Seeing that something was wrong, Li Xiuyuan had to explain patiently to the young monk.
While making tea, he said: "Take the little birds you see on the snowy mountains for example. When they are young, they will stay with their parents. Once they grow up, they will leave the nest and go out on their own."
"It's like the old monk is your father and mother. He adopted you when you were young, taught you Buddhism, taught you how to be a human being, and taught you how to practice."
"It's just that the old monk will one day reach nirvana. How will you face your life at that time?"
Li Xiuyuan didn't stop until the two of them held a cup of hot tea.
There is a long way to go, and he wants to give the young monk more time to think by himself.
After drinking tea and lunch, Li Xiuyuan took the young monk out and headed to the market.
Walking on the road, the little monk couldn't help but ask: "Brother, is he like Wuliang? Haven't he seen his parents since he was a child?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan looked at the sky and replied softly: "My parents are far away. I don't know how much time it will take to practice before I can see them."
Upon hearing this, the young monk could only imitate Li Xiuyuan and sighed: "It turns out that my brother is the little bird that left the nest."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "What do you want to buy later? Don't forget it again when you go to the market."
The young monk smiled and said, "Snacks, clothes, shoes, and dry food. I have to buy some for Senior Brother Sanzang. We can't let him starve."
Li Xiuyuan replied: "It's up to you."
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It was said that Sanzang, who was being taken to see the governor by several soldiers, was currently debating with the governor Li Chang who was sitting in the city lord's palace.
"Monk, you have committed a crime. I can immediately send someone to escort you to Liangzhou Mansion. Do you understand your crime?"
Li Chang's face was cold and expressionless: "Tell me, why did you come to Guazhou?"
Tripitaka clasped his hands together and replied: "The poor monk has devoted himself to the Buddha and made a great vow to go to Tianzhu to retrieve the true scriptures. Please let me go."
The governor Li Chang was a young monk not much older than Tripitaka.
After looking at him quietly for a while, he replied coldly: "Master Li of Liangzhou sent out your portrait all the way. It's very difficult for you to move forward."
"Even if I close my eyes and let you cross Guazhou, there is still a Yumen Pass ahead, how can you survive? Is it possible that you can still fly?"
When Sanzang heard this, he could only recite the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
Li Chang shook his head and continued: "Even if you take another route and take a detour to Wufeng, the distance between Wufeng is three hundred miles and there is no water source in between. How are you going to survive?"
"Furthermore, I, the border guard of the Tang Dynasty, will keep an eye on the water source day and night... Even if you survive the Five Beacons, there are still eight hundred miles of death behind you, with hot days and cold nights..."
"That ghost place, even the camel caravan traders who have been passing by for many years, will most likely not be able to get out of the desert of death... Monk, it is almost impossible to leave the border in the west and go to Tianzhu to learn Buddhist scriptures."
"Amitabha, Buddha also suffers, my heart goes to Buddha." Sanzang replied quietly, with neither sadness nor joy on his face.
Li Chang sighed: "I see that it is difficult for you to practice Buddhism, so you should return to Chang'an. I will pretend that I have never seen you."
Sanzang was silent for a moment after hearing this.
After a long time, he replied softly: "A mayfly lives in the morning and dies in the evening... The Buddha said that living towards life is like morning dew. Even if the poor monk died on the way to the west, he would die without regrets."
After speaking, he looked at Li Chang quietly and replied: "I want to seek back the true scriptures for the people of the Tang Dynasty, so that they can find a way out of the sea of suffering."
Just when Li Chang was about to refuse.
A cold wind suddenly howled outside the hall, and in the blink of an eye, snowflakes fell quietly from the sky.
At the border of the Tang Dynasty, there was a strange phenomenon of flying snow in June.
With a sad face on his face, Sanzang looked at the quietly falling snowflakes outside the hall and murmured: "If a person suffers and is tired of old age, illness and death, in order to say Nirvana, he will end all suffering..."
