Chapter 123 Luoyang White Horse Temple; Tantric Mantra [Subscription Request]

is the day.

Abbot Sanzang, Lin Xuan and other five masters and disciples were walking on a path in the forest.

There are lush vegetation and weeds on both sides.

Fortunately, Xiaolong was calm this time and did not feel the mosquitoes biting him.

It has been one day since the five people left Liangou Village.

At this moment, Xiaohu looked at the faint light ahead and knew that he was about to leave the forest, so he asked excitedly:

"Master, Luoyang City is ahead."

"Should we stay here tonight or find a shabby house to sleep in?"

"It's just a place to stay."

Abbot Sanzang thought for a moment and said.

When he arrived in Luoyang City, he would definitely pay a visit to Abbot Mingtong of the White Horse Temple.

With Abbot Mingtong's kind heart, there is no way he would let them sleep outdoors.

What's more, the White Horse Temple is a wealthy and powerful place in Luoyang City, and it has a great reputation.

"Master, where can we find lodging?"

Xiaolong's eyes lit up when he heard this.

It's very easy to sweat in this hot summer. He slept outdoors last night and didn't even take a shower.

Because of this, he always felt smelly today.

"You'll find out once you enter the city."

Abbot Sanzang kept the secret and said with a smile.

Immediately, he quickened his pace.

In less than a moment, they were out of the forest.

We walked on the official road for another half an hour.

Finally arrived in Luoyang City.

Speaking of Luoyang, Lin Xuan knew that this ancient city had a long history.

A thousand years ago, many dynasties established their capitals here.

For example, during the previous dynasty, Luoyang was called the Eastern Capital.

If it's Chang'an, then it's Xijing.

In addition, when talking about Luoyang City, people will easily think of peonies.

It is June now. I wonder if the Luoyang Peony Festival will be held?
After entering the city, Lin Xuan found that this place was no less lively than Kaifeng.

The streets are busy with cars and tourists.

There are many shops on both sides of the main street.

There were also peddlers pulling carts and selling pulp on the streets, their cries of hawking incessantly, and the air was full of the local flavor.

More importantly, the air is filled with refreshing floral scent.

Lin Xuan and his friends couldn't help but buy a few sesame cakes on the roadside that were colored and scented with flower petals.

I have to say, it tastes very good.

Abbot Sanzang also ate one, but it was a vegetarian cake.

After they finished eating, Abbot Sanzang took Lin Xuan and headed towards the White Horse Temple.

Abbot Sanzang had been to Luoyang several times and knew the way.

……

Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.

Abbot Mingtong of the White Horse Temple is already in his 80s.

He has three great disciples.

The oldest is almost thirty years old.

The youngest is sixteen or seventeen years old.

The young disciple, whose Buddhist name is Qingwu.

I have been serving Abbot Mingtong for seven or eight years.

This boy is intelligent, clever, and has a good understanding, especially good at debate.

He often debated in the temple and left his fellow brothers speechless.

The practice is not bad either.

Now he has also reached the Qi Yuan realm.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should be the successor of Abbot Mingtong.

Inside the Great Buddha Hall.

A harmless-looking young monk with a delicate face and clear eyes looked at the old monk meditating in front of the temple and asked:
"Master, why haven't I seen Senior Brother these days? Where did he go?"

"Your eldest brother has left the temple to travel."

Upon hearing this, the old monk replied.

"When will he return?"

The little monk asked again.

"When I understand the truth of things and see the Buddha, I will return to the temple." The old monk said with a calm face.

After saying this, the little monk became confused again:
"But can we observe the truth and practice the Dharma of the deity? Isn't it in the mantra?"

Just one word.

The old monk opened his eyes and looked at the young monk helplessly:
"Qingwu, you are naughty again. Your elder brother's Buddha nature is duller. How can he understand the Mahayana principles at such a young age like you?"

As he spoke, he seemed to warn:
“Don’t ask too many questions when you are practicing for a teacher.”

"Ok."

Qing Wu lowered his head and said, "Since you have nothing to do, go to the front yard and help your brother receive the pilgrims."

