Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 447 Black Chicken Country

"Fo Nu, you should quickly go to Lingshan."

"Guangmu, you should quickly head to the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea."

Meiyin, the eldest of the eighteen guardian jarans, gave the order.

He didn't expect that the Taoist was so bold that he actually wanted to instigate Tang Sanzang to establish his own sect, proclaim himself a Buddha, and compile scriptures.

This is disrespectful!
"You two must explain the situation to the Buddha and Bodhisattva. No matter what, you cannot allow that Taoist to follow Tang Sanzang on his journey west. You must separate the two of them."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that when we get to Mount Lingshan, we won't be seeking the scriptures, but arguing about Mahayana and Hinayana Buddhism."

"We will explain the situation to the Buddha and Bodhisattva. We will go."

Fo Nu and Guang Mu put their palms together, then flew away on a cloud, one to the west and the other to the south.

The five Jiedis watched the actions of the guardian Jialan. After the two left, Mahajiedi, who had been silent for a long time, said, "Shouldn't the purpose of spreading the true sutra be to save all living beings? Why do we have to make trouble to stop Tang Sanzang and his disciples from going west?"

"They traveled 108,000 miles without using any magical powers or supernatural powers, but they left their footprints one step at a time. Isn't that enough to prove that Tang Sanzang and his companions were sincere in their quest for the scriptures?"

"If it were anyone else, how many of them would be able to do it like Tang Sanzang?"

After hearing these words, everyone's expressions changed subtly.

Silver-headed Jie Di did not expect Maha to say such words. Isn't this questioning the Buddha and Bodhisattva?

He glanced at the guardian Jia Lan again, and worried that someone would report Maha, so he shouted, "Maha! Be careful with your words!"

"This is not something we should think about. The Buddha and Bodhisattvas must have their reasons for doing this."

"Without going through the eighty-one trials and tribulations, how can we show that the true sutra is hard to come by? How can we make all living beings feel reverence for our Buddha?"

When Mahajajati was shouted at by Silver-headed Jieti, he also reacted and broke out in a cold sweat. How could he have said such words that questioned the Buddha and Bodhisattva?

If this were to get to the ears of Buddha or Bodhisattva, he would be in great trouble.

He quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I must have been influenced by that great demon, which is why I said such words."

But words that have been spoken are like spilled water. How can they be taken back just like that?

The others felt some ripples in their hearts, but on the surface they all said, "I guess so. It must be the influence of that great demon."

As they spoke, they continued to monitor Tang Sanzang and the others.

An Yan just withdrew his gaze, and the devil pupil in his left eye quietly disappeared.

Unexpectedly, Mahajajati actually guessed it right. The reason why he said such questioning words was naturally because he was influenced by Anyan's magic eyes.

However, Anyan only let Mahajajati speak out his true thoughts subconsciously.

It seems that although the Buddhist community appears to be harmonious and united on the surface, there are quite a few people who are dissatisfied secretly.

After all, there are quite a few people in the Buddhist community who, like Tang Sanzang, care about the common people and really want to save all living beings.

The practices of Buddha and Guanyin seem to be Mahayana, but in fact they fall into the Hinayana.

the other side.

The Buddhist slave who was rushing to Lingshan suddenly saw a ball of black gas coming out in front of him, which was extremely evil.

The black gas seemed to be heading straight for the Buddha slave at an extremely fast speed. The Buddha slave was swallowed up by the black gas in the blink of an eye, and the bright Buddha light that burst out dimmed at this moment.

The Buddha's slaves' shrill screams and chewing sounds came from the black fog and continued for a long time.

Guangmu, who went to the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea, encountered the same situation.

Three days passed.

Fo Nu and Guang Mu returned one after another.

"The Buddha said, don't worry about it, he will take care of it when we get to Lingshan."

"The Bodhisattva said that we should continue to monitor, as she already knows the situation."

When Meiyin heard this, she had no doubts and said she understood.

The black-robed monk who watched everything from the dark smiled sinisterly: "An Yan, don't let me down."

"I can't wait to see Jin Chanzi set up his own business! Hehehehe!!!"

The black-robed monk originally wanted to influence the fortune of Buddhism by killing Tang Sanzang, but after seeing An Yan's amazing operation, he discovered a more interesting method.

Kill with a borrowed knife!
In this way, he can hide behind the scenes and control everything remotely, safely and efficiently.

"However, to be on the safe side, I have to prepare a dose of strong medicine for Tang Sanzang!"

The words full of conspiracy disappeared into thin air as soon as they came out of his mouth.

The black-robed monk flew quickly to the west.

Ever since he heard An Yan's words that night, Tang Sanzang would look through the scriptures he had brought with him whenever he had free time, reviewing the old and learning the new.

At the same time, I combine my own personal experience, think about it, and innovate.

