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

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by.

Eighteen years passed quickly, and Xuanzang, who was a little boy back then, had become an experienced official in his thirties.

Although Huayan did not take special care of Xuanzang, he was a top scholar after all, and Yang Jian knew his teachers. Even for Yang Gui's sake, he would not treat him unfairly.

Over the years, Xuanzang started as a magistrate in Chang'an County and had a smooth journey. At this time, he was already the chief official of Taifu Temple, who was in charge of gold and silk treasury, a third-rank official, and was granted the title of Jinzi Guanglu Dafu, a third-rank official, and enjoyed the treatment of a third-rank official. He became a serious court official.

When his grandfather Yin Kaishan was in power, he had never held such an official position.

What's more, Xuanzang is only 30 years old this year, and he has a bright future that can be seen with the naked eye.

Everyone in the court knew that this Xuanzang might be the next monk grand master like Huayan.

Not to mention Xuanzang himself, his father Chen Guangrui, who was still struggling to reach the fifth rank, had a house full of visitors. If Yin Kaishan had not declined on the grounds of retirement, I'm afraid that the number of visitors to their house would have been even greater than when he was still working.

This is Xuanzang's current position in the court. Many people think that Xuanzang relies on his background and backers, but no one despises him. On the one hand, for those who are in the officialdom, having a backer is a great skill in itself.

On the other hand, Xuanzang himself was also very capable. In all the official positions he held in recent years, his political achievements were improving. When he was in charge of a local government, people's livelihood improved; when he was in charge of the economy, the treasury was filled.

Under Xuanzang's financial management, the national finances rose year after year. A poet wrote a poem: "Even a small town can house thousands of households. Rice is fat and corn is white. Public and private granaries are full. There are no wolves on the roads of the nine provinces. You don't need to wait for an auspicious day to travel far."

People say: "The country's granaries are full, with new grain pressing down on old grain and piling up outside the granaries; the large amount of copper coins in the treasury have not been used for many years, the strings that string the coins have rotted, and the number of loose coins is too numerous to count."

The whole country is grateful for Yang Jian’s kindness.

Yes, Yang Jian has not died this year.

As for the emperor, this is a lifelong position, and as long as the person is alive, it will not be passed down. Yang Jian is already 98 years old this year. In the past, most emperors have died three or more times. He alone is equivalent to spanning the age of four emperors in the past, and spanning the reign of nearly three emperors.

Yang Jian still had 52 years left to his theoretical lifespan.

This is the horror of the long-lived emperor.

It is a terrifying thing that a dictator can stay in power for a century and decide whether the country is good or bad at his whim. Most long-lived emperors, or monarchs who were talented and ambitious in their early years, inevitably end up being stupid for a long time.

One reason was that his life was coming to an end, and he was afraid that the ministers whom he had suppressed in his prime would fight back and pose a threat to his or his son's power.

Another reason is that when people get older, their minds aren’t so clear anymore, but they still want to be ambitious and often end up making stupid moves.

Fortunately, Yang Jian was a martial artist who had practiced martial arts. He had full strength and intelligence. Although he was almost a hundred years old, his mind was still clear.

Of course, the most important reason is that Yang Gui has always been pressing on him.

As long as Yang Gui was around, Yang Jian would always have to work diligently and carefully in every decision he made, and he would not dare to be dissatisfied at all. The reason was simple: he could not win.

Not to mention that we have entered an age of gods and demons, with gods from all walks of life appearing one after another and all of them having to pay homage to the two saints of the dynasty. Even in the previous era of fierce generals, Yang Jian did not dare to think too much when he saw a man chasing a million-strong army.

This is fine. Yang Jian is used to it anyway. Most of the power under his control has been divided up. As an old man who is nearly a hundred years old, he is happy to have a leisurely life.

The country is stable and improving, and everyone is happy, except Yang Yong.

He is already 72 years old this year. If he had not practiced martial arts with his father, he would have died two years ago. His health is not good now. He can only be said to be old and has no energy.

Yang Gui would come to tease him from time to time, saying things like "How can there be a crown prince for 60 years?" He seemed to be trying to encourage him to rebel.

"Ancestor, please be quiet for a while. How many years do I still have left to live? Can't you let me spend the last few years of my life in peace and stability?" Yang Yong looked at Yang Gui with a look of despair on his face.

In fact, according to Yang Gui's estimation, Yang Yong could live to be around 85 or 86 years old. He was only 72 years old now, so it was still a long time before he died. But it was true that his father was even further away from death, so he would definitely not be able to take on the burden of being an emperor in this lifetime.

Diing of old age as the crown prince may be the most aggrieved and shameful crown prince in history.

"Hey, I've seen you have no ambition since you were a kid. Can't you learn from your dead brother, kick your father out, and then be the emperor for a few days for fun?"

