Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1117 Heading West
Of course, the people at the bottom of society can still survive. As long as they are diligent, they will not starve to death.

For those who have some ability, it is not a problem to have a full meal. To support a family, get married and have children, for ordinary people, this is the peak of life.

Soon after this, news came out that there were monks giving lectures at Jinshan Temple.

Murong Ji was curious and went to take a look. The temple banquet was extremely grand. Judging from its scale, it was the largest one since the founding of the Tang Dynasty.

At that time, Jinshan Temple was no longer an unknown little temple, but one of the few representative Buddhist temples in the Tang Dynasty.

Murong Ji found an inn nearby to stay in. A few days later, a large number of monks entered Jinshan Temple.

Murong Ji took the opportunity to sneak in and take a look. After a round, he found nothing interesting, so he quietly went up to the Sutra Library.

Inside the Sutra Repository, Murong Ji looked through it one by one and found that many of the scriptures that were familiar to later generations were still there, but most of them were missing.

For a moment, he felt a little regretful, as there were some scriptures that Murong Ji had never heard of.

Kumarajiva brought many Buddhist scriptures with him when he spread Buddhism to the East, and none of them were lost in the wars.

Murong Ji looked through it and studied it carefully.

After all, today's Buddhist classics are inextricably linked to Murong Ji.

Most of them are based on his thoughts and methods of practice, and are extended and spread out.

One person's wisdom is short, but two people's wisdom is long. Many of their ideas can make Murong Ji's eyes light up.

Murong Ji watched for three days and before he knew it, he had become a little absorbed in the process.

When I came to my senses, I saw a monk serving me. He was not very old, probably in his early twenties.

He is indeed handsome, and would be a handsome guy no matter what era he is in.

Murong Ji put away the scriptures and raised his eyebrows slightly. He saw that the monk looked a little tired. It was obvious that he was a little exhausted from the past few days.

"Are you Xuanzang?"

"My Buddhist name is Xuanzang. I wonder which sage of the human race you are?"

Murong Ji nodded but said nothing more. After putting the scriptures back to their original place, he walked down the Sutra Library step by step with his hands behind his back.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he turned around and looked at Xuanzang standing at the stairs, and said slowly: "All phenomena are like dreams and bubbles. Are you seeking the truth?"

Xuanzang was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer Murong Ji. He stood there in a daze, without any reaction.

Murong Ji understood clearly that Xuanzang had not yet found his own way. "You have gained a lot from this journey to the west."

After leaving the Sutra Repository, Murong Ji felt a little emotional.

He remembered what Tathagata said about the Tang Dynasty.

Murong Ji thought carefully:
[In the southern continent, there is much greed, much killing, much lust, much deceit, much cheating and much deception;

They do not follow the teachings of propriety, do not seek good fortune, do not respect the three lights, and do not value the five grains;
Being disloyal and unfilial, unjust and unkind, deceiving oneself, using large scales and small weights, killing people and animals, committing boundless evil, and being filled with sins and evils, will lead to the disaster of hell...

Although Confucius established the teachings of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom, and emperors succeeded one another, with punishments ranging from exile to hanging and execution, what can be done about those who are ignorant and indulgent? 】

Now it seems that he was right. When a country prospers, it will inevitably be corrupt. History books will not record how the lower classes lived.

These days, Murong Ji has been looking around and feels that the current Tang Dynasty is far from being a blessed country.

After more than 300 years of chaos in the Jin Dynasty, people's hearts turned to evil and there was endless killing. In his opinion, what Tathagata said was much lighter.

The Tang Dynasty's royal family was in such a mess. The Tang princess kept a male lover in her house and enjoyed herself every day. As the prince consort, I dared not interfere...

He is still a powerful son-in-law who holds military power.

If this is the case with the royal family, what about the common people?

Murong Ji sighed helplessly and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

After leaving Jinshan Temple, Murong Ji looked back and saw a monk transformed by a powerful man in the main hall.

Without thinking too much, you will know that this person is Guanyin.

Taoist Cihang of the Chan school.

This Taoist Cihang is also an innate saint, and Murong Ji knows something about him.

In the early years, during the Conferred God Tribulation, yin and yang were still one body, male and female were in harmony. Obviously, nowadays, gender must also be distinguished.

That state of ignorance is indeed conducive to spiritual practice, but regardless of gender, it is ultimately shackled and restrictive, and it is impossible to hone the origin to the most refined state.

It limits one's own cultivation of Taoism.

Just like the Queen Mother of the West, at her level, it becomes extremely difficult to determine her gender.

He blocked his own way, which would only benefit Murong Ji.

The Taoist Cihang was straightforward and decided the gender before his cultivation was fully developed.

The monk seemed to notice someone was looking at him. He turned around and saw Murong Ji. He was a little stunned for a moment.

After coming to his senses, he bowed to Murong Ji in the air, and then went to look for Xuanzang.

Murong Ji smiled, walked out of Jinshan Temple with his hands behind his back, and strolled towards other temples.

What he wants to see.

Naturally, some disciples collected the scriptures and brought them to the Sutra Repository in Qingyun Mountain.

Over the years, these disciples are not stupid. When they travel around the world, they all know to search the mountains for good things.

