Rebirth of the mad demon of the journey to the west

Chapter 62

Historically, Tang Yizong ushered in the Buddha bone relics in March.

Moreover, he is also a weirdo, knowing that his body is getting weaker and weaker, but he seldom sees the imperial doctor seriously.

He has always firmly believed in the boundless Dharma, respecting and believing in Buddha can prolong his life and bring him long-term peace and stability.

Therefore, he welcomed the Buddha bone relic directly into the inner courtyard of the palace, but did not put it in the Buddhist temple for offering.

His actions at that time had already predicted today's results.

Therefore, there have long been rumors in the city of Chang'an: "The Buddha bones have just entered the Yingmen, and the dragon has wept in the wilderness."

This sentence means that he had just brought back the Buddha bone relic, and the funeral car carrying his coffin had already arrived at the cemetery amidst the weeping of the crowd.

Now Sun Xiaoyi sees his three souls and seven souls with the eyes of the Buddha, he has already been vain and unstable, and his yang energy has been exhausted.

If there is no accident, Tang Yizong will undoubtedly die in a moment.

Sun Xiaoyi closed his Buddha eyes and sighed softly.

Ziyi on the side asked in a low voice with doubts: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, the great Tang dynasty in Chinese history is coming to an end soon."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense."

When Ziyi heard this, he was startled, and hurriedly tore his clothes, and dragged him to a place where there were few people.

"It's okay, Ziyi, don't be so nervous."

"I'm not nervous, I just don't want trouble. Don't forget our purpose."

"Hehe, don't worry, take a look at the real face of this so-called true disciple of Tripitaka, the Living Bodhisattva Zen Master Guangdu, and then we will get out of here."

While he was speaking, a bell and chime suddenly rang on the high platform in front of him.

The originally chaotic and noisy environment around immediately quieted down.

Then, a middle-aged monk in his 40s walked up the high platform slowly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a square face and a wide mouth, a long beard under his jaw, and plump and drooping shoulders.

At first glance, the expression is awe-inspiring, dignified and solemn.

There is really such a bit of Buddha.

But upon closer inspection, his eyes were flickering, and his cheekbones were slightly red.

Yellow eyes, blue lips.

No matter how you look at it, you look like a person who is overindulgent.

This should be Master Guangdu.

Sure enough, as soon as he got on the Dharma platform, good men and women all around fell to their knees and sang 'Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless' loudly.

Even the faint-hearted Emperor Yizong stood up tremblingly, staring hard at those eyes that had lost all energy, and nodded straight at Master Guangdu.

Sun Xiaoyi was terrified when he saw it, for fear that he would be knocked to death on the stage.

I don't know whether his head keeps nodding because he has Parkinson's disease, or if he is really signaling to Zen Master Guangdu.

Zen Master Guangdu on the podium, with a solemn face, made a circle of Buddhist rituals in all directions.

Then he made a flower wishing with both hands, and recited the scriptures aloud. First, he recited a section of the "Lotus Sutra", then briefly explained the meaning and clarification, and then recited a section of the "Diamond Sutra", and then explained the explanation and clarification.

In the end, with his eyes closed, he muttered and seemed to recite the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" that superseded the souls of the dead, which seemed to be specially recited for Emperor Yizong.

Although Sun Xiaoyi is not a Samana, he cannot understand the translations of these scriptures.

But seeing Zen Master Guang Du shaking his head on the high platform, he couldn't help it, and suddenly asked loudly: "Master is really the true disciple of Master Xuanzang of Tang Dynasty?"

As soon as he opened his mouth to ask, the people in the surrounding area, including Yizong on the small platform, all turned their heads to look at him.

Even the commander of the imperial guard shouted angrily: "Bold, where did the wild monk come from, dare to intervene in the teaching of the living Buddha?"

At this moment, Master Guangdu on the high platform waved his hands lightly, clasped his hands together, called Amitabha Buddha to Sun Xiaoyi, and then said, "Where is this treasure temple from? It seems that I have some doubts about the poor monk?"

"Hehe, I just want to know how Master Guangdu can prove that he is the true disciple of Master Tang Xuanzang."

"Why do poor monks need to prove it. Looking at the world now, only poor monks can tell the Tripitaka."

"Where is the Tripitaka?" Sun Xiaoyi smiled slightly.

"The Tripitaka is in the Sutra Pavilion of Fahua Temple. This is the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, with a total of 35 volumes, divided into one collection of "Fa", one collection of "Lun", and one collection of "Sutra."

"That's pretty good. What's so special about the Tripitaka?"

