(In the end, the skin bag will be filled up. How can I reach the other side with extraordinary powers?)
When Kui Mulang saw Lanfeng asking this question, he lowered his head and hesitated to speak.
After a long time, he picked up the Tripitaka records on the case, looked at the table and said, "Young Master, there are some things that it's better not to know."
Lan Feng frowned. He recalled the different pages of the burned last few pages of the transcript, and vaguely felt that this matter was not simple. When he saw that Kuimulang refused to speak, he said: "Donor Kuimulang, the young monk has been reading scriptures in this Sutra Pavilion for six years. This scripture is the life-long effort of Master Sanzang. Now by chance, I am lucky enough to see the master's transcripts. But I found out that someone had tampered with it, how can I feel relieved?"
Kuimulang said: "It is precisely because you have read the scriptures that I don't want to tell you about it. You are a disciple of Buddhism, and I am afraid that I will tell you..."
Lanfeng rushed to speak: "If you are unwilling to tell the truth to the donor, then the young monk will not take the donor to find the Hundred Flowers Shame!"
"You..." Kui Mulang was troubled in his heart. He sighed before telling the story...
"Back then, I was ashamed to retreat to look for flowers after I had achieved great success. I was also afraid that Guanyin would deceive me, so I wanted to find Master Tripitaka to talk justice to me. Thinking of this, I turned back to the west again.
Unfortunately, I came a step too late. In front of Lingyun Crossing, I watched the five masters and disciples about to cross the river. I wanted to step forward and shout, but they were blocked by the Buddha's light.
At that time, he saw a single-plank bridge crumbling on the cliff of Lingyundu Mountain. Sun Xingzhe stepped forward but crossed the bank easily. He called Master Sanzang to go forward, but Master Sanzang saw that the wooden bridge was steep and would fall to pieces if he was not careful, so he decided to retreat and would rather die than go up.
Only at this time did the Buddha come to ferry people in a bottomless boat. "
"Bottomless boat?" When Lanfeng heard this, he suddenly thought of Long Xiao, the fisherman with a broken boat in Longjiao Valley, but he was not allowed to think too much. Kuimulang said again: "Master Sanzang also refused to see the bottomless boat. On the boat, Sun Xingzhe pushed him onto the boat. Master Sanzang tremblingly reached the river, only to see his own body being thrown into the river and drifting away with the waves. Xingzhe said that it was the master who had escaped from the mortal body.
Strange to say, after seeing the physical body separated, the Master actually bowed to the physical body and recited Amitabha, and then he went to the Western Heaven without fear.
I saw the body floating away with the waves, fearing it was still alive, so I bypassed the Buddha's light and fished up the Master's body downstream. Only then did he see that the physical body had a well-proportioned breath and a face that looked as if it were alive. Instead of being a dead person, he clearly seemed to be asleep.
However, I shouted to him countless times but this physical body still could not wake up. In desperation, I could only carry this physical body to Jinshan Temple.
But just as I was about to explain my purpose to the abbot of the temple, I saw auspicious clouds rising from the sky, and the Buddhist monks and disciples were actually standing in the clouds. After becoming a Buddha, Master Tripitaka saw me carrying the body, so he asked me to place it on the top of the Sutra Pavilion. After the Master taught meditation, he came to the body. He muttered words and sealed this body here.
I went up to him and asked him about Baihuaxi, but he only said that he had passed away, so there was no need to worry about him. After hearing this, my heart became cold.
The Master said that since my earthly fate is over, I might as well protect his physical body and guard this sutra pavilion, so I agreed...
This record was also given to me by the Master and told me not to let anyone read it, so I snatched it from you. "
"No..." The more Lan Feng thought about it, the more frightened he became. "I have read this record. The last few pages showed signs of being torn. It was obvious that someone had added them later, and the handwriting was different. I don't want to go to the single-plank bridge, I don't want to go to the single-plank bridge. Is the bottomless boat really just out of fear? There must be something fishy in it!"
"Someone finally saw that transcript..." An old voice slowly came out of the darkness...
