Chapter 608: The Chang'an Ranger (thanks to Bai's illusory 30,000 starting point coins)
North India·Qunv City.
This city has its own legend. In other words, the Chinese translation of this city comes from the legend recorded by Xuanzang himself. It is probably that the first king here gave birth to a hundred daughters, and there was a fairy who was transformed into an old tree.
Falling in love with his daughter.
What is recorded in the text is ‘the mind is infected’.
As a result, none of the king's daughters were willing, so they had to send the youngest and unattractive one away.
This god with skin like dead wood was so angry that he cursed the other ninety-nine women to bow their waists.
That’s why it’s called Qunv City.
Xuanzang said at that time that he could break the curse.
When King Harsha asked about this ancient history, Xuanzang talked about Buddhism.
By reciting the Diamond Sutra of Mahayana Buddhism, you can cut off all worries and gain access to all outflows, and you can break the curse.
When Wei Yuan asked in private.
"Do you know how to break spells?"
"don't know."
"Then how do you explain it?"
After thinking deeply, the monk replied: "You should hold on to the power of vajra and cut off all worries."
A lot of people fall in love with a little girl at a young age, and if they don't get it, they curse it. Is this thing also a fairy?
If it were him, he would have swung his Zen staff round and hit it.
This is called vajra power.
Beat that dead wood immortal to death.
Isn’t the spell solved?
This is called putting an end to worries.
Of course he said it with a joke, but Wei Yuan felt that with Xuanzang's character, he would really be saved on the spot when he saw such a so-called immortal. Judging from the legend, the immortal with a face like a dead tree, his body
There is a high probability that it is a tree demon similar to the grandma in A Chinese Ghost Story.
As for whether Xuanzang could handle it or not.
Just ask that grandma if she has the courage to attack the Mahayana Heaven of Buddhism, the Buddhist Liberation Heaven, Mahadeva Venerable Tripitaka, and the Great Master. Wei Yuan even doubted that the tree demon in The Legend of A Chinese Ghost Story could not break Xuanzang at all.
Defend.
However, this once-discussed Qunu City, which was considered the most prosperous city in Northern India at that time, has already been reduced to ruins.
The Harsha Empire fell apart after the death of King Harsha.
It was never unified again.
Countless talented kings once opened up vast empires with their own hands, and such great achievements naturally perished after their own deaths. Only the First Emperor, although he died, the great unification he created has always been passed down from countless generations.
The emperor stands out.
Qin's political laws have been implemented for hundreds of generations.
Now Chang'an is still Chang'an City, while Qunv City has long since become a small town in the county.
Wei Yuan found a place where he could see the original location of the city. He sat down cross-legged casually and looked at this not-so-busy place. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he could still see the Qunu City and the ring of the year.
Japanese Empire.
The city is steep and majestic, with towers and pavilions facing each other, flower forests and ponds, bright and clear mirrors, and many exotic and exotic goods gathered here.
Live happily and have a prosperous family.
"It's like a dream..."
Wei Yuan smiled and whispered.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could still see scenes from the past. The wind blew through the remains of the years, carrying the wind of the past and falling on the shoulders of the current knight.
Over there, there used to be a pool with various lotus flowers growing there. There was a market, where fruit sellers and grain sellers were lined up. The square was surrounded by sculptures and pools, and there would be monks and sages communicating with each other.
Argue, and the children will watch carefully.
The farthest point is the Jialan Pagoda, which goes straight into the sea of clouds.
At the small stall, there will be knights from the Tang Dynasty, looking up at the clouds in a daze, thinking about the flying flowers in Chang'an city of the Tang Dynasty. Shi Pantuo is sighing and laughing next to him.
The King Seal strode forward.
The knight-errant of the Tang Dynasty raised his head and looked at the king next to him.
The two of them were drinking here.
"Can't you stay here?"
King Harsha issued the invitation again, frowning:
"You can become my strongest general and let Xuanzang stay. He can return to secular life. My sister, the most beautiful beauty in the whole of North India, has practiced Hinayana Buddhism for him. Although she has no great wish to save all living beings,
I have also been able to control my troubled thoughts.”
"No, no."
"We won't keep it anymore."
"Why, do you doubt our friendship?"
"No, of course not!"
"Then why?"
The knight-errant of the Tang Dynasty shook his head and laughed and said:
"You are very kind to us, but after all, this is not home."
"Home?"
"yes."
