Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Xuanzang found himself in an extremely dark world.

He saw Xiao Tang holding an umbrella not far away, and made a gesture of spitting bubbles at him, then smiled sweetly, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

He wanted to follow, but a hand pinned his shoulder.

"let me go--"

Xuanzang turned his head, but froze there, his eyes moistened quickly.

"Master... Master!"

Master Sanle appeared behind him, still smiling, with loving and kind eyes.

Xuanzang threw himself into Master's arms, and said with a choked voice, "Master, I... I thought I would never see you again!"

No matter how intelligent he is, he is still only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. After experiencing so many things, he seems to be strong, but in front of the master, he finally exposed his inner fear and anxiety.

San Le sighed softly, touched Xuan Zang's bald head, and said: "Life, old age, sickness and death, separation of love and hatred, we Buddhist monks, after all, we will go through a life in the world of mortals."

Xuanzang faintly heard the meaning of parting from the master's words, and hurriedly asked, "Master, where are you going?"

San Le sighed: "Naturally, it is the place where a teacher should go."

After a pause, he said in a solemn voice: "Xuanzang, time is limited, listen carefully to the next words, whether you can completely kill Mo Luo and restore peace to the world is up to you."

Xuanzang's heart was shocked and he was very puzzled. He was just a little monk who didn't even have magic power. What could he do for such a big event?

"The purpose of sacrificing one's life to feed demons for the teacher is to allow Mo Luo to have a physical body, but he does not want to be suppressed by his reincarnation method, which leads to today's result."

"Now Mo Luo is fighting hard with Tsing Yi and the old heavenly master. Only as a master can he use the method of dreaming to come to see you quietly."

"Xuanzang, raise your right hand now."

Xuanzang did as he did, and found that there was a word 'Buddha' on his palm at some point, emitting a faint light.

"Before at the White Horse Temple, when you saw the devil's fetus, Master Zeng quietly gave you a gift. It is the word 'Buddha'. It is also the only hope to defeat Mara!"

Xuanzang wiped away his tears, showing firmness, and said, "Master, what should I do?"

The master did not hesitate to risk his life to kill Mo Luo. As a disciple, he also has no fear of life and death!
San Le asked: "Do you still remember the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" I gave you?"

Xuanzang was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise, "Master, can you sing nursery rhymes to Moluo...?"

Master Sanle shook his head and said with a smile: "What you see is illusion, what you understand is truth, there are dharmas and appearances, and non-attachment is empty. Xuanzang, read that book carefully, and then you will understand everything."

He stretched out a little finger and said with a smile, "You are only a little away from defeating Moro."

After all, Sanle's figure faded away.

Xuanzang quickly tightened his hand and said, "Master, don't go, it's so dark here, how should I get out of here? This disciple is so scared!"

"Reincarnation of cause and effect has its own destiny, don't be afraid, someone will help you get out of here."

"Master, don't go!!"

Xuanzang had a vague premonition that this might be the last meeting between him and his master.

There was a trace of emotion in San Le's voice amidst the calmness.

"Back when I picked you up in the river, you were only nine catties, and you became so big in a blink of an eye."

"Xuanzang, after Mara is destroyed, you can return to the vulgar life and return to Jiangliuer. Whether you marry a wife and have children, become an official, do business, farm land and fish, it's up to you."

He sighed a long time and said: "If you insist on staying in Buddhism, remember, don't think about traveling west to learn scriptures. The lack of Mahayana Buddhism is the regret of the teacher and Bodhidharma, not yours."

"You should have your own life."

The sound became farther and farther away, and Sanle's figure finally disappeared.

Xuanzang fell into the darkness. He raised his right hand, hoping to illuminate the darkness with the word "Buddha" on his palm, but how can a little firefly light illuminate the world.

Xuanzang felt that his body was getting colder and colder, his eyelids were getting heavier, and he was gradually being swallowed by darkness.

However, at this moment, the radiant Buddha light lit up, pouring into Xuanzang's body continuously, driving away the darkness and cold.

An old voice reverberated in this dark world, like a slap in the face, like a slap in the face.

"Amitabha, wake up quickly!"

"Wake up quickly!"

"wake up!"

……

Xuanzang suddenly opened his eyes, the moonlight was like water, and the night sky in Luoyang was a bit dazzling. Through the sea of ​​clouds, he could hear the roar of thunder and see the bright fairy light.

Bright as day.

Xuanzang felt that his body was full of strength, not only healed all his injuries, but also opened up the three major dantians, the upper, middle and lower dantians, and the mellow Buddhist mana was like a river rushing and condensed into a lake.

His eyes were the color of jade, and the moonlight around him made him feel very kind, his body was light and nimble, as if he could move like a bird under the moonlight.

This is a sign of stepping into the realm of Yin God.

Xuanzang looked at his hand in disbelief.

"When did I... have cultivated to the Yin God Realm?"

