When Xuanzang arrived at Nalanda Temple, he received the largest welcome.
After four years of trekking, You Xiaer was already twenty-five years old. As for Xuanzang, he was already thirty-two years old. As a welcome to him, the entire Nalanda Temple was filled with loud drums, unprecedented.
The welcome ceremony is for monks from distant countries.
"...It's really majestic."
Chen Yuan hugged his sword and sighed.
Shi Pantuo next to him nodded affirmatively. After three or almost four years of trekking, he was already thirty-eight years old and somewhat calmer. Leaving aside the knight-errant, he now had no feelings for Xuanzang.
He was so surrendered that he could become brothers with the King of Gaochang and let the Turkic Khan send troops to escort him.
A monster who converted the king of a country overnight.
Shi Pantuo even doubted whether there would be a more fierce monk than him in the future.
Probably never again.
Generally speaking, monks are either fierce or strong at best.
This monk is fierce and strong.
Chen Yuan touched his belly, then touched Xuanzang's bald head, and began to think deeply about dinner.
Shi Pantuo said worriedly: "We are in a foreign country, shouldn't we be bullied?"
"They dare!"
The knight sneered a few times, and the sword behind his back began to whistle in a low voice. It was very good. Xuanzang had always sharpened this sword for him. I don’t know why, but it became more and more handy. If anyone doesn’t have a good eye,
The monk bullied me, don't blame him for being so fast with the sword.
Unfortunately, the ranger didn't get the chance to show off his skills.
Xuanzang received the highest degree of courtesy.
In the Nalanda Temple, which has more than 10,000 people, the monks who want to enter are all talented people. Otherwise, they will even be stopped by the sweeping monks. Here they not only study Buddhism, but also include folk classics, and even
There are also arts and medicine.
Among more than 10,000 people, Xuanzang was one of the ten tallest people upon his arrival.
He stayed here for five years.
At that time, Buddhism had already begun to decline, and various legends were mixed and unclear. On the contrary, Brahmanism was prevalent, so it was said everywhere that this was the place where the Buddha had been, and this was the place where the Buddha had attained enlightenment. How should I put it, in one word,
Whoever can brag is the best.
The locals didn't believe it.
Just to deceive foreigners.
"It's all bragging, I'm telling you."
One day, Shi Pantuo was unhappy and slapped the table and cursed: "I spent money and bought them a drink, and then these brats told the truth. They said this was the place where Buddha had his enlightenment. They were all nonsense and lies."
Go there and meditate, and then you’ll receive the money.”
Chen Yuan was surprised: "Is it fake?"
Shi Pantuo said: "Of course it's fake, Monkey... No, I mean, ahem, Yuan."
"If you don't believe me, why don't you ask him?"
He pointed to another monk on the table, who nodded awkwardly.
But Chen Yuan was very confused.
Xuanzang was equally puzzled.
The two brothers looked at each other: "So you were bragging?"
"That's right, I thought it was realistic."
"I also thought it was realistic."
"But this is normal."
"Yeah, no wonder it took me more than a month to have an epiphany."
"It turns out he was bragging."
"No wonder it's so."
You Xia and Xuanzang looked at each other in confusion.
"It's just that it took you more than a month to stop..."
Shi Pantuo answered the question smoothly, and then his face became stiff little by little.
What's wrong with you?
The monk next to him almost choked to death after taking a mouthful of rice and coughed violently.
The ranger scratched his head and said, "Didn't I say that?"
"Our hometown is more accustomed to being realistic in these matters."
Xuanzang replied with a gentle face: "But I think that even if it is bragging, there should be some interesting places. It cannot be all bragging. You should go there. After all, it is the place where Buddha walked. Although there are
The legend is exaggerated, but if Buddha could do it, I can definitely do it too."
The corners of Shi Pantuo's mouth twitched and he fell into a daze.
God is so realistic.
What the hell is living in the minds of you Tang Dynasty people?!
Write a ghost story... even ghosts don't believe it.
No, ghosts can't, and the monk will save him with just one slap.
Shi Pantuo fell into self-tangle.
But the monk next to him was already numb and stunned——
What does it mean that if Buddha can do it, so can you?
There are a lot of legends added to it!
But no one knew that after the monk from China gently expressed his wishes, he followed the path of the mythical Buddha's enlightenment and then used his old skills. It took him three years to transform the seventy-seventy-year-old Buddhist country in India.
Traveled to many countries.
That was the last afterglow era of Buddhism, and Nalanda was also its most glorious period.
The Buddhist debate at that time was extremely cruel. The loser either became a disciple of the winner, or simply cut out his tongue to show that he would never talk about Buddhism again in this life. Only true Buddhist monks can condense the relics.