The Ranger sat cross-legged, his body swaying, his ponytail swaying, and he had a Bodhi leaf in his mouth. There was a smile in his eyes and a smile in the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be immersed in joy, like
It’s going to be brewed into a jar of fine wine, he said:
"Do you know how joyful it is to ride a horse to the north? Do you know how intoxicating the wind in the south of the Yangtze River is? Do you know how unrestrained and wanton it is to ride a fast horse, drink with your neck raised, and fly over the Hukou Falls of the Yellow River in one leap?"
"Do you know the wind in Chang'an?"
"Do you know the sound of the Tang Dynasty passing by Longshouyuan?"
"Do you know the glory of Yan and Zhao, and the magnificence of Qin and Jin?"
"No matter how nice this place is, it is not our home after all. If one day we do not return to that land, then Xuanzang and I will be wandering wanderers after all. This place of peace is my hometown. This sentence is not true.
It has been proved that only my hometown can make my heart settle down."
"Even if you are a wanderer, you always want to go home."
King Harsha stopped trying to persuade him, and the two of them drank and got drunk.
Parting after being drunk.
"Our friendship will never change. I'm waiting for you to come back and continue drinking with me."
The king said this.
Entering into the history.
When I close my eyes, the voices and smiles of many friends who have passed by are very clear. Is it afternoon? Or is it just after noon? Shipantuo is sighing, the camel bell is shaking, the sun is streaming down from the gaps in the leaves of the Bodhi tree, and the big beard is louder.
The sounds of laughter, hawking, selling wine, quarreling, and children’s laughter are all so real.
When I opened my eyes, it was just a piece of debris. Shipan Tuo, Harsha King, Xuanzang, and the place where he had been drinking all turned into smoke and dissipated away, sealed in the dim yellow past. What came and went was modern Beiyin.
People, even the ruins of King Harsha have disappeared, only the sun shines on their faces as it did back then.
Wei Yuan used his backhand to insert the Jiri Sword upside down on the ground.
Take out two wine bowls from your sleeve robe.
A jug of wine.
Sitting on the ground for a moment.
He poured the wine into the bowl.
A smile appeared on the face of the ranger of the Tang Dynasty. He picked up his wine bowl and raised his wine glass to the city and his friends from 1,500 years ago. He smiled and said softly: "I'm back."
.”
"With the fine wine of Chang'an."
"Bringing flowers from Chang'an."
During the chat with the bearded man, Wei Yuan whipped up the fine wine from Beiyin more than once, and blew up the fine wine from Chang'an City to such an extent that golden lotuses surged from the ground. To be honest, he was also poor at that time. When it comes to good wine,
I'm really sorry, I haven't drank much. After all, Wang Xuance is not well-off either.
And if he said to Xuanzang, 'I have no money, give me money, I'm going to drink!'
The monk probably grabbed the Tianling Cap with one hand and dragged him back on the spot.
A full-time streetwalker in Chang'an City.
You actually came to a monk to borrow money to buy wine and food?!!
That Tathagata Buddha’s family is unfortunate! His family is unfortunate!
It’s just that although I have never drunk Chang’an wine, sitting on a soft embroidered carpet in the palace of Beiyin, drinking wine in a gold vessel, I still recall the rice wine in Chang’an in the past. There seems to be something in it.
The wind in Chang'an comes from the food in Qilu, so it's all good.
Wei Yuan raised his glass alone and clinked it with the wine vessel in front of the Sun Sword.
Then he tilted his neck and drank. In the eleven years of ancient India, when they first met, they thought each other was a gangster looking for trouble. He leaned against the withered old tree, looked down at the past, drank the first bowl, and said to himself:
"Tianzhu."
Then came the second bowl, and whispered: "Chang'an."
The third bowl. "Returning home."
The fourth time, I filled a whole bowl, almost to the point of overflowing. I paused and drank it all in one gulp, with great momentum.
"One Hundred Thousand Li Sword!"
Then the breath became softer: "Buddhism."
"Jialan."
Wei Yuan drank bowl after bowl of strong wine. After the blue, Qianqiu, fighting swords, walking back and forth, holding swords from north to south, east and west, asking about heroes and enemies, all were swallowed into his belly one by one, and he drank enough.
Eleven bowls of wine.
All the scenes of the past were swallowed up with this Chang'an wine. Wei Yuan seemed to be drunk. For a moment, it was not clear whether the person sitting here was the museum owner of later generations, the knight-errant of the Tang Dynasty, or just
Show your character.