Regardless of whether they can use it or not, they all keep it in the Qingyun Mountain Treasury to help each other. No one knows what they will need one day. It is also for this reason that the scriptures of the three religions and even the works left by the saints in the world are copied on Qingyun Mountain.

After so many years, there is really no force that can compare to the profound accumulation of Qingyun Mountain.

It was almost crushed in all aspects.

Murong Ji spent several months reading books in the scripture-repositories of other temples. When he came to his senses, he realized that the New Year was almost approaching.

He bought a courtyard in Chang'an City and moved in there on time, planning to become a scholar.

As a scholar, he was indeed somewhat unqualified and seemed out of place among that group of scholars.

Thanks to Emperor Wen of Sui's policy of recruiting scholars through imperial examinations, a large number of students from poor families had the opportunity to climb up the ladder.

They can no longer get the top positions and the best resources, but they can still get their hands on some of the county magistrates and county officials at the bottom.

For them, it is also an opportunity to change their destiny.

Therefore, in order to prepare for the imperial examination, he studied diligently every day.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Murong Ji was awakened by the sound of their reading. It seemed as if he was studying hard in school in his previous life.

We have to get up at five in the morning at school, do morning exercises, read morning books, and then have breakfast. Life is dull and boring, but very fulfilling.

Murong Ji wanted to take another nap, but he couldn't fall asleep. He had no choice but to get up and go out to check the sky. It was not yet completely bright.

I yawned helplessly, groped my way out to find my home, ordered breakfast, and simply had some soy milk.

Then I took a slow walk along the river.

Soon after this, news came out that a famous prostitute had come to Chang'an City to settle down.

Murong Ji really didn't know what to say. She was a disciple of Qingyun Mountain. Couldn't she be a lady from an aristocratic family?
Not to mention other things, there are hundreds of disciples on Qingyun Mountain, and their families are still continuing, the Yang family, the Wang family, the Wanhou Chen family, the Hedong Xue family...

Which one can't be used as the background for her to experience tribulations in reincarnation?
It's just something he needs to say to his senior brothers. It's hard to talk to them, but if he calls them senior brothers in a sweet voice, they will naturally arrange it.

Murong Ji was speechless. Just as he was distracted, he suddenly heard a sentence.

"Sir, your fermented black beans."

Murong Ji came back to his senses instantly, reached out to take the bowl handed to him by the shopkeeper, handed over the money with one hand and the food with the other, quite particular.

It was early in the morning, in the dark sky, and I felt like an underground boss conducting an illicit transaction, acting stealthily.

After ordering the condiments, I turned around and saw that the place was full of people and there was no place to stay.

Most of these people are coolie boatmen who make a living at the docks. They come here to eat something and replenish their energy when they have time.

Cargo ships and merchant ships can only enter the port at night, and they can only do work at night.

Murong Ji felt helpless. If he had known earlier, he would have reserved a seat.

After picking up the chopsticks, Murong Ji simply squatted by the river and started eating.

At this time, there are various ways to eat beans, especially steaming and boiling are the most mainstream. However, steamed beans are not delicious.

It all depends on the seasoning and mixing. Otherwise, you will spit it out after taking the first bite.

It's like coaxing the stomach, and once it enters the stomach, it will be difficult to spit it out.

There is nothing wrong with eating too many beans, except that you will fart a lot, which is impolite.

Aristocratic families, and even families of officials of certain status, would not choose to eat this kind of bean rice.

As Murong Ji has the Six Treasury Immortal Thieves by his side, he naturally doesn't need to worry about these things.

Looking up, I saw a pleasure boat slowly passing by.

There were two people standing by the pleasure boat, a man and a woman, they were both talented and beautiful, like immortals.

The two saw Murong Ji squatting by the river and eating rice. They were stunned for a moment, and then they were terrified.

Murong Ji looked up, rolled his eyes, ignored him, and continued to eat.

[I never thought that Bai Mudan and Lu Dongbin are hooking up now! Is it hard for a hero to resist a beautiful woman? ]

But that's okay, as it saves him the trouble of trying to connect them.

Not long after this, Murong Ji heard that there was a young monk in the mountain temple who was about to go on a journey to seek Buddhist scriptures.

He was confused for a moment. Was this time too early? He remembered that it was the 28th year of Emperor Taizong of Tang? !
Or did he come back after 28 years?! It was so long ago that I can’t remember clearly.

It doesn't matter.

Standing in front of Chang'an City, seeing the monk walking forward step by step, Murong Ji slowly exhaled.

The path of cultivation for the human race is divided into three stages. The initial stage is the contemplation of the great Dao, which is the cultivation method of the Three Pure Ones, going straight to the root.

It is indeed very difficult.

Furthermore, after Wei Huacun, the method of cultivation changed slightly, from focusing on the great way to focusing on inner cultivation, which is the external alchemy method.

Then, when Xuanzang came back, the external elixir turned into internal elixir.

In fact, the cultivation methods of various schools and sects have existed in a certain era, but they have different focuses.

For example, in the Quanzhen Sect, it is sometimes difficult to distinguish between external elixir and internal elixir, and there is no need to distinguish them.

(End of this chapter)