Although it is only the early stage of Yinshen, he has crossed the Bigu three realms from an ordinary person in a short time, and it is absolutely shocking to spread the news.

"Amitabha, you are finally awake."

Xuanzang turned his head, and saw an old monk with a gray beard, old and tired, sitting quietly on the ground with only one arm, breathing serenely and peacefully.

He looked very old, even his eyebrows were all white, like frost and snow.

"Master, you saved me?"

Hui Chan nodded and said: "The old monk has injected the rest of his cultivation into your body with the method of empowerment, little monk, is your name Xuanzang?"

Looking at the old and kind Huichan, Xuanzang was very moved, his eyes turned red, and he nodded quickly.

"Good boy, don't cry."

Huichan looked at Xuanzang, as if looking at a priceless treasure.

"It's such a good root, it can hold so much Buddhist mana, no wonder the Buddha chose you."

Xuanzang was puzzled.

Hui Chan pointed to the sky and said, "Hurry up and do what you should do, the people of Luoyang City are still waiting for you."

Xuanzang recalled his master's words, he lifted his spirits, and said, "I see, the master said that the key to defeating Mara lies in "Three Hundred Children's Songs". I keep that book close to my body all the time—"

Xuanzang took out the book on his body, but his pupils froze, showing a look of horror.

Because the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" was placed in the heart. He was pierced through the heart by Mo Luo before, and this book was also penetrated. Except for the four corners, almost all the content in the center was burned to ashes .

……

Thousands of feet in the sky.

The situation changed little by little.

As the old heavenly master said, the divine power of Empress Tsing Yi is not endless. Compared with Maitreya Buddha's 4000 years of accumulation, although she is amazingly talented, her background is still much worse.

As time went by, the balance of victory began to tilt slowly.

The Empress in Tsing Yi stood side by side with the old heavenly master, with the celestial light and thunder, repelling the attacks of the four of Mo Luo time and time again, and I don't know how many times Mo Luo's head was cut off, but it still didn't help.

Now the four of Mo Luo surrounded them, relying on their immortal bodies to consume their mana, their intentions were very obvious.

"Zhang Zhiyan and Tsing Yi, you are the two strongest people in the world, but you still have nothing to do with me. You all say that those who know the current affairs are heroes. You should know that no one in this world can beat me!"

Mo Luo bewitched aloud: "If you are willing to take refuge in this seat, I can assure you that Longhu Mountain and Qingming Realm will never be lost, and they are still under your control."

"Zhang Zhiyan, you don't have much time to live. After I unify the world, I can help you overcome calamities and become immortals!"

"And Tsing Yi, you really surprised me, you have such a powerful cultivation base of the divine way, I can confer you a Buddha in the future, and sit on the lotus platform together, how about it?"

Mo Luo's voice seems to have some kind of strange power, it can bewitch people's hearts, it is full of temptation, and it invisibly stirs up the greed in people's hearts.

But Lao Tianshi and Tsing Yi Niangniang are both people with extraordinary state of mind, so they are not moved at all.

"Disciple of Longhu Mountain, would you rather be jade pieces than tiles, how would you kneel under the demons?"

There was a trace of sarcasm in the old Tianshi's eyes, and he said: "Moluo, don't show your tricks, don't be ashamed!"

Empress Tsing Yi was more direct, and said coldly: "It's disgusting."

Mo Luo snorted coldly and said, "This seat is the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven in the Desire Realm. Tathagata was almost defeated by me when he enlightened under the bodhi tree. What are you two juniors?"

Tsing Yi Niang Niang said lightly: "It's just a demon who was once suppressed by the Buddha and sent to Abi Hell."

The old celestial master followed suit and said, "You are still claiming to be the enemy of the Buddha's enlightenment, hehe, maybe to the Buddha, you are just a little bug buzzing around under the bodhi tree!"

Moro looked annoyed.

What he is most proud of is that he once prevented Sakyamuni from becoming enlightened. Although he failed, he is still proud of it. How can he allow the younger generation to slander him?

"Nonsense. I used to almost prevent Tathagata from becoming enlightened. Now that I have a physical body, even if Tathagata is resurrected, what can I do?"

"Little Tathagata, how can you bear me!"

He wantonly insulted the existence that he once feared in his heart, quite a pleasure of revenge.

However, at the next moment, the sky and the earth suddenly brightened, and the bright golden light covered the sky. It fell from the nine heavens and landed on the world. The texture of the palm can be vaguely seen, like the veins of mountains and rivers.

Moro's pupils trembled, revealing unprecedented panic and fear.

"This, this is impossible!"

"Tathagata...how could he be alive!!!"

Boom!

Jiutian Yunqi fell together with this huge bergamot hand, and it was like a universe in the palm, locking Mo Luo completely, no matter how many supernatural powers and good fortune he had, he could only resist this palm.

At this moment, Moro was so nervous that his body trembled.

He was absolutely sure that this hand was the Tathagata's hand, and he would never remember the Tathagata's breath wrongly!
In the past, he was ruthlessly thrown into Abi Hell by this hand, and was suppressed for countless years!

