"I accept the master's will and am the successor of the Tathagata Great Sun Sutra."
The path of great merit and virtue.
Monk Qiushu shook his head, this time with a hint of disdain in his tone: "But he is not Tathagata either."
The Great Good Merit Buddha slowly opened his huge eyes in the sky, like two suns hanging high at noon.
"You can't teach me! How dare you stop me? How can you stop me?"
The chains all over Monk Qiushu's body shook.
"Without a master, I really can't stop you."
His third hand relaxed.
You Chuiyun was grabbed by the golden hand of the Great Good Merit Buddha and could not move or be free.
"Senior!" You Chuiyun shouted in panic.
Monk Qiu Xu seemed to turn a deaf ear and continued: "I can't do it... doesn't mean others can't do it."
The voice of the Great Good Merit Buddha came: "In the present Western Heaven... I am the only one who can be considered the true Buddha. I wonder who you can send to save me?"
The monk with a long beard was silent.
I saw that on the top of the Xitian Sutra Pavilion, suddenly wind and clouds gathered, thunder exploded, and a whitish golden light came out from the cracks opened by the thunder.
This scene seemed familiar, it was like the heavenly gate opening.
Sure enough, a heavenly gate really opened in the western sky.
True to its name - Xitianmen.
The Great Good Merit Buddha has already captured You Chuiyun and Emei, but he has not left. He has poured great energy into this heavenly gate.
"You actually led Tianmen over... Do you plan to let that person come over? Yes, that's right. The Buddha's ability to come to the Western Heaven must be the work of that person. Do you want to use that person to suppress him? I!"
Emei has never seen her master so absent-minded, because her master is one of the top hidden figures in the Three Thousand Lower Realms, a living Buddha left in the world.
When You Chuiyun saw the familiar Tianmen, he was immediately overjoyed. He never thought that the West Tianmen could be opened here. That monk with a long beard was really a big deal.
The Great Good Merit Buddha did not move, nor did he turn around and leave. Instead, his true body transformed into the clouds in the western sky, and his face without joy or sorrow showed expectation.
There was a loud clicking sound from the Xitian Gate, and it opened slowly, and finally opened completely.
The Xitianmen is shrouded in thick fog, with smoke and clouds curling up. In the looming milk-like fog, a graceful and graceful figure appears in the fog, with moving curves that make even Emei sigh.
"Is it really...you?"
The Great Good Merit Buddha looked straight at him. He seemed to be no longer a living Buddha, but just an ordinary man who longed for beauty.
He looked at the beautiful figure that often lingered in his mind, and he recalled the day when he was just a little novice monk and followed the Buddha to the Immortal Palace to attend the god's birthday banquet.
He saw a woman that he could not let go of his whole life.
"Little Baldy, you have grown up."
The shadow in the West Gate slowly spoke. Although the words were not serious, they could make people feel a sense of vicissitudes of life.
The great virtuous Buddha was full of concentration, and when he saw this woman who had been dreaming about him for thousands of years, he couldn't help but be fascinated.
He is not a little novice monk now, nor is he that little slug being cared for by Tathagata all the time. He has grown up and grown old. He is already over 10,000 years old. He is now a person like the ancestor of Buddhism. He can lift a heavy weight with ease. Yan Jiuding.
a long time.
"Amitabha."
Although the Great Good Merit Buddha recited the name of the Buddha, he could not hide the trembling in his words, and his voice was slightly astringent.
"I have met... Your Highness the Princess."
He showed a slight smile, just like when he was a little novice monk and Princess Zhaoyang personally fed him a clear sapphire grape, he also showed such a shy smile at that time.
Emei next to him was dumbfounded.
She had never seen her master acting so out of sorts. He was just like the little novice monk in Jialan Temple who was occasionally molested by female pilgrims who came to worship Buddha and burn incense. He couldn't even hold his own broom, and his soul drifted to nowhere. went.
You Chuiyun had seen the world, and he was extremely calm. The only thing he didn't expect was that the bald man was the Tathagata, and the little bald man was the Great Good Merit Buddha.
What I didn't expect was that this little bald man had always been secretly in love with Princess Zhaoyang.
Now he is the founder of Buddhism.
"What a sin." You Chuiyun muttered.
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"The people you are arresting now are my people...what, little monk, are you going to rebel?"
I'm afraid the only person in this world who can speak to the founder of Buddhism in this tone is Princess Zhaoyang.
Princess Zhaoyang, whose true face could not be seen in the thick fog, heard a voice that was even more beautiful and graceful than Bai Ling's, and her kind words were like the mist brought by the waterfall flying down.
"Your people..."
The Great Good Merit Buddha came back to his senses and glanced at You Chuiyun. It happened that You Chuiyun was also observing the appearance of the Great Good Merit Buddha's true body - he was still fat and big-eared, with a bald head, as if all the monks were similar. .
"How did you get involved with His Highness?"
The great virtuous Buddha who revealed his true form seemed to stop pretending and asked directly.
