Rebirth of the mad demon of the journey to the west

Chapter 61 Visiting the Daci'en Temple
Nanfangbuzhou, Chang'an City of Tang Dynasty.

It was July of the 14th year of Xiantong, the fifth month since Tang Yizong received the inexplicable Buddha bone relic from Famen Temple.

The Tang Dynasty in this period was already precarious and in danger.

The vassals and towns were severely divided, and small peasant uprisings continued to occur in the Quartet.

Up and down the ruling and opposition parties, eunuchs exercise power.

There are no capable ministers to use in the court, and no generals to fight in the field.

This Tang Yizong is also a well-known faint emperor in history, he is so overjoyed, vain and incompetent.

Whenever he travels, tens of thousands of people follow him. He especially likes to watch musicians and actors perform. There are more than 500 actors and actresses in the palace, and they often reward actors and spend extravagantly.

Even though the country was in such a chaotic situation, Yizong still didn't know how to repent.

Relying on the future national destiny on the spiritual sustenance, if you have nothing to do, go to the Da Ci'en Temple to find the eminent monks there to solve your doubts and seek spiritual comfort.

At that time, there were more than 300 Buddhist temples in Chang'an City, large and small.

The famous Ci'en Temple, Xingshan Temple, Jianfu Temple, Anguo Temple, Zhuangyan Temple, etc. are scattered in Chang'an City.

The southern suburb of Chang'an City, where the temples are most dense, extends to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, densely packed and emerging in endlessly.

So when Sun Xiaoyi and Ziyi came to Chang'an City, they had an intuition that one head was two big. To find the reincarnated soul boy of the Tathagata from hundreds of thousands of temples and Buddhist temples is really like looking for a needle in a haystack.

What's more, that little soul boy is still a mortal.

Sun Xiaoyi walked around the streets and alleys of Chang'an City with his purple clothes. Looking at the desolate and dilapidated street scene, he felt emotional for a moment, and said softly: "When I went out to search for immortals and Taoism, I also came to Chang'an. At that time, Chang'an City was still It's a bustling scene. Unexpectedly, it is now in such a state of desperation."

"Brother Xiaoyi, greatness must be reversed. More than a hundred years ago, the Tang Dynasty was also at its peak, and its power spread everywhere. Moreover, this may have something to do with the theft of the Tripitaka."

Sun Xiaoyi turned his head in surprise and glanced at the beautiful and refined fairy beside him, and said with a soft smile, "Ziyi, do you have your own opinion on the rise and fall of dynasties in the world?"

"Of course, otherwise do you think he is a vase?" Ziyi pouted at Sun Xiaoyi coquettishly.

"Haha, even if it's a vase, Lao Sun is also happy. Such a beautiful vase, it's so pleasing to keep around." While talking, Sun Xiaoyi casually grabbed Ziyi's delicate little hand.

His sudden attack startled Ziyi, her pretty face flushed immediately, she suddenly withdrew her hand, and said in a low voice, "Brother Xiaoyi, this is the street."

"What are you afraid of on the street? One day, sooner or later, this society will no longer be pedantic and conservative, and there will be no such thing as intimacy between men and women." Sun Xiaoyi curled her lips and said disdainfully.

"Will this day really happen?"

"Really, Little Brother Yi promises. As long as we continue to cultivate seriously and live the same life as the heaven and the earth, in another 1000 years, we will definitely develop to that era."

Hearing Sun Xiaoyi speak confidently, Ziyi was unbelievable, and he couldn't figure out where his confidence came from.

It was strange, but suddenly Sun Xiaoyi stopped, looked at the magnificent temple not far ahead, and murmured, "We've arrived at the Daci'en Temple."

"Brother Xiaoyi, go in and look for it."

"Hehe, the reincarnated soul boy will definitely not be here."

"Why are you so sure?" Zi Yi asked strangely.

"Think about it, if the Tathagata is reincarnated, he will have to go through hundreds of kalpas before he is willing to be reborn. This opening will definitely not be in such a luxurious Buddhist temple. In all likelihood, he is in a remote, small and dilapidated place. The temple is waiting for us."

