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When Shi Pantuo stumbled and pushed aside the master’s meditation room, what he saw was the monk who had completely closed his eyes and left this world. Lost his energy in an instant.

He cried bitterly like a helpless child.

In the palace, Li Zhi, the third majesty of Datang, learned of the death of Master Xuanzang.

The emperor lost his mind.

In his hands, the Datang Empire reached its most prosperous territory. When the emperor went to enshrine Zen, the heads of states from Goryeo in the east, Persia and Uzbekistan in the west must accompany them respectfully as courtiers.

At that time, Li Zhi, who was not seriously ill, stopped the court for several days, leaving a sixteen-character emotion.

The sea of ​​bitterness is wide, the boat is very heavy, the dark room is still dim, and the torch is covered.

"The emperor, how do you deal with the remains of the mage?"

Queen Wu Meiniang asked softly.

Li Zhi rubbed his eyebrows and said, "The swordsman surnamed Chen will show Xuanzang for Xuanzang. Xuanzang hopes that he can wrap his body in the simplest way and place it in a secluded place. I will just follow his wishes. ."

"The Ranger Surnamed Chen..."

Wu Meiniang murmured several times, and stretched out her hand to rub her shoulders for Li Zhi.

"Life and death are also very important, so how can the master be so rough and so good."

"When the empire conquered the Western Regions, the mages also made great contributions. Doesn’t this make the courtiers mistakenly believe that your majesty’s rewards and punishments are uneven? Ministers have their own rewards to receive their hearts."

Li Zhi pondered a little, and said, "Just as the queen said."

Therefore, when the ranger was about to bury Xuanzang, the Imperial Guard Xuanjia Army from Chang'an appeared in Yuhua Temple. No one knew who ordered the Xuanjia Army of a thousand people to be dispatched. This almost represented This is the 1,000 most elite armored warriors in the entire world.

Everyone thinks, this is to highlight the royal family's respect for Xuanzang, the great mage.

However, Shi Pantuo stubbornly held the ranger, and did not let him draw his sword. The red-eyed ranger watched Xuanzang being taken to the Ci'en Temple in Chang'an, without a sword in his hand, but there seemed to be thousands of swords neighing in the void. .

And the rangers who didn't enter Chang'an for a few years after that, eventually stepped into this city.

During this period of time, more than 3,000 people in Chang'an came to mourn the legend of the Tang Dynasty every day. Buddhism is true cultivation, and the body is not decayed. It is a relic. When there is a curfew, even the Tang’s Both the emperor and empress came to Ci'en Temple.

The queen left the emperor for a while, relaxing at the Ci'en Temple.

Finally stood in front of the Xuanzang stupa. In front of this newly-built stupa, a ranger in white linen sat quietly. When he was young, the ranger was unruly and unruly, with long hair like a ponytail. At this moment, the ranger's first sword accompanied the burial of the foreign king, and the second sword accompanied his friend to die, with a white robe and a hairpin.

At this time, the first lunar month is over, and the spring is cold.

The queen screened back left and right, and whispered softly: "... Brother Chen, is it okay?"

"If you die, you can't come back to life, so you have to mourn."

The ranger was sitting quietly.

Wu Zetian whispered: "Brother Chen, do you really want to talk to me anymore?"

"Brother Chen, you look back at me."

"Brother Chen..."

This sunset snow, and finally the Empress of Datang's shoulders were covered with white snow, saying:

"Chen Yuan, my palace orders you!"

"Look back!"

The ranger raised his eyes and turned around, but his eyes were no longer focused, and his voice was hoarse:

"...The emperor has a lot of respect for Xuanzang, you asked him to bring back Xuanzang's body, right?"

The queen whispered: "My palace just wants to see you again."

Royal attachments are too heavy and overbearing.

The ranger said flatly: "Chen Yuan has seen the queen empress."

"In Chen's eyes..."

"Only Buddha."

The queen took a deep look at the ranger who had never looked at her, and walked away.

But what is Buddha?

