[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

Xuanzang walked to the front of the line, directly chose an empty futon and sat down. He sat under Chen Wei, looked up at the people on the recliner, with a peaceful face: "What are you talking about, it's so lively."

Chen Wei flipped the book in his hand to the cover, and showed himself the words on it, "You are not here, they just came to ask me some Sanskrit that they didn't remember, and I told them "Vimalakirti" when I was free. The story of the celestial girl scattering flowers in the Sutra."

The owner of this scripture, Vimalakirti, is a lay Buddhist practicing Mahayana Buddhism at home, and a Bodhisattva practicing at home in Lingshan, Xitian. There are many small stories written in the scriptures, each of which has vivid characters, unique imagination, and vivid and interesting stories. To guide the beliefs of all living beings, Chen Wei randomly picked one from the edge of those Sanskrit scriptures, unexpectedly the content was quite interesting.

"Where did it go? I want to hear it too." Xuanzang hooked the red thread on his wrist and continued talking.

The mortal monk sitting on the chair glanced at the red line between the two of them, and vaguely felt that there was something weird about it, but he had only told half of his own story, so he didn't think much about holding the scriptures and continuing to tell everyone up.

"The Buddha knew that Vimalakīrti wanted to promulgate scriptures and interpret scriptures, and wanted to test the level of teaching of Vimalakīrti's disciples, so he called the celestial maiden to supervise all the disciples on the spot. When the celestial maiden arrived at the scene, she sprinkled flowers in her hands on all the people present. When the flowers fell on people, they fell off. Only one disciple named Shariputra, who was covered in flowers all over his body, did not fall off. Everyone was amazed. Do you think why the flowers on his body did not fall off?" Chen Wei said. I always like to ask questions halfway through the talk to enhance interaction with people.

After the words fell, the ten active students sitting here just now wanted to answer, but they glanced at the holy monk Master Z sitting in front of them, and some dared not answer, fearing that they would be taught a lesson if they made a mistake. answer.

Xuanzang sat cross-legged on the futon, playing with the red thread with his fingers, his eyes fell on Chen Wei's face, and he pretended to answer after serious thinking: "It is because Shariputra is profound in Buddhism, so a hundred flowers never fall?"

The person on the chair grinned and showed a bright smile: "It's wrong. It's because Shariputra is not good at Buddhism, so the flowers will not fall. The scriptures say that it is because the practice is not completed, and the flowers are fixed on the body."

"So that's it, the disciple has been taught." The holy monk on the futon lowered his eyes, looking like he was being taught humbly.

Looking at the many students sitting behind him, their eyes fell on the holy monk and the immortal for a while.

There is also that strange red thread. The student sitting diagonally across from him can see the red thread on the holy monk's wrist twisted several times to form a knot, and the other end is connected to the fairy elder on the chair. hand.

When two people talk, read and do things, the red thread is always connected.

People always think of the red rope in Yuez Temple unconsciously.

"Impossible, I must be thinking too much." How could the holy monk and the immortal hold each other's red ropes in the Moon Z Temple? They are both monks.

But once the thinking slips, it is difficult to get back to the original position.

There are more than one students who have this kind of thinking, especially when the immortal is giving lectures, the holy monk is always playing with the red thread, and the immortal is sitting on a high chair.

Once up and down, the red line hangs in mid-air, and any student who wants to focus on listening to the story in the scriptures of the Immortal General cannot ignore the red line.

Chen Wei, who held the scriptures and told three stories of the Vimalakirti Sutra in a row, glanced at the person on the ground who was still playing with the red thread, closed the book with a serious face, ignored him, and looked up at the person below. Students: "Let's stop here today, let the monk Xuanzang teach you tomorrow."

"Ah~" the students sighed unwillingly.

Xuanzang, who was sitting at the front, turned around, and his eyes lingered for a few seconds on the faces of the students who made the noise just now: "Don't want to learn? Don't want to be handsome?"

"I want to learn, I really want to be stared at by those eyes, and I can't wait to leave on the spot.

"The holy monk got it wrong, we would like to play ∥ Yiqin 饩 Tucuo ji Cong Dirty class tomorrow." Student B turned his head into a rattle for a child to play, fearing that the holy monk would think that he really didn't want to study.

"Goodbye Holy Monk, Goodbye Chen Xianchang."

The students who were sitting all over the floor stood up in a panic, greeted each other as quickly as possible, and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, all the people in the Sutra Pavilion were emptied.

The person on the chair threw out the scriptures he was still holding, and hit the bad teacher Z who scared away the students below.

"You always scare them, it will make the students have psychological problems."

The monk sitting cross-legged on the futon on the ground caught the scripture and put it back on the table. Hearing this, his face remained unchanged: "I don't even have the ability to bear this. It's because they have no ability. Shariputra will learn about it when the flowers fall on him. When my Dharma is not profound enough, the requirements will be stricter in the future.”

Chen Wei raised his eyebrows, "You know the story of smallpox scattered flowers and you still tell nonsense."

