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Chapter 915 The Dismal Shaolin Temple
Xuanzang, who knew the benefits and benefits, no longer entangled with Du Ruhui, and immediately turned around and was about to walk towards the palace, but Li Er had no intention of paying attention to him, and sent someone to pass on a special decree, Master Xuanzang's cultivation is profound, and he has been away for many years For practice, he is allowed to shave or become a monk before he reaches the age, but he can only stay in Shaolin Temple to practice before he is 50 years old, and he is not allowed to walk down the mountain.

Xuanzang, who got the news, was not as ecstatic as he imagined. Instead, he felt that the dark road ahead was too strong, and he knew that Chang'an could no longer accommodate him, so he had to bow his head temporarily, so he walked towards Shaolin Temple with his hands saluted. past.

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, there were basically no people in the town, and weeds were overgrown on the winding bluestone mountain road. Walking on such a road, Xuanzang was full of doubts. Could it be that there are no people in Shaolin Temple now?All these scenes all show the decline of this place.

I also came to Shaolin back then. The bustling scene was not only comparable to a busy city, but also full of people coming and going. How did it become such a scene now?Could it be that the emperor of Chang'an and Du Ru deceived me?
He led the people to the front of the main gate of the ancient temple of Shaolin Temple. The plaque on it was rotten and old, and the original vermilion paint had almost faded away. Xuanzang went up and slowly pushed open the gate of Shaolin Temple. This quiet mountain temple spread.

"Amitabha, where is the master who came to my Shaolin? I have lost my way, and I hope to forgive you." A profound Buddha's chant sounded, and at the same time, a sentence came from the Mahavira Hall of Shaolin Temple.

"Little Monk Xuanzang, I'm here to pay homage to the masters of Shaolin Temple." Xuanzang shouted loudly.

Not long after, an old monk with a white beard walked out of the Mahavira Hall and came in front of Xuanzang and his party, "But when you made a vow to go west to Tianzhu to seek my Buddha Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, Master Xuanzang?"

There was a tremor in the voice, and it no longer had the prestige of the Buddha's name that contained inner strength before. It seemed that Xuanzang's visit had excited the old monk.

"That's right, it's the poor monk. Dare to ask the master's name?"

"The old abbot of Shaolin, Tan Bei, congratulates Master on his return from learning the scriptures. Maybe when the Master comes back this time, our Buddhism will really be saved. If there is no more rescuer, I am afraid that we will not have to wait until the Buddha is destroyed. The Dharma will be cut off in the Tang Dynasty." Inheritance." The old monk said with tears in his eyes, very sad.

Xuanzang hurried up to support him, and at the same time asked why.

"Where is the imperial court's unprovoked trouble? It is clearly the Lantian Hou alone. Otherwise, there are many believers in my Buddhist sect all over the place, and even the emperor would not dare to say that the Buddha is destroyed.

But Lan Tianhou is a heretic. He asked countless spies to collect the stains of various Buddhist temples, and later announced that the world called on the people to crusade.

This led to the collapse of the Buddhist building overnight, to such a situation.

My Shaolin Temple was also cut off by its coercive means. The young monks were conscripted to be soldiers, and the monks who did not practice martial arts were also required by the law to return to the vulgar and go home to farm.

Only a group of old and weak after the age of 50 were left to fend for themselves. In order to gain vitality for the Shaolin Temple, his master uncle Huiming was beaten into a maimed body in the martial arts competition ring, and finally passed away.

Over the years, my fellow disciples from Shaolin left behind to death, and even the abbot, Tan Zhi, died in depression. Now, including my old monk, there are only five of them left. "

This... this, how could this happen?Xuanzang was stunned, this sentence can't be regarded as withered, it is simply miserable, Shaolin Temple looks like this, it is expected that Mount Wutai might not be much stronger, so now Buddhism has existed in name only in Tang Dynasty?

"Okay, okay, what a marquis of Lantian, using the name of the country, to carry out the act of exterminating the Buddha, what a fake public good, selfishness and traitors seem to be loyal. If this is the case, my Buddhist sect must not stop here, and I must see you for real.

Master abbot, the little monk has just come back and has nowhere to stay. I want to place an order in Shaolin Temple. At the same time, I brought back a batch of Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures that need to be translated immediately. I wonder if it can be convenient? "

When Master Tan Bei heard it, he was too happy, so why would he not want to, "Okay, the mage traveled west and obtained the scriptures, and made great contributions in Buddhism, not to mention the order, even if the old monk's position as the abbot is passed on to you along with Shaolin It’s also what I wish for, everyone, please come with me.”

Xuanzang repeatedly declined, how could he occupy the magpie's nest and overwhelm the host?

That's what he said, but in fact Xuanzang's mind is bigger, it's just Shaolin. What he wants to do is to be the head of Buddhism, just like Kumarajiva, the early translator of scriptures, to rule all monks in the world. The temple bound hands and feet.

But Xuanzang's dream was shattered the next day because of the Buddhist scriptures he translated.

"Abbot, can you be sure that this "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" is a proud work translated by the little monk, and it is very different from the translation of Master Kumarajiva. The poor monk spent ten years in India. This is what I followed the Mahayana Buddhist disciples to recite every day, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone in the Tang Dynasty to be like me, because I originally translated it myself." Xuanzang exclaimed, because Master Tanbei accidentally opened it to see him. The translated scriptures, saw this Heart Sutra, and said that it had already appeared in the Tang Dynasty.

Master Tan Bei shook his head and said: "Monks don't lie. This Heart Sutra was a meeting gift from Lantian Hou Baifan to his young disciple Master Lingzhen in Wulou Temple in Chang'an. There are two copies. One is the original version of Mahayana Buddhism and the other is The translation version, this matter is widely known in Buddhism, and it has been confirmed by the eminent monks of Wulou Temple that it is indeed genuine. The translated scriptures are only more than [-] words, and the old monk will not remember it wrong. Not bad at all."

When it came to this point, the old monk stopped talking, because Xuanzang's face was already pale, and he didn't know whether he was angry or shocked.

Instead, the abbot Tan Bei on the opposite side thought in his heart, saying that Master Xuanzang is a master, has great wisdom, and is the future of Buddhism. Why does it look wrong now? He made a duplicate scripture and lied that he translated it. To become famous, don't you even want to be a monk?Could it be that he is a liar?

Xuanzang was so angry that he gritted his teeth. How could the Marquis of Lantian have Mahayana Buddhist scriptures in his hand?Even I have lived hard in Tianzhu for more than ten years to accumulate so much. Where did their Buddhist scriptures come from?
As for the translation being exactly the same, Xuanzang didn't want to believe it at first, but Master Tan Bei's words were so convincing that he couldn't believe it. Later, he could only attribute it to a master translator who had the same opinion as himself.

"By the way, Lan Tianhou said when he was accepting disciples that he had all the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures in his hands, which were to be learned by his young disciple Master Lingzhen and passed on to all living beings in the Tang Dynasty to escape suffering..."

"Impossible!" Before Abbot Tan Bei finished speaking, Xuanzang violently interrupted his words.

　Today's Chapter 2, thank you for your support.

　　
　
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