Xuanzang, who knew the pros and cons, no longer had the worries with Du Ruhui, turned around and walked towards the palace. However, Li Er had no intention of paying attention to him and sent someone to pass on a special order. Master Xuanzang had a profound cultivation and had been practicing outside for many years, allowing him to become a monk before he reached his age. However, before he was fifty, he could only stay in Shaolin Temple to practice and not go down the mountain to walk.

Xuanzang, who received this news, was not as happy as he imagined. Instead, he felt that the opponent was too strong when he was dark. He knew that Chang'an could no longer tolerate him, so he could only bow his head and act temporarily, so he took his hands to salute towards Shaolin Temple.

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, there are basically no people in the town. The winding bluestone mountain road is also full of weeds. Walking on such a road, Xuanzang was full of doubts. Could it be that there is no one in Shaolin Temple now? All these scenes indicate the decline of this place.

I have been to Shaolin back then. The prosperous scene is not as good as the downtown area, but it can be said to be a crowded place. How has it become such a scene now? Could it be that the Emperor of Chang'an and Du Ruhui lied to me?

He brought his men to the front of the Shaolin Temple's main gate. The plaque on it was decayed and old, and the vermilion lacquer had almost completely faded. Xuanzang went up and slowly pushed open the Shaolin Temple's gate. With a long creaking sound, the ancient temple spread in the quiet mountain.

"Amitabha, who is the master who is here to Shaolin? I have misunderstood you, I hope you can forgive me." A far-reaching Buddha's name sounded, and a sentence came from the Main Hall of Shaolin Temple.

"Little monk Xuanzang, come to visit all the masters of Shaolin Temple." Xuanzang shouted loudly.

Soon, an old white-bearded monk walked out of the Main Hall and came to Xuanzang and his party, "But when did you vow to go west to India to seek the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures of my Buddha?"

There was a trace of trembling in his voice, and there was no longer the power of the Buddha's name containing internal power before. It seemed that Xuanzang's visit made the old monk excited.

"Yes, it's me, how dare you ask this master's name?"

"My current abbot of Shaolin, Tan Bei, congratulations to the master on his return from the sutra. Maybe the master will be saved when he comes back this time. If there is no one to save the trouble, I am afraid that there will be no need to wait until the Buddha is destroyed, and the Buddhist teachings will be cut off in the Tang Dynasty." The old monk said with tears in his eyes, and he was very sad.

Xuanzang hurriedly went up to support him, and also asked about the reason.

"Where is the court attacking for no reason? It is clearly the only one of Lantian Housing. Otherwise, my Buddhist sect would be full of believers everywhere, and even the emperor would not dare to say that he would destroy the Buddha.

But Marquis Lantian was a heretic. He asked countless spies to collect stains from various Buddhist temples, and later announced that the world would call on the people to attack them.

This led to the collapse of the Buddhist corpse overnight and reaching such a state.

My Shaolin Temple was also cut off by its forced methods. Young monks were recruited to be soldiers, and monks who did not practice martial arts were also asked to return to secular life and go home to farm.

Only a group of old and weak people who were fifty years old were left to fend for themselves. In order to gain vitality for Shaolin Temple, Master Huiming was beaten to be disabled in the martial arts competition arena, and later died.

Over the years, my fellow disciples who were left by Shaolin have been gone and died. Even the abbot Tanzhi died of depression. Now, there are only five people left, including me.”

This...How could this happen? Xuanzang was confused. This sentence cannot be considered withered, it was simply miserable. Shaolin Temple looks like this. I guess Mount Wutai is probably not much stronger. So, Buddhism is now in name only in the Tang Dynasty?

"Okay, okay, what a Marquis of Lantian, with the help of the country, he will promote the Tao and destroy Buddhism, and what a fake public support for personal traitors is like loyalty. In this case, my Buddhist school must not give up, and I have to see you a true seal.

Master Abbot, the little monk has just returned and has nowhere to stay. He wants to hold a order in Shaolin Temple. At the same time, I brought back a batch of Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures that I need to translate immediately. I wonder if it can be convenient?"

When Master Tan Bei heard this, he was too happy and he was reluctant to do so. "Okay, the master has obtained the true scriptures and has made great contributions in Buddhism. Not to mention placing a order, even if he passes the position of me as abbot to you along with Shaolin, he will be unwilling to ask for it. Please follow me."

Xuanzang refused repeatedly, how could he be able to occupy the magpie's nest and take over the master?

He said this, but in fact, Xuanzang was even more thoughtful, just Shaolin. What he wanted to do was the first Buddhist sect. Just like Kumarajiva, the first translator of the scriptures, ruled all monks in the world, so he naturally could not be bound by a Zen temple.

However, Xuanzang's dream was broken the next day because of the Buddhist scriptures he translated.

"Abbot, you can be sure that this Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra is a masterpiece translated by a young monk, which is very different from the translation of Master Kumarajiva. I prayed this with Mahayana Buddhist disciples all day in India for ten years. In this Tang Dynasty, no one could be like mine, because this was originally translated by myself." Xuanzang exclaimed, because Master Tan Bei accidentally opened the sutra he translated, and saw this Heart Sutra, saying that it had appeared in the Tang Dynasty.

Master Tan Bei shook his head and said, "Mencius do not lie. This Heart Sutra was a gift from the young disciple Master Lingzhen given to his disciple Master Lingzhen in Wulu Temple in Chang'an at that time. It was a copy of two copies. One was the original Mahayana Buddhism and the other was a translation version. This matter is widely known to all people in Buddhism. It was confirmed by the monks of Wulu Temple that it is indeed the authentic one. The translated scriptures are only more than 200 words. I will remember it wrong, it is not the same as yours."

When he talked about this, the old monk stopped talking because Xuanzang's face had turned pale, and I don't know if it was angry or shocked.

On the contrary, Abbot Tan Bei, who was opposite, thought to himself that Master Xuanzang was a master, had great wisdom, and was the future of Buddhism. Why did he look wrong now? He made a repeated scripture that he lied that he had translated it himself. In order to become famous, he didn't even want his own identity as a monk? Could it be that he was a liar?

Xuanzang was so angry that he gritted his teeth. How could the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures be found in the hands of Marquis Lantian? Even I lived in India for more than ten years before I accumulated such a little. Where did their Buddhist scriptures come from?

As for the exact same translation, Xuanzang was unwilling to believe it, but Master Tan Bei couldn't help but not believe it. Later, he could only be classified as a translation master with the same views as himself.

"By the way, when Mr. Lantian accepted his disciples, he said that the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures he had in his hand were to be learned by his little disciple Master Lingzhen to pass on the sufferings of the Tang Dynasty..."

"Impossible!" Before Abbot Tan Bei finished speaking, Xuanzang violently interrupted his words.
Chapter completed!