All kinds of memories came to my mind, and Moro once again tasted the taste of fear.

……

Half an hour ago.

Xuanzang stared at the almost destroyed "Three Hundred Children's Songs" in a daze, only one thought remained in his mind.

It's over, it's over!

The important task that the master entrusted to me was ruined like this!
A gust of wind blew, brushing Xuanzang's cheek lightly, making his heart move, as if recalling something.

Master said, let him look carefully.

Xuanzang sat cross-legged, quietly staring at the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" in front of him. In fact, he had already flipped through the book, and he had memorized the contents backwards, and he hadn't discovered any secrets.

He opened the badly damaged book, recalling Master's words in his mind.

"What you see is an illusion, what you understand is true, there are dharmas and appearances, and non-attachment is empty."

Zen became more and more calm, and he seemed to understand what the master meant.

He was so obsessed with wanting to see the secrets in the book that he was so obsessed with it that he couldn't see clearly even though he was blinded by a leaf.

What you see is illusion, what you realize is true.

There was a gleam of wisdom in Xuanzang's eyes, he made a move that surprised even Huichan, stretched out his hand and completely tore up the "Three Hundred Children's Songs", and let the confetti fly around.

Xuanzang closed his eyes and unconsciously sat cross-legged, with monk robes fluttering on his body, radiating wisps of gentle Buddha light, like Kasyapa smiling and enlightening Zen.

The text of "Three Hundred Children's Songs" circulated in his heart, automatically arranged and reorganized, and became another book within an inch of the Lingtai.

Heart Mantra of the Great Sun Tathagata of the Vajra Realm!
One by one ancient Sanskrit characters circulated in his heart, blooming with immeasurable Buddha light.

Xuanzang couldn't help but read it out.

"Om, Furiluo, Tuodu, 鍐..."

He spit out difficult and obscure Sanskrit words one after another, and the word 'Buddha' in his hand became brighter and brighter, until it looked like a glorious sun in the end.

Until Xuanzang sensed a distant place called Lingshan, there was a boom in his mind, like hearing the sound of thunder from the west.

He finally understood everything.

On the lotus platform deep in Lingshan Mountain, there is a golden severed hand.

This holy place where countless Arhats, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas gathered, and where the Tathagata Buddha preached, has now become empty and silent.

There is only a golden hand on the twelfth-grade golden lotus.

That is the hand of Buddha.

The word 'Buddha' in Xuanzang's palm is the link connecting this bergamot, so when Hui Chan sees it, he will say that he has seen the real Buddha.

And "The Heart Mantra of the Great Sun Tathagata in the Vajra Realm" is the mantra that urges the Buddha's hand. Only when both are combined can the Buddha's hand reappear in the world and subdue demons!

Hui Chan stared at the hand of Buddha that descended from the sky, bowed devoutly, and burst into tears.

After more than 90 years of penance, I finally got to see the Buddha!
Die without regret.

Looking at Xuanzang, he seemed to see the great prosperity of Buddhism in the future. He heard morning bells and evening drums, and wooden fishes chanting scriptures. There were no disasters or wars, and everything was so peaceful and peaceful.

Such a beautiful Luoyang!

……

boom!
Under the eyes of everyone, the bergamot only suppressed Mo Luo, and then turned into a five-element mountain and landed thirty miles outside Luoyang City.

The ground trembled like a dragon and snake churning.

The majestic five-element mountain that reaches into the clouds suppresses Mo Luo, and at the same time isolates all supernatural powers.

And without the blessing of Mara's supernatural power, the clone of Buddha III also dissipated automatically.

Everything seems to be over.

Li Daoxuan let out a long breath, and said: "I really didn't expect that Xuanzang is the chance of life!"

The righteous brother he has been protecting has now saved a whole city of people, and even summoned the hand of Buddha to defeat Mo Luo, who was almost invincible.

As expected of a man who can control Monkey King!

Lee Daoxuan showed a relieved smile, and it was finally over.

Unexpectedly, the toad suddenly shouted loudly: "Stupid, the Buddha's hand can hold down the former Mara, but it cannot drop the current Maitreya's body, not to mention that the Five Elements Mountain has no blessing of the six-character mantra. With the strength, you can escape immediately!"

As soon as the words fell, the Five Elements Mountain suddenly rumbled, and the stones rolled down like a landslide.

Li Daoxuan suddenly thought that in "Journey to the West", when Sun Wukong was pressed under the mountain by the Tathagata Buddha, he almost overturned the mountain, and was finally suppressed by the Buddha with the six-character mantra.

Now there is no six-character mantra of the Buddha!
The toad scolded at Li Daoxuan: "Don't you understand, that chance is not Xuanzang at all, but you boy, it's you!!"

After saying this, the toad turned into a fleshy pulp with a bang, as if it had received some invisible backlash, and died in an extremely miserable state. (end of this chapter)