Before Sanzang could recover, an iron arrow flew past his eyes...
Then there was a sound of "Ah...", but the man in black who was about to ride away was pierced through the chest by this sudden arrow.
In an instant, he fell off his horse and let out a roar.
Not only that, but at the moment when the companion of the man in black screamed, he was about to reach out to pull his companion on the ground...
Another arrow flew out, like lightning, piercing the clothes of the man in black again and piercing his chest.
The man in black, who was on the horse and reached out to pull his companion, covered his chest, and his head was smashed immediately after falling from the horse.
After struggling for a while, he fell to the ground with his back, his legs hanging weakly... A trace of blood spread on the ground, it was obvious that he could not survive.
In front of Sanzang, more than a dozen officers and soldiers pointed their swords at the two men in black on the ground, obviously fearing that they would hurt someone if they got angry.
Some of the pedestrians watching the excitement on the roadside shouted: "Killed!"
With a bang, a group of people watching the excitement in the distance immediately ran away.
Only Sanzang was left standing under the eaves, with his eyebrows lowered and his hands folded, he recited sutras softly to save the two dead people.
I don't know how much time passed, but I saw the two men in black on the ground no longer moving.
The two monks on horseback rode away and said coldly: "Cut off the heads of these two guys and take them to your lord to receive the reward."
A man who looked like a leader stepped forward and kicked him twice, and said coldly: "I told you to run, why don't you get up?"
After that, he looked at Sanzang and asked coldly: "Monk, why don't you leave?"
Sanzang stopped chanting, looked at him and replied quietly: "My Buddha is compassionate, and all living beings have the right to reincarnation."
When the leader heard this, he became angry and thought, "Our brothers have worked so hard to chase for so long, but now you are talking to me about mercy."
After thinking for a while, he looked at his companion behind him and waved.
The consciousness was obvious, and he was taken back with the monk to give an explanation to the adults.
Hurrah!
Without saying a word, a group of men found a carriage and threw the two men in black on, while escorting Sanzang to the city lord's palace.
The backyard of Wan'an Inn.
The peach trees in the yard are already full of green fruits, and it will take less than half a year for them to mature.
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting under the eaves, put down the book in his hand, sighed leisurely, looked at Jin Wuliang beside him and said, "Wuliang, your senior brother Sanzang has already entered Liangzhou."
When Jin Wuliang heard this, he jumped up and shouted, "Quick, let's go find him."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and smiled: "No, I want to take you to another place."
"Where to go?"
Even with his own name, the young monk still couldn't change his curious nature.
"Dayun Temple, I will take you to see an old monk."
Li Xiuyuan patted his sleeves and walked out the door. He had not been in Liangzhou in vain these days. He had already gone to several temples to meet the Buddha and offer sesame oil.
Not to mention meeting the old monk, the abbot. At this moment, he must realize what God's will is my will.
When the young monk saw that he was going to the temple, he was naturally interested. After all, it was a bit monotonous to stay in an inn these days, reading and writing.
It was May, and spring was gradually passing away without any hint of the hot summer wind. The leaves on the trees on both sides of the road were becoming more lush day by day.
Compared with the desolate atmosphere of winter, it looks pleasing to the eye, and it is a good time.
Li Xiuyuan took the young monk to the market and bought some plain cakes, pastries and dried fruits.
The two of them walked all the way to the destined temple.
For the young monk Jin Wuliang, there was no doubt because he had lived in the monastery since he was a child.
And Li Xiuyuan is not afraid. He has been hiding in the abyss for decades and has been practicing in the abyss. Others say it is just a strange temple.
The young monk Jin Wuliang thought for a moment and asked, "Brother, do you want to come with me?"
The little monk now had a different face because he was holding a freshly baked magic talisman from Li Xiuyuan in his arms.
The little monk under the snow-capped mountains is imprinted in Sanzang's mind. The current little monk's name is Wuliang.
Li Xiuyuan understood the little monk's current mood, but didn't say anything because he knew what the little monk was looking forward to.
Just like he was looking forward to making a cup of tea and drinking a pot of wine with Sanzang.
The little monk, who seemed gentle but was actually stubborn, had grown up a lot from the moment he left Lao Shang, and Li Xiuyuan did not want to set a direction for his future.
Even if the young monk meets a woman he likes on his way west and wants to return to secular life, Li Xiuyuan will instruct Sanzang to give the young monk the right to make free choices.
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied: "Remember that after you enter the temple, you will become the young monk Wuliang of Dayun Temple. You will listen to Tripitaka preaching to you, and one day the abbot will arrange for you..."
Having said this, Li Xiuyuan smiled proudly and said: "When the time comes, I will transform into a merchant from the Western Regions and meet you two on the road, and we will go west together."
The little monk couldn't help but froze when he heard this.
It wasn't until the two of them arrived at Dayun Temple that he exclaimed softly and chuckled: "This is really fun, I like it endlessly."
"It's simply more fun than the stories told by the storytellers in the imperial city. Don't worry, brother, I will protect senior Sanzang."
The little monk patted his chest.
It means that he is already a very powerful monk who is less than ten years old.
What makes him even more proud is that now his food, clothes, shoes and gold coins are all placed in the brocade bag given to me by his brother. He doesn't have to go anywhere and is not afraid that his things will suddenly be lost.
The two of them came all the way to the Buddhist hall of the abbot Huiwei.
After seeing the gift, Li Xiuyuan presented the plain cakes, pastries and dried fruits he had brought.