When Shi Pantuo hurried to find the ranger with his clothes, Chen Yuan's white snow, in fact, the horse bandit, who was also over sixty years old, quickly wiped the snow water on the ranger with his sleeves, worrying that the latter would be too young. So he couldn't afford to be seriously ill, so he wiped hard and cleaned the clothes, but the snow on his head was still not clean.

It was as if it was branded on it, the swordsman whose cultivation was the most contemporary, his head turned white in a blink of an eye.

Young and frivolous, arrogant and arrogant, madness is also fast, with a sword in hand, dare to turn the world upside down.

But this year is more than half a hundred, sorrowful, broken sword and lost friends, knowing the vicissitudes of the road.

The ranger staggered to his feet and said, "Let's go."

When Xuanzang was buried.

This monk, who only wanted simplicity, ushered in a golden coffin and silver coffin given by the royal family.

In addition, it was learned that Xuanzang had passed away. According to historical records, more than one million people had sent away from Chang'an and Chang'an and the prefectures in five hundred miles. That night, a total of 30,000 people guarded the spirit before the tomb. When he was young, Xuanzang had to let Xuanzang to Chang'an, who chose to smuggle, bid him farewell in an unprecedented spontaneous way after his death.

"Shi Pantuo, do you want to stay in Chang'an?"

After Xuanzang's death, Ranger asked the horse bandit back then,

"Here, you can at least spend your old age in peace."

Shi Pantuo, who was also full of white hair, shook his head and said softly:

"No."

He replied:

"When I was young, I was a horse bandit. When I had a job, I was a businessman and occasionally robbed. Although I didn't like killing people, I actually did a lot of absurd things under my hands. At that time, I had to sleep on my head Weapon, you will feel that it is not safe anywhere, there is no home in the world."

"Later, Master found me. After that, I felt that although the world is big."

"But where the master is, it is home."

"And now, the master has gone too."

Shi Pantuo whispered: "But I actually feel that the world is so big that everything can be home."

"In that case, I will go to the place where we met back then."

The horse bandit, who has been ups and downs all his life, said the most Buddha-natured words in his life:

"Fang knows that my life has a beginning and an end."

It happened that Gengchen came to find Ranger, saying that killing herself on Kunlun Mountain was the best choice. Ranger was instructed by Yuan Tiangang's master and apprentice again, and stepped forward this year, re-walking towards Guazhou, walking out of the city. At the time, he looked far away at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Chang'an City.

At the highest point of the stupa, which is made up of do not know how many relics.

It is Xuanzang's parietal relic.

He seems to never leave.

Chen Yuan took a deep look, as if he saw the monk with a smile at the top of the pagoda sitting cross-legged, looking at himself quietly, the ranger laughed loudly, flicked his sleeves, mixed in with the flow of people, and stepped out of Chang'an City Gate.

This ranger has been away from Chang'an for nineteen years, and after returning to Chang'an for nineteen years, he embarked on a journey again. It was as if he would never stop, as if this was his fate in this life.

And this year, the emperor and empress, the second holy dynasty.

Emperor Li Zhi at least complied with Xuanzang's last wish and buried him in Bailuyuan.

Feeling the impermanence of the world, he wanted to build stone carvings of Buddha statues for the Tang royal family to pray. When discussing the place with the queen, the queen whispered: "I heard...the Northern Wei Dynasty actually built stone carvings back then."

"Are there any stone carvings of Buddha statues in the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

The emperor was thoughtful, and then agreed. This was not an important matter.

"The stone carvings of the Northern Wei Dynasty, I remember it was in Luoyang Longmen."

Luoyang.

Chang'an Ranger Chen Yuan, a native of Luoyang.

At that time, the queen of the mother rite called the monks and skilled craftsmen from all over the world. As the lord of the harem, she paid a full 20,000 yuan for carving Buddha statues this time. I once saw the monk presiding over the carving, but there was unspeakable majesty in his eyes.

"Look up and look at my palace."

The monks raised their heads tremblingly and saw the soft and majestic queen.

The queen whispered: "This palace, I want you to turn the eyebrows of this palace into the Buddha statue."