This continued for several months.

When An Yan and his companions walked out of a hilltop, they saw several pavilions and towering pagodas in front of the mountain. They knew at a glance that it was a Buddhist temple.

Zhu Bajie, who had been using the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed, almost forgot what a bed was. When he saw the temple, he turned around with a smile and came to An Yan and his master Tang Sanzang, "Master, An Ge'er, I think it's getting late. Why don't we go to the temple to stay for a night and have some vegetarian food."

An Yan looked up and saw that there was no evil spirit. It was a proper temple, so he said, "Okay, Sanzang, what do you think?"

"That's exactly what I want. I can also discuss Buddhism with the elder abbot of the temple." Tang Sanzang nodded with a smile.

After thinking along the way, he benefited a lot and had long wanted to find someone to discuss it with.

Unfortunately, An Yan is a Taoist priest and knows very little about Buddhist scriptures, not to mention his own disciples, who feel sleepy when reading.

Soon, the group arrived at the mountain gate.

There are five big characters on the door: Baolin Temple was built by imperial decree.

It was a temple built by order of the emperor, which made Zhu Bajie even happier. It seemed that the vegetarian meal tonight would be delicious.

Zhu Bajie was very active at this moment, "Master, let me go in and ask a few questions."

But Tang Sanzang, who already had experience, immediately shook his head and said, "It's better for me to go in. I'm afraid you'll scare people, which would be bad."

An Yan smiled and said, "Bajie, you'd better stay here quietly, otherwise people will think we are robbers and monsters."

Look at these straightforward words!

If it were someone else, Zhu Bajie would definitely give them some advice.

"Then the master will go."

Seeing this, Sun Wukong teased, "Bajie, you are asking for trouble."

"Go away, Brother Monkey, how come even you come to tease me, old pig?" Zhu Bajie snorted and moved closer to the bear.

Being with Xiongbi can highlight my handsomeness.

In fact, they are both the same.

Tang Sanzang dismounted and entered the mountain gate. As soon as he entered, he saw a pair of Vajra sitting on both sides. The clay sculptures were lifelike and very impressive. I guess this temple is quite popular.

When he reached the main hall, Tang Sanzang saw a sweeping monk coming out.

The monk who was sweeping the floor saw that Tang Sanzang had a handsome appearance and an elegant figure, so he quickly put down his broom, stepped forward and said with folded hands: "Excuse me, Master, where are you from? What are you doing here?"

Tang Sanzang also folded his hands and said, "I came from the Tang Dynasty in the East, and I want to go to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. Today I have just arrived at this precious place, and seeing that it is getting dark, I would like to stay here for one night."

Hearing that he had come from the East and was going to the West to seek scriptures, the sweeping monk did not dare to neglect him and said politely, "I cannot decide whether you can stay overnight, but I can take you to see the abbot. Please follow me."

"Good work."

Tang Sanzang followed the sweeping monk into the abbot's room in the backyard. The monk asked Tang Sanzang to wait outside while he went to report.

The sweeping monk trotted into the monk's room and said, "Abbot, there's someone outside."

Thinking that it was a high-ranking official who had come, the abbot quickly stood up, put on his cassock, and went out to see, "Where is the person?"

The sweeping monk was startled, and pointed at Tang Sanzang at the door and said: "Abbot, isn't that a person at the door?"

When Tang Sanzang saw the abbot coming out to greet him, he quickly said, "Poor monk."

Before Tang Sanzang could finish his words, the abbot ignored him and angrily said to the sweeping monk: "I think you are too strict. I am not a person of high rank and status. Only the dignitaries in the royal city are worthy of my personal reception."

"A wild monk who appeared out of nowhere, asking me to welcome him? It's simply beneath my dignity."

"Look at his poor appearance. You can tell at a glance that he is a wandering monk who wants to stay and beg for food."

"Just take him to the front porch and let him squat. Why are you reporting to me?"

The smile on Tang Sanzang's face slowly disappeared. Although the other party was the abbot, he was full of worldly airs and had only fame and fortune in his eyes. He did not look like a monk at all.

Hearing this, the sweeping monk came over with an apologetic look on his face, "Master, I'm so sorry. You saw it too, the abbot didn't want to keep you."

"You should go west while it's still light. It's only four or five miles away. There's a family selling food. You can stay there for the night."

"It's none of your business. I know you've done your best." Tang Sanzang had no intention of blaming the sweeping monk, but said, "Go and do your work. I'll go and discuss the Dao with the abbot myself."

As he spoke, Tang Sanzang walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, and the rings on the nine-ring tin staff collided with each other, making crisp sounds.

In fact, he didn't have to live here, but the abbot's attitude made Tang Sanzang very dissatisfied.

When the Sweeping Monk saw this, his heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly followed, fearing that Tang Sanzang would do something out of line.

