Jinshan Temple has never changed since Jiang Liu was sensible.

  High mountains, small temples, more than a dozen brothers and sisters, three or two elders, the same bell tolls every morning, day after day, year after year.

   The wind and rain of the outside world seems to have nothing to do with this ancient temple.

  The believers seem to have always been a few families at the foot of the mountain. Occasionally, there is a donor who comes from afar to pay homage to the Buddha, which will make the abbot Master Faming happy for a while.

   But whenever the excitement passed, Faming couldn't help but worry again.

   "There is no tree in Bodhi, and a mirror is not a stage. There is nothing in it, so where can it cause dust." For a long time, Faming kept repeating this sentence.

  Jiangliu knew that Faming was blaming himself for his own pleasure.

  Buddhists believe that there is nothing and no self, and being happy for the donors who came from afar to come to pay homage to the Buddha is a sign of insufficient practice.

   "Why is being happy also a sign of insufficient practice?"

  Jiangliu couldn't help thinking.

   Growing up in Jinshan Temple, he was familiar with almost all Buddhist scriptures. All the brothers, the abbot and several elders praised him for having Buddha bones. Unfortunately, Jiang Liu never cared about it.

  The answer to the question is clearly written in the scriptures. For some reason, Jiang Luming knew the correct result, but he still felt that the book of Buddhist scriptures was pressing on his chest like a boulder, making him breathless.

   Fortunately, the innocence of the child can always make him forget the troubles that do not match his age.

   He never pays homage to Buddha or recites scriptures. Every day, he fiddles with children in the village to dig out bird eggs. Funny cricket live. But whenever Faming couldn't stand it and wanted to criticize him, he always answered fluently, and even Faming was speechless.

   Every time he came to this point, Faming would always smile bitterly and say: "Young is worse than blue, defending the law for the teacher. But it's not as good as you. I just hope that I can see you make great achievements for the teacher in his lifetime."

  Jiang Liu always laughed, but didn't answer.

   He knew that the "great deeds" mentioned by Faming were nothing more than attaining Buddhahood on the ground.

   But does Jiang Liu really want to become a Buddha?

   Buddha said that he was free from the sea of ​​suffering, but Jiang Liu couldn’t bear the smile that came from his heart. Why is it that even the power to be happy is also lost when one is transcended from the eight sufferings?

   As the days passed, Jiang Liu turned from a little troublemaker to a child's head. It's still up and down the mountain.

finally. Eighteenth birthday is here.

  Faming came to Jiang Liu, and asked him to receive full ordination and become a real monk.

  Jiang Liu took off his monk hat, stroked his proud hair, and asked, "Is it okay if you don't shave your head?"

   "How can you not cut off the world as a monk?" Faming asked rhetorically.

   "Did the master cut it off?"

"This…"

   "If you cut off the world, why would you still open a temple? Cultivation of Buddhism is a person's business. What do you do with others? Isn't this clearly written in the scriptures? If the mind is clear, the world will be clear."

Faming closed his mouth, he knew that he couldn't argue with Jiang Liu, so he could only watch him happily put the monk hat back on again, turned around and walked around while humming, and sighed in a singing voice: "If the slashing continues, What's the use of shaving your head? What's the use of shaving your head!"

   Helpless, Faming could only list him as a lay disciple, and assigned him the mundane task of carrying firewood and carrying water.

   One day, Faming was chanting scriptures in his room. Jiang Liu suddenly came to Faming on his own initiative, and bowed to him: "Master, my disciple wants to go down the mountain."

  Faming was startled and quickly said, "Go down the mountain? Why did you go down the mountain?"

   raised his head, Jiang Liu said softly: "My disciple heard that he came along the river and wants to find his biological parents."

   Hearing this, Fa Ming frowned and waved his hands: "That's just a mundane affair. It's okay to ignore it."

   "I can't figure it out, so how can you cut it indiscriminately. What's the use of cultivation if you keep cutting it?"

   Seeing that Jiang Liu was again arguing for the law, Faming fell silent.

   For a long time, he blinked his already old eyes, and said softly: "It's not that the teacher is not allowed, it's just that the world is so big, where are you going to find it?"