"Brother, it's snowing..."
The little monk who was happily strolling in the market looked at the falling snowflakes and let out a cheer.
Even the young monk who had been practicing in a Buddhist temple since he was a child had never seen June Feixue before and couldn't help but scream.
The vendors and pedestrians in the market were complaining. Everyone knew that the snow in June was not something to be happy about.
Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snowflake, and the power of Nirvana condensed into a trace of water-like power between his fingers.
Looking at the snowflakes wrapped around his fingers, he sighed softly and asked: "Bodhisattva, do you want to embarrass the people of Guazhou, embarrass Tripitaka, or embarrass me?"
The Bodhisattva's neither sad nor happy voice came to my ears: "It is said that the governor of Guazhou believes in Buddhism... Actually, I want to embarrass you, but will you save the Tripitaka from water and fire and take him out of Guazhou?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan murmured: "No, that's his way, not mine."
But the young monk at the moment seemed to be frozen, stunned and speechless.
From his brother's tone, he knew that these words were not meant for him. Is it possible that there really is a Bodhisattva in the world?
The Bodhisattva sighed and replied faintly: "What a state of mind with a heart as solid as a rock. Is it possible that your heart is made of iron?"
Shaking his head again, Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself: "Sanzang seems to be traveling westward for himself, but in fact it is for the sentient beings of the Tang Dynasty. If the emperor's guards of the Tang Dynasty do not allow him to leave seclusion..."
"How?" asked the Bodhisattva.
"How is it? This junior once went to the Great Qin Dynasty and also lived in the Great Zhou Dynasty for some time."
Li Xiuyuan waved his hand and turned the snowflakes in his hand into a butterfly that flew into the sky, and replied coldly like the wind and snow in the sky.
"Then let the prosperous Tang Dynasty, like the Qin Dynasty that died in the second generation, disappear in the long river of time."
"Boom!" A sound!
There was a thunder in the sky, and the flying moon in June had already frightened the people of Guazhou, not to mention this sudden thunder.
For a moment, vendors in the market screamed.
Some even looked up to the sky and shouted: "God, we didn't do anything unconscionable."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the scene in front of him and smiled lightly: "Bodhisattva, what do you think?"
The Bodhisattva replied calmly: "The tendency of life and death is the destiny of good and evil karma. You will receive good and bad karma. You can see it here...Evil thoughts and evil consequences have their own reincarnation. Just take care of yourself."
Li Xiuyuan laughed when he heard this, looked into the void and cupped his hands and replied: "Bodhisattva is compassionate."
After saying that, he took the little monk's hand and continued walking forward.
It's going to snow. It's none of my business. I haven't finished shopping yet.
Even if the consequences of evil thoughts are the cause and effect of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, no matter how he calculates, it will not fall on him.
The old Taoist on Dahuang Mountain sighed, looked at the Bodhisattva in front of him and smiled bitterly: "That boy's heart is made of cold iron, which is a bit colder than the ice and snow."
The Bodhisattva shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. As he said, this is the cause and effect between Sanzang and Tang Dynasty, not his... If he helps Sanzang, it's better to let him do it for him."
When the veteran heard this, he suddenly understood.
He murmured to himself: "Is it possible that this kid is here to watch the fun just like us?"
Before he finished speaking, he shook his head again: "No, isn't there a young monk following Sanzang?"
The Bodhisattva whispered in his ear, and finally said: "He is the cause and effect of Li Xiuyuan. Just follow my instructions and quietly erase everything about him in the world."
When the old Taoist heard this, he immediately replied: "I will obey your orders."
Since then, there has been no mention of the young monk Jin Wuliang accompanying Tripitaka in studying Buddhist scriptures in the history books of later generations. One reason is that Li Xiuyuan should not have appeared.
The second reason is that Jin Wuliang had his own ending in the end.
Everything, like the snowflakes in the sky in front of you, slowly fell, and finally returned to the heavy snow quietly without a trace.
