The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 146 Xiaoyao Zhenren, Tathagata of the West

In the 14th year of Zhenguan, Liang Yue was 32 years old.

Lingnan, Panyu City.

Baiyun Imperial Township.

A man with messy beard and scattered hair was practicing breathing exercises.

This is a world of fifty square kilometers, with rolling hills, rivers and pools, various plants, and pottery figurines and horses guarding the four directions.

These are not the fake grass and trees transplanted by Qin Shihuang to Lihentian. The grass, trees and soil transplanted from outside will not produce a complete ecology, but the ecology of this small world can function.

Even without external intervention, it still runs independently.

The body of the Dharma is solid, with cloud-like characters surrounding it.

After seven years of cultivation, the divine consciousness has now reached three hundred feet.

The soul moves around the deity, and its diameter is the number multiplied by the soul's thoughts. Three hundred times three hundred is ninety thousand.

The coverage area is larger than Guanzhong.

At this moment, Liang Yue's mind moved, and he sensed that someone was contacting him.

"Li Jing? Or Li Chunfeng? Why is it so far away?"

Liang Yue slowly woke up and his soul returned to his body.

During the seven years, the spiritual treasure did not disappear from the world. Li Chunfeng traveled around the world, and Li Jing fought in the Western Regions. If they encountered any relics, they would report them to the emperor. However, there were no big tombs. They were basically the burial places of minor monks. There were some resources, but not many.

Liang Yue sensed the contents of the soul.

"Hmm? Tianzhu? Xuanzang?"

Liang Yue raised his eyebrows, and a long-lost face emerged in his memory.

When Xuanzang traveled west, Liang Yue gave this person a token before leaving.

Twelve years have passed since then, and no news has been received from Xuanzang.

Unexpectedly, a message was sent today. Judging from Xuanzang's character, if he had not encountered a huge difficulty, he would never contact this illusory jade pendant.

"Well, let's take a look." Liang Yue thought.

From the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the present era, it seems that I have never been abroad?
Thinking of this, Liang Yue communicated with the cloud car through his mind.

Wow!
The white cloud shrank and then turned into white light and left.

Tianzhu is also an ancient land containing ancient secrets and seems to be related to ancient Buddhism.

"I hope Xuanzang is okay."

Tianzhu is about eight thousand miles away from here, and the speed of white clouds is one thousand miles per hour.

It takes about eight hours, or four hours, to reach Tianzhu.

Xuanzang was reminded at that time that if he encountered any danger, he must inform others in advance.

……

India, Magadha, Nalanda Temple.

The precious towers are lined up like stars, the jade buildings stand like mountains, the pavilions are in the smoke, and the palaces are above the flying clouds.

This is the world's largest Buddhist holy place.

Monks came from all directions. It would be more like a city that could accommodate tens of thousands of people than a temple.

Monks in monk robes came and went, some sat on the podium, interpreting Buddhist scriptures, medical techniques, and numerology.

At this time, with the rise of Brahmaism, Buddhism began to decline. Nalanda Temple, which had more than 10,000 people in its heyday, now has only a few thousand people.

Today, the stupa where the abbot resides.

"Xuanzang, after I die today, you will be in charge of Nalanda Monastery. Ahem, thank you for your help."

Lying on the hospital bed, the old man spoke weakly and with his last breath, giving instructions in Sanskrit to a handsome middle-aged monk.

"Amitabha, disciple knows." Xuanzang always thought about returning to his country and teaching the Tripitaka and Mahayana Buddhism to everyone, but life's circumstances are often not as good as one would like.

Master Jiexian is a man over 100 years old and is also the abbot of Nalanda Monastery.

Under Xuanzang's gaze, Master Jiexian passed away.

Xuanzang came to the window and overlooked the huge temple.

Eight years ago, he traveled across mountains and rivers to come here. With his profound Buddhist knowledge and exquisite eloquence, he defeated the local monks one by one and was accepted as a disciple by Master Jiexian.

