Chapter 462: Meeting and parting since ancient times, the right path in the world is vicissitudes
That day, Xuanzang lit lamps and candles in the temple and did not wait for the knight to return.
The next day, the knight came to Ci'en Temple and never set foot in the palace again.
"I'll just stay here with you and sort things out."
Later, they even left the already built Ci'en Temple and came to the more remote and secluded Yuhua Temple. Here, Xuanzang combined his sudden enlightenment of Buddhism with what he had learned in Tianzhu and re-translated it.
He wrote an unprecedented classic, the Mahaprajna Sutra.
When translating, the knowledge gained by the translator will also be mixed into it.
In the eighth year of Xianqing's reign.
Chen Yuan knew that his young friend Wang Xuance had passed away.
He rarely went to Chang'an City. Chang'an City was becoming more and more prosperous. The knight leaned against the old tree opposite the Wang family's residence. The long hair on his temples had already turned pure white. He was also getting older. But
Unexpectedly, Wang Xuance, who was younger and could fight better than himself, would leave one step ahead of him.
Chen Yuan took out a wine gourd from his arms and faced the flying white paper and his crying family members.
Facing the wooden coffin, he toasted a glass of wine from afar.
Xuance, the king of the Tang Dynasty, destroyed an entire country with one man.
In any case, in an enemy country or other territory, this kind of arrogance cannot be ignored.
Just passed away.
"Okay, let's go!"
You Xiaer took a long sip of wine, his face turned red and he was drunk. A middle-aged man wearing sackcloth and mourning came over holding a box, "Are you Uncle Chen? This is the last thing left by my father."
"His meritorious service back then led him to ask for this item from the late emperor. He originally wanted to give it to you."
"But there was never a chance."
Youxiaer opened the wooden box and saw a simple waist badge inside.
As if he had drunk enough blood, the color was almost ink, and he could vaguely hear the roar of a tiger. On the front were engraved a few large characters, "Han Sili Xiaowei", but on the back was nothing. He remembered that he and his friends were together when he was young.
Chang'an was drunk and wanted this token at that time.
However, Wang Xuance said that he would mention it again after he had made a great contribution.
So it was you who did this for me and asked the emperor for this thing?
The ranger was stunned for a long time, laughed several times, and suddenly threw the badge back to the middle-aged man.
The swordsman of the Tang Dynasty pointed at the tomb and laughed: "Wang Xuance!"
"Let's go!"
"If there is an afterlife, I will fight with you again with swords and wine!"
Throwing the sword at the funeral, we parted. How can we imitate the weeping of children? We should part with a sword, send each other with wine, sing and drink wildly, and leave with laughter.
But he never looked at the Crouching Tiger Order again.
The dignitaries along the way were all frightened, and the war horses were horrified and did not dare to run. However, the middle-aged man holding the wooden sign saw the sword at his feet. The knight had untied the sword and sent it to him, but at this moment on Chang'an Zhuque Road, the sword energy was strong.
Pure, yet unprecedented, it unconsciously filled the vast sky.
Chen Yuan returned to Yuhua Temple this time and really almost never left here again.
In Chang'an City, all old friends have disappeared.
Wang Xuance is dead.
Back then, the little girl wore a thick golden crown and lived high in the deepest part of the palace wall.
Chen Yuan brought wine, and he drank in this temple on weekdays. He even drank and copied scriptures, and sat on the stone wall in his spare time to scream. Some monks also went to Xuanzang to complain, but this eminent monk just shook his head helplessly.
Just smile and don't care.
In addition to helping to copy scriptures, Chen Yuan was also responsible for Xuanzang's diet.
"When I was in Tianzhu, I just wanted to eat noodles in Luoyang."
The monk was quite satisfied.
The ranger with white temples just sighed: "No way, what do the people of Tianzhu say? The bearded people are pretty good, but even the Khan of the Western Turks despises the people over there, so you know what it's like over there.
, everything I eat can be turned into paste, I can’t stand it for a long time.”
"Well, Yuan, you still make the noodles authentically."
Xuanzang sighed with a smile.
In the first year of Linde's reign in the Tang Dynasty, all the monk's insights in his life were integrated into this sutra that he translated. Millions of words were translated. This is a number that is so huge that it makes people despair.
I know how many monks were daunted by it, but Xuanzang completed it without hesitation, but his whole body looked slowly getting older.
This year, Tang Xuanzang was sixty-two years old.
After nineteen years of traveling, plus nineteen years of arduous translation, and presiding over the Dharma circle that gathered Buddhism, he finally fell ill.
………………
"As expected of you."
You Xiaer 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 again in the future."
"By the way, what do you want to eat for lunch? I've prepared it for you."
"What can I say about the chefs here in Chang'an? They still can't make the same taste as our hometown. It's a pity that Xuance is gone. Otherwise, his cooking skills would actually be very good. But there is one thing. He likes drinking more than me.
You can still drink it, but you probably can’t stand it.”
"But that's enough for you. We walked through the snowy mountains and deserts back then."
"You actually fell down in this small Yuhua Temple yesterday. Tsk, you are getting old."
The ranger joked, and then helped sort out the vast files in the sea of stars.
The monk sat on the bed and said gently:
"After all... I am just a mortal named Xuanzang, and after all, I am not the Buddha that is passed down from mouth to mouth."
