I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

It must be said, having a good father-in-law makes a difference.

Your ranking in the imperial examination has nothing to do with what position you will hold as an official in the future.

Well, with the help of Yin Kaishan, even though Chen Guangrui only ranked third in the imperial examination in this life, he was still sent to Jiangzhou to serve as an official, just like Chen Guangrui, the top scholar in the original Journey to the West.

Chen Guangrui never dreamed that he would be qualified to govern a region just a few months after passing the exam.

He excitedly took his family and valuables, hired a boat, and sailed south.

There was no conversation along the way. When they were about to reach Jiangzhou, two boats suddenly appeared from the reed marsh. Several pirates wearing straw hats and short sweatshirts forced Jinshilang's boat to stop, jumped onto Chen Guangrui's boat, and each of them killed the boatman, the boatman, and the servants with a knife, and approached Chen Guangrui with a grin.

Chen Guangrui was a man, standing in front of his wife and asking in a trembling voice, "You, what are you going to do?"

"What are you doing?" The bandit leader glanced at his companions behind him and laughed, "Hahaha, you bunch of sour scholars seem to have problems with your brains. The grandfathers are all here, what do you say we are doing? Of course, we want to seize your gold and silver and take your wife away to be our concubine!"

"I warn you, I am a newly appointed official in Jiangzhou. Everything is fine if you want some money, but if you harm my life and the court investigates, you will have a hard time!" Chen Guangrui shouted bravely.

"Haha, we grandfathers are beggars who have to put our heads on the belts to eat. What's the big deal about dying? I think the old woman behind you is not bad. She can make us brothers feel comfortable today. This is her blessing!"

The bandit leader didn't take Chen Guangrui's threat seriously at all, and said with a curled lip: "As for you, I want to ask you, do you want wontons or flat noodles?"

Chen Guangrui was born into a scholar family, so he didn't understand these jargons. He asked tremblingly, "What about wontons? What about flat noodles?"

"I'm telling you, if you want to eat wontons, you can take off all your clothes and jump in, which will save me the trouble. If you're lucky, you can still survive. But for the noodles with a knife, it will take some effort. I'll take the trouble and chop you off the boat one by one." The bandit leader said with a ferocious look on his face: "Pick one!"

"Alas, I choose to fight you."

The Tang Dynasty of this era was not an ordinary Tang Dynasty. The imperial power went to the countryside, and the officials also went to the countryside. The clean government brought hope to the people, and Chen Guangrui also had more courage. After all, he was willing to believe in the government and the court behind him.

Although he had no training experience, his strong charge surprised the bandit leader, who subconsciously took two steps back.

Seeing Chen Guangrui losing his balance and falling headfirst onto the bow of the boat, he finally realized that he was frightened by a sour scholar.
The bandit leader, enraged and humiliated, immediately picked up a knife and wanted to kill Chen Guangrui.

"Clang!"

The steel knife chopped on a piece of golden Buddha light, and the bandit leader took two steps back, looking at Chen Guangrui, who was covered in golden light, in doubt and surprise.

"Sour scholar, what kind of magic are you using?"

"Ah? What kind of magic?" Chen Guangrui didn't know any magic. He raised his hands in confusion and looked at his body covered by golden light. He was confused and asked, "What kind of magic is this?"

"Snapped!"

A slap hit Chen Guangrui on the back of his head, and his hat flew off.

"What kind of magic is this? This is Buddhism!" a strange voice came.

Before Chen Guangrui turned around, he saw the expressions on the faces of several pirates, as if they had seen a ghost.

He turned his head and saw a lotus-shaped auspicious cloud standing in the sky, with a solemn monk sitting cross-legged on it. However, this image was so inconsistent with his somewhat exasperated tone just now.

"Master, Bodhisattva, were you the one who spoke just now?" Chen Guangrui asked cautiously.

"Of course it's me." Huayan looked at Chen Guangrui below, feeling depressed.

This man is the father of his tenth incarnation, and in a sense, he is also his own father. It is a bit strange to face a father who is not related to you by blood.

"Chen Guangrui, you and my Buddha have a destiny, and your life is not doomed. I have been specially ordered to come and save your life."

Hua Yan's current position as Grand Master is similar to Hua Shi's, and has become a semi-sinecurate position. He basically does not manage affairs on weekdays, because he was taught by Yang Gui, and he shares Yang Gui's philosophy that a truly good court must rely on reasonable administrative concepts, laws and administrative systems, as well as countless reliable grassroots officials.

There are layers upon layers, and the system can continue to function without any one of them, instead of concentrating all power in one person.

