After a long time, Chen Xuanzang stopped the chopsticks and raised his head with a blank expression.

Even with thousands of explanations, he still broke the precepts.

This made him feel excited and could not calm down for a while.

After all, he is not a Buddha, and he cannot achieve the appearance of wine and meat through the intestines, nor can he achieve the appearance of no one, self, and sentient beings.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is color, everything is empty! You have not broken the precepts, you have just eaten some emptiness, why do you have such an expression?"

Mingshen shook his head and said, "The world is vast, and millions of creatures disappear in an instant. You can't even see through this. Not to mention Buddhism, even the devil's way can't be entered."

"Amitabha"

Chen Xuanzang folded his hands together and lowered his head and chanted the Ten Sutra of Rebirth in a low voice: "If any sentient beings deeply believe in this sutra, chant Amitabha Buddha. Those who wish to be reborn will be sent to that Pure Land Amitabha Buddha."

"The twenty-five Bodhisattvas support the practitioners, whether they are walking or staying, sitting or lying, day or night, and in all places, they will not allow evil ghosts and evil gods to take advantage of their benefits."

"If any sentient beings believe deeply in this sutra, chant Amitabha Buddha"

Chen Xuanzang's voice went from low to high, and he recited the Sutra of Rebirth over and over again with a solemn expression.

After a long time, Chen Xuanzang raised his head again, and two lines of tears left behind his cheeks and dripped to the ground, crystal clear and shattered.

"Cry to break the precept?"

Li Qingshan asked.

Chen Xuanzang's expression calmed down, and sighed slightly when he heard this, saying, "Everyone is suffering, and shed tears without realizing it."

"Good Xuanzang"

Li Qingshan was in awe.

Even though he never liked Buddhism, he couldn't help but feel respect in his heart when facing Chen Xuanzang.

There are thousands of monks in the world, and there may not be many who can compare with him. Even the Bodhisattva Buddha in the sky is probably not as kind and compassionate as Chen Xuanzang, who has not been formally ordained in front of him.

Although his cultivation is not worth mentioning, he is already a true Buddha!

"What's the use of crying?"

Mingshu was unconsciously a little irritable. At this time, Chen Xuanzang made him quite bored.

"master"

Chen Xuanzang stood up, bowed slightly, and said calmly: "I want to travel west, go to the West, and personally ask the Buddha's sutra to save the world."

He had already figured it out.

He can't save the fish demon, and he can't save the pig demon, let alone the legendary king of all demons.

He wanted to go to the West, wanted to see the World Honored One, and wanted to save the world from the sea of ​​suffering.

"Western Heaven?"

Mingshen raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "How do you go to the West?"

"Disciple is sincere and honest, how can we go to the West?"

Chen Xuanzang spoke calmly, obviously, having made a decision in his heart.

"The world is like a sea of ​​suffering, greed and anger are like poison, and all spirits are deeply trapped in the field of killing. The disciples cannot bear it and want to ask the Western Heaven to seek Mahayana Buddhism, the Tripitaka Sutra to save all sentient beings and let sentient beings escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

Chen Xuanzang said this, the treasure appearance was solemn and became closer to the Buddha.

"This is a 108,000-mile journey to the West. There are many jackals, tigers and leopards on the road, and there are many demons. I wonder how many demons are standing in front of you, you still want to go?"

Mingshen frowned slightly and asked.

"Disciple is going."

Chen Xuanzang bowed and bowed again, saying, "Don't be afraid of difficulties, tigers and leopards, and demons."

"Do you leave for the sake of Buddha or for sentient beings?"

Mingshen asked again.

"Seeking Buddhism for all living beings!"

Chen Xuanzang replied.

"If one day you find that Buddhism cannot save sentient beings and that demons can save people in the world, what should you do?"

Mingshen raised his chin slightly and said indifferently.

Li Qingshan felt nervous and knew that his elder brother Gu was most disgusted with Buddhism and was already a little unhappy at this time.

"Buddhism cannot save sentient beings. I wish to enter the devil's way!"

Chen Xuanzang said calmly.

From the fish demon to the pig demon, he already knew that simple Buddhism cannot save anyone.

All beings are in a state of verbal and killing, greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, and evil spirits prevail. If Buddhism cannot be saved, they will seek the devil’s way!

"Haha! OK! OK!"

Mingshen's indifferent expression was calm, he laughed loudly, and said, "In this way, you don't need to go to the West! The Buddha cannot save sentient beings, and the Dharma cannot do it either!"

"ah?"

Chen Xuanzang couldn't hold back the expression on his face, and raised it, his face full of shock.

"How many years have the Lingshan Mountain stood in the west? It can be seen that the sadness in the world has been reduced by a little? It can be seen that Buddhism helps anyone except those fat-headed and big-eared monks?"

The dark wounded spoke, and the sound was like thunder, which exploded in Chen Xuanzang's heart.

"Not what I see or hear, nothing is untrustworthy"

Chen Xuanzang calmed his expression and said, "Disciple still wants to go and see Xiniu Hezhou, look at the Buddhas in Lingshan, listen to the Dharma."

"Well, let it go."

Mingshen shook his head slightly, knowing that Chen Xuanzang had made up his mind.

But he was not worried.

Until now, the Buddha has taught the Dharma, except for holding some clay puppets on the altar and raising some monks with fat and strong bodies, what should I do to all living beings?

The ultimate bliss of Buddhism and the great harmony of Confucianism and Taoism are almost an impossible dream with everyone being like a dragon.

All living things are born with seven emotions, six desires, birth, old age, sickness, and suffering of separation, love and hatred, unless all spirits are destroyed, eternal nothingness.

Otherwise, this point will not be changed after countless years.

Early the next morning, just as the skylight began, Mingshang and Li Qingshan sent Chen Xuanzang out of the city gate.

"After drinking this glass of water, go on the road."

Li Qingshan held a glass of water and handed it to Chen Xuanzang.

"Thank you, Brother Li."

Chen Xuanzang took it and drank it all, then smiled bitterly: "It turned out to be wine! Brother Li made me break the precept!"

"Haha! How can a man say that water instead of wine when he says goodbye?"

Li Qingshan laughed loudly and said heroically: "The road ahead is bumpy. If there is a time to return, you should not return drunk!"

"Amitabha"

Chen Xuanzang just smiled bitterly and said the Buddha's name low, and did not dare to agree to what Li Qingshan said.

He had broken enough precepts.

"This time we go to the West, there are a hundred and eight thousand miles, and there are so many jackals and demons on the road! Since you insist on moving forward, I am too lazy to pay attention to it."

Ming Shao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression faint.

"Take a good care."

Chen Xuanzang bowed slightly.

Although his master has become quite strange, he still respects it in his heart.

"I heard that among the thunder sounds in Lingshan, there is a collection of "Dharma" to talk about the world; a collection of "Theory" to talk about the earth; a collection of "The Sutra" to save ghosts."

Li Qingshan smiled and said, "As you travel west, you should have a Dharma name, so you might as well call it Sanzang!"

Participating in the legend in person was quite interesting to Li Qingshan, and he couldn't help but say something he shouldn't have said.

"Sanzang"

Chen Xuanzang chewed it slightly, and was touched, looking at the dark wound.

"There is no natural disaster, no earth movement, and no sentient beings, so there can be no suffering. Why not call it the Three Burials."

Mingshen thought slightly and said.

"Three Burials, Three Treasures"

Chen Xuanzang shook his head, did not refute Mingshen, but said, "In this way, the disciple will say goodbye."

"Go, go! If you have free time, take a few incense heads and put some scars on them, and love them for a few more."
To be continued...