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Chapter 943: Practicing Nagarjuna and traveling north to spread Buddhism

On the back side of the mountain of Liangchan Temple, there is a forest of pagodas, which is the burial place for the eminent monks of Liangchan Temple. There are more than a thousand pagodas in total. The tombs and pagodas are of different sizes, each with carved inscriptions. At a glance, it looks like a lush forest.

Liangchan Temple did not originally regard this as a forbidden area, but the believers were pious and did not dare to set foot there. Over time, few people came here to observe.

At the edge of this pagoda forest, there is a Thousand Buddha Hall. There are hundreds of meters of painted boxing records on the wall. There are 108 potholes on the ground inside the hall.

On the east side of the Buddhist hall, there is a small thatched hut, where a nameless monk in white clothes lives all year round. He not only drinks wine and eats meat, but the most outrageous thing is that he also has a wife who has grown up in the temple since he was a child. Daughter.

On a sunny day, the poor little monk, the disciple of the monk in white, sat in front of the hut, washing a large basin of his master's and his wife's clothes, sighing.

A drunken monk in white clothes walked out of the hut. He was extremely tall and sat down next to the young monk. He also had a bitter face.

The little monk saw that the master had just drunk. When he thought that he was working hard to wash clothes while the master was enjoying himself, he felt even worse and was not willing to take a look.

"Amitabha, a distinguished guest has arrived, and I have come to welcome you from afar!"

Suddenly a voice sounded in the minds of the master and the apprentice. The young monk looked up curiously, trying to find out the source and direction of the voice.

"Alas! When will I be as capable as my master!"

"master?"

But I heard that a famous person from Jiangnan used this clay to make a famous pot, which was widely circulated.

"Nan Bei, stay here."

In the hut of Monk Nagarjuna, Xu Xin and the old monk wanted to sit across from each other. They talked about Dharma and Buddhism. They were testing each other, but they were also discussing the Tao.

"The host knows that today's Buddhism will be in great danger."

The monk in white suddenly said something like this. The young monk couldn't help but look at the master. The master's master, he seemed to be the old abbot. Did he have a guest?

The little monk looked at the disappeared monk in white and couldn't help but shake his head. As he shook his head, he thought of the master's daughter. Anyway, in his opinion, the things were the most beautiful. When he thought of the beautiful "Li things", the little monk's mood suddenly changed. Become good.

After Xu Xin returned the gift, he looked at Monk Nagarjuna in front of him and sighed in his heart. He had been to so many worlds, and only this great monk in front of him could be considered to be in line with his image of a great monk.

On this day, the old monk rarely wore a clean green jade cassock and greeted the distinguished guests from afar.

The monk in white clothes dropped these words and disappeared in the next moment. A white rainbow flashed across the ground, and the monk in white clothes had already appeared at the far end of the line of sight.

Liangchan Temple is the first temple in the world, and the presiding monk Nagarjuna is even revered as the head of the Buddha. But in fact, only when you really meet this monk can you know what a real eminent monk is.

Monk Nagarjuna's residence is extremely simple, no different from that of the people in the countryside down the mountain. It is a relatively sturdy thatched hut, the hut is cramped, and the courtyard is not even wide.

Under the leadership of the abbot, the monks of the two Zen temples work hard and do not regard farming as a shame. Every time Monk Nagarjuna returns from working in the evening, he will go to the water tank to wash away the soil, and a lot of mud will settle at the bottom of the tank.

"How polite the host is."

Xu Xin suddenly looked outside the hut and said something quite sensational.

"Please, Master, clarify your doubts."

The old monk fumbled for two clean white bowls, poured a bowl of water for Xu Xin, and poured half a bowl for himself. He took a savory sip. A bowl of extremely bland water always seemed to the old monk. Better than the delicacies of the mountains and seas, it would be even better if there was also the white porridge that I loved most in my life, but unfortunately, it was not time to eat yet.