Master Guangdu laughed loudly, stood up, walked to the edge of the high platform, looked at Sun Xiaoyi and said loudly: "My Buddha Tathagata Mahayana Buddhist scriptures can surpass the dead to ascend to heaven, can save people from suffering, can cultivate the body of immeasurable life, and can do infinite things. Come and go."

When Sun Xiaoyi heard this, he burst out laughing, suddenly pointed at Emperor Yizong, and asked casually, "Who is he?"

"Bold, crazy monk with blind eyes, can't you see the dragon robe and the crown? That's the current emperor." Master Guangdu shouted.

Following his shouting, the surrounding people gradually couldn't bear it anymore.

"Where did the wild monk come from, and leave quickly."

"Really ignorant monks, ignorant Buddhas, and ignorant emperors dare to wander around the capital."

"Boom, boom, Monk Ye, don't leave yet."

"I don't know if a crazy monk is worthy of talking to Zen Master Guangdu?"

……

All of a sudden, there were shouts of shouting and scolding everywhere.

Sun Xiaoyi didn't care either. He flicked his sleeves and smiled again: "Master Guangdu, he is the emperor of the day, and he is a real dragon in the world. Since you have Mahayana Buddhism and Tripitaka, why don't you tell him and listen to it, so as to increase your immeasurable life span?" ?”

"So I can teach you, a treacherous mad monk, that the Holy One is the son of the real dragon, and the crape myrtle stars in the sky descended to earth, with a life span of ten thousand years, and a life without bounds. Why should my Mahayana scriptures add life and life?"

"Hey, there's only one demon monk, with his eyes open like he's blind."

Sun Xiaoyi shook his head, let out a long sigh, then pointed to Emperor Yizong and said, "You can't even tell that today's emperor is dead, so what scriptures and Taoism are you preaching? Even if you can't cultivate the life span of the emperor, you still want to save all living beings." ?”

With his words, all the devout men and believers around were shocked.

How dare someone curse the emperor to death in person?
The commander of the imperial guards on the small stage was furious, and drew his sword out with a clang, and was about to command the three armies, first he chopped Sun Xiaoyi with his sword at random.

Unexpectedly, suddenly there was a shrill scream from behind: "Ah, it's not good, the emperor has passed away."

The commander of the imperial guards shuddered violently, and looked back, and sure enough, Emperor Yizong was lying on the dragon chair obliquely, motionless, his face was already pale with green, and had been stiff for a long time.

The commander was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a plop, looked at the imperial doctor who was driving next to him and shouted: "Don't check it out yet."

The imperial doctor's mind has been blank for a long time, and he rushed to travel with him. The emperor died. He must be buried, but after being yelled at by the commander, he managed to regain his senses and bit the bullet to check it. .

After a few breaths, he fell to the ground and cried loudly.

At this moment, all the escorting ladies and eunuchs and guards of the imperial army all knelt down and howled loudly.

Not long after that, all the monks in the Famen Temple knelt down, crying everywhere, shaking the city of Chang'an.

Among all the people, only Sun Xiaoyi, Ziyi, and Zen Master Guangdu on the high platform did not kneel down.

Although Guangdu was shocked, he regained his composure in a blink of an eye, rolled his eyes, and suddenly pointed at Sun Xiaoyi and shouted loudly: "Everyone, that mad monk is the real murderer who killed the emperor."

He shouted loudly, and it really worked.

In Famen Temple, around the high platform, the originally sad mood gradually began to change, and a fierce aura slowly emerged on the ground. Then, led by the imperial guards, all the surrounding people and accompanying attendants stood up.

They stared at Sun Xiaoyi eagerly with their red eyes.

Seeing this scene, Sun Xiaoyi turned his head to look at Ziyi, and sighed: "It seems that we have to be shocked."

After speaking, golden light bloomed all over his body, and his body slowly floated into the air.

Now everyone was really dumbfounded. They stared blankly at Sun Xiaoyi standing on the cloud, showing his real body, wearing a purple gold crown with phoenix wings, wearing a golden armor with locks, walking on cloud shoes with lotus roots on his feet, and wearing a red cloak behind his back. Exhibition, immortal halo mighty, domineering side leakage.

"Hmph, the old grandson is above the nine heavens, the great sage of madness. You have mortal eyes, and you don't know the true god. The lying monk on the high platform, don't kneel down for me. Explain your origin and origin, if there is half a word false, Look at the power of Laosun's iron rod."

After finishing speaking, a golden light flashed in his hand, and the Ruyi Golden Cudgel grew in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge pillar reaching the sky, and smashed it on the high platform at the foot of Guangdu with a stick.

There was a bang, accompanied by Guangdu's miserable screams.

The living Buddha and Bodhisattva, who had been deified in the past, knelt down in the ruins and kowtowed to forgive his sins.

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