Chapter 143 The Final Transformation

Shaolin Temple is known as "Zen ancestral court, the world's number one temple"; it is the ancestral courtyard of Zen Buddhism in China, located in Shaoshi Mountain in the west of Dengfeng City, Henan.

The permanently inpatient building of Shaolin Temple is on the north bank of Shaoxi River in Dengfeng, Henan. The temple is grand. From the mountain gate to the Thousand Buddha Hall, there are seven courtyards in total, with a total area of ​​30,000 square meters. The main entrance of the mountain gate is a three-bedroom single-eaves hip-top building. It is located on a two-meter-high brick platform. It is equipped with hard mountain-style side doors and eight-character walls on the left and right. The overall configuration is contrasting with height and height, which is very grand. On the front, there are three large characters "Shaolin Temple" mentioned by Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty, adding a brilliant view.

Xiaojun traveled through several provinces and finally arrived at this thousand-year-old temple. At this time, Shaolin Temple was far less crowded than decades later and there were many tourists.

The monk who was in his 30s was told that he wanted to meet Zen Master Tianyuan. The monk who was in his 30s was stunned.

"Donor, are you sure you want to meet the uncle of the Grand Master Tianyuan?"

"Yes." Xiaojun was secretly shocked when he heard the words of the monk, saying, "Uncle Master, what a high seniority."

"Donor, sorry, please go back. The little monk didn't know where the donor heard the name of the Grand Master Tianyuan Grand Master. Since the monk entered the temple at the age of 6, for more than 30 years, many guests who came to visit the Grand Master who came to visit the Grand Master were not able to meet. As far as the monk knows, the Grand Master has not seen guests for nearly 50 years, so the donor should ask him back, Amitabha." The monk blocked the little army outside the door.

Xiaojun was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that this would be the result. After thinking for a while, he spoke again: "I was entrusted by a friend to come here to send a item to Zen Master Tianyuan. If it is inconvenient to meet, I hope the master can deliver it on his behalf. If you don't see it or not, wait until you see it, let Zen Master Tianyuan make a decision on his own? I'll wait for the good news here, and I'll have a good time."

When the monk saw the extraordinary demeanor of the young man in front of him, he was definitely not an ordinary person, so he spoke: "Donor, the little monk cannot make the decision on this matter. Please tell me where the donor comes from. In addition, the items can also be handed over to the little monk, and the little monk can hand them over to the master to decide."

When Xiaojun heard the words of the monk from his guest, he took out the Buddhist bead from his arms. Whenever he saw this Buddhist bead, Xiaojun felt a little sad. The old lama worked hard for several days and kept reciting the meditation mantra, and died with all his energy. It is impossible to say that he did not do anything for himself.

He opened the silk wrapped in Buddhist beads with both hands, handed it to the monk who was very cautious, and said, "Master, please pass it on, people from Tibet, and please host, please be sure to let Zen Master Tianyuan watch this Buddhist bead." Xiaojun still hoped that he could complete it for him, although Xiaojun did not believe in the imperfect state of his state in his heart.

"Please wait, the monk will go in and spread it." Seeing Xiaojun's care about the Buddhist beads, the monk also understood that this Buddhist bead must be a precious item in the hearts of the young man in front of him. He cautiously walked into the inner courtyard with the Buddhist beads to spread it.

Xiaojun stood in front of the temple gate and waited for an hour. He was a little impatient when he saw the monk who had just walked out of the temple gate with an old monk in his early 60s and wearing a cassock in charge.

"The distinguished guest is here, I wish I could not be surprised by the arrival of my arrival. Amitabha Buddha." The old monk put his palms together and bowed his head to greet him.

"This is Master Huitong, the head of this temple." The monk from Zhike quickly recommended it to Xiaojun.

"Master, don't be too polite, it's the boy who came here to take the blame." Xiaojun followed the customs, put his palms together, and returned the gift.

"Little donor, let's not fall into the cliché. Let's go with me to see Uncle Master. It's been 50 years. The donor is the first person in this temple that Uncle Master met. Please." Huitong just sent the Buddhist bead to the place where Uncle Master lived in seclusion, and he was a little excited when he was calm for many years. He told himself, please ask me quickly. Huitong knew that the young man in front of him must be his former friend of Uncle Master in previous years and did not dare to delay.