Lan Feng used the light to see the man clearly: "Elder Xuanzhai!!"
Elder Xuanzhi didn't know when he went to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion. At this time, his face was ashen and he was stumbling step by step...
"It was the Buddha who deceived me after all!!" A bitter smile came out.
How is this going? What exactly is this...Lan Feng's mind was in a mess. The revised transcript, the nonsense elder Xuanzhai in front of me, and the physical body hidden here...the physical body! !
Lanfeng suddenly said to Kuimulang: "Where is the physical body?!"
Kui Mulang said: "Right, right behind this desk!"
"Wow——"
Lan Feng moved the table away, only to see the body of a monk sitting cross-legged in front of him. The monk was wearing a torn cassock, skinny as a stick, less than five feet tall, and the old man even had no beard under his chin. This, this is clearly Elder Xuanzhai! !
Lan Feng was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his whole body drenched in cold sweat. He stared at the physical body and Elder Xuanzhi in front of him and said, "You...who are you?"
Elder Xuanzhi walked in front of the body little by little and knelt down with a plop. He touched the cheek of the human body with his hand and said tremblingly: "I traveled a hundred and eight thousand miles, and slept in the open air for dozens of times. Just to pray for the true scripture to save the world... But, Buddha, why did you bully me? Why did you bully me! Why... bully me..."
The voice gradually became quieter, and Elder Xuanzhi made no move. For a moment, the Sutra Pavilion was terrifyingly quiet!
Kui Mulang looked at the body blankly, but Lanfeng was so shocked that he could not speak.
"Xuan, Elder Xuanzhi?" Lanfeng called softly, but the latter did not respond to him.
Lan Feng bravely climbed up to Xuan Ce and wanted to pat him, but as soon as his hand touched Xuan Ce's body, Xuan Ce turned into smoke and dissipated little by little...
Lanfeng was at a loss when he saw a piece of yellow paper slipping from the body's arms and falling to the ground. He picked up the yellow paper and turned it over to look at it. In an instant, Lan Feng's Buddha's heart suddenly collapsed!
There were only six words on the yellow paper - Tripitaka died, Golden Chan Buddha!
And the handwriting of these six words is exactly the same as the previous handwriting on the transcript!
At this time, Long Xiao's words rang in Lanfeng's ears again: "Jin Chanzi cultivated into a meritorious Buddha in ten lifetimes. But what about Tang Sanzang?"
Everything is understood. With these clues coming into his mind, how could Lan Feng not understand what these six words mean?
A hundred and eighty thousand miles of clouds and moons, fourteen years of eating wind and drinking dew, thirty-three calamities and ninety-nine disasters, and yet I made a wedding dress for someone else!
How could Master Sanzang be afraid of going up the single-plank bridge? Why are you afraid of getting on a bottomless boat? He was just unwilling to spend his whole life praying to the Buddha, but was deceived by the Tathagata into becoming Jin Chanzi's wedding dress...
He swore an oath in front of the Emperor of Tang Dynasty and obtained the scriptures to save the world, but in the end he discovered that he could not even save himself.
All that's left is the false reputation Jin Chanzi left him.
Kui Mulang said: "Little master, this is the truth..."
"The truth?!" Lan Feng smiled bitterly and shed bitter tears unknowingly. He roared angrily, "I was born by the Tongtian River. The people in the fishing village worship Guanyin Bodhisattva all their lives. But when the monsters slaughtered the village, where was Guanyin? I came In this Jinshan Temple, my master and senior brother treated me well. Fortunately, I could only pay homage to the Buddha in return for my kindness. I spent many cold nights studying hard in this sutra pavilion, looking for a way to save the world. But now?
Now you tell me this is all fake! What is the purpose of the Journey to the West? The mountains and rivers that Master Tripitaka walked through were only rewarded with a false reputation?
Did the golden cicada save the world? Has the true scripture saved the world? The common people worship the gods and Buddhas every day, but they are still preyed upon by the powerful officials. Tell me, where is the Buddha? ! "
Lanfeng's emotions fluctuated, and he pointed at the body and said, "Do you know where the elder Xuanzhi who just turned into smoke came from?"
