Chapter 464 Meeting and Parting Since Ancient Times, the Right Way in the World Is Vicissitudes

On that day, Xuanzang lit up candles in the temple, but he never waited for the ranger to return.

On the second day, the ranger came to the Ci'en Temple, and he never stepped into the palace again.

"I'll stay here with you and settle the matter."

Later, they even left the completed Temple of Mercy and came to Yuhua Temple, which is more remote and secluded. Made an unprecedented classic - "Maha Prajna Sutra".

When translating, the epiphany knowledge of the translator will also be mixed into it.

In the eighth year of Xianqing.

Chen Yuan found out that his young friend Wang Xuance passed away.

It is rare for him to go to Chang'an City. Chang'an City is becoming more and more prosperous. The knight leans against the old tree opposite the Wang's mansion. His long hair at the sideburns has already turned into pure white. He is also getting old gradually, but Unexpectedly, Wang Xuance, who was younger than himself and could fight, left one step earlier.

Chen Yuan took out a wine gourd from his arms, facing the flying white paper, crying to his family.

Facing the wooden coffin, Yao Yao toasted a glass of wine.

Xuan Ce, king of the Tang Dynasty, destroyed a country with one person.

In any case, in the enemy's country, such arrogance is so lofty that it cannot be questioned.

Gone.

"Go well, let's go!"

You Xiaer gulped down his wine, his face flushed and drunk, a middle-aged man in sackcloth and mourning came over holding a box, "Are you Uncle Chen? This is the last thing my father left behind."

"He begged for this item from the late emperor for his meritorious service back then, and he originally hoped to give it to you."

"But there was never a chance."

You Xia'er opened the wooden box and saw a simple waist card inside.

It seemed to be full of blood, the color was already close to ink, and it seemed that he could faintly hear the roar of a tiger. There were a few large characters engraved on the front, the big Han Sili Captain, while the back was empty. Chang An was drunk and wanted this token at that time.

However, Wang Xuance said that he will mention it again after he has made such a great contribution.

So you made such a contribution for me and asked the emperor for this item?

You Xia was stunned for a long time, laughed a few times, and suddenly threw the waist card back to the middle-aged man.

Datang's swordsman pointed at the tomb and laughed loudly, "Wang Xuance!"

"Let's go!"

"If there is an afterlife, I will fight swords and drink with you again!"

Throwing the sword over the funeral, we leave, how can we cry like children, we should leave with the sword, send each other with wine, sing wildly and drink, laugh and leave.

But he didn't look at Crouching Tiger Commander again.

The dignitaries along the way were all startled, the horses were terrified and did not dare to run, but the middle-aged man holding the wooden sign saw the sword under his feet. The ranger had already untied the sword and sent it to him. Pure, yet unprecedented, it filled the vast sky unconsciously.

When Chen Yuan returned to Yuhua Temple this time, he almost never left here.

In Chang'an City, old friends are all gone.

Wang Xuance is dead.

The little girl at that time was wearing layers of thick gold crowns and lived in the deepest part of the palace wall.

Chen Yuan called for wine, and he drank in this famous temple on weekdays, and even drank and copied scriptures, sitting on the stone wall and shouting in his spare time, some monks went to Xuanzang to complain, but this great virtuous monk would just shake his head helplessly every now and then Smile, don't care.

Apart from helping to copy the scriptures, Chen Yuan was also in charge of Xuanzang's diet.

"When I was in Tianzhu, I just wanted to eat noodles in Luoyang."

The monk is quite satisfied.

The ranger with white temples just sighed: "No way, what do the Tianzhu people say? The bearded people are nice, but even the Western Turkic Khan despises the people there, so you know what it looks like there." , anything can be turned into mush, I can't bear it anymore."

"Well, it's still you, Yuan, who are honest."

Xuanzang smiled and sighed.

In the first year of Linde in the Tang Dynasty, all the enlightenment of the monk's life was integrated into this scripture he translated, and he translated millions of words. This is a huge number that makes people desperate. Knowing how many monks were hesitant, Xuanzang completed it without hesitation, but his whole body seemed to be aging slowly.

This year, Tang Xuanzang was sixty-two years old.

After nineteen years of trekking, plus nineteen years of arduous translation, he presided over a Dharma circle that gathers Buddhist teachings, and he finally fell ill.

………………

"As expected of you."

You Xia'er looked at the scriptures full of scriptures and said with emotion:

"There was no monk like you before, and I'm afraid there won't be any in the future."

"By the way, what do you want for lunch? I'll make it for you."

"What do the cooks here in Chang'an say? They still can't make the taste of our hometown. It's a pity that Xuan Ce is gone, otherwise his craftsmanship is actually very good, but there is one thing, he likes to drink, and he likes to drink more than me. You can still drink it, you probably can't bear it."

"But you are enough. Back then, the snow mountains and deserts were gone."

"You actually fell down in this small Yuhua Temple yesterday, tsk, you are old."

You Xia'er said with a joke, and then helped sort out the vast files.

The monk sat on the bed and said gently:

"After all... I'm just a mortal named Xuanzang, and after all, I'm not the Buddha that was passed on from mouth to mouth."