"Please, Master."

As Huitong walked into the mountain gate, he saw Maitreya Buddha offering it to the Buddha niche, with a big belly and a smile, and was called "Big Belly Buddha" and "Everyone is happy". Behind the shrine is a wooden statue of Wei Tuo, with a magic stick in his hand. It is the guardian god of Shaolin Temple. After passing the mountain gate, there is a corridor with steles and stones on both sides, so it is called the Stele Forest. The Hammer Hall is on the west side of the Stele Forest in the mountain gate, with clay sculptures and wooden sculptures inside, which interprets the development history of Shaolin martial arts and its outstanding achievements.

After passing through the corridor and passing through the stele forest is the Heavenly King Hall. It is a three-bedroom double-eaved hip-topped hall. There are two big Vajras outside and four statues of the Heavenly Kings inside, each of which is majestic and majestic.

After passing through the Heavenly King Hall, there is the Great Hall behind it. The statues of Sakyamuni, Amitabha Buddha, and Medicine Buddha are enshrined in the hall. The statues of Guanyin are hung behind the screen wall, and there are eighteen Arhats standing on both sides. Behind the Great Hall, there is a Sutra Library, which is the place where monks of the temple preach the Sutra Library. The corridor in front of the hall is a large iron bell cast during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, weighing about 650 kilograms. The southeast of the Sutra Library is the Zen room, which is the place where monks meditate and meditate. The Western Zen room opposite is the hall responsible for receiving guests.

The two walked through the hall, walked around the Talin in the west, and arrived at the Chuzu Temple. It faced three sides, and the five breast peaks on the back. The scenery was elegant and beautiful. It is the oldest and most valuable wooden building in Henan Province. It was built to commemorate Bodhidharma's face wall. The eaves, inner columns, stone carved under the wall and around the divine platform of the hall are exquisite reliefs. The statue of Bodhidharma is housed in the shrine of the hall.

What you see along the way opened Xiaojun's eyes. The name of the first temple in a thousand years is indeed not fake. Everything you see is a witness to history, especially Chuzu Temple, which is a pure wooden structure, which is different from other magnificent buildings and brings people another beautiful yearning.

Huitong led Xiaojun to Chuzu Temple and came to a bamboo forest not far from him. Not far from him, he walked into the bamboo forest and saw a bamboo house built with bamboo structures.

"Little donor, uncle of the master is in the house. Please enter by yourself. I'm here."

"Thank you for your guidance."

Huitong smiled slightly and turned around and left.

Xiaojun looked around and found that the environment here was elegant and suitable for living in seclusion. He stepped to the gate of the bamboo house and opened his mouth to inform him: "The younger generation Zuo Haojun asked to see Zen Master Tianyuan."

An old voice came from the room: "Come in."

Xiaojun pushed open the bamboo door and walked into the house. He saw a long silver beard passing by his chest, an old face, and wrinkles all over his face. He could not tell that the old monk was sitting upright on the cushion, holding the Buddhist bead in his hand, his eyes always staring at the Buddhist bead. Even Xiaojun did not look up when he walked into the house.

"Is he okay?" the old monk asked.

"The master has exhausted his efforts in advance for the sake of the boy and has passed away." Xiaojun answered somewhat sadly.

When the old monk Tian Yuan heard this, his body shook slightly. His lowered eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light and looked at Xiaojun. After only one glance, he muttered to himself: "No wonder, no wonder, killing star has become. Old friend, you really have a problem for me."

Xiaojun looked at Tianyuan who was in deep thought again, stood by silently, waiting for him to speak again.

"Do you feel that you have reached your most perfect state?" Tian Yuan suddenly asked the same words as the old lama.

"The knot in the heart has been opened, and there is no flaw in the whole body. I think it is enough." Xiaojun answered confidently. Compared to the state of having inner demons in the past, he has experienced the grassland and Tibet, and now he is now impeccable.

"Wrong, wrong, big mistake, you have wasted all his efforts. With your current mind and nature, you can't achieve great things at all. How can you fulfill your long-cherished wish? If you can trust me, tell me about your affairs?" Tianyuan signaled Xiaojun to sit on another cushion opposite and said.