The son is an extremely solemn treasure.
At that time, Xuanzang once took the place of the abbot of Nalanda Temple to debate Buddhism.
In the end there was no one to challenge.
Xuanzang sighed sadly.
Chen Yuan asked strangely: "What's wrong? Is the competition over?"
The monk from China nodded boredly: "Yes, the competition is over."
"No one challenges me anymore."
"Why?"
"Oh, this..."
The monk scratched his bald head and said, "They are all my disciples now. There must be no comparison, right?"
Chen Yuan: “…………”
Everyone in the two sects became his disciples and belonged to Xuanzang's sect.
Later generations only know that Xuanzang brought back a large number of Buddhist scriptures. In fact, apart from these Buddhist scriptures, there are also seven Buddha statues that can be used as treasures to suppress the sect, as well as Buddhist true cultivation schools, a total of one hundred and fifty.
Grains of relics...
No one asked the affable Master Xuanzang.
Where did these things come from?
Perhaps the Buddhist monks of that era were so generous that they could even give Xuanzang the most precious treasure of the Zhen sect.
That must be the case.
It can’t be the result of Master Xuanzang debating Buddhism and directly challenging various Buddhist schools. Hahaha, how is this possible?
And time went back to the day Xuanzang set out, Chen Yuan stayed at Nalanda Temple bored.
But I heard that Shi Pantuo had been stopped by someone, and it was said that various things ridiculing Datang and Xuanzang were spread. Chen Yuan, who was already bored to the limit, was overjoyed, and then ran out with his sword. When he went, he was already there.
Shi Pantuo, who was in his forties, was trampled to the ground and could not get up.
Chen Yuan's originally excited face turned slightly cold.
The person stepping on Shi Pantuo was an extremely majestic man. He looked at Chen Yuan with a provocative smile:
"Are you that Tang man's follower?"
"I heard that the monk from the Middle Earth has great wisdom, but it's a pity that I haven't seen it. However, there is a saying in the East that those who are close to red are red. I think you are nothing more than that."
Shi Pantuo shouted: "Monkey, run!"
"he is……"
It's a pity that Shi Pantuo couldn't say what he said.
The twenty-nine-year-old ranger flicked his wrist, and the sword flew out of its sheath, knocking away the two guards with thick arms, and then suddenly stepped forward, like a tiger, with his footsteps on the ground.
Go up, the spine is slightly raised, and the right arm follows.
This move is terrifyingly violent.
Under Shi Pantuo's helpless gaze.
The majestic man punched hard in his right eye socket and flew backwards with a bang. At that moment, the whole street seemed to be quiet, or rather terrifyingly quiet. Then the ranger firmly remembered the key points of the street fight and directly
He turned over, clenched his fists, and punched the opponent's forehead several times.
The majestic man was furious and punched back.
A hearty street fight.
In the end, the Chang'an Ranger of the Tang Dynasty and the eternal nightmare of the bad guys in Luoyang were slightly better.
He only had a black eye socket.
Both eye sockets of the majestic man were black.
Leave a sentence: "You wait!"
He left with his entourage. Although he had two dark circles under his eyes, he was still very proud when he left, as if he had won the battle. The ranger spat, and then pulled up the horse bandit who fell on the ground.
, the latter looked pale and said: "That's a noble man, we are in trouble."
"What about dignitaries?"
You Xiaer sneered: "He was the one who started it."
"Although you have Hu people's ancestry, you can be considered a member of Guazhou, the Tang Dynasty. The people of the Tang Dynasty are being bullied outside. How can you just watch helplessly? Of course you have to clean it up properly, no matter who it is.
Who can I find?"
The ranger was proud of himself.
And the majestic man actually came again later, but this time it was a sword competition.
The ranger welcomes all comers.
Relying on the martial arts honed by his journey to the west, he won more than he lost. Along the way, he traveled across many countries. He witnessed the secrets of more than 110 countries in this mysterious era that never died, and traveled 50,000 miles westward.
Integrated into the swordsmanship, the sharp edge is revealed and there is a lot of accumulation.
When you look at mountains, they are mountains; when you look at water, they are water.
How many swordsmen have crossed 800 miles of desert, boundless grasslands, and entered the sword with 5,000 meters of snow-capped mountains?
After going back and forth for three years, I got quite familiar with him, and later I found out that this majestic man was a playwright, and he especially liked stories about love and love. One of his most proud plays was called "Love Story".
Probably, the king fell in love with a maid at first sight. As a result, the princess became very jealous and secretly tortured the maid. Only later did she discover that the maid was not only a princess, but she was even blessed by the gods. Whoever married her could rule the world.
