(Anti-theft prevention, nightly modification)

But he said that he came to the top of the mountain gate and saw that it was indeed a temple. But he saw the layers of palaces and pavilions, and the corridors were selected. Outside the three mountain gates, thousands of colorful clouds were covered; in front of the Wufu Hall, thousands of red mist were surrounded by pine and bamboos, one forest of cypresses, two roads of pine and bamboos, two roads of pine and bamboos, no year or record, and one forest of cypresses, with color and beauty, and the bell and drum towers were high, and the tower was steep. An Zen monk was determined, and the sound of crows and birds were idle. I was lonely and lonely,

Qingxu has Tao, fruit, Qingxu. The poem says: The upper temple - the garden hidden in green nest, and the mother-in-law is attracted to the Pure Land world. There are few monks in the world who are famous mountain. The elder got off his horse, the walker took off his shoulders, and was about to enter the door, but he saw a group of monks coming out of the door. Look at how he looked like: wearing a left hat on his head, wearing a pure garment, copper rings and ears, silk belts tied his waist. The grass carries a steady flow, and the wooden fish holds his hands. He always recites in his mouth, and always takes Prajna to his conversion. When Sanzang saw it, he stood by the door.

After asking, the monk quickly answered the ceremony, laughed and said, "Where did you come from? Please come to the abbot to offer tea." Sanzang said, "My disciple is an imperial envoy from Dongtu, and went to Leiyin Temple to worship Buddha and pray for scriptures. At this point, it was getting late, and I wanted to borrow the temple for a night." The monk said, "Please go inside and sit in, please sit in." Sanzang called the traveler to lead the horse in. The monk suddenly saw the appearance of the traveler and was a little scared, so he asked, "What is the thing that leads the horse?" Sanzang said, "Speak quietly! Speak quietly! He is impatient. If he hears what you say, he will be annoyed. He is my disciple."

The monk shivered and bit his finger and said, "Is this ugly guy so good to call him a disciple?" Sanzang said, "You can't tell, it's ugly, it's very useful."

The monk had to go into the mountain gate with Sanzang and the practitioner. In the mountain gate, he saw four big words written on the main hall, which was Guanyin Zen Temple. Sanzang was very happy and said, "I have repeatedly felt the grace of the Bodhisattva, but I have not yet kowtowed me. Now I meet the Zen Temple. I feel very happy to thank you." When the monk heard this, he ordered the Taoist to open the door of the hall and ask Sanzang to worship. The practitioner tied his horse, threw his luggage, and went to the hall with Sanzang. Sanzang spread his back and relaxed his body, covered his chest and kowtowed to the golden elephant. The monk went to play the drum, and the practitioner ran to hit the bell. Sanzang leaned down in front of the platform and prayed in love. The monk stayed at the drum, and the monk just kept on the drum, and the practitioner just kept hitting the bell, either tight or slow, and after a long time, the Taoist said, "What's the matter with you?" The practitioner threw the bell and pestle and smiled and said, "You know,

I am a monk who hits the bell for a day." At this time, I was alarmed by the monks in the temple, the elders of the upper and lower rooms. They heard the bells ringing and they all set out: "That savage is ringing the bells and drums here?" The walker jumped out and said with a loud voice:

"It was your grandfather who was fooling around!" When the monks saw it, they were so scared that they all crawled underground and said, "Grandpa Lei!" The traveler said, "God of Thunder is my great-grandson!"

Get up, don't be afraid, we are the masters from the Tang Dynasty in Dongtu." The monks just worshiped and saw Sanzang, they were not afraid. The master of this temple asked, "You guys come to the abbot to serve tea." Then they untied their reins and led their horses, carried their luggage, turned to the main hall, entered the back room, and sat in sequence.

The lord of the courtyard presented tea and arranged for a vegetarian offering. It was still early, and Sanzang said that thanking him was not finished. He saw two children behind him, supporting an old monk. See how he dressed up: a square hat on his head, a shiny top of the cat-eye stone; a collared velvet shirt on his body, and the golden edge of the jade hair shone brightly. A pair of monk shoes gathered eight treasures, and a stick embedded in cloud stars. His face was full of wrinkles, like the old mother of Mount Li; a pair of dizzy eyes, but like the Dragon Lord of the East China Sea. His mouth was not connected with the wind, and his waist was hunched and bent and became muscle cramps. The monks said, "The master is here." Sanzang bowed and greeted him, "The master, the disciple bowed." The old monk returned the ceremony and sat down again. The old monk said:

"I just came out to see you when I was the one who came from the Tang Dynasty in Dongtu." Sanzang said:

"Build a treasure mountain lightly and do not know how good you are. I will forgive you for your sins!" The old monk said, "I dare not, I dare!" He asked:

"Master, how much does it take to get here in Dongtu?" Sanzang said: "It is more than 5,000 miles away from the border of Chang'an; I crossed the Two Realms Mountain and accepted a small disciple. I went all the way through Xifanha-guo, and after two months,

It took another five or six thousand miles to reach the noble place." The old monk said, "It's also thousands of miles away. My disciple wasted his life and never went out of the mountain gate. It's the so-called "what is the old master's life?" The old monk said, "I'm two hundred and seventy years old." The traveler heard it and said, "Is this my grandson for generations?" Sanzang glanced at him and said, "Be careful! Don't you know the height and the low to hit people." The monk asked, "Master, how old are you?" The traveler said, "I dare not say it." The old monk said, "I just acted like a crazy word, so he said, "I'm just talking about it."