Yang Gui was watching the fun and didn't mind the big deal: "Let me tell you, this isn't a difficult thing to do. I guess it's okay for your father to fulfill the wish of a dying son like you. Anyway, you don't have many years left to live. Let you be the emperor for a few years, and you can make your father the crown prince. When you die, you can pass the throne to your father. How interesting that is!"

"You're worried that I won't die fast enough, right?" Yang Yong's face was filled with black lines: "There's nothing to say to gods like you."

Yes, the common sense of the world was broken after the death of these gods and demons. Since the advent of the era of gods and demons, there are no less than thirty or forty gods and demons living in and around Chang'an City, not to mention the whole country.

Of course, no matter whether they became immortals or monsters, they were all very honest in Chang'an and obeyed the law better than ordinary people, for fear of angering the two great gods and having their souls refined.

But in the end, their arrival subverted the basic order of mankind.

Even if they do nothing, they have one thing that visually shows their extraordinaryness: longevity.

I heard that someone had received a blessing from gods and demons and lived to be 200 years old, which was longer than Yang Jian's lifespan.

This made Yang Yong feel quite dissatisfied.

"But life is like this, with birth and death." Yang Gui smiled and shook his head, "Death is just another great adventure. Don't be afraid of death. Those who insist on living in this world are the ones who are truly inadequate and cannot see through it."

"Then will you die?"

"You must be joking. Why should I die? I have been cultivating for so many years, isn't it just for immortality?" The double-standard saint waved his hands, "I have no choice. Even God can't control me. My wife is in charge of reincarnation in the underworld. How can I die?"

"Okay, okay, you're awesome." Yang Yong was speechless. "Would you like to have lunch at the Prince's Mansion?"

"No more eating. I'll go get something from your dad later." Yang Gui shook his head. "The big event is about to start. I have to inform your dad to get ready."

"Okay, please go ahead." Yang Yong was so happy that he almost jumped up from the recliner. Even his legs, which had been stiff for more than ten years, felt like they were recovering.

Yang Gui came out of the Prince's Mansion and strolled towards the inner courtyard of the Imperial Palace.

When Yang Jian, who was having dinner in the imperial study, saw Yang Gui, he was very happy. He hadn't seen this immortal ancestor for a while.

He had no second thoughts about Yang Gui, who had always been above him over the years. On the one hand, he had become accustomed to serving under the ancestor. Anyway, Yang Gui, the ancestor, usually didn't care about things, so he just pretended he didn't exist.

On the other hand, if Yang Gui hadn't suppressed the gods and demons of the entire Tang Dynasty, he wouldn't have been able to sit on the throne so securely. "Ancestor, let's eat together." Yang Jian invited Yang Gui.

Yang Jian was no ordinary man. Even in the Nine Cauldrons, he was a genuine acquired strong man. He had built up his physical strength and possessed internal energy. His body functions were strong. Ninety-eight years old was the prime of his life and he did not show any signs of aging.

The digestive system is naturally the same.

An ordinary 98-year-old man can drink a bowl of porridge as a full meal, but the founding emperor of Yang Tang would eat ten kilograms of beef in one meal.

Therefore, the food prepared in the imperial kitchen were all suitable for Yang Gui's appetite, and were definitely not the health-preserving meals for an ordinary elderly person. Yang Gui could usually finish several days' worth of food in the imperial kitchen.

"Just eat something simple."

Yang Gui grabbed a few untouched pieces of beef from Yang Jian's plate and put them into his mouth to chew. He looked at Yang Jian and said, "Put aside the things you are doing for now. Let Li Shimin and his cabinet handle the government affairs of the country."

"Ah, what's the big deal?"

"Well, Guanyin Bodhisattva is coming."

Since Yang Gui is here and has planned a complete journey to obtain the scriptures, there is naturally no need for Yuan Shoucheng to plot against the Dragon King of the Jing River. The Dragon King of the Jing River disobeyed the imperial edict and was executed by Wei Zheng. Then the Dragon King of the Jing River would pull the soul of the Tang Emperor into the underworld and bring him back to life to perform the water and land ceremony.

Nowadays, the whole country of Tang Dynasty has a relatively indifferent attitude towards Buddhism. As we all know, Huayan Taishi and Xuanzang Guanglu Dafu are both virtuous monks who have made great contributions to the country and the people, and everyone respects them.

If they wanted to expand the influence of Buddhism, they naturally did not need to use intimidation to trick the Tang Emperor into issuing an order to obtain the scriptures.

"Seeking the scriptures?"