She was the niece of the princess, so the king married this maid, and the family was harmonious and happy.
After listening to the bearded man's story, Chen Yuan had a look on his face as if he had eaten a fly. Under the latter's expectant gaze, he reluctantly said: "This... is not bad. The main thing is that you are not a king. Fortunately, you are not a king. Otherwise,
I must think that you are crazy and you must have fallen in love with your princess's niece."
"And this guy is definitely very afraid of his princess, so he can only enjoy the story."
"Why do you think he is a coward?"
As a result, it turned into a proud bearded expression as if he had eaten a fly.
The knight-errant raised his neck and drank.
Noticing the strange look in his bearded friend's eyes, he raised his eyebrows.
"Why, you're not happy because I told you a story you like, how about a fight?"
The bearded man squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Hit!"
The two had a good fight.
In the end, the bearded man was defeated again and left angrily, using curse words from all seventy countries in India.
And this day should have passed like this, but when Xuanzang came back, he was invited by King Harsha who unified northern India. And it was extremely strange that he also invited the ranger who had always been considered to be Xuanzang's guard. Although the ranger
I was confused, but I went anyway.
After all, King Harsha is almost the biggest hero in the whole of India, with a mighty momentum.
There is a strong tendency to unify India.
Of course, the more important thing is that he is also the financial backer of Nalanda Temple.
All the wine that the ranger drinks belongs to this guy.
But when they met that day, the ranger actually saw his bearded friend, and then the bearded friend sat on the throne majestically. This made the ranger stunned, and the bearded man laughed heartily, quite.
I'm satisfied with that guy's expression. In fact, he really has the nature of a playwright and likes these story-like experiences.
King Harsha, the last hero in ancient Indian history.
The last king who unified most of India by native Indians.
He ascended the throne at the age of 17. For six years, he did not take off his armor or his saddle, and he marched eastward and westward.
Then he ascended the throne as emperor.
At this moment, he didn't know that his life had come to an end, and he didn't know that after he passed away, in the 1,400 years, the aborigines of this land would not be able to produce another person like him.
He has never been independent and has always been conquered. If he knew this, he probably wouldn't be able to close his eyes.
At this moment, he just laughed and revealed his true identity. After talking with Chen Yuan and Xuanzang all night, he expressed his yearning for the Tang Dynasty, and immediately sent envoys to Chang'an to form an alliance.
"Does any of you want to meet your friend? You can ask him to come with you."
King Harsha asked this.
Xuanzang shook his head, while Chen Yuan hesitated and said: "I have a good friend named Wang Xuance. I don't know if he is free now. If so, he must have the ability to serve as a foreign minister."
"good!"
King Harsha readily agreed.
In the document to the Tang Dynasty, it was written that people who heard about Wang Xuance wanted to come here.
Later, Wang Xuance sent an envoy here as expected.
And when he first came to the Harsha Empire as an envoy, he got very close to King Harsha.
In the year when he first met Xuanzang and Chen Yuan, after the dinner, King Harsha pulled out his sword and threw it to Chen Yuan. The latter looked over curiously and saw the fine patterns on the blade.
The lines exuded obvious burning divinity, and Ruo looked at King Harsha with confusion.
King Harsha smiled and said: "This is my sword. Harsha's name is the Sun God who upholds the precepts."
"So this sword is blessed by the gods. I give this sword to you."
"You will be the master of this sword of the sun god. Holding this sword will be enough to command the gods."
"In exchange, I hope to get your sword, my friend."
This is the etiquette between friends and friends, warriors and warriors in many countries.
Besides, with King Harsha here, this sword is of no use, let alone commanding the gods.
Just exists as a gift from a friend.
King Harsha hoped to use this to show that the friendship between them would not be affected by their status.
You Xiaer took out his sword with his backhand, brushed the blade, and handed it to King Harsh. The two exchanged swords. You Xiaer's Tang Sword was placed in the palace of Harsh Empire, and the sword was almost directly modeled after ancient times.
The Harsha Sword forged by divinity was casually put into the cowhide scabbard, and when he recalled this scene.
Wei Yuan in West Kunlun moved his fingers slightly.
A wisp of breath escaped, and then rolled down the back of West Kunlun.
In a seal somewhere in ancient India, a red fire that had been silent for thousands of years dimly lit up.
Later, Xuanzang wanted to return to China.
They also faced the last and greatest threat and carnival on the entire westbound journey.
PS: Today’s third update…………
King Harsha, truly the last local hero of India, who unified northern India and even had the possibility of sweeping the whole of India, met Wang Xuance for the first time. When he came the second time, King Harsha passed away.