Chapter 448 Little White Dragon and White Dragon Horse

She is going to start secretly observing the life of the human Tang Xuanzang!

She turned into a pure white lark and came to the window of the hall. The most here are tits, but how can she become that kind of vulgar bird?

There is a monk sitting in the hall, and there are two old monks in the middle. A Zen stick with a burden around him, as if he had traveled here from other places. Another natural is the host of the temple.

"Everold Fa Ming, I have heard that Buddhism in Jinshan Temple is prosperous for a long time, so I'm here to ask for advice." The old monk with a Zen stick said.

"Master Tianyang, I dare not."

"What dare not?" Tianyang suddenly said harshly, "Do you dare to respond?"

Elder Fa Ming was stunned and realized that he began to discuss the law, so he replied with a smile, "Do you dare to let it go?"

"Put it down!"

"I'm empty-handed. What should I put?"

"Then why are you still holding it?"

"My heart is in good spirits."

The two of them asked and answered questions one by one, and the questions were answered quickly, only listening to the monks on both sides talking.

"Do you understand?" No?" Oh, it's too profound." What a mystery!"

Xiao Bailong only looked for Xuanzang, but saw him in the crowd, looking at her this way.

The little white dragon's heart beat, and he only felt that his face was about to turn red. Suddenly, he found that he was a bird, and he couldn't see his face blushing.

I only saw Xuan Zang smile at her.

Doesn't this person recognize me? Xiao Bailong thought, it's impossible. He is just a mortal.

The answer here has reached a critical moment, and the two old monks have white smoke on their heads.

Tianyang: "How is it Zen?"

Fa Ming: "Yes."

Tian Yang: "What is the magic eye?"

Fa Ming: "No."

Tianyang: "How is it empty?"

Fa Ming: "Ask."

Tian Yang: "Is that so?"

Fa Ming: "Isn't it?"

Tian Yang: "Is that right?"

Faming: "This..."

"Hahahaha!" Tianyang laughed and said, "So you did these two times."

"This... I..." Fa Ming's face turned red. The monks around were in an uproar.

Tianyang said, "Jinshan Temple has a false name. I travel all over the world and don't see a real person. It's deplorable!"

"Hahahaha!" Suddenly, some people laughed in the crowd.

Everyone turned around, and the person who laughed was Xuanzang.

Tian Yang stared at Xuan Zang: "Is there anything ridiculous about this little master?"

"Ah?" Xuan Zang said, "No, I just watched the two rabbits tearing on the tree outside the door, so it's ridiculous."

"Why is the rabbit on the tree?"

"What's on the tree?" Xuan Zang asked.

"This..." Tianyang Yusai looked at Xuan Zang again, "I really can't see that he has such a skill at a young age."

"Ah?" A monk on one side said, "He is the laziest one of us. He never listens to the scriptures well."

"No more words!" Fa Ming drank the monk and said to Xuan Zang, "Xuan Zang, if you have anything to say, you might as well talk about it."

"It's really nothing." Xuan Zang smiled, "I really saw the rabbit just now, and I also saw a blushing white lark."

Ah? The little white dragon was so scared that he almost fell from the window.

"Huh! The little monk is playing falsely. If you don't say it, I'll ask you!" Tian Yang Dao.

"Excuse me."

"What is Buddha?"

Xuan Zang looked at his head, then at his feet, and then outside the door...

"Have you lost anything? Think about it!" Fa Ming is in a hurry.

"What do you think? He has already answered: There is no Buddha everywhere. Little master, it's really yours!" Tian Yang said.

Xuan Zang smiled.

"I'll ask one more question, or can't the Fa Ming answer that just now? How is it empty?"

"Break!" Xuan Zang said it without thinking about it.

"Is that right?"

"No!"

"It's not the answer!" Tianyang stared. Look for it!"

"Aren't you still asking!" Xuan Zang also shouted. I owe it!"

The two of them stared at each other. The monks were stunned.

For a long time, Tian Yang sighed: "You are very right. I lost."

Xuan Zang became famous in the first battle.

After Tianyang left, Xuanzang was immediately surrounded by the monks of the whole temple and asked him to explain.

"Yang's last move that day was very fierce. How can you catch it? What's the deep meaning of your sentence "I owe a beat"?

