Hong Huang: The ancestral witches are sanctified before the sermon is finished

Tathagata didn't bother with this side's business, turned around and went to the Sutra Pavilion. He had to find a way to find the scriptures quickly, or he would die.

Seeing this, all the bodhisattvas and arhats felt that the Tathagata was too heartless, killing the donkey, crossing the river and tearing down the bridge.

As soon as people leave, the tea will be cold.

And it was getting cold quite quickly, as soon as the front feet walked, the back feet were already cold.

How do they know Tathagata's current mood?

If they knew that all the scriptures were lost, they would definitely not be in the mood to complain about Tathagata here, and must be looking around like crazy.

No kidding, it's one of the scariest things.

The scriptures are lost, and there is almost no possibility of escaping punishment.

Jieying Zhunti doesn't care who lost the scriptures, they will make a mess.

If one person makes a mistake, the whole person will be punished. After all, losing the scriptures is a big deal.

Of course, if it can be recovered, it may be enough to punish only a few people.

Those who retrieve the scriptures will be rewarded, and they will each explain three questions.

Others may think that this is a chicken thief who picks up the quasi-prompt, and the teacher should be given points for explaining the problems to the students.

Now it has become a reward, completely stingy.

But Buddhist disciples don't think so, especially the disciples of Lingshan lineage.

After all, it is difficult for them to get in touch with Zhunti, let alone answer their questions.

Don't talk about the chaos in Lingshan, just talk about Xuanzang's side.

He returned to Datang happily with the scriptures, all the way at a fast speed.

On the one hand, they are in a hurry to go back to teach the Dharma, on the other hand, mortals suddenly have mana, so they are naturally very playful.

All kinds of tumbling and moving, quite a gesture of a villain getting rich.

Whether to talk or not, Xuanzang's playing is playing, and making troubles is making troubles, and he does not delay preaching at all.

In fact, there was not much time wasted along the way.

It didn't take long to reach the territory of Datang.

At this time, Xuanzang sighed deeply. You know, it took him a lot of time to get here from the court hall. Although the speed of riding a BMW is not slow, it is far from flying fast.

This is called the real speed and passion, okay?

After sighing, Xuanzang set off again without stopping, and went straight to the court.

Thousands of miles away in an instant, Xuanzang stood on top of the palace and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! My younger brother has returned and brought me back the scriptures."

The king of Tang, who was discussing in the palace, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard this.

My heart said, "It's over! It's over this time! Why did this guy come back so soon? It's only been a few years?"

Of course, even though he thought this way in his heart, he wouldn't really show it on his face.

Tang Wang showed a look of excitement and shouted loudly.

"Yudi! My Yudi is back! Hurry up! Come and greet me!"

After speaking, he got up and led the ministers outside.

Xuanzang was very moved when he saw the king of Tang and the ministers going out to greet him one after another.

Hastily lowered the cloud head and saluted respectfully.

"Your Majesty, fortunately, I did not disgrace my life! My younger brother has returned with the scriptures."

King Tang's heart skipped a beat, then he picked up the scriptures and flipped through them, thinking about what to do.

Turned for a long time, then said.

"Uh... Brother Yu, this scripture is a scripture, but it's not the scripture I want."

Chapter 509 Years of hard work, burnt

As soon as King Tang said this.

Xuanzang's face suddenly changed.

joke!I have worked so hard to run a hundred and eight thousand miles, and finally I gave him such a sentence.

How can he stand it?My heart said: It is a sutra, but it is not the sutra I want.

Come and tell me, what sutra do you want?

If you don't say that you are ugly and Yinmao today, this matter will not be finished.

Of course, these words can only be thought in the heart, and there is no way to say them.

Xuanzang had indeed become a Buddha at this time, with cultivation.

In other words, it is no longer annoying, and it should be Gaotang Wang and others.

However, he did not overwhelm others with power, and still maintained his original attitude.

Except for the only slight discomfort, it's all good.

Tang Wang threw down the scriptures, turned around and entered the hall, and the ministers basically followed him when they arrived.

There are only a few outliers, and these people, headed by Xiao Yu, are all people who believe in Buddhism.

These people held scriptures in their hands, as if they had found a treasure.

Tears filled my eyes with excitement, but I didn't dare to shed them seriously, for fear of falling on the scriptures and staining the scriptures.

Seeing the performance of these people, Xuanzang regained his confidence.

Although the king of Tang didn't like Buddhism, but with these devout believers, a single spark would surely turn into a prairie fire.

Xuanzang was very happy and announced in public: "I will explain these sayings and make the scriptures public."

Xiao Yu saluted solemnly, and said respectfully: "Holy Monk, great virtue! Thanks for your hard work, Holy Monk!"

Seeing this scene, Xuanzang was also a little moved.

You know, Xiao Yu is the younger brother of the queen of the former dynasty and the prime minister of the early Tang Dynasty.