The abbot was old and could not withstand a beating.

Tang Sanzang stopped outside the door, clasped his hands together and said, "Old Master, your disciple Sanzang is here to greet you."

In Buddhism, monks and nuns greet each other by putting their hands together, which is called "wenxun".

The abbot was somewhat impatient with Tang Sanzang's persistent pestering, and returned the greeting with a reluctant look on his face, saying, "Didn't my disciple just tell you to find a restaurant? It's not convenient for me to stay here, and I can't accommodate a wandering monk like you."

"Since ancient times, temples and nunneries have been inns for wandering monks. Three liters of rice are distributed at the gate."

"It would be fine if you didn't keep me here, but you also spoke ill of me."

"Today, if you don't give me an explanation, I will not leave."

Tang Sanzang held the nine-ring staff and hammered it into the ground. The hard ground cracked instantly and the nine-ring staff was firmly inserted into the ground.

This brutal side made the abbot and the sweeping monk shocked.

I originally thought he was a wild monk who was eating and drinking for free, but I didn't expect him to be a dragon that had crossed the river, a monk with real skills.

The abbot's face suddenly changed, and he started to cry, "Master, you don't know that some years ago, there were wandering monks who came to stay here. I am a kind person, and seeing that they were all ragged and miserable, I let them stay in the temple and provided them with vegetarian meals."

"Who would have thought that after staying for a few days, these wandering monks, greedy for comfort and food, stayed for several years and did many things that damaged the reputation of our temple."

The way the old man wiped his tears seemed like he had really suffered a great injustice, and it was not without reason.

At this moment, An Yan's voice came from behind, "You lie!"

An Yan also came here under the guidance of a monk.

It turned out that An Yan saw that Tang Sanzang had not returned for a long time, so he came in to see if he had encountered any problems. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came in, he heard the abbot talking nonsense.

Tang Sanzang turned around and looked at An Yan. He wanted to speak but An Yan raised his hand to stop him.

The abbot was also dumbfounded. Why did they bring a Taoist priest?
The abbot felt guilty and said, "Master, although you and I are not from the same religion, you should know that monks do not tell lies. How can you say that I am lying?"

An Yan saw that the abbot was still stubborn. He was not as easy to fool as Sanzang. "Then let me ask you, how many monks are there in your temple?"

When Tang Sanzang heard this, he reacted instantly and looked at the abbot with an unfriendly look.

The abbot hesitated for a moment.

An Yan did not give him a chance to quibble, and said, "Your disciples have just told me that there are 285 houses, with a total of 500 monks with ordination certificates. There are also hundreds of lay disciples."

"Could it be that all those wandering monks are the reincarnations of Arhats, and can fight ten at once?"

The abbot's face turned pale and blue, and he waved his hand and said, "Quick! Go and arrange monk rooms and meals for the two of you!"

Upon hearing this, the Sweeping Monk and the other monk hurriedly asked respectfully.

Tang Sanzang sighed, "Evil people need evil people to deal with them!"

An Yan rolled his eyes and said, "This is called arguing with reason!"

After An Yan's persistent argument, they moved in.

After the vegetarian meal, the monks in the temple performed evening prayers, and Tang Sanzang wanted to join in and discuss some scriptures.

It was found that if the upper beam was not straight, the lower beams would be crooked too. Most monks just recited the Buddhist scriptures by rote and had no idea about the meaning of the scriptures.

Later, I learned about it from an old monk who was older than the abbot.

The original Baolin Temple was not like this. People lived a simple and frugal life, and the monks there were devoted to Buddhism.

But ever since the king of Wuji came to burn incense, he rebuilt Baolin Temple and gilded the Buddha statues, and it quickly became the largest temple in Wuji.

With the incense and offerings, their lives became more prosperous, and the abbot and others were even conferred the title of Buddhist officials.

Accustomed to a frugal life, they soon sank into the comfortable days. They no longer cared about the scriptures, but only fame and fortune.

Tang Sanzang originally thought that gilding the Buddha statue was a good thing, but now it seems to be a bad thing.

When everyone pursues the surface, they ignore the inner.

After returning to the monk's room, Tang Sanzang told An Yan and the others what he had seen and heard.

Tang Sanzang said with a heavy heart: "I think it shouldn't be like this, a pure place of Buddhism."

"So, I want to stay for a few days and persuade them to change their ways."

An Yan is not optimistic about Tang Sanzang's actions. Can he really make them return to the right path just by talking?

But he would not attack Sanzang, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then stay for a few days."

"Not far to the west is the capital of the Kingdom of Wuji. It's a good opportunity for me to take Ao Lie, Xiong Bin and the others to preach there."

He did not forget his mission, which was to turn the enemy-occupied areas red.

(End of this chapter)