I didn't mind, and I didn't go back, just called for tea. A little boy took out a plate of mutton fat jade, and three tea bells with blue and gold inlaid; another boy picked up a white copper pot and poured three cups of fragrant tea. It was really a beauty that bullied the porridge and the taste was better than the fragrance of osmanthus. When Sanzang saw it, he praised it and said: "Good objects! Good objects! What kind of food and utensils!" The old monk said: "Dirty eyes! The master is a country in the heavenly kingdom, and he reads all kinds of treasures. How can he be awarded such a utensil? The master came from the country, but what treasures can he have to look at with his disciples?" Sanzang said: "Pity!

There are no treasures in my east land, sometimes, the distance is long and I can't take it." The traveler said, "Master, I was in the bag the day before yesterday and saw that the robes were not a treasure? Take them to see how?" The monks sneered one by one. When they heard about the robes, they sneered. The traveler said, "What are you laughing?" The master said, "The master said that the robes are treasures, and they are ridiculous. If you say robes, there are more than twenty or thirty pieces like us. If you talk about my master, you have been a monk here for 250 or 60 years, there are seven or eight hundred pieces!" He called, "Take it out and take a look." The old monk said, "Take it out and take a look."

He was also showing off his behavior, so he asked the Taoist to open the warehouse. Toutuo carried the cabinet, then carried out the twelve cabinets, placed them in the courtyard, opened the lock, set up clothes hangers on both sides, pulled ropes around, shook the robes one by one, and asked Sanzang to watch. It was indeed a full-house embroidery and silk walls! The walkers looked at them one by one, and they were all wearing flowers and brocades, embroidered and gold-plated items. They smiled and said, "Okay, okay, okay, put them away! Take out ours too." Sanzang pulled the walker and said quietly, "Advisor, don't fight with others for wealth. You and I are single, so I'm just wrong."

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The practitioner said, "Look at the cassock, what's wrong?" Sanzang said, "You have never paid attention to it. The ancients said that rare and good things should not be seen by greedy and treacherous people. If you enter your eyes, you will move your heart; if you move your heart, you will have plans. You are a fear of disaster, and you will respond to your request; otherwise, you will die and die, and all will come from this, and the matter will be very small." The practitioner said, "Don't worry! It's all on Lao Sun!" You see, he said, "Don't worry! It's all on Lao Sun!" You see, he said without saying anything, and he is anxious.

He walked away and untied the bag. There were already a ray of light bursting out, and there were two layers of oil paper wrapped around it. After the paper was removed, the robes were taken out! When the monks shook open, the room was filled with red light and colorful energy filled the courtyard. When the monks saw it, they all praised it. What a good robes! There were: thousands of clever pearls fell, and thousands of strange Buddha treasures were accumulated. The dragon beards were laid on the top and bottom, and the coloured silk was spread on all sides, and the monsters were destroyed from then on, and they were covered with ghosts and charms. They were made by the immortals. They were not a real monk.

When the old monk saw such a treasure, he was indeed moved to the evil spirit. He walked up to Sanzang and knelt down at Sanzang, tears in his eyes and said, "My disciple is really unrequited!" Sanzang helped up and said, "What do you mean by the master?" He said, "The master has just unfolded this treasure. It's too late, but his eyes are blurred and I can't see clearly. Isn't it a chance?" Sanzang's teaching: "The lamp on the palm is coming, let you look again." The old monk said, "Grandpa's treasure is already bright. I light the lamp again, and I'm lit it. Don't think of seeing it carefully." The traveler said, "What do you want to see?" The old monk said:

"If the master is relieved, I will teach my disciples to take it to the back room and take it carefully for a night, and send it back to the master tomorrow morning, but I don't know what kind of respect is?" Sanzang heard that, he was surprised and complained to the practitioner and said, "It's all you! It's all you!" The practitioner smiled and said, "What's wrong with him? When I pack it up, I will teach him to take it to see it. But there is a sutra, and it's all Lao Sun who is in charge of it." Sanzang couldn't hold it back, so he handed the robes to the old monk and said, "From you look at it, it's just that it will be returned to me tomorrow morning, and you must not be damaged." The old monk liked it, so he took the robes in, but ordered the monks to clean the front memorial hall, take two rattan beds, set up a bedding, and ask the two masters to rest; one wall box also taught to arrange to see off tomorrow morning, and then they all dispersed. The masters and disciples closed the memorial hall and did not sleep.