"Oh, shall we go in then?"

"Of course, why not. I heard that there is a master Guangdu in Ci'en Temple, who claims to be able to save all living beings. He is the fourth generation descendant of the founder of Sanzang. You have to go in and see what kind of eminent monk he is."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Ziyi to a secluded place.

Because they were going to visit Chang'an to find the reincarnated soul boy, they both wore ordinary people's robes and high boots.

The purple clothes even changed into the old clothes of mortal women, covering up her radiance.

Otherwise, with her stunning face, walking on the street may cause countless disasters.

"Ziyi, let's go in and take a look as monks."

"Why do you want to become a monk? It's so ugly." Zi Yi suddenly became entangled.

"Hehe, otherwise, if you want to go in, I'm afraid it won't be so easy. Otherwise, I'll go in by myself?"

"No, just change. Really."

Ziyi let out a coquettish groan, then turned around on the spot, and silently recited the dharma formula. With the surge of immortal energy, he had transformed into a young monk with delicate features and neat features. He was wearing neat monk robes.

Looking at her image, Sun Xiaoyi shook his head and smiled, "If you enter with this image, people will suspect that you are a female companion in men's clothing, so you have to be even more ugly."

After finishing speaking, he blew a breath of fairy air on Ziyi.

In the blink of an eye, she turned into a ragged, dirty and barefoot wandering monk again.

"Haha, this image is almost the same."

"Wow, it's so ugly."

"Hey, aunt, don't twist your waist, that's really ugly."

Seeing that Ziyi was about to twist her waist and act coquettishly, Sun Xiaoyi quickly waved at her. If she acted coquettishly like this, she would definitely get goose bumps all over the place.

After finishing Ziyi, he transformed himself into a mangy monk.

Wearing a blue-gray Baina monk suit, also barefoot.

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

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After a few breaths, Sun Xiaoyi and the two down-and-out monks transformed into Ziyi came to the gate of Ci'en Temple.

This Daci'en Temple is the most famous and magnificent Buddhist temple in Chang'an City. It was built by Prince Li Zhi during the Zhenguan period to commemorate his mother's grandson's family.

Although after more than a hundred years, the national power has declined and the state affairs are in chaos.

But in this Ci'en Temple, the incense is still flourishing, there are more than a thousand monks, all of them are brightly dressed, wearing bright red cassocks, and their faces are full of red light.

Coincidentally, today is said to be the day when Master Guangdu set up an altar to give lectures.

The entire Ci'en Temple was full of people, noisy and lively.

Sun Xiaoyi and Ziyi easily sneaked into the temple, wandered around, and walked towards the altar where the altar was opened to give lectures.

After a while, we came to a large square.

The entire square covers an area of ​​more than 2000 square meters, and a high platform is erected in the distance.

There is a Dharma seat on the high platform, surrounded by smoke, and there are all kinds of bells and chimes.

On the side of the stage, there is another small stage with a golden dragon chair placed on it, surrounded by layers of guards.

On the dragon chair, there was a middle-aged sick man reclining, his face was sallow, his eyes were dull, he was wearing a dragon robe, and he was wearing a Chao Tian crown. .

It looked like Tang Yizong's imperial driver had arrived in person.

He has always believed that Zen master Guangdu can bring him good luck and prolong his life, so whenever the Zen master lectures on the scriptures, he spares no effort to run out of the inner courtyard of the palace and sit aside to listen to the scriptures and Dharma.

I don't know if he really understands or is just pretending.

Sun Xiaoyi glanced at him. This was the first time he saw an emperor in the history of China. Although he was an ignorant and foolish emperor, he was still an emperor.

Looking at Tang Yizong's drowsy look, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and he felt cold all over his body.

This feels a little strange.

Sun Xiaoyi frowned, and the golden swastika charm gradually appeared in his eyes.

This is the Eye of the Buddha given by Patriarch Bodhi. When I opened the Eye of the Buddha and looked at Tang Yizong again, I was shocked.

He seemed to be dying soon.

(End of this chapter)