In the end, eleven bowls of wine were used to drink all the wine.
The Chang'an Ranger of the Tang Dynasty, who could not pour out a drop of wine no matter how hard he poured it, looked at the place that had long been transformed into neither objects nor people. He was stunned for a long time, laughed loudly, and finally lost interest. He threw away the Chang'an wine and stood up staggeringly: "
Let’s go! Let’s go!” With a flick of his sleeves, all traces of the Jie Sun Sword were wiped away, as if it were an ordinary object left here.
Eleven years of travel.
We have known each other for eleven years.
I'll give you eleven bowls of strong wine.
This sword was given to me by you, and it has been going around for a thousand and six hundred years, and now it is returned to you, Big Beard.
That is to say, there is a beginning and an end.
A person of my generation, a person of my generation...
The ranger staggered away.
The ancient divinity and the Sword of the Sun, represented by the mythical concept, stayed here, overlooking the ruins of Qunu City below just like King Harsha did back then, while the knights of the Tang Dynasty left in great excitement without even taking a look.
The Harsha Sword that exudes scorching divinity.
His steps paused.
As if it was an illusion, or maybe he was drunk, behind him, it seemed that there was still the same city of Qunu, with camel bells ringing, Shipantuo, and drinking friends there. Xuanzang was giving sermons, just like those old men.
The monks were taking a nap, the beautiful co-master was watching Xuanzang, and the bearded man was holding a sword and holding a glass of wine, looking at him.
Sixteen hundred years ago, the heroic king smiled and asked: "What are you thinking about?"
The ranger who stared at the white clouds in trance said: "It's nothing."
Sixteen hundred years later, You Xiaer has never looked back.
In the end, he just waved with his back to Qu Nu City and his past friends.
Say it loudly:
"gone!"
Come out of the memories.
The wind blew over the sword, and the Harsha Sword whistled, as if it was humming.
Wei Yuan returned to Qingniu's place. The white-haired young man, who smelled of alcohol, was furiously scrolling through his mobile phone. His eyes were red. When he saw Wei Yuan coming back, his eyes widened and he said angrily: "Potter, where did you go? You
Where did it go?!"
He stretched out his hand to grasp Wei Yuan's collar.
However, Wei Yuan raised his hand to hold him down, and Wuzhi Qi was stunned by the latter's natural reaction.
Wei Yuan didn't notice, and his tone was relaxed and cheerful, even with a hint of gentleness:
"That sentence? I lied to you."
Wuzhiqi was stunned, and then became furious:
"you!!!"
Wei Yuan said doubtfully: "I thought that with Shuijun's intelligence, shrewdness and courage, you could see through my trap at a glance..."
"Could it be that...you actually fell into the trap?"
"?!!"
Wuzhiqi's voice stopped suddenly, and he was stunned for a long time, then he gritted his teeth and said every word:
"Of course...of course it's obvious."
Wei Yuan touched his palms and sighed: "As expected of Shui Lord!"
"awesome."
"That is to say, my trap has not had any negative impact on you at all, right?"
Wuzhiqi was choked by a sentence. He held it in for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a sentence from the gap between his fangs:
"……right."
The free and easy ranger smiled. The old man Qingniu saw that the Harsha Sword, which naturally had a vast mythological concept, was no longer in his hand, and he was surprised and said:
“What about mythological concepts?”
"left behind."
"Not taking it away?"
"What to take?"
The old Qingniu was stunned, looking at the young man in front of him who answered casually, and then couldn't help but put his hands on his hands and laughed, saying: "Master's teaching is right, Master's teaching is right, you don't need to learn anymore, any foreign things are
It’s just impurities. You have attained enlightenment, you already have the path, hahaha..."
He laughed heartily, then smiled and whispered in his heart.
I don't have to worry about you anymore.
Wei Yuan originally planned to leave directly, but the green cow had changed into a prototype again.
Wei Yuan stroked the big green bull and sat on the back of the green bull as he had for more than two thousand years. He took out his mobile phone and opened Zhang Ruosu's contact. He originally sent a long joke like before, but in the end he
Everywhere has been deleted.
Finally sent out.
Just six words.
"The ancestor of Taoism returned to his country."
ps: Today’s second update... 3,800 words, thank you for Bai’s unreal 30,000 starting points, thank you~
Well, although I have some time, I have to prepare well for the next time, the next big one, tomorrow.