But the monk tricked the robes, held them under the lamp in the back room, and cried bitterly at them. The monks in the temple were so panicked that they did not dare to sleep first. Xiao Xingtong didn't know why, but went to report to the monks: "My father-in-law cried until the second day of the day, but he didn't stop." Two disciples, who were his beloved, came forward and asked, "Master, why are you crying?" The old monk said, "I have no chance to cry, I can't bear to see the treasure of Tang Monk!" The young monk said, "My father-in-law is tall and has given his robes and placed them in front of you. You just need to untie it, so why should I cry?" The old monk said, "Look, look, "Look, look, "

It doesn't last long. I am 270 years old this year and have earned hundreds of cassocks. How could I have this one? How could I be a monk of Tang?" The young monk said, "I am a disciple of the master. Tang monk is a monk who leaves his hometown. You are so old that you have enjoyed it. Why do you want to be a monk of the walking robes like him?" The old monk said, "Although I am free to sit at home and enjoy the evening scene, I can't wear this robes. If I teach me to wear them for a day, I will close my eyes even if I die. It's also my monk to come to the sun for a monk!" The monks said, "It's so unreasonable! What's the difficulty of wearing them?

We will keep him for one day tomorrow, and you will wear him for one day. If you keep him for ten days, you will wear him for ten days. Why cry like this?" The old monk said: "Even if he keeps him for half a year, he will only wear him for half a year, and he will not be angry. When he wants to go, he has to go with him. How can he stay for a long time?"

Just as he was talking, a young monk named Guangzhi came forward and said, "My father-in-law, it's easy to be long-term." The old monk heard this and said, "My son, what are your opinions?" Guangzhi said, "The two monks Tang are walking people. They worked so hard that they are asleep now. We think of a few powerful people, took a gun, opened the meditation hall, killed him, and buried his body in the back garden. Only my family knew about it, but they also found out about his white horse, bags, but they put them in.

The robes were left, thinking that the treasure of heirlooms was not a long-term plan for descendants?" The old monk was very happy when he saw this, but he wiped his tears and said, "Okay! OK! OK! This plan is wonderful!" Even though he packed up the gun, there was another young monk named Guangmou, Guangzhi's junior brother, who came forward and said, "This plan is not good. If you want to kill him, you must see the movement. The white-faced one looks easy, and the fur-faced one looks difficult. If you can't kill him, you won't bring disaster to yourself?

I have a method of not using swords and guns. I don’t know what you mean?" The old monk said, “My son, what are you doing?” Guangmou said, “In my opinion, now I call the big and small houses of Dongshan. Each person wants to dry a bunch of firewood. He put the three Zen halls and set fire to him, and taught him to have no way to go, and even burn him with a fire. When people saw it in front of and behind the mountain, they just said that he accidentally left the fire and burned my Zen hall. But didn’t the two monks burned to death? They were so easy to cover up. Isn’t the cassock the treasure of our family heirloom?” When the monks heard this, they all said, “Strong! Strong! Strong! This plan is even better!” So ​​they taught each house to bring firewood. Alas!

This plan made a long-lived old monk do his best to make his life, and the Guanyin Zen Temple turned into dust! It turned out that there were seventy or eighty houses in his temple, more than 200 people in size. That night, he carried firewood and surrounded the front, back and forth, and arranged for fire to be set.

But the master and disciple of Sanzang have settled down. The practitioner was a spirit monkey. Although he was sleeping, he only kept his spirit and refining his energy, and was vague and awakened his eyes. Suddenly, he heard people who were not staying outside, and the sound of firewood was flying. He wondered: "At this time the night was quiet, how could anyone walk?

Don't dare to be a thief who was plotting to kill us?" He jumped up with a bone, trying to open the door and look out, but he was afraid to wake up the master. Look at him, he turned into a bee, he turned into a sweet mouth, a poisonous tail, a thin waist, a light body, and a flying willow through flowers and willows, a sticky catkins and a fragrance like falling stars. The small body can carry weight, and the buzz can ride the wind. But he drilled out from under the rafters and saw that the monks were carrying firewood and grass, and they had surrounded the meditation hall to set fire. The traveler laughed secretly and said, "According to my master's words, he wanted to harm our lives and plot my cassock, so he had such a poisonous heart. I was about to beat him with a stick, but I couldn't help but beat him, and I beat him to death with a stick. Master blamed me for committing crimes. So, let's go! Let's take a sheep with him, use a trick, and teach him how to stay!" The good traveler jumped onto the south with a somersault In the Tianmen, Pang Liu Gou was so scared that he bowed, and Ma Zhao Wenguan controlled his back, and said, "No! No! The master of the Tian Palace is here again!" The traveler shook his hand and said, "Don't be surprised, don't be surprised, I'll come to find the King of Guangmu." He couldn't say it, but he met the King of Heaven and Kings early, and said, "Long Kuo, long Kuo. I heard that Guanyin Bodhisattva came to see the Jade Emperor, borrowed the Four-value Gongcao, Six Dings and Six Jias, Jie Di, etc., to protect Tang Monk to go to the west to obtain scriptures, and said, "You have become a disciple of him, how can you get free today?" The traveler said, "Don't talk about it. Tang Monk met a bad person on the road and set fire to him. It's extremely urgent. I'm here to find you to borrow a fire shield and save him. Come and send him a message to the envoy and return immediately." The king said, "You are a bad person. Since you are a bad person, you should only use water to save him. How to get a fire shield?"
Chapter completed!