"That's how I came to Xitian..." You Chuiyun tilted his head with a look that said you know what he was saying.
The Great Merit Buddha suddenly had a headache, and he asked the shadow in the sky: "So this person is your handiwork?"
"He? Not really, it's just that I need it temporarily."
"Then...the identification of the owner of this ancient Buddha bowl with burning lamps...is also your method?"
"This matter has nothing to do with me."
The Great Good Merit Buddha said: "Then he is indeed a son of the Buddha. There is no doubt about this."
"It doesn't matter if he is a Buddha or not. I only know that he is my servant. I accidentally left him in the west and now I want to take him back."
Every time Princess Zhaoyang speaks, the swaying mist will move in front of her.
"Are you going to stop me?"
"Amitabha, I don't dare to make any mistakes in front of the princess... But, this son is your highness's servant - he is also the son of the Buddha who revived my Buddhism. The princess should know the powerful relationship between this."
"Oh? So...you don't want to."
The Great Good Merit Buddha, who has completely recovered from his past, will no longer be trapped in the past. He is not the young novice monk back then, but the current Great Good Merit Buddha, the founder of the Buddhist sect.
He whispered: "I don't dare to disobey the princess's order, but I also don't dare to obey."
"Why?"
The Great Good Merit Buddha raised his head, and the sacred meaning in his eyes had dissipated a lot.
"This is the Great Leiyin Temple of the West, not the Immortal Palace...and the Immortal Palace is no longer there, and the deity...has turned into the clouds and smoke of the past together with my Buddha." The Great Good Merit Buddha paused and asked him A question I never wanted to ask.
"What obsessions do you still have that you can't let go of?"
His eyes seemed to be filled with compassion.
Princess Zhaoyang's angry voice came.
"Be bold!"
She then said without any doubt: "How can you question me?"
You Chuiyun seriously doubted that the bald man knew about Princess Zhaoyang's situation. His face showed sadness. Although the actions of such a character cannot be speculated according to common sense, You Chuiyun's intuition told him that the expression shown by the Great Good Merit Buddha was sincere. Meaningful.
Because this is the West, there is no one else, and there is no need to hide one's true face.
"Your Highness...now that you are here, please be safe."
Princess Zhaoyang was silent for a while and then said: "Little monk, remember the little thing I gave you before.
Remember I once took you to see the Bamboo Sea in the Immortal Palace.
Remember that guy who deceived Tongtian into taking away all your rosary beads? It was me who got them back for you. "
The monk closed his eyes tightly and never looked at the beautiful figure of Princess Zhaoyang in that gate.
He seemed to have fallen into trance, but his lips were still moving and talking.
"Let me ask you, am I, Princess Zhaoyang, fake?"
That beautiful figure in the fog, talking about those shabby old memories, a few words, fell into the ears of the great virtuous and meritorious Buddha, but they were so... vividly remembered.
"Amitabha..." He was afraid that he would fall into trouble again, so he kept chanting the Buddha's name to keep himself awake.
Princess Zhaoyang stopped talking. She knew that silence was sometimes more torturous than chattering.
Especially for people with a conscience.
There is a classic Confucian saying - A gentleman should be cautious about independence. Although it is not very appropriate, it is appropriate.
Sure enough, the Great Good Merit Buddha remained silent for a long time. He did not choose to leave, nor did he choose to agree to Princess Zhaoyang's request.
He has been silent because he is a Living Buddha, so he shines like a star, so dazzling in the boundless darkness. But precisely because he is a star, he has also been silent. Once a star makes a sound, it will explode into light.
In the hearts of You Chuiyun and Emei, it seems that hundreds of years have passed, but to Princess Zhaoyang and the Great Merit Buddha, only a few breaths have passed...
"Aman, do you really not believe me at all?"
Princess Zhaoyang unleashed her trump card. The nickname Aman was the nickname of the Great Good Merit Buddha before he became a monk. Not even his master Tathagata knew it. He only told one person, and that was when he stayed in the Immortal Palace. , Princess Zhaoyang who takes him around every day.
Aman...
The Great Good Merit Buddha's heart palpitated, and after a while, he burst into tears.
"So you...are already a demonic obstacle to the poor monk?"
How old is the Great Good Merit Buddha? It may be older than some mountains... There are not many things in this world that move him to tears. It just so happens that the call of Princess Zhaoyang is one of them.
Princess Zhaoyang in Tianmen chuckled, just like the silver bell-like laughter in the Immortal Palace.
"Little Aman, little Aman, you will never be able to escape from my grasp."
The Great Good Merit Buddha sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted the Buddha's name again.
When he opened his eyes again, tears were streaming down his face.
"Your Highness...this is the last time."
"Little Aman, you say that every time."
The Great Good Merit Buddha remained silent, but the golden light surrounding Youchuiyun had dissipated into smoke.
You Chuiyun, who was now free, was not overjoyed. He sighed and patted the Great Good Merit Buddha on the shoulder in a rebellious manner.
"It's not your fault that you can't let go. This is an eternal problem."
