please tie it outside the temple. "

"Master's words are wrong!" Gu Ming raised his hand and pointed to a tree in the courtyard: "Master, what is there on the tree?"

"On the tree..." The old monk didn't understand what he meant, and looked up subconsciously: "Branches, leaves..."

"No, in addition to the branches and leaves, there are a flock of birds on it."

The old monk's face darkened: "I don't know what the benefactor said?"

"These birds can enter the temple, why can't horses enter the temple? Don't you Buddhists often say that all living beings are equal? ​​Why do you suddenly start to classify them again?"

"you……"

The old monk was tense.

At this time, Tang Seng couldn't help but secretly sighed.

He has also debated with Gu Ming on this issue. If the other party is entangled in this issue, he will definitely lose.

It's just that the other party is not as pedantic as Tang Seng, who was speechless and simply started to play tricks: "In short, horses are not allowed to enter our Zen temple, this is the rule!"

Gu Ming smiled: "If you insist on saying that, then there is no other way, I can only distinguish it with you.

You just said that horses cannot enter the temple, right? "

"Correct!"

"Okay, everyone heard clearly? You said it yourself. Horses are not allowed to enter the temple. I respect the rules of your temple on this point, but..."

Gu Ming glanced at the white dragon horse and said slowly: "Our horse is not a horse, but a white horse!"

"Hahaha!"

This sentence immediately caused all the monks in the temple to burst into laughter.

The old monk smiled and said, "Is the benefactor confused? A white horse is not a horse anymore?"

"That's right, a white horse is not a horse!"

Raiding back and forth, Gu Ming asked again about a question he had argued with Gongsun Linglong when he was in the Great Qin Mingyue World.

However, at the time it was Gongsun Linglong who proposed that a white horse is not a horse, but now, he has put it upside down.

To be honest, Gu Ming didn't want to be a bully at first, but the other party was too unreasonable, so he could only hit the other party's arrogance.

"Benefactor, don't you have to use your tongue here, a horse is a horse, no matter what black horse, white horse, red horse..."

"Wrong! Master, if according to what you say, a black horse is also a horse, and a white horse is also a horse, it means that there is no difference between a black horse and a white horse, and there is no difference between a big horse and a small horse, they are all horses anyway.

So here comes the problem, I lend someone a black horse, but give him back a white horse, or even a dead horse... Anyway, they are horses, right? "

"This...you, you are clearly making unreasonable words!"

The old monk blushed.

Even if the old man is not too stupid.

"How can this be called preposterous? If you insist on saying that a white horse is a horse, then a wooden horse is also a horse? People with the last name of horse are also horses?"