"yes." Xuanzang said softly.
Li Gongwei leaned back in his chair with a sneer at his mouth. "Do you think the emperor will believe such a report?"
"Amitabha," Xuanzang said softly, "Buddhism is impermanent, and color is empty."
Li stared at Xuanzang's eyes. Xuanzang lowered his eyes calmly. Although he is over forty years old and has suffered from Tianzhu in the western regions, he is still as handsome as jade, with clear eyes and generous face, as if he were the beautiful boy who set out from Chang 'an sixteen years ago.
There was no sound in the lobby, and it was quiet enough to hear Xuanzang's long and gentle breathing. The armored warrior in the hall was stunned by his adventure story and looked at the famous holy monk in awe.
But this does not include Li. Li, the first general founded in the Tang Dynasty, is regarded as the second cleverest man in China, next to the emperor.
He didn't speak, just leaned back and closed his eyes. The evening breeze passed through the lobby, and the huge square machine on the left creaked, which reminded him of some unpleasant memories.
"Do you want to hear a story that can convince the emperor?" Xuanzang suddenly broke the silence.
Li smiled and opened his eyes: "Go ahead, holy monk."
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"The poor monk said that at the foot of Wuzhishan, he received a big disciple named Monkey Wukong, who made a scene in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago and was finally suppressed here by the Tathagata Buddha. The poor monk also said that the skins were two disciples of the Tathagata's previous lives, named Jin Chan. Because I have never heard of Buddhism, my words and deeds are light, so I was banished to the East and suffered from the tenth reincarnation. This is exactly the same as my eldest disciple being crushed in Wuzhishan. Don't you ever get suspicious, Li?
"The poor monk said that the first time I was in distress, I saw six thieves. Finally, the thief was killed by the great disciple Wukong. For this reason, the poor monk couldn't help chanting a few words about him, but he left angrily. Finally, the poor monk saved the bad disciple through the centering spell given by Guanyin, that is, the tightening spell. What is the truth of Li Guixin? What is the tight hoop that can hold rage in this world? Wukong Wukong, since it is empty, why should it be realized? "
The poor monk said that he also had a disciple named Wuneng, also called Bajie. This disciple has six unclean roots, but there are more than eight. Lazy, selfish, greedy for women, it is difficult to tell the enemy from me. On the way to learn the scriptures, I was either eager to go back to Gao Laozhuang to get married and have children, or I was greedy for the luck to eat, and I repeatedly said that I would run away from home. Li, Bajie and Bajie, have you given up these five kinds of meat and three kinds of disgust? If the poor monk can understand, why should he understand? "
The last disciple of the poor monk was Sha Wujing, a sand monk. This disciple, honest and honest, simple and honest, is bent on the west. No matter what danger he encounters, he will always accompany him like a teacher. Thanks to him, the poor monk was able to save the day many times and go to the Western Heaven to worship Buddha successfully. Friar Sand was most upset that he used to be a general in confinement around the Jade Emperor, who was demoted for his crimes and suffered from flying swords every day. Longing for western classics can wash away my grievances.
When the Buddha led us to cross the Lingyun Fairy Ferry in a gondola, we saw a corpse floating up and down. The poor monk was stunned. Monkey said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, Master. It's you. " Pig also said, "It's you, it's you!" Friar Sand clapped his hands and said, "It's you, it's you!" The boatman also said, "That's you!" Congratulations! "Four people, but only one body. Doesn't Li feel strange?
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Xuanzang calmly finished the story with his usual gentle tone. There was an imperceptible sadness in his eyes, but it soon returned to clear water.
Li said thoughtfully, "So, in fact, the Monkey King was transformed by your inner desire, Pig Bajie was transformed by greed, and the ascetic monk was transformed by delusion. There has never been such a thing as three apprentices escorting you to the west, has there? You are always on the road alone, aren't you?
"Amitabha." Xuanzang touched ten times with his hand and gently praised the name of the Buddha. There is no affirmation or negation.
"So, you knocked down the goblin along the way is actually killed by you. For example, you killed thieves who cut off roads, westerners who looked weird and were regarded as monsters, and Cantonese who liked to eat people, didn't you? You can't bear the crime of killing so many people, so you fantasize about having a stubborn big apprentice, right? "
"Amitabha." Xuanzang touched ten times with his hand and praised the Buddha's name with pain, without affirming or denying it.
"That is to say, the so-called" eight quit "is actually your own greed. You fell in love with Gao Cuilan in Gao Zhuangzi, and you were supposed to be adopted by your wife. Later, it was your resentment towards Wukong that made you wake up and let you move on. Your so-called spider king, Bai's daughter, is actually a human woman you touched, isn't it? "
"Amitabha." Xuanzang touched ten times with his hand and gently praised the name of the Buddha. There is no affirmation or negation.
"The sand monk is your infatuation. You are a promising monk, but you have to go to Qian Shan to learn Buddhist scriptures because of your robes. You complained, too Is it right or wrong to hope to get the scriptures and return to your majesty and Chang' an in heaven? "
"Amitabha." Xuanzang touched ten times with his hand and gently praised the name of the Buddha. There is no affirmation or negation.
Xuanzang asked, "Amitabha, Gong Wei, will the emperor believe this story?"
Li said with a smile, "The holy monk is really a wise king. As a vassal, I can only record and submit these two stories. Believe it or not, I have to ask the emperor to judge. "
"What about you?" Xuanzang's eyes remained calm, and there was no hint of aggression in his tone. "Gong Wei, which story do you believe?"
Li paused. Another gust of wind passed through the lobby, making the square machine on the left squeak.
"If the second story spreads, the people in Chang 'an know that the eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty who learned the scriptures is a greedy monk, then the scriptures he brought back will be greatly reduced, and your majesty's image will be damaged. The kingdom of destiny that I worked so hard to establish in the Tang Dynasty will no longer exist." I feel worried about Li.
So he said, "I believe the first story."
Then Xuanzang said with a smile, "So Buddhism is boundless."