Xuan Zang touched his bald head and smiled: "Nothing! He said that I answered wrong and wanted to hit me. I said that I answered wrong, so what? If you dare to hit me, I will hit you. When he saw that I was young, he thought that he couldn't beat me, so he gave up.

"Ah?" Wow - a piece was poured into the temple.

"Xuan Zang, you are very smart. In the future, you will practice by my side, and I will give you what I have learned all my life." Fa Ming said.

Xuanzang touched his bald head and said, "Actually... I think it's better to be in the deacon hall before. If you have time, you can raise flowers and look at the sky. I can't recite those Buddhist scriptures."

"If you don't study hard, how can you get my manor?"

The eyes of the monks on the side turned red, which is equivalent to passing on the position of host.

But Xuanzang said, "Actually, I want to learn, but you can't teach me."

The monks exclaimed, and Fa Ming couldn't help shaking and finally stood firm.

"What do you want to learn?" Fa Ming asked angrily.

Xuan Zang raised his head, looked at the white clouds in the sky changing, and said, "I want this day, I can't cover my eyes anymore, I want this place, I can't bury my heart, I want all sentient beings to understand my meaning, and I want all the Buddhas to disappear!"

As soon as this sentence comes out, it is like a Thunderbolt in the sky!

When Tang Monk remembered this sentence, the light in his eyes shone for a moment, which made everyone feel dazzling.

Tang Xuanzang returned to the cabin.

The fish is still in the tank.

"How wet the ground is. You must be naughty again!" Xuan Zang said to the little white dragon with a smile.

The little white dragon waved her tail and smiled. She found that she was willing to be a fish, as long as she could stay with him.

Since Xuanzang fought with Tianyang and rejected Fa Ming's teaching, he seemed to be more and more lonely in the temple. All the monks smiled strangely when they saw him. Fa Ming no longer paid attention to him, and no one called him. When everyone was chanting in the hall, Xuanzang swept the fallen leaves in the empty square and put each dead leaf back to the root of the tree. Otherwise, when lying on the ground alone, others think he is sleeping. In fact, the little white dragon knows that he is looking at the sky for more than an hour at first sight. In the evening, he returned to the lit house where he lived alone and lit the faint oil lamp to say something. He became more and more silent, and talked less and less with the little white dragon and flowers and plants. His clear smile gradually disappeared. With the passage of time, something gradually climbed up his eyebrows. He no longer swept the fallen leaves or looked at the sky. He just sat there and thought all day.

He was very distressed. Xiao Bailong thought that he must have something he couldn't figure out, but she didn't know what he was thinking. After staying with him for so long, she became more and more unable to understand his heart. What is in people's hearts? The little white dragon vowed to figure it out. Sometimes he writes under the lamp, and she jumps in the water tank. In the past, Xuanzang would smile at her, but now he ignores it.

He didn't mention sending her home, and she didn't want him to mention it.

On that day, several monks sat down under the tree to talk.

A man named Xuansheng said, "I think this Buddha is like a big tree in front of the court, with thousands of leaves and roots."

Another one named Xuan Qi said, "I also have a comparison. I see this Buddha, like a courtyard, shines on it from time to time, and I reflect on myself."

All the monks around said, "What the two brothers said is wonderful, which really shows the meaning of Buddhism."

The two were quite proud, but they saw Xuan Zang sitting alone and ignored it.

Xuan Qi shouted, "Xuan Zang, what do you think of what we said?"

Xuanzang didn't look back and said with a smile, "If it were me, I would cut down the tree, fill the well, and let you die!"

Xuansheng Xuanqi jumped up and said, "What a cruel monk, can't you see our mystery?"

Xuan Zang laughed and said, "If it's really mysterious, where are the trees and wells?"

"Huh! So what do you think Buddha is?"

"Is there a Buddha? Where is it? Grab one and let me see!" Xuan Zang said.

"The vulgar thing! Buddha is in my heart, how to catch it.

"The Buddha is in your heart. What do you think it does? It's better to fart!"

Xuanqi was furious and scolded, "You are a beast! Muffle your mouth and humiliate the Dharma! No wonder the Buddha wants you to float on the river. He doesn't know his name, and his parents don't know it!"

As soon as he said this, Xuanzang's face changed greatly, and he was as white as paper.

Xuan Qi knew that he was speechless, and everyone dispersed when they saw the situation.

There is only one Xuan Zang left in the square.

