Master Xuanzang and his disciples left Yingchou Stream and continued westward. On this day they passed through a large mountain, but they could faintly see the shadows of towers and dark palaces in the mountain col. Xuanzang said curiously: "Wukong, in the depths of such a remote mountain

It’s really strange that there is such a building, I wonder where this place is?”

Wukong looked around and said with a smile: "It's really a good place. I heard the morning bells and evening drums inside, as well as the sound of wooden fish chanting sutras. It must be a temple. It's getting late now, so I'd just go in and hit the peak.

Stay."

Xuanzang was overjoyed when he heard this and said: "This is no longer the realm of the Tang Dynasty. I thought that coming to the temple must be somewhat different from that of the Tang Dynasty. It would be a good time to go in and learn about Buddhism. I can also answer the Buddha's questions in the future. Let's go there now."

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After saying that, the two of them came to the outside of the temple. Looking up, they saw that the temple was really majestic and majestic. Layers of palaces and pavilions were built against the mountain.

Pure and elegant, it is indeed a beautiful scene in the world.

Xuanzang came to the gate, looked up, and saw a gold plaque under the lintel with the four characters "Wanghai Chanyuan" written on it.

He suddenly said: "It turns out that this temple actually enshrines the Bodhisattva Wanghai, which is really rare. I only thought that Bodhisattva Wanghai is the protector of the country in the Tang Dynasty. Few people worship it in other countries. I didn't expect it to be worshiped in this Xifanhami."

There is such a grand monastery in the country, so I should go in and ask for advice."

Wukong sneered and said: "It turns out to be her temple. It looks majestic and beautiful, but it has to be built in this secret place. I don't know how many shady things are hidden in it. If I had known this, Lao Sun would rather sleep in the wilderness.

Ling, and don’t want to see the monks who worship her all day long.”

Xuanzang knew that Wukong was deeply resentful of Wanghai, but he didn't have much to say. He could only smile bitterly and shake his head, pretending not to hear, and walked up to knock on the door.

After a while, the door of the temple suddenly opened, and two neatly dressed monks walked out of it. They saw Xuanzang and the two men clearly, and were shocked. They pointed at Wukong and said: "Where did the monster dare to come to my pure place of Buddhism?"

make trouble?"

Wukong was furious and opened his mouth to retort, but Xuanzang quickly stopped him and said: "Good, good, fellow masters, the poor monk came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty and went to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. This one is

He is the apprentice of a poor monk. Although he looks ugly, he is not a bad person."

When the two monks heard this, they immediately looked at each other. One of them said: "A few days ago, I heard from the master that a holy monk from the Tang Dynasty was going to the West to worship Buddha. Could it be that he is the master?"

Xuanzang said hurriedly: "I dare not, it is the poor monk Xuanzang."

The two monks hurriedly put their hands together and saluted: "We can't see Mount Tai, so I hope Master is not surprised. My old master has always admired the customs of the Tang Dynasty. If I can see Master today, I will definitely be overjoyed. Master, please come into the temple to speak."

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Xuanzang said happily: "Then I will bother all the masters."

After saying this, several people quickly carried their luggage politely and led the master and apprentice to the temple.

The two monks led Master Xuanzang and his disciples around the main hall and straight to the back hall. They respectfully invited them to sit down, and offered them some good tea.

The Lord has come to meet you." After saying that, the two of them left in a hurry.

Wukong stood up and looked around the temple, and sneered: "It's a huge temple, but it's beautifully built. I wonder where these monks got all their money?"

Xuanzang said: "Wukong, there are many good men and women in the world who worship Buddha. I think there must be many people who come here to worship Jiewanghai Bodhisattva. The incense in the temple is strong, so naturally there will be money to repair the temple."

Wukong shook his head and said: "Master, what you said is wrong. This temple is located in a deep mountain. It is difficult for ordinary people to find it without anyone to guide the way. How can it be so popular? In my opinion, this may be a black temple.

, specializing in robbing and killing passing merchants, so he made a lot of money."

Xuanzang laughed and said: "My teacher has only heard of black shops, but never heard of black temples. I think the monks in this temple know the rituals and Dharma, so I wouldn't expect them to be so miserable. What's more, I have you protecting me."

I'm not afraid of anything fishy."

Wukong nodded and said: "Exactly, exactly. With Lao Sun here, master will naturally have no taboos."

While he was talking, he heard someone push the door open, and five or six monks came in surrounded by an old monk. After hearing the introductions from others, he stepped forward and saluted Xuanzang and said: "Lao Na Jinchi, I have seen the holy monk of the Tang Dynasty.

, I don’t know that when the holy monk came today, it was really rude to miss him from afar."

Xuanzang took a closer look and saw that although the old monk's chin was covered with white beards, there were not many wrinkles on his face, and his face was so red that he couldn't tell how old he was. He couldn't help but marveled in his heart, and he quickly replied: "Poor monk

Xuanzang, it is truly a blessing to see the holy face of the old Master Jinchi today."

However, he didn't know that Wukong, who was standing aside, was staring at the monk Jinchi, with a look of astonishment flashing across his face.

The two of them sat down separately, and listened to Zen Master Jinchi saying: "I heard that the holy monk Xuanzang set out from the Eastern Tang Dynasty to go to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. I really admired him very much. I only regret that I am too old to follow the saint.

It is inevitable for a monk to have some regrets in his heart when he performs such a great meritorious deed."

Xuanzang said: "I wonder how long the old master lived?"

Zen Master Jinchi said: "It's embarrassing to say that I am 270 years old, but I rarely leave my Zen monastery. Compared with the holy monk, he traveled thousands of miles at such a young age. It can be said that it is a waste of time."

Xuanzang was surprised and said: "The old master is so old, but his spirit is still so strong. It must be that the Buddhist teachings are profound and the poor monks worship him."

Zen Master Jinchi smiled and said: "How can an idle person in the mountains get any Buddhist teachings? The holy monk is overly praised."

Xuanzang was about to speak, but he heard Wukong on the side saying: "Master has a good idea this time. This old Zen master's Dharma is really profound. Even compared to those Arhat King Kongs in the West, I'm afraid he is only stronger."

Miles."

After saying that, he turned to Zen Master Jinchi and laughed, saying: "Old Master Jinchi, you have such a level of cultivation, but you only settle in a corner in this wild temple in the mountains. It is a waste. If you go to the West, a Bodhisattva position may not be guaranteed.

, It’s easy to become a arhat but it’s easy to get tight. I wonder if you have this intention?”

Zen Master Jinchi smiled lightly and said: "Elder Sun is joking. The old monk is used to lounging in this mountain. How can he enter the Buddha's Dharma Eyes? Just stay in this temple and serve the Bodhisattva."

Wukong's expression changed and he sneered: "You old Zen master is so funny. You are obviously a Buddhist, but you don't bother to achieve the right path. Even the Buddha looks down on you, but you are willing to worship a mere Bodhisattva all day long. You don't know how to do it."

Why?"

Zen Master Jinchi raised his head and stared at Wukong for a long time, but he just shook his head and said: "Elder Sun is overly complimentary."

Wukong wanted to ask more, but Xuanzang stopped him and said: "Wukong, don't be rude. Everyone has his own ambitions. The old Zen master is indifferent to fame and fortune, so why do you bother to ask?"
Chapter completed!