"After Jin Chanzi entrusted his body to me, it transformed into Monk Xuanzhai. I only think that it was Jin Chanzi who used the magic so that Master Tripitaka could continue to stay in the world to help people." Kuimulang said.
"Hahaha!!" Lan Feng laughed miserably, "He can't even survive himself. This mysterious test is just the obsession of Master Sanzang. Now he feels that this record has been read by others, and he knows that someone has understood the truth. , then I came to disperse my obsession..."
Kui Mulang sat next to Lan Feng for a long time. He sighed and asked, "Little master, what are you going to do now? If someone else finds out that you are here with this body, I'm afraid they will be involved."
Lan Feng's face was ashen at this time. He took the Tripitaka records and put it in his body's arms, but tore up the yellow paper. He said: "The sea of suffering has no end, and the Buddha cannot save the world... This body, please Donor, please carry him to Master Xuanzhai's room. The obsession is gone, and there is no need for the benefactor to protect him anymore..."
Kui Mulang nodded, loaded his body on his back and jumped down from the window. Lanfeng stood up and walked to the window, looking at the snowflakes flying outside the Sutra Pavilion and the poor people outside the Han Temple.
Early the next morning, another person was heard shouting in the temple: "It's not good!! Elder Xuanzhai has passed away!!"
At that time, a group of monks gathered in front of the elder's room. The two masters of empty phase and dakini confirmed the physical body and then found someone to set up firewood.
The sound of the sutras echoed in the heavy snow, and Lan Feng knelt in the snow to recite sutras. Jingguo saw that this junior brother who had never chanted sutras and worshiped Buddha on weekdays actually started to recite sutras today, so he asked: "Little junior brothers, I finally saw you reciting sutras today. This elder Xuanzhi has lived for more than five hundred years, and he just left Hexi today. It’s not easy, I heard that he still has the transcripts of Master Tripitaka in his arms.”
"He is the same as Master Tripitaka back then. He had to let go of his attachments after he had them," Lan Feng said.
Jingguo was confused when she heard this: "Why do I feel like you know a lot of things, little junior brother? Could it be that you have learned something from the scriptures on the sixth floor?"
Lanfeng looked at the raging fire in front of him and smiled bitterly: "Senior brother, there is no need to read that scripture. I will return to my hometown in a while..."
When Jingguo heard that Lan Feng was leaving, she hurriedly asked, "Junior brother, are you leaving so soon?"
Before Lan Feng could answer, the monks beside him started shouting in surprise. Lan Feng looked at the fire and saw the fire power emitting light. Seeing this, Kong Xiang nodded to Kong Xing. The two of them put their hands together and raised the rosary beads on their chests. Two strings of rosary beads floated above the fire out of thin air, sucking up the light thing.
The two monks waved their hands, and only then did everyone see that they were thirteen Buddha's light relics.
"Amitabha..." Kong Xiang took the relics and said, "The mysterious monk passed away today, and you are in bliss. All disciples continue to recite the Heart Sutra to send each other off!"
The fire burned for an hour. When the fire faded out, Kong Xiang walked to Lanfeng and took out the Tripitaka transcript from his arms and said: "Lanfeng, Elder Xuanzhi thought very highly of you when he was alive. This transcript will Pass it on to you.”
Lan Feng declined politely: "Master, this record is an obsession. Only by letting go of obsession can we be freed. It's better to put this record in the Sutra Pavilion."
Kong Xiang nodded after hearing this. He looked into Lan Feng's eyes and suddenly felt that the clarity and firmness in his blue eyes were missing. He asked again: "When will you leave?"
Lan Feng said: "Before and after the Qingming Festival..." After saying that, Lan Feng turned and left.
But Jingguo said anxiously: "Master, you knew he was leaving, why didn't you keep him?"
Kong Xiang said: "His relationship with Buddha has ended, and it's time to find his own answer..."
