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The two kept walking westward, and gradually approached the border.

I happened to pass by a ruined temple in the evening. Although it was ruined and there was no one in the temple, there was always a place to settle for a night better than sleeping out.

I walked into the temple with my backpack, and I do n’t know how long no one has been in the temple. There is a layer of dust on the ground, and there are some spider webs on the beams. Without a living creature, even the spider could not survive.

石 On the platform in the middle of this ruined temple, there is still a stone Buddha with a broken hand and a few cracks on it.

Wu Xuanzhang walked into the temple and saw the stone Buddha on the stage bowing and saluting. Gu Nan did not salute. Xuan Zang gave her a sign, but she was not a Buddhist disciple.

I took a broom leaning against the door and didn't know how long no one had used it, and simply cleaned the dust on the ground, then took out two pieces of cloth from the suitcase and spread it on the ground.

After the limping ceremony, Xuanzang took out the wooden fish and chanted in front of the ruined temple.

Gu Nan leaned on the door and watched the trail outside and the weeds on both sides of the trail.

"咚咚 咚咚." The hollow voice of Muyu echoed in the temple, accompanied by a whispering chanting.

"Maybe another four or five days before leaving the customs." Gu Nan looked back at Xuanzang and said.

"When I get out of the gate, I won't send you anymore."

"咚 ···" knocked on Muyu's hand and stopped, so that Muyu's voice stopped.

Xuan Xuan opened her eyes and looked at Gu Nan.

After a while, he lowered the stick in his hand gently, folded his hands, and slowly bowed down.

"Thank you for your help this way."

"Nothing." Gu Nan smiled and waved, "Just by the way."

Xuan Xuan no longer spoke, but just continued to read the Scriptures, or maybe all he wanted to say was in his Scriptures.

Later, it started to rain again. It was probably a matter of season. During this time, the rain always kept on.

The weeds on this wild trail in the rain were a little greener, and the grass seemed to be fainted, and it looked pretty good.

The raindrops were dripping down the tile eaves on the ruined temple, and they fell on the ground and ticked.

Xuan Xuan did not know when to stop, and did not decide to sit in Zen, but looked at the rain.

This should be considered a rare time when he did not practice the Dharma. The zen stick beside him was blown by the breeze, and Xuanzang turned his head and said to Gu Nan.

"Speaking of the donor, the little monk doesn't know what the donor's name is, and can't tell."

There is nothing better to say than a name.

Gu Nan was about to tell Xuan Zang his name, but suddenly he had some fun and said with a smile.

"You reach over, I write my name on your hand, and you guessed it, I'll tell you."

Xuan Xuan shivered and reached out to Gu Nan.

He felt his hand held, and then a finger hit his palm.

Fingertips were a bit cold, and he stroked his palm lightly, writing two words in a stroke.

After I finished writing, Gu Nan looked up and asked with a smile, "Can you guess?"

Xuan Xuan looked at her for a while, then lowered her head slightly, stopped looking at her, and smiled slightly.

"Little monk, take note. Gu donor."

Gu Nan did not see the strangeness of Xuan Zang, guessed after seeing him again, shrugged his shoulders, and let go of his hand uninterestingly.

Leaned against the door casually, with both hands resting behind his head, watching the rain outside the door, sighed.

"In the deserted suburbs, when the road rains every night, it's unlucky."

Xuan Zang sat still, half a ring, looked back at the Buddha statue in the temple, closed his eyes, and whispered two sentences.

"Good, good."

哉 This kind of goodness is the word of Buddha's sin, and I don't know why he is guilty at this time.

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The road on the 24th and 5th is not long. In Gu Nan's footsteps, slower is the road that can be reached in half a day.

Desolate outside Tongguan, sometimes a few people can't see a few miles. On the road, Xuan Zang was standing in front of Gu Nan, wearing a robe.

Gu Gunan pointed at a place with no cell and said, "I used to go outside the customs and walked there. I could meet a few villages on the road, so I could easily make my way."

Xuan Xuan looked back at the direction that Gu Nan was pointing and turned around.

如此 "So, thank you Gu Gu."

Gu Nan put down his hand: "Don't have to thank, don't leave it alone, be careful on your own way."

The monk stayed a bit, but he is also a good monk. He shouldn't be in trouble in such a place.

She turned to prepare to leave.

Xuan Xuan stopped her.

"The donor, the little monk has one more thing to do."

"Huh?" Gu Nan turned back in doubt: "What is it?"

I saw Xuan Zang walking slowly to her, holding the sleeves of the monk's clothes, raising one hand, and tapping lightly on her forehead.

Gu Nan took a step back: "Monk, what do you knock me for?"

Xuan Xuan smiled, and said with a sigh, "One report is still in the other, so the cause and effect between me and the donor is gone."

Causality is gone, even if the two are involved.

"You Buddhists always have some weird rules."

Gu Nan thought about the meaning of Xuanzang, touched his forehead, waved goodbye, and walked on the path toward the distance.

Xu Ke waited for her to walk a long way, but the voice of Xuanzang suddenly came from behind her.

施 "The donor, go to Xitian, if the little monk can ask the Buddha's heart, he will ask me how to solve the Buddha ’s sin, and go to the donor."

Gu Nan smiled and answered from a distance.

"I'll wait for you to tell me."

He is just like this, it is another cause and effect.

The Tatars gradually walked away, and no one could be seen at the end of either side of the road. Xuanzang stood on the road, carrying his own bag.

He sighed, put his hands together and said softly.

"Goodness."

I finished talking and went west.

Now, he is going to ask the mind of the Buddha, the meaning of the Buddha, the seven emotions and the six desires, the cause and effect of retribution, and the word of a Buddha in his heart.

The monk Tang monk Xuan Zang learned the scriptures and later spread it for a chat, saying that he was not the only one along the way. He also had three people walking with him one after another, and the three were called Goku, Wu Neng, and Wu Jing. This story was written by future generations and spread widely.

顾 When Gu Nan knew that Goku was a monkey, he remembered the story of Journey to the West ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It was a bit regretful that he had adopted this law, but this may be the cause and effect.

A long time after the two left, the Tang monk learned from the scriptures and preached the Dharma.

Incense in the temple is endless, but pilgrims cannot enter Houshan, because it is a place for mage cleaning.

On this day, a pilgrim with a bucket hat walked into Houshan alone.

There was thin smoke in the light of the mountain after the mountain, except for the sound of recitation of the scriptures and the ringing of the bell in the distance, there was no other sound.

There is a temple in Laoshan where an old monk stands. He stands in front of a Buddha statue and recites the Buddhist scriptures.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

"Monk, I ask you a question, the Buddha said to put down the butcher knife, so why not kill?"

The recitation of the suspense stopped, the old monk's closed eyes opened and he turned his head.

He saw a man wearing a bucket hat and a black fine sword hanging around his waist.

After lingering for a long time, the old monk laughed and shook his head.

"Xuan Zang, I still don't know."

He was like he still didn't understand why when she wrote his name in the palm of his hand, why was her own Buddha's heart moving.

In the world, there are always things that the Buddha cannot explain, in that cause and effect.

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