"Then, is it a monkey, a pig, a monk, a dragon horse, protecting you to go to the West and retrieve the true scriptures?" A monk stood in front of the guest hall of Duke Wei's residence. Duke Yang Wei, who was nearly fifty years old and had white hair in his temples, sat on the Grand Master's chair and asked.

"Yes." Sanzang said softly.

Yang Weigong leaned on the back of the chair, and a hint of mocking appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you think the emperor would believe this kind of fold? Go to the West to obtain scriptures? Four masters and apprentices? Go to the Great Leiyin Temple to retrieve the scriptures? Journey to the West? Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty retrieved the scriptures a thousand years ago, and you went there again a thousand years later. Could it be that you were the reincarnation of Xuanzang? And your three disciples, why didn't you show up?"

"Amitabha." Three Burials chant the Buddha's name lightly: "The Buddha's Dharma is impermanent, and its color is not different from emptiness."

Yang Weigong stared at Sanzang's eyes. Sanzang lowered his eyes calmly. Although he was over forty years old and had experienced the hardships of the Western Regions, his face was like jade, his skin was as creamy as fat, his eyes were clear, graceful and generous, and there was no wrinkle on his face, as if he was the graceful young man who set out from Xinjing sixteen years ago.

"I know you are a monk who wanted to go to India sixteen years ago. Now that you have returned, I know that what you said is true. It's just that monkey, pig, monk, and dragon horse. How do you explain it?"

...

There was no sound in the lobby, so quiet that Sanzang could hear the long and gentle breathing. The elite soldiers in the hall were already shocked by his adventure stories, looking at the famous holy monk with awe.

But this does not include Yang Weigong. Yang Weigong, the most respected Duke of Yang Weigong since the founding of the Shang Dynasty, is believed to be second only to the emperor himself in the whole country, and Yang Weigong is the second smartest person.

Instead of speaking, he leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. The cool autumn breeze passed through the lobby.

"Do you want to hear a story that will make the emperor believe?" Sanzang suddenly broke his silence.

Yang Weigong smiled and opened his eyes: "Saint monk, please speak."

"I took a great disciple at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, called the practitioner Wukong. He was the Great Sage of the Monkey King who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace a thousand and seven hundred years ago, and was finally suppressed by the Buddha of Tathagata. Little did I know that I was the second disciple of Tathagata in my previous life, named Jin Chanzi. Because I didn't listen to the teachings and had a light word and deeds, I demoted your true spirit to be reincarnated in the East Land. After ten generations of reincarnation, I was the same as the so-called suppression of Wuzhi Mountain. Unexpectedly, Yang Wei Duke did not have doubts?"

"The first time I was in danger was when I saw six thieves with scissors. In the end, the thieves were beaten to death by Wukong. For this reason, I couldn't help but mutter a few words to him, but he left in anger. In the end, I regained the evil disciples with the mindfulness given by Guanyin, also known as the tight-knot curse. Yang Weigong, the mindfulness truth, what is the mindfulness truth? Could it be that you have never doubted it?"

"I took another disciple to call Wuneng. Bajie. This disciple has six impure six senses, and Bajie is not stopped. On the way to obtain the scriptures, I was moved by the heart of the mortal world. I didn't want to return to Gaolaozhuang to get married and have children. I also repeatedly said that I wanted to leave and go home. What does Yang Weigong think about this?"

"The last disciple of my monk is Sha Seng Sha Wujing. This disciple is honest and upright, and he is determined to go west. No matter what danger he encounters, he is with his master. It is thanks to him that I can escape dangers many times and firmly go to the West to worship Buddha and seek merit. What Sha Seng is most worried about is that he was once a roller blind general around the Jade Emperor. He was demoted for his sins and suffered the pain of flying swords piercing his heart. He was eager to take the Western scriptures to wash away the grievances that could wash away the body."

"The dragon horse is originally a dragon body, but he takes on the chore of taking the Western Sutra, which makes his own people not like humans, and he also has to act hard and complain all the way west. As a dragon, he should be arrogant. Could it be that he will work hard and complain because of the Bodhisattva's words?"

"When the Buddha was taking us on a boat and took us through the Lingyun Fairy Ferry, he saw a dead body next to Liutouyang. The elder was shocked when he saw it. The traveler smiled and said, "Master, don't be afraid, that's it you." Bajie also said, "It's you, it's you!" Sha Seng clapped his hands and said, "It's you, it's you!" The person who was carrying the boat said, "That's you! Congratulations!" The four people, but there was only one dead body. Don't Yang Weigong find it strange?"

Sanzang finished the story calmly in his usual gentle tone. A trace of sadness flashed through his eyes, but soon returned to the clear and clear calm.

Duke Yang Wei said in contemplation: "So, in fact, Sun Wukong is transformed from your inner anger and desire, Zhu Bajie is transformed from greed, ascetic monks are transformed from ignorance, and dragons and horses are transformed from resentment. There has never been any so-called three disciples escorting you to the West, right? You have always been lonely on your way alone, right?"

"Amitabha." Sanzang stroked his hands ten times, and chanted the Buddha's name lightly, without affirmation or denial.

"Then, the demons you destroyed along the way were actually killed by you. For example, whether they are thieves with clipping paths, monsters with weird appearances, or monsters who like to eat people, they are all killed by you, right? You can't bear the sin of killing so many people and monsters, so you fantasize about having a bad disciple, right?"

"Amitabha." Sanzang stroked his hands ten times, and calmly chanted the Buddha's name, without affirmation or denial.

"In other words, the so-called Bajie who moved the mortal heart was actually transformed by your own greed. You fell in love with Gao Cuilan in Gao Laozhuang, and your original intention was to leave your marriage to marry into the family. Later, your anger, Wukong, awakened you and continued to move forward. The so-called spider spirit, white bone spirit, is it actually the monster that moved the mortal heart, right?"

"Amitabha." Sanzang stroked his hands ten times, and chanted the Buddha's name lightly, without affirmation or denial.

"Monkey Sha is transformed by your desires. You are a great monk with a bright future. You have to go to the West to seek scriptures. You have also complained. I hope you can quickly get the scriptures and complete the scriptures, right?"

"Amitabha." Sanzang stroked his hands ten times, and chanted the Buddha's name lightly, without affirmation or denial.

"Amitabha." Sanzang chanted the Buddhist scriptures again and asked, "Duke Wei, can this story be believed by the emperor?"

Yang Weigong smiled slightly: "Saint monk, what a wise and wise king of the lord who has never been in the ages. As a minister, I can only record both stories and submit them. If you believe it or not, I will ask the emperor to sage it."

"What about you?" Sanzang's eyes were still calm, and there was no trace of aggressiveness in his tone. "Duke Wei, which story do you believe?"

Yang Weigong was stunned for a moment. Another gust of wind passed through the lobby and a chilled sound. A maid came in and put on a coat for him.

If the second story is spread, the people in Xinjing and even the people know that Tang Sanzang, who spent more than ten years to obtain the True Mahayana sutras and Buddhism, was a monk with greed, anger, ignorance, and anger, and his six senses were impure. Then the true scriptures he retrieved would be greatly reduced, and His Majesty's image would be damaged. My great merchant reputation no longer exists.

Yang Weigong thought to himself, so he said, "I believe in the first story."
Chapter completed!