Chapter 644

In some places, there was an obvious off-peak season for tourism. These places were famous for their beautiful scenery, which changed according to the four seasons. Their four seasons were like that of the ancient Qing Dynasty. Tourists would always choose to admire them when they were at their most beautiful after dressing up. In other places, they relied on historical sites, so the influence of the seasons on the off-peak season was not obvious.

After all,

Stones were still stones, sculptures were still sculptures, and pagodas were still pagodas.

Clay figurines... were still clay figurines.

Over the past thousands of years, there hadn't been much change.

Xi'an was a city with an ancient charm. To the monk, this place carried many of his memories. Although he had traveled everywhere, this place was the monk's roots.

It was a pity that the blood corpse incident last time had caused many things to be erased by the broadcast. The monk's roots could not be found and did not exist in any records.

In this regard, the monk was not too sad. To monks, it was the best ending to come and go empty-handed. The power of the broadcast erased everything, but it was in line with the monk's aesthetic concept of parting and ending.

At least, that was what the monk thought.

In the crowd, the monk walked alone with the Buddhist beads. From time to time, people would notice him, but they didn't pay too much attention. They always felt that this monk looked a little unusual, but after taking a few more glances, they felt that there was nothing special about him.

Looking at the familiar ancient city walls and smelling the aroma of food from time to time, the monk always had a smile on his face. When he was young, his master often brought him here to steal snacks. His senior brothers were the same.

Unfortunately, they were all gone.

Unfortunately, they couldn't be found anymore.

The monk let out two sighs.

Nowadays, it was common knowledge that the most prosperous places in China were the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta. In fact, the political, economic, and cultural center of China was not there in the past. Xi 'an had been the capital city since the Zhou Dynasty, through the Qin, Han, Sui, and Tang Dynasties. In the early years, Jiangnan was actually an undeveloped land filled with barbarians. The real development was only started after the establishment of the Wu Kingdom during the Three Kingdoms period. It was only after the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties that the economic, political, and cultural center began to shift to the south.

Of course, there was also Henan, which was now the most hated place. It was almost synonymous with the Central Plains. At that time, the people of Henan had the same attitude towards foreigners as the people of Beijing now.

The monk did not come back to visit his relatives on purpose. Lord Zeng traveled around and finally took away a wisp of Buddha's Light of Merit and Virtue to prepare for a breakthrough, let alone the monk. At their realm, combined with the current environment, true leisure was really a luxury.

Staying at the senior level for too long, the monk had felt powerless too many times. Especially after Su Bai, Fatso, and Lord Zeng had all advanced. This feeling of helplessness began to grow stronger.

But the monk endured it all. Now, the canal was already formed, and there was only water. The water was in the ancient city of Xi'an.

As he walked, a tall tower appeared in front of the monk. This was the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, which was also one of the landmarks of Xi'an. The monk did not stop at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda but continued to walk northeast. It was not long before he arrived at the place he wanted to visit — the Green Dragon Temple.

There were many tourists in the Green Dragon Temple, and the incense was also very strong. After all, it was the ancestral court of Esoteric Buddhism. More than a thousand years ago, Master Konghai of Japan came to the Tang Dynasty with the envoy of the Tang Dynasty and entered the Green Dragon Temple to study Buddhism under Master Huiguo. After Master Huiguo passed away, the monk returned to Japan and founded the Shingon Sect, which was now one of the mainstream Buddhist sects in Japan.

The monk looked at the endless stream of tourists coming in and out of the temple with a wry smile on his face. Sometimes, a hundred years was enough for things to remain the same but people to change, not to mention that the Green Dragon Temple had a history of more than a thousand years. In fact, the Green Dragon Temple in front of him had nothing to do with the real Green Dragon Temple in history. During the reign of Emperor Wuzong of Tang, the imperial court destroyed Buddhism on a large scale. The Green Dragon Temple suffered a military disaster and was directly razed to the ground. The current Green Dragon Temple was just rebuilt on the ruins by later generations.

The monk still stood at the door and did not go in. If it was in some quiet temples in the mountains, they would definitely go up and ask if they needed any help when they encountered foreign monks standing at the door of their houses. However, in the current commercial atmosphere, the monk had stood at the door for almost an hour, but he still did not see a monk come out to ask him.

With the monk's character, he naturally would not sigh about the degeneration of public morals. In fact, the Green Dragon Temple in front of him was not the Green Dragon Temple he wanted to go to.

He just waited here.

Slowly.

With the monk as the center, the surrounding tourists began to become more and more blurry. Then, it was as if in this world, only the monk and the Green Dragon Temple in front of him were left.

At this moment, the Buddha beads in the monk's hand began to emit a faint glow. This string of Buddha beads was one of the monk's main magical artifacts. Fatso had curiously asked the monk about the origin of this magical artifact. The monk's answer was very simple. After his previous masters, master's master, master's master's master, master's master's master passed away, the sariras were strung one by one to form this string of Buddha beads.