Since Xiaojun walked into Shaolin Temple, he deeply felt the heaviness and stability here. The feeling brought to him by the thousand-year-old temple was real. At this time, when he saw the old monk over 60 years old, Xiaojun naturally did not hide his experiences for those who helped him selflessly and trusted by the old lama. Although he firmly believed in his own state, the two people who received the statement from the monks still shook his heart for a moment, hoping that Tianyuan could point out the shortcomings of his mind and nature, so he spoke out what he had experienced in his life. Of course, this shocking secret of time travel was Xiaojun's last trump card and would never mention it to the second person.

Tian Yuan quietly listened to Xiaojun’s words, after a long time, he sighed slightly, stared at him and said, “Child, it’s not easy for you. No matter what your purpose is, he has made indelible contributions for this country and this nation. Although I am a foreigner, I can’t help but shout good to you.”

"Master, I just did what a Chinese son and daughter should do. To put it bluntly, it is to have the ability to protect the country, protect relatives, friends, lovers and yourself. Since I have chosen this path, some things are involuntary and no longer offend others, but people will offend me." Xiaojun said with emotion, especially when he thought of the intrigues in the future in the political arena, if he does not have enough trump cards, it is better to withdraw as soon as possible.

Tianyuan nodded, stared at Xiaojun for a long time before speaking, "Child, you are very real, you don't talk big, saying that everything is for the country and the nation. If people have no selfish desires, they cannot be called human beings. Even I have the obsession in my heart."

"Master, please teach me what fatal flaws do I have that make you so worried?" Xiaojun asked what he was most worried about at this moment.

Tianyuan did not answer Xiaojun's question, but just chanted a passage of scripture in a low voice, and his voice went from low to high.

The scriptures are like heavy hammering and initiation, which severely oppresses Xiaojun's nerves. Gradually, Xiaojun's feelings change, no longer heavy pressure, but as thick and steady as the initial feeling as soon as he entered Shaolin Temple.

When Tian Yuan finished reciting this passage of scripture, he seemed to have experienced a very tired exercise, his face was sweating and his eyes were a little dim.

"Child, what have you felt?"

"Heavy, steady, and plain, as if you are facing mountains. No matter what kind of wind and rain are hit by, I will remain unmoved." Xiaojun also turned to his senses from the feelings brought by the scriptures and expressed his feelings. Seeing Tianyuan's tired look, he asked again: "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You have a lot of wisdom. Yes, the function of this awakening mantra is to calm people's hearts down. This is what you lack. Come back to your senses. Boy, thinking about the saying that wood is in the forest and wind will destroy it is not an exaggeration to use it on you now. You have everything that others cannot match. Through your own efforts, you have already stood at a certain height. But now you are showing your sharpness and returning to your origin, do you think you can avoid being paid attention to by others? You need a scabbard to hide the sharpness of your sword." Tianyuan's years of experience in reading people told himself that the young man in front of him is not bad, especially knowing the role of his identity on China, and also understanding the painstaking efforts of the old lama. If he does not hide his sharpness, he will inevitably lose his mind when he is criticized and become a veritable killing star.

Tianyuan's words made Xiaojun suddenly realize. Such a superficial truth may not be understood by many people now. However, as a person who has traveled back, he naturally knows that in the next ten years, the darkness between people will be in the next ten years, and his current state will be like a general standing in front of the formation. He is the primary target of the enemy's attack. Only by becoming the commander hidden behind him will he emit a fatal blow without the enemy's knowledge.

"Master, I understand, please teach me." Xiaojun bowed slightly and asked sincerely.

"Do you really understand?"

"I understand."

Hearing Xiaojun's affirmative words and seeing the identification look in his eyes, Tianyuan thought for a while, and looked up and said, "Stay here, I will teach you how to put this sword sheath on yourself."

"Thank you, Master, I'm so grateful." Xiaojun said gratefully after hearing Tianyuan's agreement.

Tianyuan nodded, and did not say anything. He pulled a rope next to him that extended outside the house. After a while, a middle-aged monk in his 40s walked in from outside the bamboo door. When he saw Tianyuan, he folded his hands and bowed, and he seemed to have not seen it at Xiaojun beside him.

"Huizhen, starting today, I will add a meal for someone here, and I will tell Huitong that the guests who come today will stay forever."
Chapter completed!