After Becoming a Taoist - Chapter 924

   Chapter 924 Each has its own disaster

  Li Shimin heard that Chen Xuanzang had been eaten for nine generations, and he couldn’t believe it: “Can people still die nine times and live nine times?”

   “Do saints eat people for immortality?” Li Dandao asked.

   “Of course I won’t.” Li Shimin insisted.

  Li Dan said in his heart: Saints never die, but thieves never stop.

   But said: “There are few people who love the common people like their children, and those who regard the common people as fish and meat are many.”

   After speaking, he asked Li Chengqian, “Do you think the sage loves the common people like children, or does he see the common people as fish?”

   This shocked Li Chengqian: Big cousin, you really dare to say it! It doesn’t matter if you become an immortal yourself, your nine clans are still mortals!

   “The father and the emperor naturally love the people like children.” Li Chengqian said with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye.

Li Dandao nodded: “When Chengtang Jiangshan perished, Jizi had a hunch, but King Zhou was not someone who could persuade him, so Jizi disappeared. Word.”

   said again: “Also ask the sage to use Wei Zheng as the prince’s teacher and replace Xiao Yu’s post.”

  Good brother Wei Zheng, Pindao has given you a promotion.

   Li Shimin was suspicious and felt that Li Dandao was forming a party for personal gain, but there was no evidence, and instead he felt that he did not shy away from his relatives.

   Li Shimin thought again: I was scolded by Wei Zheng every day, so that I could maintain a perfect image of a saint. If I could use Wei Zheng’s energy, let the prince share the pressure for himself, and let himself relax, that would be really good.

   So he recruited Wei Zheng into the palace, but he forgot about Chen Xuanzang.

   How important is it for a monk to have a prince.

   On the other hand, under the cover of many Buddhists, Chen Xuanzang quickly passed the test.

   But he was still stopped by Li Daliang. Li Daliang has excellent martial arts skills, and he also has the skills of Canglong Qisu. There are also several disciples of the Shushan faction with the army, who are the disciples and grandchildren of Taiqing Zhenren.

   intercepted Chen Xuanzang, who was pretending to be a refugee.

   “Master Xuanzang, Your Majesty, please go back the same way.”

   “I’ve made up my mind to go west.” Chen Xuanzang was determined.

  Li Daliang said: “Outside this pass, the wolves, tigers and leopards are not as peaceful as the Middle Earth. They eat people and evil spirits, hunt grass and prey on people. A monk with fine skin and tender meat like you is their favorite.”

   “I have the blessing of the Buddhadharma, I will not fall into the three paths, I will cross people and ghosts, tigers, leopards, and wolves will retreat when they see me. Monsters and demons will not dare to insult me. Even if there are many difficulties and dangers, the road is only at my feet.”

   “Besides, from the poor monk’s point of view, there are only two kinds of difficulties. One is the ordeal caused by the Buddha to test the poor monk, so that I can become a Buddha.

   “So, these calamities are just me, so what’s the trouble?”

  Li Daliang was speechless, but he still refused to let him go.

   But at this moment, the Turks attacked the city outside the pass, and Li Daliang had to fight back. During the chaos, Chen Xuanzang was swept out of the pass by a barbarian on horseback.

  The Hu people swept Xuanzang out of the pass, and Bajie also went away.

   But Bajie is not in a hurry.

   After the Hu people captured Xuanzang, they quickly brought Xuanzang back to the tribe, and Xuanzang only recited scriptures along the way.

  The barbarian asked, “Aren’t you afraid?”

   Xuanzang said: “The one who should be afraid is you, the donor.”

   “What am I afraid of?” Hu Ren sneered.

   “Donor, you are afraid of going to **** after death.” Xuanzang said.

  The Hu people were silent.

   Listening to Xuanzang reciting the scriptures, the Hu people did not kill Xuanzang.

   Xuanzang got up by himself and was going west.