Yang Jian was not an outsider, he was the Emperor of Tang, so naturally he also needed to know about the journey to the West. At the beginning, Yang Gui had not told him, but Xuanzang had been an official for eighteen years, and during these years, Yang Jian would chat with Yang Gui and ask why Yang Gui had trained Xuanzang so well.

Yang Gui told Yang Jian about the journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

He told Yang Jian that the journey to obtain the scriptures was determined by destiny and could not be changed, but what we can do is to prevent those bald donkeys who do nothing, do not produce anything, and ignore the law from using religion to control and occupy the minds of our Tang people.

Buddhism must be made aware that even if they are destined to spread eastward and flourish, they must abide by the law and work hard to gain benefits for the people, only then can they gain the people's respect.

Trying to gain faith and expand the number of believers by using magic power, miracles, brainwashing and intimidation is impossible.

Once you come to the human world, you must abide by the rules of the human world.

This is called the balance of nature.

The most important thing is that he had agreed with Jie Yin that Tang Seng would become a Buddhist saint, the kind that would forever protect the destiny of the Western Paradise. A saint in prison is still a saint. If Tang Seng were to be a coward and a brainwashed believer like in the original novel, it would not be good for the people of the world if he became a saint.

Therefore, cultivating Xuanzang is the first necessary step. The second necessary step is to let Buddhism adopt an equal attitude towards the Tang Dynasty, and not treat it as a donor.

You, the Bodhisattva Guanyin, are burdened with baggage now. Have you forgotten that when you were starting your business with great difficulty, you used the image of Guanyin with a fish basket to seduce others into believing in Buddhism in order to spread your teachings?

What sweet dreams.

So Yang Gui said lightly: "Yes, to obtain the scriptures. You issue an edict saying that heaven and earth have feelings, and summon the Buddhist Bodhisattvas to the Tang Dynasty to discuss the matter of obtaining the scriptures."

"Ah, me?" Yang Jian seemed a little frightened and a little unbelievable. "Should I send an order to the Bodhisattva to summon him to our Tang Dynasty?"

"Yes, you are the emperor of the world. He wants to preach Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty. It is your territory. You should issue an order to ask him to meet you. Is he going to fly over and ask you to kneel and kowtow?" Yang Gui waved his hand, "Ask the eunuch to draft the order."

The eunuchs were also asked to draft the decree.

Yang Jian shrank his neck. They, as mortals, did not understand the meaning of a saint. They just heard everyone calling him that. Only now did they realize the weight of what the old ancestor had said: that even the Jade Emperor had to call him senior brother.

three days later.

"Announce the audience with the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara of Mount Luojia in Nanhai and the traveler Mu Cha of Hui'an!"

The eunuch's voice was trembling as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

On that day, around Chang'an City, thirty to fifty gods, demons and monsters all stayed obediently in their own caves or mansions, without making the slightest movement.

Although Yang Gui and Hou Tu are powerful and have a high status, they are relatively casual. As long as they don't cause trouble to ordinary people, these two bosses don't care about them. Therefore, they are relatively casual on weekdays. But the one who comes today is not a good person.

"Amitabha, Your Majesty, Guanyin is here to pay her respects." Guanyin Bodhisattva and Mu Cha stood in the hall, clasped their hands together, and saluted Yang Jian who was sitting on the dragon throne.

"Bodhisattva, Your Excellency, please don't be so polite. Please take a seat." Yang Jian also knew what was good for him and just did it for the sake of his gesture. He didn't expect to really control Guanyin Bodhisattva.

In this era, civil officials and military generals all had seats when attending court, which was not a special treatment given to Bodhisattvas.

"I heard that the Western Heaven is booming, so I invited the Bodhisattva to come and discuss the matter of obtaining the sutra together."

"Your Majesty, please allow me to report. I have also followed the Buddha's will and am about to cross the sea to the Tang Dynasty to discuss matters."

……

It was already a matter that had been decided, and both parties had no objections to the details, and they hit it off immediately. After the court was dismissed, Yang Jian arranged for Guanyin Bodhisattva to stay in a quiet courtyard temporarily.

"Amitabha, Uncle Yang, Uncle Hou Tu, your disciple Guanyin requests to see you."

Of course, it was impossible for Guanyin to take Mu Cha and the other man to sleep in the courtyard arranged by Yang Jian. Since he had come to the Tang Dynasty and knew that Yang Gui and his wife were here, there was no way he would not come to pay them a visit.

The door opened, revealing a bald head.

"Senior sister, my master wants to see you."

Huayan put his hands together and bowed slightly.

Guanyin's face twitched slightly.

Others may not know, but as a loyal supporter of Tathagata, she still knows that Huayan is the eighth reincarnation of Jin Chanzi. It is no exaggeration to say that when this guy was in the West Heaven, he had to kowtow and call her uncle when he saw her, but now he calls her sister? (End of this chapter)