Now that Master Jiexian has died, there are traitors inside and the Brahma Sect outside is eyeing them covetously.

This was the most dangerous time for Nalanda Monastery.

People's hearts are unstable and foreign enemies are fierce.

If you are not careful, the prosperity will vanish.

For some reason, Xuanzang remembered the magical token that Tongtian gave him.

Thinking of this, he took out the white jade token from his pocket and injected a little internal energy.

"Ok?"

The token actually emitted a ray of white light, and the mysterious light flowed, which was very magical.

"What is this? Is there really some mysterious power? ... Then please protect Nalanda Temple and help it get through this crisis."

After the death of Master Jiexian, who has been the abbot for eighty years, there will be a huge crisis.

King Harsha was a follower of Brahmaism, but he did not suppress other sects, but allowed them to develop.

It is said to be letting it go, but in fact it means not caring at all. Whether it perishes or prospers, they will not lend a helping hand.

The Brahma religion was at its peak, and the Nalanda Monastery had prospered for hundreds of years, but it had long been a thorn in the eyes and flesh of others.

After a brief period of "superstition", Xuanzang put down the magical jade tablet and informed the guardian of the religion to handle the affairs after his death.

Xuanzang explained to everyone that he would soon inherit the helm.

The monks had no objection, and Master Jiexian made it clear to everyone many times before his death, so it was natural for Xuanzang to succeed to the throne.

“Don’t publicize the ceremony for the passing of the abbot. Inform everyone in ten days.” Xuanzang instructed the monks.

"Yes!"

Things are unpredictable. In the afternoon, the Brahma sect sent a messenger.

"Three days later, outside Nalanda Monastery, beside the Fearless River, I will instruct the great Dharma protector Zhi Vajra to discuss the Dhamma with you."

As expected, someone immediately revealed the news of the host's death.

As the saying goes, when enemies come, we will fight them with soldiers; when water comes, we will block it with earth. Xuanzang did not say much, but nodded in agreement.

He knew this was a Hongmen Banquet.

At night, Xuanzang visualized the Buddha's kingdom and practiced breathing. In recent years, he has focused on Buddhist theory and has not made any breakthroughs.

If you try to break through the Great Innateness now, you will successfully break through in about three days.

Xuanzang is now well versed in Buddhism and knows exactly what he lacks and when he will make a breakthrough.

Practice in seclusion, regulate breathing and meditate.

There are many sects in India, but their way of internal strength is still not as good as that in Central Plains, and the number of masters is also not as good as that in Central Plains. However, they have a unique way of asceticism.

Wow!
At this time, a breeze blew open the temple door.

Two black shadows came in silently, one on the left and one on the right, flew up and pounced on Xuanzang.

The claws of the man on the left were pitch black, emitting a light that could cut through gold and iron, instantly giving people a sense of confusion as if the Demon King Dapeng had descended to earth.

The man on the right was made of pure gold, with dragon scale-like protrusions on his body. He was a master of the Brahma Sect.

Two innates sneaked in quietly with the help of the key of the stupa.

Xuanzang opened his eyes and smiled, "It's you, beware!"

boom!
Xuanzang pushed out with one palm, and a dazzling golden light emanated from the palm of his hand. The golden light filled the room and made it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Boom!

Only dull sounds and crashing noises were heard.

After the golden light faded, only a big hole appeared on Jie Xin's chest. He leaned against the wall, his eyes wide open, full of confusion. Why was the Tathagata Palm so powerful?

The other person was unharmed and sneered:
"Great martial arts, but it's a pity that you can't do anything to me. I have taken the spiritual poison and will die in three hours. During this period, I will be extremely powerful and indestructible."

The man shook off the dust on his body and started fighting with Xuanzang.

It is just as people say, the diamond is indestructible and cannot be penetrated by swords and spears.

This man came with the determination to die, not afraid of his own injuries at all, and was determined to kill Xuanzang.

After all, Xuanzang was not someone who could take medicine, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage and was almost injured by the opponent several times.

As he was about to be defeated, Xuanzang for some reason thought of the magical token.