  The Hu people followed behind him on horseback: “Monk, where are you going?”

   “The poor monk is going to the West to seek the scriptures.” Xuanzang held a wooden stick in his hand.

   “How far is the west sky?”

   “One hundred and eight thousand miles or just under your feet.” Xuanzang said.

  The Hu people sneered: “You can cross the Daxue Mountain, then you don’t have to travel 108,000 miles.”

   “Poor monks have self-knowledge.”

  I don’t know how long I followed Xuanzang, but the Hu people finally realized that this monk really had to travel tens of thousands of miles west to get the scriptures.

   could not help but admire.

   That night, the Hu people looked at Xuanzang: If he really traveled thousands of miles to the west and went back again, he would know the relationship between our tribes and countries.

   A dagger was pulled from the leggings.

  Chen Xuanzang sat cross-legged and recited the scriptures, eyes closed.

  The Hu people sneaked close, and was about to kill the bald donkey with a dagger.

   But after listening to these Buddhist scriptures, the Hu people retreated, looking at Chen Xuanzang with a gloomy expression.

   The next morning, Chen Xuanzang continued to set off, and the Hu people still followed.

  The Hu people drew out the dagger again in the night, but after all, they didn’t start.

   After repeating this for seven days, the Hu people left the horses behind and went back on their way.

   After seven days of temptation, the Hu people finally determined that this guy is a devout Buddhist who is dedicated to the west, not a spies from the Tang Dynasty.

   But as soon as the Hu people left, Chen Xuanzang took out a pen and paper and drew on the scriptures the route he walked, the tribes and small countries he passed by.

  What you see and hear, local customs.

   On the way, many Hu people found this monk one horse and one horse, but when they came forward to ask, they learned that it was a great monk who was going to the West to seek the true scriptures.

   Those who worship the Buddha are very revered, and even Chen Xuanzang has many more followers of the Hu people.

   It’s just that some join and some leave. After all, not everyone is Chen Xuanzang.

   After crossing the grasslands and reaching the desert, Chen Xuanzang was still alone.

   Facing the endless desert, Chen Xuanzang still broke in resolutely.

  The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, and the long river sets the yen.

   The little monk rides a thin horse, and he knows how far he is.

   At the Crescent Moon Spring, the dragon soul of the Jinghe Dragon Lord has been arranged. Li Dandao put it into the womb of the horse. Now it has been transformed into a dragon horse, and he plans to prepare for the appearance there.

The residual value of   Jinghe Longjun is just one foot strength. Speaking of which, he can be regarded as Chen Xuanzang’s “true father”. After all, Chen Xianwei’s daughter became pregnant because of his dragon essence.

   And still waiting in the Crescent Moon Spring is the fish head shaman, Jiuqu quicksand, which will be the first tempering of Chen Xuanzang’s westward journey.

   On the other hand, in the cave of Zhangjiajie, the carefree innate Taoist, the little stone monkey, also realized “birth, old age, sickness and death”, and thought of “learning immortals”.

   Yuan Gong turned into an old ape and pointed out: “In the vast sea, there must be immortal mountains.”

  The little monkey went down the mountain with a heart of seeking Taoism.

   Just down the mountain, I came across the Baili Peach Blossom Garden. The peach trees here are nothing but a paradise for little monkeys.

  The little monkey was full after eating, but he was not very obsessed with this place, and he still decided to step out of the Baili Peach Blossom Garden.

Seeing this scene, Duke Ape smiled and said: “It can be seen that the heart of the Tao is round and undisturbed by external things. At my age, I am afraid that I will forget about it when I turn my head. I will live happily here for a hundred and eighty years without any worries. worry, but feel at ease.”

   Yuan Shoucheng, who had already arrived here, smiled and said, “Brother Dao, Tao’er is still a little greedy, a poor Taoist knows about human affairs, let’s see a poor Taoist give him a try.”

   (end of this chapter)