"Two dynasties destroyed the Buddha!" ​​Xu Xin said four words calmly. The old monk shook the bowl of water slightly. Even with his Vajra body, it was inevitable that his mind would be agitated.

"Although Buddhism has the side of guiding people to be good, if it is too prosperous and poorly managed, it will inevitably lead to filth and filth."

"There are many temples in the world. How many monks can really practice farming and production like the presiding officer? Most of them are not engaged in production. They rely on alms and believers even actively ask for so-called "scented oil money". What's more, some even lend money to the people and amass wealth. ”

"Buddhism is rich and extravagant, and golden bodies are everywhere. However, both dynasties in the world are short of money, and the national teachers are all highly accomplished in Taoism. The dispute between Buddhism and Taoism is also fierce..."

Xu Xin recounted some things, and the old monk did not argue. He just poured the second bowl of water, keeping it flat, then tilting it, and then shaking it, until the water in the bowl calmed down.

"Master, do you want the emperors of two dynasties to share a bowl of water?"

"The prosperity of Buddhism today is due to the master and your disciple Li Dangxin who have devoted themselves to promoting Buddhism. However, you are not willing to be used by the court, and you are not allowed to get close to the emperor."

"And the Taoist sects of the two dynasties are willing to support the imperial court and support the emperor's ambitions. Under such circumstances, how can they let others drink a bowl of water?"

When the old monk Nagarjuna heard this, he just sighed and said, "Young Master has shared this with me. I think I still have some ideas. Can you give me some advice?"

Xu Xin just slowly stretched out his hand and said: "There are many things, no matter how much I say, why don't you, holy monk, go see them for yourself."

"Amitabha!"

The old monk lowered his head slightly.

Xu Xin's palm waved gently, and the last finger pointed at the old monk's eyebrows. A strange power overflowed, and the old monk's eyes closed slightly, as if he had entered a deep dream.

This is similar to Zhao Xituan's "Dream of the Spring and Autumn Period" ability, except that the old Taoist priest can only enter his dream to experience a different kind of life, and Xu Xin used "heaven's calculation" to deduce some things about "Two Dynasties Destroyed the Buddha", which made the old monk "See for yourself" will naturally allow him to make some decisions.

When the old monk fell asleep, a figure in white clothes appeared in the hut. He was a rather handsome and enchanting monk, a monk in white clothes from Liangchan Temple, Li Dangxin of the Great Vajra Realm.

Xu Xin picked up the bowl of water that the old monk had poured before, smiled at Li Dangxin, and tasted it with pleasure.

"Amitabha! Good! Good!"

"Poor monk, thank you so much for the benefactor!"

After an unknown amount of time, the old monk finally opened his eyes. The first thing he did was to stand up and salute Xu Xin to thank him.

"Master, there is no need to be polite. I am Northern Liang and Northern Expedition to Ding invaders. What you do next is up to you."

After Xu Xin finished speaking, he put down the white bowl and simply left the hut, disappearing in front of Master Longshu and Li Dangxin.

"Apprentice, I want to go north!"

"Master, do you want to go north to influence the noble emperor in Beimang? Or do you want to help Beiliang?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "I didn't go to Beimang to be arrogant and want to influence the Beimang Emperor who wanted to destroy the Buddha. I just wanted to talk to the monks about the Diamond Sutra. I don't know the destiny and do my best."

"Three hundred poems by Confucian saints, which can be summed up in one sentence, the thoughts are innocent. Laojun rides a green ox, and three thousand Tao Te Ching seek purity. The Buddha did not establish writing, which makes us confused."

"Beimang Royal Court wants to destroy the Buddha. If there are no temples, no incense, no Buddha statues and no Buddhist scriptures, in Lao Na's opinion, it will all work. But if there are hundreds of thousands of monks and everyone has lost their mind, the Buddha's teachings will not be true. Absolutely…”

(End of this chapter)