As the light of the Buddha beads continued to flicker, the surrounding also quietened down.

The monk closed his eyes, put his palms together, and began to chant the heart sutra. After such a long period of forbearance and preparation, there was only one last step left. It would be a lie to say that he was not excited. However, on top of the excitement, there was an additional layer of calmness.

Buddhism educates people without fighting and abandons the seven emotions and six desires. It could work in the real world, but in the story world, there was no way to do so.

Fighting had long begun, and scheming had also long begun. When he saw that the sky full of Buddhas could be broadcasted as NPCs in the story world, the monk no longer looked at the illusory Buddhas. In fact, he was the same as Lord Buddha. They cultivated Buddhism, not to cultivate any Buddha that was recognized by people, but to cultivate themselves as a Buddha.

"Amitabha, you monk, you have been standing for a long time, right? Do you want to enter the temple to have some vegetarian food?" A crisp voice of a child came from the side of the monk.

The monk slowly opened his eyes and saw the young novice monk standing beside him.

The tone of the young novice monk was a little arrogant. He must have seen many monks who came to eat and drink. Of course, the Azure Dragon Temple was a big business, so it would not lack the vegetarian food to take care of the monks. Generally speaking, three meals were given. If the monk was a virtuous monk, he could discuss Buddhism with the masters in the temple. When the time came, it was not impossible for him to stay and worship the Azure Dragon Temple. As for those monks who were not up to standard, after enjoying three vegetarian meals, they would not have the face to continue to eat and drink here.

"Okay." The monk answered very straightforwardly.

"Follow me."

The young novice monk carried the broom and walked in front, while the monk followed behind.

The temple was still the same temple, but it had a touch of grandeur and grandeur. It also showed the foundation that should have belonged to it, but it had long been worn out by the tide of commercialization in the future.

After entering the main entrance and turning a corner, the monk saw more than ten luxuriously dressed monks sitting on the white jade railing in front of him. Among these monks, there were some who sat upright and still, some who were calm and composed as if the Buddha was made by nature, and some who did not stick to the style of the Buddha. They were like the statues of the Buddhas in the future temples.

In the middle, there was a monk with a solemn bearing, and he seemed to be the leader of the monks. The other monks in front of him all performed a disciple's greeting.

"Shh, don't look too much. Follow me. After eating the vegetarian food earlier, you can go back to where you came from. Those martial granduncles are not people we can disturb." The young novice monk reminded Qilü.

Qilü acted as if he did not hear it. He still stood in the same place, looking at the masters on the lotus jade platform.

The young novice monk was a little anxious. He stretched out his hand and pulled the monk's sleeve a few times. "Monk, why are you so insensible! Hurry up and leave with me! "

However, at this moment, the monk who was surrounded by the others suddenly laughed out loud. He stood up and pointed at the dignified and meticulous monk beside him.

"Huiying, he is your junior, right?"

"Master, he should be. My sarira is still strung on the prayer beads in his hand. My eldest disciple's sarira is also strung on it."

Huiying Monk was one of the most famous monks in history. So the master he referred to was naturally Huiguo Monk.

In history, Huiguo Monk had served as the State Preceptor of Dai Zong, De Zong, and Shun Zong of the Tang Dynasty. He was highly respected. He was also intelligent at a young age, and his attainments in Buddhism were beyond ordinary people. If his life was recorded, he would be even more amazing than the protagonists in the novels of later generations. He was definitely the favored son of heaven and the best of Buddhism.

More importantly, his disciples were also all eminent monks. At this time, the dark-skinned and slightly short monk sitting on the far side should be the founder of the Japanese Shingon Sect in history, Kong Hai. At this time, he was still studying Buddhism in the Qinglong Temple.

At this time, the Tang Dynasty was the center of the world. Foreign friends did not have the unique treatment of the later generations. Even if they lost a bicycle or a mobile phone, they would be treated specially and solved with all their strength. In addition, Huiguo Monk's descendants (disciples) would all be great monks in the future, so Monk Kong Hai, who would be the successor of the Shingon Sect in the future, could only sit at the bottom.

However, when he heard the conversation between Master Huiguo and Eldest Senior Brother Huiying, Monk Kong Hai's face showed a surprised expression. Then he looked at the senior brothers around him, who all looked calm, as if they were not surprised at all. Only then did he feel even more embarrassed. Sure enough, his realm was still too low.

In fact, Monk Kong Hai could not be blamed.

If a normal person suddenly faced this sentence, they would probably be inexplicably surprised. Aren't you still alive? Why are you pointing at a young monk and saying that the prayer beads in his hand are strung with their own and their disciples' sarira?

Qilü put his palms together and solemnly bowed to Huiguo Monk and Huiying Monk above.

"Disciple Qilü pays respect to Martial Uncle!"