"Since you came along the river, you must be looking for it along the river. If you have a fate, you will be able to find it. If you don't have a fate, you can cut off your disciple's thoughts. Please also ask the master to complete it." After that, Jiang Liu bowed again. go down.

When    raised his head again, he quietly stared at Faming. Those eyes are as clear as they can see the truth of heaven and earth, so clear that it makes people feel inferior.

   After a long time, Faming could only smile bitterly and said, "Cause and effect cycle...Teacher, go and fetch the red sandalwood box for Master."

   "Yes." Jiang Liu kowtowed, turned around and went to Faming's couch to fetch the red sandalwood box that he thought of as a treasure on weekdays.

   unlocked, Faming took out Yi Jinjuan and handed it to Jiang Liu: "Teacher, look."

   This Jinjuan feels smooth and extremely tender, and it is the finest fabric that Jiang Liu has never seen in his life. It's just that Toujuan was shocked to see the bloodstains in every word.

   Turning over Jinjuan, Jiang Liu's complexion suddenly changed greatly, his face was full of fear he had never seen before: "Master...Master, since he knows his apprentice's background, why didn't he tell him earlier!"

"Although I know my background, I am afraid that I will miss your practice, so I will not announce it. Today, you insist on going down the mountain, so you have to..." Faming hesitated, took out a single-shirt and handed it to Jiang Liu with a slight trembling, saying: "This single-shirt was originally I came in the same basket with you, and you take it well, and the right should be a token."

  Jiang Liu only felt a surge of qi and blood, and he wanted to spray it out, but he held back and bowed deeply.

   "The disciple has left the world. If he returns, he will always accompany the master to repay the kindness of his 18 years of upbringing."

   "Go." Faming closed his eyes deeply.

  Jiang Liu silently walked out of the Jinshan Temple and went straight down the mountain without saying a word.

   At this moment, clouds are flying in the sky.

  …

   The next day, Jiang Liu came to a private yamen in Jiangzhou, begging to see his biological mother Yin Wenjiao.

  The yamen saw that he was wearing a monk's robe, but he had long worldly hair. He only said that he was a robber and was not allowed to enter.

   At the time of the heated debate, a middle-aged woman pushed out the door.

  Jiangliu saw that he was born gracefully and showed a luxurious air in his gestures. He immediately went to pay his respects and said, "The female benefactor is polite."

   When the woman saw the river, she turned pale in shock, unable to speak, looked at it carefully, and showed doubts on her face. He put his hands together and said respectfully, "Who is the little master?"

   "My ancestral home is Haizhou, and now I am a lay disciple of Jinshan Temple."

   "Haizhou?" The woman asked again: "Since it is Haizhou, why did you become a monk in Jiangzhou?"

   "Gaiyin's father was the champion of high school. He was sent to Jiangzhou by the emperor's order. He encountered thieves on the way. His father was killed, his mother was taken, and I was exiled to Jiangzhong at the full moon. Fortunately, Jinshan Temple's mentor rescued him and saved his life."

  The woman's face turned pale, and she hurriedly held Jiang Liu's wrist and said, "Please come in and sit down."

   To be seated. Tea was served. Screening back, the woman asked angrily, "Is there any proof of what the little master just said?"

  Jiang Liu took out the blood book and offered it with both hands: "There is a blood book on the undershirt as proof."

   The woman was suspicious, opened the blood book and glanced at it, but she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, after a while. With an embarrassed look on her face again, she said lightly, "The cheap concubine is Yin Wenjiao."

  Jiang Liu suddenly opened his eyes, knelt down immediately, and shouted: "Mother is above, please accept the child's bow!"

   For some reason, he couldn't see the slightest joy in Yin Wenjiao's eyes. It is reasonable to say that after eighteen years of separation, it should not be like this.

   Could it be that there was a mistake in the letter?

  Yin Wenjiao helped the river flow. He asked the warmth of the cold, and asked about the past of these eighteen years, just like a mother's face, but did not mention revenge, only said: "What will my son want next?"

   "Go to Beijing, sue the imperial court!" Jiang Liu answered decisively.

  Yin Wenjiao suddenly turned ashen, and said sadly, "No."

   "Why not?"

   "My son is already a monk. How can I manage worldly affairs?"