Xuanzang dragged the unused futon of the students next to him to his side, and signaled him to come over. He waited until the person sat next to him before answering: "This is the first time I'm listening to your lecture, and I want to listen to it for a while."

If the correct answer is told, the following story will end in just a few words.

For this reason, the person sitting next to him directly pushed him with his elbow, with an expression of waiting for praise on his face: "How is my speech, is it not worse than yours?"

Regarding this, Xuanzang nodded affirmatively: "You speak very well, I like it very much."

I really like it. It turned out that when he was lecturing, he was full of vitality. When a pair of bright black eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, it would only make people secretly expect that the other party would call his name.

Don't say it's only half an hour, presumably when he talks about six hours of teaching, those students will definitely not complain about being tired or tired.

Chen Wei picked up the red thread that was hanging down to the ground. The thin red thread was entwined between his fingers, and he was lifted up with both hands and stretched tightly, "How did this red thread disappear?"

Xuanzang lowered his eyes and looked at the pair of slender jade fingers wrapped with red thread. His eyes became deep, and he picked up the other end of the red thread and twisted it between his fingers: "Do you want it to disappear?"

"Didn't you make it invisible? If it keeps showing like this, people who don't know will think that we went to the Moon Z Temple to ask for a red rope." Chen Wei fiddled with the knot on his wrist, thinking of the promise he made to himself before going out. For the matter, he directly handed his wrist to him: "Here, you are not going to teach me spells, just start from this, how to make this thread transparent."

The person who has become a Buddha twists the red thread on his finger, tilts his head and looks at the person beside him who just wants the red thread to disappear, his eyes fall on the face that is exactly like himself, "Do you really want to learn?"

"Of course, you won't go back on your word, will you?" Chen Wei tied the knot on his wrist, thinking that if he dared to lie, he would untie the rope.

Xuanzang held down the restless palm, "I'm not sorry, I'll teach you."

Both of Chen Wei's hands were held by others, Xuanzang helped him correct his posture, "Let's make a formula and chant the mantra first, the formulas are all clustered and the five elements are reversed. it's here."

Under the stool at the side, Bai Jian raised his head on all fours, watched the scene of practicing spells over there, and secretly stretched out his two front paws.

He also imitated the movement over there, and tried his best to lift his paws that couldn't be opened, twisting them into exactly the same posture.

Chen Wei's two hands were almost not his own. He looked at his two hands that had been swung by someone, with suspicion in his eyes: "Are you sure there is a pinching method to make the red line disappear, is this pinching?"

"Of course I'm sure, do you think I'll lie to you?" The man who became a holy monk looked calm, as if you doubted my intentions.

"Then pinch it once and show me." The man whose hands were about to become twisted, let go of his closed hands, pointed to the red thread and asked the other party to give him a try first.

Xuanzang obeyed, and used the gesture just now, slowing down step by step, and at the last moment, he said "Change!"

The red thread connecting the two disappeared without a trace on the spot.

Seeing that the red line was really gone, Chen Wei patiently re-arranged the gestures just now, "Is there a time limit? Can it be pinched at any time, or should it be completed within a few seconds?"

People who learn spells for the first time have the spirit of one hundred thousand whys, and start asking questions when they encounter anything they don't understand.

"The more powerful the spell, the more time-limited it needs to be, and its own power of thought is used as a guide." The power used by gods and Buddhas is transformed by the power of thought of all things in the world.

The stronger the chanting power, the stronger the gods and Buddhas who received this power will be, and the shorter the time for chanting the mantra, even a simple syllable mantra can be cast.

He understood why most of the immortals rely on magic weapons to work hard. After all, it is difficult to succeed in a random trick with a slightly shorter hand.

They were sitting in the Buddhist scripture pavilion learning spells. Hu Jiu lay on the ground and dozed off, wagging his tail. A flash of Buddha's light flashed above, and Cihang landed on his clay statue of gold, looking at the two teaching below. , turned around with a smile on his face and went to Lingshan.

In Lingshan Fairyland, three thousand Buddhas, five hundred Aruo and Boundless Bodhisattva were all attached to the treasure cover flowers, Cihang rode the auspicious clouds to the fairyland, waited for the nine-petal golden lotus to sit down, and went to the golden cicada Fly in the direction of the bodhi tree.

In a short while, there were 42 white rainbows in the sky, connecting the north and the south, and they fell directly under the bodhi tree one step ahead of him.

Ci Hang stopped, and when he saw Tathagata, he clasped his hands together and saluted, and said with a smile, "Jin Chanzi made a deal with me yesterday, asking me to go to his tree house and get five treasures for free."

Sakyamuni Tathagata looked up at the bodhi tree thousands of feet high above, "I watched him go down to the mortal world for ten lives, and I thought he would return to Lingshan after experiencing all kinds of mortal worlds this time, but you let him stay in the mortal world to help To give him a helping hand, just for those five magic weapons?"

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