Not to mention the identity, but the age alone is not young, and he is already in his 60s at this time.

And what about Xuanzang?He's just in his early thirties, and according to his age, it's no problem for Xiao Yu to be his father.

But now facing him with such a low profile, Xuanzang couldn't help but be moved.

He looked excited, but looked at Xiao Yu very solemnly, and saluted respectfully.

"My lord, you don't have to do this. I must do my best so that the Dharma can enlighten my Tang Dynasty."

Xiao Yu also had an excited expression on his face, "Please ask the holy monk over there!"

Xuanzang nodded without wasting any time, waved his hand lightly, rolled up the scriptures and soared into the air, and went straight to pay respects to the Buddha in front of Xiao Yu, which was the monastery that the king of Tang built for Xuanzang out of politeness.

When he arrived at the place, Xuanzang immediately called his disciple Bianji to meet him.

It's not that the workload is heavy and people need help. These scriptures are written in Taoism, so non-monk naturally cannot understand them.

At least you can't understand it without studying.

Of course, Bian Ji couldn't understand it either. His duty was only to write records.

To put it simply, Xuanzang is responsible for speaking and Bianji is responsible for writing.

The work started quickly, and at the very beginning, Bian Ji discovered that the Tripitaka was somewhat messy.

To put it simply, the scriptures are a bit disorganized, as if they were put together.

Of course, he didn't dare to say it out, after all he was a mortal.

It's normal for people with mortal bodies not to understand, so they continued to record without saying a word.

Xuanzang continued to lecture, and this lecture lasted for several days, and he passed out from the exhaustion of the debate, and there was no end to it.

Xuanzang only found out about this after a long time, and he could only sigh.

How should I say it?At this time, he felt that the body of a mortal was really too weak.

I couldn't bear it for a few days.

Xuanzang settled the defense machine and asked him to take a good rest, and then resume his work after resting.

……

For a period of time thereafter, after waking up, Bian Ji started to work until he passed out from exhaustion, and so on and on.

This situation has been going on for more than a year before it is considered over.

Afterwards Xuanzang began to rest, but Bianji was not at leisure.

He needs to sort out these scriptures to make them look a little smoother.

After all, Xuanzang would naturally be able to find out what the debater could find out, but Xuanzang was not in his turn to do such trivial matters.

Therefore, the defense machine has assumed this responsibility.

that's it.

Bian Ji temporarily stayed in a deep mountain in order to organize scriptures.

this day.

A beautiful woman suddenly appeared, Bian Ji originally had no other intentions, but she seduced her in every possible way.

Bian Ji finally couldn't bear it anymore and moved Fan Xin, the two got entangled and started fooling around.

As time went by, Bian Ji felt in his heart whether he should return to vulgarity, and it would be a good choice to grow old with this woman.

It has to be said that Bian Ji thought that this woman was just an ordinary woman, and that's why he came up with such an idea.

But is it really that simple?Obviously impossible.

It didn't take long for this matter to be revealed.

Only then did Bian Ji realize that this woman was not an ordinary person, but Tang Wang's favorite daughter, Princess Gaoyang.

The point is, this princess is a fucking married man, and her husband is Fang Xuanling, a member of the court, the son of Fang Xiang.

This is considered to have pierced the sky.

The king of Tang was furious, and sealed up Xuanzang's monastery as a place of filth.

He even burned all the scriptures that were about to be sorted out, as well as the originals brought back by Xuanzang.

Now, the group of people headed by Xiao Yu were heartbroken, and Xiao Yu couldn't afford to be sick.

But Xuanzang couldn't say anything, after all, this matter was indeed a problem brought up by his disciple Bianji.

You know, Bianji's fate is similar to Xuanzang's, and he was also picked up.

Xuanzang is both a teacher and a father to Bianji.

As the saying goes, it is the fault of the son not teaching his father, and the laziness of the teacher if he is not strict in teaching.

Xuanzang made two mistakes at once.

There is nothing wrong with me as a master bearing all the costs and consequences that my disciples have to pay for problems.

Therefore, Xuanzang could only be helpless and furious, but there was nothing he could do.

He could only watch helplessly as his disciple was executed by beheading in half.

What's more, I can only watch helplessly as I go through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, walk a hundred thousand miles, spend countless years of hard work in exchange for results, and just burn up like this.

Xuanzang did have the ability to destroy the Tang Dynasty at this time, but he couldn't do it because he had too much karma, which didn't conform to the teachings of Buddhism.

As a last resort, Xuanzang had no choice but to set off again. He could fly directly, but he still chose to walk.

He even bowed three times and kowtowed nine times and headed towards the Western Spirit Mountain.

The significance of this approach is that although the Tang Dynasty destroyed the scriptures, Xuanzang was responsible for reciting them.

If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?