   "How can a child who has not shaved his hair or received the precepts count as a family member? Such a great revenge, do not retaliate for being a son of man!"

  These words were firm, Yin Wenjiao hesitated again and again, and could only sigh: "How can you easily tell the imperial status, your grandfather is the Prime Minister of Yin, and when I write a letter, you can go to Chang'an and hand it over to him."

   After saying that, Yin Wenjiao took the pen and ink, a letter, sealed it with wax, and gave it to Jiang Liu.

  Jiang Liu received the letter and bowed three times to Yin Wenjiao before leaving the private yamen gate.

   went straight back to Jinshan Temple, Jiangliu packed his bags, and hurried to Chang'an day and night.

  …

   Half a month later, Prime Minister Yin's Mansion on Huangcheng East Street.

   "Please inform the donor on your behalf that a relative from Jiangzhou is visiting." Jiang Liu said to the servant who was holding the door.

The doorman looked up and down Jiang Liu's eyes, he was still in the same clothes, but it was already dirty after many days of traveling, and immediately shouted: "Go, go, little beggar, go elsewhere! Where are your relatives here! "

  Jiang Liu hesitated for a moment, and had to change his mouth: "I am a wandering monk in Jiangzhou. I was asked by Yin Wenjiao, the daughter of Prime Minister Yin, to bring a letter from home.

   After saying that, he took out the unopened letter from his sleeve and gave it to the servant.

   The little servant was suspicious, took the envelope and glanced at it, thinking that he was illiterate, so he opened the side door and quietly entered.

   After a while, the door opened, and an old man with white hair and luxurious clothes came out with the crowd. The thing in his hand was the letter he just handed over.

   Seeing the old man, Jiang Liu immediately knelt down on his knees and shouted, "Grandpa, please accept my nephew!"

   After saying that, there are three ringing heads.

  Yin Cheng met Jiang Liu and was overwhelmed with emotion. He took Jiang Liu's hand and went to the house.

   Waiting to be seated, Prime Minister Yin said: "I already know about your parents. My nephew is already a monk, and I will ponder this matter carefully. You stay here."

   "It's all up to my grandfather!" Jiang Liu immediately bowed.

   That night, Prime Minister Yin arranged a residence for Jiang Liu. After so many days, he had no shortage of food and clothing, but he did not mention revenge again. He just wanted to give Jiang Liu the position of abbot of the temple.

  Jiang Liudao: "The great revenge has not been avenged, he has no intention of thinking."

   Prime Minister Yin was just talking about him from left to right, without going into details.

   After a month or so, Jiang Liu Annai couldn't help, and went to the imperial city alone. When he saw an old man with a high crown who was about to leave the city, he made it clear that he was coming. He was immediately introduced and sued the imperial court.

   That night, Prime Minister Yin received an urgent decree from Emperor Tang, and when Mian Sheng returned to his residence, he saw Jiang Liu, but he just sighed blindly.

   The next day, Prime Minister Yin sent 60,000 imperial troops to Jiangzhou and arrested Liu Hong and Li Biao, who had killed Jiang Liu's father's enemies.

   In response to Jiang Liu's request, Li Biao was beaten alive in the street, and he petitioned the Holy Inquisition to cut Liu Hong's heart at the Hongjiang Ferry to sacrifice his late father Chen Guangrui, and he was granted permission.

   On the day of the memorial service, Jiang Liu invited his mother Yin Wenjiao to go to Hongjiang Ferry to watch, but Yin Wenjiao stayed behind closed doors, but Jiang Liu had no choice but to go alone.

   After Liu Hong was dissected to pay homage, he suddenly saw a corpse floating on the river. Looking closely, he saw that the corpse's face was exactly the same as that of Jiang Liu!

  Jiang Chuchu cried bitterly. Thought the dead father appeared.

   Before thinking about it, the corpse actually opened its eyes and came back to life. It only said: "The golden carp that was released that day was the Dragon King here, so it was rescued by it. The soul of the corpse was collected, and it was revived today because of the injustice."

  Suddenly I heard that a ya service officer came to report: "The madam hanged herself and left a letter saying: 'One woman does nothing for two husbands.'"

  Jiang Liu suddenly felt a thunderbolt in the clear sky and cried, "Why does mother do this?"