The ranger raised his eyebrows and said casually: "Just follow the Buddhist teachings you left behind. After thousands of years, you will be like the Buddha, leaving such and such legends here and there. Then
Didn’t you just become a Buddha?”
"These Buddhist teachings?"
The monk regretted: "Maybe it will be passed down to two generations at most and then it will gradually disappear, right?"
"Two generations?!"
"Did you say too much? It will probably disappear within a generation..."
Xuanzang said softly: "I originally felt that there were too many illusory Dharmas in the world, so I wanted to find a truly correct Dharma. I felt that the monks at that time were in a complete mess because they did not have a true Dharma.
standards, then I will find a new standard.”
"Step by step, it's not empty talk, nor is it burning incense. Can burning incense recite the Buddha's name? It certainly doesn't work. I think people at that time used their own desires to worship external objects made of soil and stones. Then
Are they worshiping Buddha? No, they are just worshiping their own desires."
"I want to find a real way to follow the path to self-enlightenment."
"But when I came back, I discovered that most people also came here for fame, not for wisdom. They gathered here for their own desires. It was better when I was still there, but now that I'm gone
, these disciples who have desires in their hearts will definitely choose to fight for my mantle."
"They have seen that I have been favored by His Majesty, but they cannot see the danger behind it...Such a high reputation is not a good thing for a monk. There may be huge disasters in the future.
.”
"But I've been prepared."
The monk laughed, and said with some pride in his eyes: "I asked the two saints to write the stone tablet and placed it in front of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, so it was a big disaster caused by the monks in the future. I think the future we arranged
There will be no problem with your hands."
Chen Yuan couldn't help laughing.
Xuanzang coughed a few times and said, "Ayuan, come here."
"Hmm? What's the matter?"
The knight turned around and walked to the bedridden monk.
The monk retracted his gaze from the window, paused, and suddenly asked:
"How many years ago did we set out from Chang'an..."
The ranger sat down cross-legged, counted on his fingers, and said, "It's been nineteen years since I came back."
"It took me a full nineteen years on the road. After all, it has been thirty-eight years."
"...Thirty-eight years."
The monk murmured softly and suddenly laughed:
"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. I had an older brother and an older sister. My father was very strict, but there were times when he was soft-hearted. I remember that when I was a child, I could not recite Confucian scriptures.
, he slapped my hand, and when I woke up at night, I saw him mending my clothes. At that time, no matter what it was, I couldn't get angry anymore."
"But when I went back to Luoyang two years ago, we could no longer find our home."
"I only found my sister, and she also had white hair. I was surprised when I looked at her. Is this gray-haired old woman my sister? She would leave delicious food for me when she was a child.
In my memory, she was a gentle and beautiful woman, but later I realized that I was already old."
"My father and mother's graves can no longer be found. It was very difficult to put them in order."
"At that time, I realized that I was already so old, even older than when my parents passed away. It turns out that life is something that seems long when I was young, but turned out to be very short when I was done. When I thought about it,
"In the future, you will have to go through life one after another. If you gain and lose again, you will feel worried and forget. How painful it must be."
"In that catastrophe, we have done everything we can do, and we can only leave it to fate."
"But it suddenly occurred to me that there is another gift I can give you."
"come here."
The monk stretched out his hand and pressed it on Chen Yuan's forehead.
When the knight was stunned, a majestic Buddhist power was transmitted from the monk's palm to his eyebrows, hidden in his true spirit. This was another awakened person in the world after Siddhartha Gautama.
, this kind of power is enough for the ranger to solve the mystery of the womb in his next reincarnation.
The ranger's pupils shrank, and he finally reacted and struggled violently, but the Buddhist magic power filled his body and he could not move.
The monk looked tired and said softly: "The translation of the Buddhist scriptures has been completed, and my life span has come to an end."
"You may still suffer a lot during the great calamity in the future."
"But I think you should be able to overcome it."
"Speaking of which, being able to be with you this time in my life, I really think this world is very interesting."
The monk finally stretched out his hands to rub the ranger's head and said with a smile:
"I've wanted to do this for a long time."
"There were too many people along the way, so I was embarrassed."
"I don't know if A Yuan is happy with your journey..."
Chen Yuan's eyes widened, and for some reason, his vision suddenly blurred.
In the blur, I seemed to see the Chang'an of the past and the desert outside the Great Wall. The young and handsome monk walked forward on the horse. He was still as young as before with his eyebrows flying. He turned around and waved to him, laughing.
He shouted to follow him quickly, and then walked further and further away. No matter what, he could no longer catch up with him.
The old monk closed his eyes and whispered: "I have lived enough in this life."
"I won't live another life..."
Cause and effect in one life.
I won’t live another life...
Leave knowledge to your disciples and hope to the future.
And he himself chose to die in this era.
Shi Pantuo stood up in panic. He dreamed of countless pagodas collapsing, and the wind from Chang'an was blowing. The bell hanging under the pagoda kept ringing, and the palm pressing on Chen Yuan's forehead fell gently.
Xuanzang of Tang Dynasty.
Dead.
PS: Today's third update... 3,400 words. I thought about it for a long time, but didn't know how to elaborate it, so I just wrote it down in a straightforward way.
True Buddhist practice does not seek the afterlife.