In Huayan's view, this is an extremely unhealthy administrative system.

You can place your hopes on a great talent today, but if this great talent dies tomorrow, will your court collapse?

For this reason, not only did he not do any work himself, he also worked hard to weaken Li Shimin's influence.

Huayan has done nothing but oppose Li Shimin in recent years. The decrees of the Prime Minister's Office can be passed without any obstacles, but Li Shimin's own ideas have repeatedly hit a wall at Huayan, which makes Li Shimin so angry that he curses every day.

When Huayan heard the news, he went to Li Shimin's house and beat him up. Li Shimin was so scared that he didn't dare to go to court for ten days.

In short, apart from targeting Li Shimin, Hua Yan now spends most of his time practicing with Yang Gui. After experiencing the experience of being forcibly suppressed last time, Hua Yan made rapid progress in his second practice.

In order to compensate for Hua Yan's previous suppression of his cultivation, although Yang Gui was restricted by the rules of heaven and could not act arbitrarily, Hou Tu, as the Supreme Saint, gave him a lot of good things. With Hua Yan's body of Xi Ran and the guidance of two saints, his strength improved rapidly. In just three years, he had advanced to the peak of Tai Yi Jin Xian.

It is nothing special to become a Taiyi Golden Immortal after three years of practice. In the original novel, Sun Wukong also practiced the Great Heavenly Immortal Art in three years and became a Taiyi Golden Immortal. Although Sun Wukong has hundreds of millions of years of spiritual energy accumulated in the Flower and Fruit Mountain, Huayan has the body of Xirang and the guidance of two saints, and his conditions are better than Sun Wukong.

If he had not been distracted by state affairs occasionally, he might have already reached the Daluo stage by now.

It was precisely because of this that when Chen Guangrui passed the imperial examination and took the palace examination, he had never seen Huayan, and therefore could not recognize the prime minister of the time.

"Thank you, Master, for saving my life!" Chen Guangrui knelt down and kowtowed.

Thanks to Yang Gui, the education of Yang Jian's new court was much better than that of the Tang Dynasty in the same period of history. Chen Guangrui was also well-read and worldly-wise, and knew that this was a god with the body of an arhat, so it would be easy for him to deal with the pirates.

If this person is willing to protect me today, the lives of my family of three will be saved.

That’s right, his wife Yin Jiao was pregnant at this time.

"Bald donkey, who are you to dare to meddle in our affairs?" Seeing that neither Chen Guangrui nor Hua Yan took him seriously, the pirate became furious and pointed a knife at Hua Yan and questioned him.

In his mind, there is no such thing as the difference between the strong and the weak. In the mind of this fierce bandit, if the imperial court sends troops to encircle and suppress me, I can't beat them, and I will die if I encounter them, but I still dare to challenge them. I can't beat this flying god, and I will die if I encounter them, but I still want to challenge them.

This kind of gangster is like this. They seek wealth and fame through danger, and they have to face this situation every day.

In this situation, let alone a flying bald donkey, even the Monkey King who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago would still be robbed by them.

"Well, thief, let me ask you something." Huayan was happy, "Do you want to eat wontons or flat noodles?"

"I'm going to eat your grandma's mouth!" The pirate jumped up with a knife in his hand and was about to chop Hua Yan.

Huayan was not very tall, just over two meters from the water surface. The pirate had to be about 1.8 meters tall. He jumped up with a knife in hand, and was just within the distance to chop Huayan.

But how could Huayan be chopped by him?
With a pointed finger, several bandits floated up. They were all killed on the spot by the Buddha's light, and their bodies were thrown into the water.

Chen Guangrui saw that he was holding onto the side of the boat and vomiting continuously.

"vomit……"

"Master Chen, are you feeling better?" Huayan asked from above.

"Ugh..." Chen Guangrui was from the north and was a bit seasick when riding a boat. Seeing the murder scene made him vomit even more. After calming down, he hugged the boat and asked, "Master, isn't it forbidden for us Buddhists to kill?"

"Hey, you are wrong about this question. These people kill for money, and many people have died because of this. In my eyes, they are not human at all, but demons." Huayan put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, "My Buddha is merciful, and he also has the angry eyes of a diamond, and the Arhat subdues the demons."

"Master, it's great, it's really great!"

Chen Guangrui also thought it made sense and gave Huayan a thumbs up. "May I ask what your Dharma name is? After I am freed from this predicament, I will definitely go home and set up a tablet for you. I will burn a stick of incense every morning and evening, worship the Buddha with sincerity, and make offerings to you."