It is not something that has never happened before, and it is not something that has never happened before. There are so-called temples of thousands of Buddhas in Buddhist temples in many places. The Buddha images inside are thousands of Buddhas and thousands of phases. It is the incense money donated by dignitaries.

The monk settled in his heart, folded his hands and asked, "I don't know how big Buddha statue the empress wants."

The graceful woman said calmly: "The biggest one in the world."

The monk's pupils contracted.

The group of monks finally left trembling.

Twenty thousand Guans of money, 20,000 Guans in Wu Zetian's hands, is by no means so easy to take. They spent three and nine months to convert the queen's eyebrows into the Buddha statue, for the Buddha of Luxena, that is the whole China, the whole world The most beautiful Buddha, the graceful queen walking in Chang'an, she looked into the distance with calm eyes.

She was never the kind of plain and gentle woman.

You will always go back.

She thought.

You have to look at the Buddha.

So, when you have traveled eight hundred miles of desert, three thousand miles of snowfields, returned to Luoyang, and returned to your hometown, you raised your head and saw the largest and most majestic Buddha.

Think it's me!

………………

And Chen Yuan and Gengchen, with Shi Pantuo, returned to Guazhou along the road that Xuanzang went west.

This road is actually far less difficult to walk on.

It can even be said that the journey is smooth. The East Turks have already surrendered. Guazhou is no longer the border of the Tang Dynasty in this era. Compared with the military center of the year, it naturally changed its appearance. Chen Yuan turned his head and looked at this one. City, said: "Are you really, just stay here?"

With a smile on Shi Pantuo's face, he said, "Yes."

"After so many years, I finally came back, so let's not leave."

Chen Yuan glanced at him deeply, nodded lightly, and turned around.

After less than a dozen steps, a plop came from behind.

He did not look back.

The white-haired Shi Pantuo bowed down and said loudly with a smile:

"Senior Brother Yuan, it's good to go all the way!"

"Shi Pan Tuo."

"I can't give you anymore!"

When he smiled, he turned into a sob. When he raised his head, his face was wrinkled and tears were streaming down his face.

Shi Pantuo staggered to his feet and walked back to Guazhou City in the surprised eyes of others.

He is already an old man.

He finally lived in seclusion not far from Guazhou, missed his teacher and the past years, and ended his life. Later when the Xixia people came here, they found a lot of grottoes in this place. The murals brought the mystery of Dharma to the barbaric people on horseback ~www.wuxiahere.com~, and in the end they expanded here to complete more majestic murals.

It is the East Thousand Buddha Cave, which is named after the Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes.

Here, there is the original picture of Xuanzang going west.

The bright moon hung high, Xuanzang in travel attire closed his eyes, and behind him, the Huren disciple with yellow hair stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, his eyes were anxious, and he didn't know who was waiting. This is unprecedented, and the future is not. There will be Xuanzang as the center of the painting of the Buddha's murals.

There is a skeleton in it.

I don't know how the painter misses his past in tears.

Then, either peacefully, or left the world with a sigh, looking for the master.

In that year, the Chang'an Ranger finally set foot on the road of West Kunlun. The first time he came to the Snow Mountain, half of the team died. This time, the vast snowfields of West Kunlun hadn't come close to him. The invisible Ling Li Qi machine shattered.

The ranger was dressed in light blue linen, with his hands behind his back, his white hair wagging.

Once got everything, once lost everything.

Now that Wang Xuance is dead, Tang Xuanzang is dead.

Shi Pantuo returned to Guazhou with a big smile.

The former little girl has become a ruthless nobleman in the palace walls. Even the five seals heroes who had never met before have passed away for a long time. The former Nalanda has become ruins, everything is gone, and the people are gone. , Only I live alone.

He turned his head, as if he could still see Xuanzang's body burned down and turned into the smoke that rose when he relied in the Chang'an Ci'en Temple. Now, the relic is in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda of a thousand-year plan.

Chen Yuan stepped past Gengchen and whispered:

"Burn the remains to thank Cangsheng."

"My generation are ruthless people."

"Come on, go to Kunlun!"

ps: The first one today............

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