   Prime Minister Yin only sighed: "Daughter Zhenlie, who committed herself to the thief in order to protect her relatives and sons, and today's injustice is snowed. I will go."

   After saying that, the crowd returned. Ignore the river flow.

  Hongjiang Ferry, leaving only Chen Guangrui and Jiang Liu.

  Jiang Chuchu cried bitterly, but Chen Guangrui just kept silent. After a long time, Fang said: "You are kind to me, and Fang will tell the truth."

  Jiang Liu was puzzled, sobbing and shouting, "Why did my father say that?"

   "You know. When is your birthday?"

   "I only know that it is the height of summer."

   "Do you know when my mother and I got married?"

"This…"

   "Start of spring." Chen Guangrui said lightly, then turned around and left.

   A thunderbolt flashed across the sky, and Jiang Liu suddenly realized that he only felt a sharp pain in his chest, a blood spurted out, and fell into a coma.

  The local fishermen sent Jiangliu back to Jinshan Temple, where he was in a coma for seven days.

  …

   Seven days later, Jiang Liu woke up. In a trance, I saw Master Fa Ming handing me a bowl of clear water.

   After drinking, Faming went to pour again.

  Jiang Liu asked: "Master, is that blood book something that came along the river with your disciple?"

  Faming's body shook, his back turned to the river, but he was silent.

"Before my mother got married, she had contacts with Liu Hong. I am Liu Hong's son and have nothing to do with Chen Guangrui. Today I think about it, the blood letter is exactly the same, and it encouraged me to go to Beijing to file a lawsuit, but it did not mention that the disciple's biological father was Chen Guangrui. Come to think of it, it must not have been written by my mother..."

  Faming did not answer.

   "Why are I so similar to Chen Guangrui, but not like that Liu Hong. Master, my disciple is bitter." Jiang Liu sighed, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

  Faming lowered his head and poured the water, and then handed the water to Jiang Liu, saying: "Since you know the suffering of the world, why not become a Buddha?"

  The river didn't catch the water, and only said: "Master, can you tell me who is with you in the blood book?"

"That day, my teacher rescued you from the river. That night, the Tathagata of Zhengfa Ming asked for a dream and told him that if you want to go down the mountain, you will hand over this blood book, no need to say more. When you wake up, you have seen the blood book placed on the bed. "

   "The Tathagata of Zhengfa Mingming?" Jiang Liu said with a wry smile: "Why did he trap me in a place of injustice. My mother abandoned me in Jiang, and I am afraid it will have nothing to do with it."

  Faming folded his hands together and sang: "Anita Buddha, Liu Hong's sins are serious, and today's fruit is also the evil cause of his own seeding. There is no need to blame yourself."

   "What kind of fruit did the disciple plant?" Jiang Liumang said blankly: "Could it be that the disciple was a sinful person in the past life, and in this life, he is going to suffer the fate of killing his parents and harming his mother, and he will betray his parents and leave?"

"Good and evil, black and white, are all born from the mind. If you take what the world likes as your own happiness, and what the world hates as your own evil, you will definitely enter the demon barrier, and you will not be able to extricate yourself. If there is a way, if the mind is clear, the world will be Ming. Disciple's suffering today is all because of his unclear mind."

   "Knowing, but not understanding."

   "This is the suffering of all beings."

  …

   is night, when the Dharma Bright Tathagata falls into a dream.

   "Jin Chanzi, do you understand?"

   "Golden Cicada?"

"You are the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi and became a Buddha. Later, when you were confused, you voluntarily fell into reincarnation and practiced for ten lifetimes. I hope that you will suffer from the suffering of life and seek the true way in your heart. The period of ten lifetimes has now expired. If you become enlightened, start now. You should practice diligently, get rid of the eight sufferings, and one day you will return to the ultimate bliss and become a Buddha."

   In the dream, Jiang Liu's face was indifferent, like autumn water like a mirror.

   "The position of the Buddha? My suffering, if I get rid of it through practice, what should I do with the suffering of all sentient beings? I am not the only one who suffers from this suffering in the world."

"This…"

"When you become a Buddha, you must let go. You have no desires, no desires, and no obsessions. Every time I see believers coming to pay homage to the Buddha, I want to laugh. It is clearly written in the Buddhist scriptures. They blindly bribe Buddhas, but they don't know that Western Buddhas are already there. When he became a Buddha, he lost his heart and liver, so how could he be able to benefit him?"