Pointing at the young monk behind him, he said: "Master, this is my younger brother Wuliang. I'm afraid he will cause trouble to you in the days to come. I hope Haihan will do the same."
The young monk stepped forward and kowtowed to the old monk, and whispered: "Wuliang has met the abbot master."
The old monk Huiwei stretched out his hand to help the young monk up and praised: "Wu Liang, how many years have you studied Buddhism?"
The young monk smiled and said, "Wuliang has been with the master since he was a child. He has always been in front of the Buddha."
The old monk nodded slightly and sighed: "How wonderful. I never thought that you have been walking in front of the Buddha since you were a child, but you have deep roots of wisdom. It seems that you don't need me to teach you more about Buddhism."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and whispered: "Sanzang has gone to the City Lord's Mansion to see Mr. Li... I'm afraid he won't be able to get out and will have to linger in Dayun Temple... It's a good thing for him to say something."
Regarding Tripitaka's journey to the west, Li Xiuyuan had introduced it to the old monk Huiwei before, otherwise he would not have hastily arranged for the young monk to practice in Dayun Temple.
In his opinion, only in this way can the young monk stay with Sanzang.
For the old monk, it is a blessing to be able to stay in Dayun Temple when the eminent monk comes from Chang'an.
If you can teach the Dharma to the disciples in the temple, that would be a great kindness.
At that moment, the Zhike monk from the temple was called to take the young monk to find a Zen room to stay. The young monk waved to Li Xiuyuan and went to play the role in the story.
It wasn't until the young monk left the Buddhist hall that the old monk asked in confusion: "Since the donor is willing, why can't he stay with Master Tripitaka?"
Li Xiuyuan lit a fire and boiled water while shaking his head: "Our paths are different. If I had been by his side, it would not have been Sanzang who went to seek Buddhist scriptures."
The old monk was shocked when he heard this and couldn't help but lower his head and think about it.
There was a sound of chanting in the distance, and there was peace and harmony in the Buddhist hall. The last spring breeze blew outside the window, and the birds on the trees sang softly.
Quietly, Li Xiuyuan served the monk a cup of spiritual tea.
After an unknown amount of time, the old monk picked up the spiritual tea in front of him and took a sip.
He murmured, "Isn't Master Fan thinking carefully about his disciple and wishing to stay by his side for the rest of his life, for fear that he would be wronged? Turns out it's all wrong?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly and replied: "There is no right or wrong."
Then he picked up the cup in front of him, took a sip, and said sincerely: "The teachers and masters I met are also compassionate. I wish I could teach them all my skills."
The old monk said with some shame: "A master-disciple relationship is also a blessing accumulated in previous lives."
Listening to this, Li Xiuyuan sighed secretly in his heart.
He replied: "It's just the Buddha's words... Even if you teach everything you have learned in your life, I'm afraid these disciples will not be able to become another master..."
The old monk shook his head in confusion.
Li Xiuyuan frowned slightly and said slowly: "My husband once said to me, 'If you imitate me, you will die.' He doesn't want me to become another him when I grow up..."
It was not until he left his husband that Li Xiuyuan realized his good intentions.
Just like the unreliable old Taoist priests, they all hope that they can find a unique path, rather than taking over everything and writing the future path of life for themselves.
The old monk put down the tea cup in his hand and replied with emotion: "What kind of gentleman is he to do this?"
After some thought, the old monk's mood suddenly became clearer.
Thinking about it, it seems that only in this way can his most beloved disciple find his own path and one day surpass his former teacher.
The two of them were guarding a pot of tea, and listening to the sound of boiling water, the old monk laughed.
Said: "So, you will accompany Sanzang to obtain scriptures?"
"maybe."
Li Xiuyuan replied quietly: "Although I will accompany him for a journey, I will not appear in front of him in my current capacity. His suffering needs to be faced by himself."
The old monk nodded and said slowly: "It's so good. I'm afraid not many people can remember the blessings we are enjoying now, but the suffering they experienced will be deeply imprinted in their flesh and blood..."
Li Xiuyuan nodded and said, "That's exactly the truth."
"If you don't accumulate small steps, you can't reach a thousand miles. If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become a river... If he wants to become a holy monk who will shine for future generations, he will have to endure hardships starting from Liangzhou City..."
"Even Wuliang is the same. He accompanies Sanzang to learn scriptures, but he may not return to the Tang Dynasty..."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the old monk and said seriously: "Master, just treat Wuliang and me as a passerby. Don't talk about it to anyone, and don't record it in your history books."
"Why is this?"
The old monk thought about his exchange with Li Xiuyuan a few days ago, and finally couldn't help but asked: "Is it possible? What do you have to hide?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at him and said, "Wuliang and I are just passers-by in Sanzang's life, and we shouldn't leave any traces in his life."
"Since I don't even want to disturb Sanzang, let alone leave another imprint that shouldn't exist in the master's clear and clean Buddhist hall."
Li Xiuyuan sighed: "Buddha said that all living beings have no form, please master."
The old monk was startled, then smiled.
He said with emotion: "Well said, we are just passing by in this world. If everyone has to leave a shadow in the long flow of time, that would be too much."
Looking at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar, Li Xiuyuan said leisurely: "We are just a grain of sand between heaven and earth."
The Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar looked quietly at the old and young in front of him, with a smile on his face and full of compassion in his eyes.
The old monk clasped his hands together and asked, "Where is Sanzang now?"