The wind blew a few dead leaves to his feet, and a lonely wild goose in the sky screamed sadly, shocking the western sky like a bloody sunset.

"Who... who gives birth to me? Why did you give birth to me?" Xuan Zang muttered, "He brought me here without pointing my way... Why, why!"

He looked up and asked the sky loudly. The sky was silent, and only a tear slipped down his mouth.

Xuan Zang returned to the hut. The little white dragon was stealing his scrolls in the house. Seeing him coming, he quickly turned into a carp in the water tank.

Xuan Zang was stunned in the room for a long time and suddenly began to pack up.

The little white dragon watched him take a burden and came to the water tank again.

"Let's go. I'll take you home." Xuan Zang said.

Xuanzang wanted to leave the temple, and Fa Ming could not stop him. He only sighed, "You are born lonely. In the future, you should take the Buddha in your heart to ask for blessings from time to time."

"Master, I've been thinking that everything in the world comes from the sky, but where does this sentient beings come from? Everything in the world is finally empty. What is the purpose of that man coming to the earth?

"This... In fact, I will tell you honestly for my teacher. If you can understand, you don't have to practice hard as a teacher for many years."

"Master, I'm leaving. I'm going to walk a long way."

Fa Ming said, "As a teacher, I understand your thoughts. Take care of yourself."

Now sing a sme: Taoism is unspeakable, and there is no question about the heart, and the enlightened person becomes heaven and earth, and the emptiness comes from it.

"Disciples keep it in mind."

Xuan Zang worshipped the elder Fa Ming three more times, got up and held a bowl with a golden carp, and turned his head away.

At that time, the sky and the earth were solemn, and the boundless fallen leaves fell down, the sound of the wind, the sound of vegetation, the sound of the tide, the sound of birds, the sound of birds, the sky and earth seemed to be suddenly full of all kinds of voices, as if there were countless voices talking, listening carefully, but there was nothing.

A great long trip kicked off.

Xuanzang by the river held the bowl and said, "In those years, I came from here."

The white fog on the river was filled, and the wind rolled up his clothes. He seemed to be talking to the little white dragon and to himself.

"Everything is sacred. One grass and one tree are always related to love. You also have your home and your own. I can't keep you anymore. Go ahead."

He put the golden carp into the river, and the fish circled several times, but did not leave.

"Do you also have a friendship? I'm in my heart. Let's go." Xuan Zang said.

Xiao Bailong suddenly felt that she was going to cry. These days, she didn't say a word. She just listened to the monk, watching the monk read, sweeping the floor, looking at the monk's frown when he was thinking, and looking at the monk's peaceful face when he fell asleep. She felt that she could not live without these. There was no such person in the Dragon Palace. There was no such person in the East China Sea, and there was only one such person in the vast world.

Does she really want to leave him like this?

"Meeting is all fate. Don't force fate. I'm going to the sky, and you can't follow me. Go ahead." The monk is persuading her.

The little white dragon suddenly had an impulse. He wanted to show his real body, tell the monk all this, and then accompany him all over the world.

But she didn't in the end. She waved her head and swam to the sea.

In the water, a crystal pearl slowly sank to the bottom of the river.

Everything will disappear, and all that can be left is memory. And is the memory real or illusory? It can't be touched or seen, but it is so heavy engraved in the heart.

It may be the little white dragon, it may be Zhu Bajie, it may be A Yao, maybe it may be everyone. When the little white dragon felt the silent and slow flow of water at the bottom of the eagle's sad stream, she knew that time was passing. But her memories are always bright, and everything seems to be a long time ago.

"The sea is red, and the dragon palace is dark. I abandoned my body and flesh and blood, so that the Emperor of Heaven can't get anything.

"I will abandon everything he wants, leaving only my quiet soul for the people I love."

It's strange that when the sword was rubbed on the neck, the mind at that moment was remembered very clearly. The little white dragon watched his blood slowly melt beautifully in the sea, and saw his father's trembling and tearful face. There is no sound, no pain, only that momentary thought: "It turns out that life is so short. It turns out that when you find what you love, you should pursue it desperately. Because life will end at any time, and fate is the sea. When you can swim freely, you have to swim to your beloved, because you don't know what will come and take away all hopes and dreams.

The little white dragon holds the bead, reverses the sea current, towards the light swaying on the distant sea, swimming, swimming...