Tongtian said that he had incredible power. Could he save himself from danger this time?

Wow!
At this moment, a strong wind blew.

Xuanzang faced the gate and saw a strange scene appear.

I saw golden light shining outside the door.

A figure slowly appeared in the void.

The figure's facial features were blurred, he was shrouded in auspicious clouds, and there were strange lines on his body. Xuanzang was puzzled and doubtful, thinking that these lines should be the body of the gods recorded in ancient books.

The divine body opened its mouth and spit out a fiery red bead.

The beads emit the Samadhi True Fire.

Wow!
"What?" The man felt the burning heat behind him and came to his senses subconsciously, seeing a scene he would never forget.

Wow!
The raging flames burned the gold, turning it into ashes in an instant.

Xuanzang forgot how to speak for a moment.

The night is hazy, and the mysterious light shines everywhere.

The gods seemed real and unreal, and there were faint sounds of clouds, thunder and wind in the void.

Are there still immortals and gods in this world?
Xuanzang had a dream that was a mixture of myth and reality for a moment, but he immediately came to his senses, bowed and said:
"Thank you for your help, Immortal. Is the Immortal a god from the fairyland who came down to earth?"

"Yes and no. Although he is called an immortal, he is actually just a lonely boat in the sea of suffering."

"Only by finding some seeds can we cross the sea of suffering and reincarnation one day and achieve great liberation."

Liang Yue retracted his light and slowly fell down.

Xuanzang is a rather selfish person, who only seeks spiritual liberation and has very few inner desires. He is worthy of enlightenment.

Xuanzang heard the hidden meaning and said, "Immortal, have you come down to earth this time to convert me into a disciple?"

"The family background is not important. Since you have obtained the Lihentian Order, you are a member of the Jiejiao Sect in the Imperial Country."

"I see." Xuanzang felt a strange feeling in his heart. Perhaps his hard work had attracted the attention of the gods, proving that this path was not illusory. "Thank you, Immortal."

"That's fine. From now on, you can call me Lingbao Patriarch or Lingbao Taoist."

"Lingbao Patriarch..."

Xuanzang was stunned for a long time. The shock he felt at this moment was not as great as when he saw the divine apparition just now.

It turns out that the famous martial arts ancestor Lingbao is actually an immortal god.

The sea embraces all rivers and martial arts are widely practiced.

In Xuanzang's eyes, Lingbao is a figure like Sakyamuni.

Xuanzang was very smart. Apart from asking about his origins, he did not ask any other questions, such as being a disciple of Jiejiao or having other relationships.

Liang Yue chatted with Xuanzang for a while.

I learned that Nalanda Monastery houses ancient Buddha relics and the legendary Bodhi tree.

The Brahma religion has the Brahma Wheel, a rare treasure handed down from ancient times.

"It seems to be an ancient relic." Liang Yue thought.

In this Dharma-Ending Age, don’t worry about sectarianism; it’s good enough to have good things.

If you don't take it now, it will become someone else's after the spiritual energy is revived.

Liang Yue looked at Xuan Zang and said, "Xuanzang, what are you going to do next? Just go to the door?"

"No, I defeated them with my Buddhist teachings. They might get angry and ashamed. I hope the master can lend a hand then."

"Okay." Liang Yue put away the flame orb, "Since I am preaching, how can I do it without Buddha? From now on, I am Tathagata!!"

"Amitabha!"

Xuanzang did not say anything, he just felt that the master had the freedom to see through the ordinary form.

The Buddha has no impermanent form. Whether he is an immortal or a Buddha, he is nothing more than the cognition of others.

The external world is illusory, just a dream.

Xuanzang cultivated a free and detached mind, not a follower of religious beliefs that were obsessed with the world.

Liang Yue's heart is in a state of impermanence and freedom.

Sometimes he is stingy and cunning, sometimes he is generous and unrestrained; sometimes he is a gentleman, sometimes he is a villain; he has a mature heart and a playful mind of a child. This is a real person.

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(End of this chapter)