Sanzang looked at the flying snow outside the hall, but felt compassion in his heart.
He murmured: "Sir, this June is snowing, but the people are going to suffer again... I am merciful."
Before he finished speaking, a beam of sunshine suddenly fell from the sky that had been gloomy for several days, and the flying snow gradually disappeared...
Looking at the scene in front of me, I listened to Sanzang's nagging.
As the governor, Li Chang was stunned and speechless for a moment.
After thinking again and again, he walked quickly to the public case, stretched out his hand and tore into pieces the wanted document with Sanzang's face on it.
He murmured: "You can go to Wufeng and exit from there."
In gratitude, Sanzang clasped his hands and replied, "Thank you, sir. I will repay today's kindness when Sanzang comes back from collecting scriptures."
Li Xiuyuan, who was helping the young monk buy shoes, suddenly sighed.
He said quietly: "Thank you Bodhisattva."
The Bodhisattva's voice came from the divine sea: "You should thank the governor of Guazhou who has practiced Buddhism."
With a chuckle, Li Xiuyuan paid the money, pulled the young monk and continued to move forward.
He waved his hand and said hello to the ray of sunshine in the sky: "Good thoughts and good fruits will blossom and bear fruit. That is also Li Chang's fate."
The old Taoist priest sighed, looked at the Bodhisattva and said, "This guy is simply insufferable."
The Bodhisattva smiled slightly, held a flower in one hand and said, "This is an interesting child."
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When Sanzang returned to the inn, Li Xiuyuan had gone back to his room to rest. Only the young monk was sitting by the window holding a book and reading.
While eating melon seeds and reading, I waited for my senior brother to return.
Li Xiuyuan had asked the inn to prepare the vegetarian meal a long time ago. When Sanzang was washing himself with joy, the young monk had already put down his books, laid out the food, and invited Sanzang to eat.
"Brother, when can we leave?"
There was no customs clearance document, and Sanzang was invited to go by the guard of Guazhou. Wuliang was not Li Xiuyuan, and he had not yet developed his spiritual consciousness, so he could not see what happened in the city lord's palace.
Sanzang picked up the bowl, thought for a moment and replied, "Waiting for the governor's arrangements."
The young monk said "Oh" and read a few verses in a low voice.
Just as he was about to start the bowl, he said: "When I was visiting the market today, it snowed in Guazhou."
Sanzang sighed and replied leisurely: "Fortunately, the Bodhisattva was compassionate and took away the flying snow with his wave."
The little monk picked up the bowl and ate without saying a word.
After meeting Li Xiuyuan from the snowy mountain, he understood why his master taught him since he was a child that he could eat and sleep speechlessly. It turned out that the same was true for his brother who had not become a monk.
Along the way, he and senior brother Sanzang were the same.
Whenever he is eating, he will not talk about serious matters or talk too much.
Sanzang felt something in his heart today. He felt not only the governor's respect for Buddhism, but also the June Feixue that all living beings suffered, and he was not the only one.
However, at the last moment, I was grateful to the Bodhisattva for hearing my wish and giving Guazhou a bright and sunny day.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but murmured: "All dharmas have no form, all actions are impermanent, Amitabha."
The little monk was stunned for a moment, but he endured it again and again without any explanation.
He just sighed silently in his heart and said, "Brother, Senior Brother Sanzang is back."
Li Xiuyuan, who was leaning outside the window and thinking about something, smiled slightly and replied, "Did you not understand what Sanzang said?"
The little monk nodded.
Li Xiuyuan closed his eyes, as if he were back in Prajna Temple, and whispered softly:
"All dharmas have no form, conditioned dharmas have no form; unconditioned dharmas have no form."
"All dharmas have no body, all dharmas have no nature, all dharmas are empty, all dharmas have no reality, all dharmas are like dreams, and all dharmas are like illusions."
"Without form, without body, without nature, empty, without reality, like an illusion, like a dream, this is the Seven Bodhisattvas."
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