"No thanks. If you continue to worship me, I should ask the emperor to dismiss me. I have made an agreement with him that I will not preach while I am in office." Huayan smiled and said, "My Dharma name is Huayan."

"Ah?" Chen Guangrui showed a look of surprise: "Grand Master?"

That's right, Huayan is also prestigious, and has a high reputation among the people. For a monk to be the prime minister of the dynasty is a legend in itself, and a school like Buddhism that likes to ride on the popularity will naturally not miss this opportunity.

Many temples honored Huayan as Arhat or Vajra, but the tablets were broken on the spot, which made the monks admire Huayan's magic even more. However, they did not dare to confer the title of Bodhisattva or above, so they could only leave it like this.

Huayan's popularity soared that the circulation of the Huayan Sutra was greatly expanded, making this group of monks a fortune. At the same time, in order to show respect for Huayan, all monks in the Tang Dynasty unanimously set a rule that no monk could be named Huayan, and those who already had the same Buddhist name should also change it.

Such is the respect these monks show to their most outstanding colleague.

Therefore, in the Tang Dynasty, the only one who dared to call himself Huayan was the Grand Tutor of the time.

"Yes, it's me." Huayan nodded, "My master said that your son and I have a connection, so he asked me to accept him as my disciple."

"Ah? Become a monk?" Chen Guangrui was somewhat unhappy. My Chen family's incense is still waiting for my son to continue. Although it is amazing that you can directly determine that the unborn child is a boy, you can't just kidnap him for me, right?

"You're not dead yet, so just give birth to another child when you're young and strong." Huayan waved his hands in disappointment, thinking that his "father" was simply out of his mind.

"Besides, I am not only a monk, but also a Grand Tutor. My master told me to teach your son and let him take the imperial examination at the age of six. He can pass the examination at the age of six, pass the examination at the age of nine, and pass the examination at the age of twelve. I guarantee that your son will be the number one scholar chosen by the emperor, and he will be much better than you, a lousy third-class student."

Chen Guangrui wanted to ask the monk why he was cursing, but he didn't dare to speak. After all, he was still working in the system, and he couldn't afford to offend such a high-ranking official.

There was naturally a reason why Huayan was so outspoken. After he worshipped Yang Gui, he no longer believed in Tathagata Buddha and even wanted to become a Buddha of the West himself. Naturally, the doctrines and precepts of Mahayana Buddhism established by Tathagata had no binding force on him.

He now only obeys Yang Gui. As long as his behavior complies with Yang Gui, then it complies with the rules.

As we all know, Yang Gui is a person with low quality. In terms of his lack of quality, whatever Huayan does is in compliance with the regulations.

Huayan brought Chen Guangrui to the post.

As a grand tutor, he naturally had no need to live in Chen Guangrui's government office.

Every day he would tie a rope around his neck and hang in the lobby of the yamen before sleeping.

This is a sleeping method passed down from the Tomb Observation School.

Chen Guangrui was really scared. How could it be okay for a dignified prime minister of the current dynasty to come to my yamen and hang himself?

After much persuasion, a small courtyard was arranged for Huayan to live in, and he studied the knowledge that Yang Gui taught him.

A few months later, Chen Guangrui's child was born.

"Let's call him Xuanzang." Huayan looked at the child, and his eyes seemed to reflect the light of Buddha.

Others cannot see it, but in the eyes of this eighth body of mine, the light from the tenth body is simply dazzling.

"Why not give it a name?" Chen Guangrui expressed dissatisfaction, "Just give it a Dharma name?"

"What else? This child is fatherless. After your wife gave birth to the child, she put him in a small wooden basin and let him float down the river to save his life. The person who saved him named him Jiang Liuer. You can let him be called that by that name if you want."

Huayan waved his hand, indicating that it was up to Chen Guangrui to decide.

"Forget it, let's just call him Xuanzang." Chen Guangrui shrank his neck in fear, "But the real name must be Chen Xuanzang!"

"Okay, that's it." Huayan didn't intend to compete with Chen Guangrui over the name. After all, he was his biological father. Even if Chen Guangrui really gave Xuanzang a secular name, he would not stop him.

Two years later, Huayan formally accepted Xuanzang as his disciple. He left the government office and lived in the small courtyard arranged for him by Chen Guangrui.

Chen Guangrui and his wife were not very reassured at first, fearing that Huayan had put their son on the rope to sleep and then hanged him in the middle of the night. After watching it several times, they found that it was very safe and no longer worried. (End of this chapter)