"To become a Buddha is to cross yourself, but what do you do for sentient beings? Those sentient beings who want to get out of the sea of ​​suffering will naturally go through all kinds of hardships to follow the Buddhas to beg the Dharma. Why do you need to worry about it? Jin Chanzi, you have had this delusion in your previous life, and you still have it in this life. I am afraid that I have entered a demon barrier, and I will not be able to cultivate the void in this life."

   After that, leave the dream.

  Jiang Liu slowly opened his eyes, everything in front of him was hazy: "Fix the void? Humph."

   A few days later. Jiang Liu recovered, flipped through Buddhist scriptures, and locked himself in the Sutra Collection Pavilion every day.

  Faming just said that Jiang Liu had an epiphany, and he felt relieved, how could he know that Jiang Liu's long hair fell off day by day. until one disappears.

   One day, Jiang Liu came to Faming's seat, bowed three times and bowed nine times, and said, "Master, this disciple must travel far."

   "Going far? Where do you want to go?"

   "Xitian Leiyin Temple!"

   Suddenly I heard a thunderbolt passing by the window on a sunny day.

  Faming was shocked.

  …

   Legislative name Xuanzang, but no ring scar.

   After half a month, Xuanzang came to Chang'an. Looking for the old man who was introduced that day. After being recommended, I can see Yuyan.

   Above the temple, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty sat high on the dragon chair and looked at Xuanzang carefully.

  I saw Xuanzang wearing the cassock presented by Faming before his departure, holding a staff with nine rings, and wearing a red crown of Buddhas on his head. His bearing was extraordinary.

   "Who is kneeling?"

   "The poor monk Xuanzang. He is a wandering monk."

   "What do you want?"

   "The poor monk wants to go to the West to seek the scriptures. I beg your Majesty's permission to approve the customs clearance and ensure smooth travel."

   Taizong lightly stroked his long beard and said, "I am a great country in the Tang Dynasty, and there are thousands of Buddhist scriptures, why do I need the West to obtain them?"

   "This is the scripture of passing oneself."

   "The scripture of crossing yourself? You monk said it interestingly, you don't ask for yourself, do you also ask for someone else?"

   "What the poor monk asks, transcends all beings."

   "Transferring sentient beings? I heard that the Buddha taught people to be bhikkhus. From the Tathagata to beg for the Dharma to practice spirituality, and from the bottom to the laity to beg for food to support the body. To transcend sentient beings, why do you need you?"

   "All beings are ignorant, so how can they endure this kind of penance? Therefore, it is not widely spread."

   "Oh? What do you want?"

   "If the Western Buddhas do not cross sentient beings, I will cross. If the Western Buddhas do not send sutras, I will go and fetch them. If all sentient beings do not seek the Dharma, I will send them. All sentient beings will not cross themselves. I will cross all sentient beings."

   After the call was finished, the entire hall was silent, and every courtier present was stunned for a moment.

   After a long time, Taizong said softly: "Buddhism needs to cut off obsessions. You have such a nature, you already have obsessions, how can you become a Buddha?"

   "In this life, in this life, I do not seek to become a Buddha, but to purify all sentient beings. I also hope that Your Majesty will be fulfilled." After speaking, Xuanzang bowed deeply.

   At this moment, everyone in the hall looked at Emperor Taizong.

   Taizong didn't say anything. He just looked down at Xuanzang and pondered. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Such a monk is indeed rare. It's a pity that the state religion of the Tang Dynasty is Taoism, so it is not allowed."

   "If the poor monk insists on going?" Xuanzang raised his head suddenly, his eyes indifferent.

   "That is to resist the decree and disrespect, and it should be beheaded at the Meridian Gate." After that, Taizong made a move to cut down with a knife.

   Xuanzang was silent.

   Taizong said again: "I often hear that monks don't tell lies. Today in this hall, I want you to swear that in this life and this life, you will not go to the West. Otherwise, you will be punished by resisting the will."

   Xuanzang remained silent and did not worship.

   After a long time, Taizong flicked his sleeves and said, "Pull it down, enter the prison, and ask to be executed at noon tomorrow!"