You Xia raised his eyebrows, and said casually: "Just according to the Dharma you left behind, after thousands of years, you will be like the Buddha, leaving such and such legends here and there. Haven't you just become a Buddha?"

"Are these Dharma?"

The monk regretted: "Maybe it will be passed down to two generations at most, and it will gradually disappear, right?"

"Two generations?!"

"Have you said too much, about one generation will disappear..."

Xuanzang said softly: "I originally felt that there were too many illusory dharmas in the world, so I wanted to find a true and correct dharma. I felt that the monks at that time were in a mess because there was no real dharma. standard, then I will find a new standard.”

"Step by step, it's not that kind of empty talk, nor is it burning incense. Can burning incense recite Buddha's name? Of course not. I think people at that time, with their own desires, worshiped foreign objects made of clay and stone. Is it prostration to Buddha? No, they are just prostration to their own desires."

"I wanted to find the real way to follow the path to self-enlightenment."

"But after I came back, I realized that most of the people came here for fame, not for wisdom. They gathered here for their own desires. It was better when I was still here. After I'm gone , These disciples who have desires in their hearts will definitely choose to fight and snatch my mantle."

"They see that I am now favored by His Majesty, but they can't see the danger behind it... Such a high reputation is not a good thing for monks. In the future, there may be a huge disaster. .”

"But I've been prepared."

The monk laughed, and said proudly from the corners of his eyes: "I asked the two saints to write down the stele and put it in front of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, so it is the disaster caused by the monks in the future. I think, the future we arranged hand, there will be no problem."

Chen Yuan couldn't help laughing.

Xuanzang coughed a few times and said, "Ah Yuan, come here."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

You Xia'er turned around and walked in front of the sick monk.

The monk withdrew his gaze from the window, paused, and asked suddenly:

"How many years ago did we set off from Chang'an..."

You Xia sat cross-legged, counted with his fingers, and said, "It's been nineteen years since I came back."

"It also took a full nineteen years on the road, so it has been thirty-eight years."

"...Thirty-eight years."

The monk murmured softly, then laughed suddenly:

"So fast."

"Speaking of which, when I was a child, I wanted to be a Confucian scholar. At that time, my father and mother were both there. There were older brothers and older sisters. My father was very strict, but he was also soft-hearted. I remember when I was young, I couldn't recite the Confucian classics. , He beat my hand, woke up at night, but saw him mending my clothes, at that time, no matter what it was, I couldn't get angry."

"But when I went back to Luoyang two years ago, I couldn't find our home."

"I only found my sister, and she also has gray hair all over her head. I was surprised to see her. Is this gray-haired old woman my sister? When she was a child, she would leave good food for me. In my memory, she was a gentle and beautiful woman, but it was only later that I realized that I was already old."

"My parents' graves can no longer be found, and it was very difficult to collect them."

"At that time, I realized that I was already so old, older than when my parents passed away. It turned out that life was long when I was young, but it was very short when I left. When I thought of , in your future, you have to go through one life after another. If you gain and lose it, you will feel worried and keep forgetting, how painful it must be."

"In that catastrophe, we have already done everything we can do, and we can only resign ourselves to fate."

"But it suddenly occurred to me that there is another gift that I can give you."

"come here."

The monk stretched out his hand and pressed it on Chen Yuan's forehead.

When You Xia was stunned, a majestic Buddhist power was transmitted from the monk's palm to his eyebrows, hidden in his true spirit. This is another enlightened man in the world after Gautama Siddhartha , This kind of power is enough for You Xia'er to solve the mystery of the womb in the next reincarnation.

You Xia's pupils constricted, he finally came to his senses, and struggled violently, but he couldn't move because of the power of Buddhism.

The monk looked tired and said softly: "The Buddhist scriptures have been translated, and my life span has come to an end."

"In the future catastrophe, you may still be very miserable."

"But I think you should be able to cross over."

"Speaking of which, the poor monk really thinks that this world is very interesting to be able to travel side by side with you in this life."

Finally, the monk stretched out his hands and rubbed the ranger's head, and said with a smile:

"I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"There are too many people along the way, so it's embarrassing."

"I don't know if you, A Yuan, are happy to walk this way..."

Chen Yuan's eyes widened. For some reason, his vision suddenly blurred.

Inside the blur, I seem to see Chang'an back then, the desert outside the Great Wall, and the young and handsome monk. The former horse walked forward, still with the same raised eyebrows, and still so young. Turning around, he waved to him and laughed. Shouting to keep up quickly, and then walking further and further away, no matter what I can no longer catch up with him.

The old monk closed his eyes and said softly: "This life is enough."

"I won't live the next life..."

One lifetime of cause and effect.

I won't live for the rest of my life...

Leave knowledge to disciples and hope to the future.

And he himself chose to die in this era.

Shi Pantuo got up in a panic. He dreamed of countless stupas collapsing, while the wind from Chang'an was blowing, the Dharma bell hanging under the stupa kept ringing, and the palm on Chen Yuan's forehead fell gently.

Tang Xuanzang.

dead.

PS: Today's third change... 3,400 words, I thought about it for a long time, and I didn't know how to carve it, so I fell down in a straightforward manner.

True cultivation of Buddhism does not seek an afterlife.

This was brought up a long time ago.