Before closing his eyes, the old monk gave one more instruction.

Say it.

Qingwu nodded, bowed to the abbot, and walked out.

……

Lin Xuan and four others followed Abbot Sanzang to the White Horse Temple.

Looking around, this temple has towering pagodas, majestic halls and pavilions, long forests and ancient trees, and is solemn and quiet.

There is also a sea of ​​flowers nestled here, adding to the elegance.

What a great place to practice Buddhism.

"Amitabha, may I ask where the Zen master is from?"

As soon as Abbot Sanzang and others entered the White Horse Temple, a monk came over and asked questions.

Because Abbot Sanzang was wearing a cassock, had a kind face and good eyes, and had a noble appearance, he was obviously a monk who had attained enlightenment.

"Amitabha, I am Sanzang from Shaolin."

Hearing this, Abbot Sanzang spoke in a calm tone.

Say it.

The monk was startled, his eyes suddenly filled with respect, he clasped his hands together and bowed:
"It turned out to be the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Sanzang. I am ashamed that I failed to recognize him."

Abbot Sanzang chuckled and said:
"It's okay. I haven't been to your White Horse Temple for a few years. It's normal that I don't recognize you."

"By the way, is the abbot Mingtong of your temple here?"

"The abbot is in the temple." said the monk.

Although he didn't know why Abbot Sanzang came to the White Horse Temple, he was a guest from afar after all, so the White Horse Temple still had to observe the proper etiquette.

Looking at the young men beside Abbot Sanzang, the monk paused and looked a little strange.

While gesturing to Abbot Sanzang, he said:
"Abbot Sanzang, please follow me."

"By the way, who are these?"

"These are the lay disciples I accepted."

Abbot Sanzang laughed.

"I see."

The monk smiled.

Unlike the Tantric Buddhism of the White Horse Temple, Shaolin is Zen Buddhism.

Since the ancestor Bodhidharma, the tradition of warrior monks has been particularly popular.

The so-called lay disciples are believers who believe in Buddhism, are willing to convert to Shaolin Zen Buddhism, and learn Shaolin Kung Fu.

at the same time.

Lin Xuan, Xiaolong, Xiaohu and Xiaolan also put their hands together to greet the monk.

"What is the name of this monk?" Lin Xuan asked him.

"I am Zongyuan." The monk said with his hands clasped together.

Not long after Zong Yuan led Abbot Sanzang and others into the temple, he glanced and suddenly saw Qing Wu walking out of the Great Buddha Hall.

He immediately shouted:
"Junior Brother Qingwu!"

"Master Zong is calling me?"

The young monk looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zongyuan, and also saw Abbot Sanzang and others.

"Yes."

Zong Yuan nodded.

Then he introduced several people to each other:
"Junior brother, let me introduce you. This is the abbot of Shaolin, Sanzang, and the others are his disciples."

"Abbot Sanzang, this is Junior Brother Qingwu, a disciple of Abbot Mingtong."

Upon learning the identity of Abbot Sanzang, Qingwu was shocked and quickly put his hands together and bowed.

Shaolin Temple is the number one Zen temple in the world.

Today, its fame is even greater than that of the White Horse Temple.

In particular, it is said that Abbot Sanzang is a master in the realm of spiritual cultivation, and his martial arts skills are unfathomable.

He dared not be disrespectful.

Seeing this, Abbot Sanzang smiled slightly and waved his hand:
"No need to be polite."

at the same time.

He also saw that the young monk Qingwu was a rare talent.

He has a good talent for martial arts, almost comparable to Xiaolong and others.

Soon, Qing Wu understood what Brother Zong Yuan meant by calling him, and he took the initiative to say to Abbot Sanzang and others:
"Abbot Sanzang, the master is practicing in the Great Buddha Hall. Let me take you to see him."

"Good work."

Abbot Sanzang nodded and did not refuse.

Then he walked towards the Great Buddha Hall.

……

Great Buddha Hall.

Abbot Mingtong was still sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, looking like he was practicing meditation.

As several footsteps were heard in the hall, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at the people who entered the hall.

"Sanzang?!"

……

(End of this chapter)