  …

   It was night, when Xuanzang was meditating in prison, a jailer came angrily.

   "I am the transfiguration of the Tathagata of Zhengfa Ming, Jin Chanzi, do you know what's wrong?"

   Xuanzang looked indifferent and replied, "What's wrong with the poor monk?"

   "You are obsessed with transcending sentient beings, but you don't know the ignorance of all sentient beings. Now you have been thrown into the heavenly prison, and you are only waiting for tomorrow to be executed. At that time, the tenth lifetime will be over, the hundred lifetimes of practice will vanish, and if you reincarnate, you will be no different from ordinary people."

   Xuanzang smiled contemptuously.

   "If you know you're wrong, I'll save you from fire and water. When you get out of the prison, you must practice asceticism, and you must not have the delusional idea of ​​transcending sentient beings."

Xuanzang closed his eyes, put his hands together and said, "All beings are ignorant, how could it be that you and I are also ignorant? How can you sit in the Buddha's seat when all living beings suffer? How can you become a Buddha if you have doubts in your heart? There is nothing to say. Just wait for tomorrow at noon to break the fate of this century."

   The jailer snorted coldly, turned around and left. After a while, he turned back and said, "Why do you insist on going west?"

   "In order to obtain the law, the law of purifying all sentient beings."

   "How do you know that there is the method you seek on this westward journey?"

   "I couldn't, so I asked the Tathagata to understand, and solved the doubts of the world!"

   "This is a 108,000-mile journey to the west. There are many demons and beasts, and there are many dangers. How can you get there with your naked eyes?"

   "If there is no way of heaven and earth, let me die on the road to the west, and in the next life I will no longer be a bald donkey that cannot cut off the world." After speaking, Xuanzang closed his eyes and said no more.

The jailer shouted, but he couldn't bear it. After a long time, Fang whispered: "On the way to the west, there is a mountain called Wuxing Mountain. Under the mountain, there is a **** monkey, who was the king of ten thousand demons 650 years ago. If he protects, The road to the west will be smooth. I will pass you two formulas, one can break the seal of the Five Elements Mountains, and the other can see the affairs of mortal people. This is the end of the contract of taking care of you and me that day. In the future, you can do it yourself. "

  …

   In the imperial study, Taizong read the memorial, but he couldn't see it for a long time, and he was very irritable.

   A minister asked quietly: "Why is your majesty like this?"

   "I'm thinking about the monk today. Purdue all sentient beings... I'm not as ambitious as I am, but it's a pity that I chose the wrong school."

   "I have a word, I don't know if I should say it or not."

   "Speak, I forgive you."

  The minister bowed his hands and said: "Recently, Taoism has become very powerful, and there is a tendency to infiltrate the imperial court and interfere in the government's affairs. If Xuanzang is allowed to fetch the scriptures, Buddhism will flourish, and it will be a way to contain it."

   "I have already recognized that Lao Tzu as my ancestor, you have no jokes."

  The minister bowed his head and said yes, and said no more.

   Not long after, a **** hurried in and said, "Your Majesty, the monk Xuanzang has disappeared in the prison today!"

   "Missing?" Taizong's hand holding the pen stopped slightly.

   "It must have escaped the prison to resist the decree and go to the west! Your Majesty can immediately draw up the decree, and let someone go to the west to search for it, and it must be recovered!" A minister cupped his hands and remonstrated.

   "Don't chase." Taizong shook his head.

   "Then, should someone send it to the customs clearance disc?"

   "No." Taizong still shook his head.

  The **** and the minister looked at each other and were at a loss. After a long time, the minister asked cautiously: "Then, did you notify the checkpoints along the way and let them go?"

   "No report." After saying that, Taizong smiled and reached out to pick up the memorial and review it carefully. ,

  …

   Outside Chang'an City, Xuanzang pulled back his horse and looked back, looking at the endless prosperity of Chang'an.

   "There is an autumn wind, there is a bright moon, one person and one horse, traveling west, that's enough!"

   A great journey that shook the Three Realms and Six Paths kicked off. (To be continued~^~)

  PS:  Well, the style of painting is different, do you have it? This chapter was written two years ago... Ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a reward, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for everything! !