(History books are written by people, how can you distinguish between true and false)

Half a month after the New Year ceremony ended, and the monks gathered in the Sutra Pavilion to comprehend Buddhism. Lan Feng and Jingguo Jingsi had already gone to the upper level of the Sutra Pavilion six years ago. Jingguo Jingsi was still comprehending the fourth level of the true scriptures, but Lan Feng had already seen the sixth level.

The complexity of this true scripture is beyond the imagination of the three of them. After reading this scripture, Lan Feng still looked frowning. The scripture only says that Buddhist principles are popularized, to save others from small things, sow good causes and get good results. But how many people can do this in this world? How many people can let go of their fame?

Can you transcend the country by relying solely on faith? Lan Feng stroked his head and murmured, "The truth is explained clearly, everyone understands it. But can you do it if you understand it?" He thought to himself, if the Buddha really pity the world, why did he let monsters slaughter the village? If the Buddha really pity the world, why did he let those officials and nobles reach the power of fish and meat?

Officials worship Buddha statues, and the people also worship Buddha statues. Why are the people suffering? Officials worship freely? What are the people’s sins? Can this Buddha really see the sufferings of the world? Can this sutra really save the world?

When Lan Feng was meditating, it was already late at night. Monk Jingsi had already returned to the room. When Jingguo saw that the lights were still on on the upstairs, she went up to the sixth floor of the sutra pavilion and said to Lan Feng: "Junior brother, it's already late at night. Aren't you going back yet?"

Lan Feng thanked Jingguo and said, "Senior Brother, let's go back first. These six-level scriptures may be able to relieve my doubts. I want to read them for a while."

Jingguo knew that her junior brother had a non-human understanding of Buddhist scriptures, so she didn't want to bother her anymore. She said, "Attention," and left."

Lanfeng was lit by the lamp and read a book in this sutra pavilion. He sighed and rubbed his hands. The cold winter weather was still irritating to the heart. After reading a scripture, Lanfeng was about to put it back, but suddenly he saw a "卍" character engraved on the pillar at the end of the corridor.

Lan Feng felt something was strange and walked over. The character "卍" did not look like it was newly engraved. There was some dust on it, which was already very blurred. Lan Feng raised his hand and groped it on it, wiping away the dust bit by bit. Then he saw a line of small characters under the character "卍".

"Om Mani Pame Hum..." Lan Feng chanted softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a small sound of slim sound rang out. Lan Feng looked for the sound and saw a secret grid appearing at the corner of the side of the pillar and the hand cabinet!

Lan Feng swallowed, how could there be such a secret sign in the Sutra Pavilion? What else is there? Lan Feng thought to himself...

"Do not look at what is wrong, do not speak what is wrong, do not listen what is wrong, do not move what is wrong..." Lan Feng murmured with his heart...

However, curiosity still forced him to reach out to the dark square.

Lanfeng bent down and lay on the ground and reached out his hand. The darkness was quite deep. Lanfeng groped for a long time before he touched a box or something. He took out the box and saw that it was a wooden box made of red sandalwood with a seal on it.

Lan Feng raised the wooden box and looked at it. The wooden box was one foot square and was nothing special, but why was it covered with a seal? He sat under the lamp with the wooden box, thought about it, and couldn't help but lift the seal. He slowly opened the wooden box, and with a creaking sound, he saw a booklet lying in the wooden box.

When Lan Feng saw the book, he immediately felt cold sweat falling like rain. He felt his hands trembling, his mouth dry, as if a thunder thunder hit his head on the sunny day!

There are four big words clearly written on the booklet: "Sanzang's Records"!!

After a long time, Lan Feng gasped and suppressed his excitement.

He turned page by page and felt that the trip to the west of Tripitaka was vivid in his mind. But this record was somewhat different from the operas he had heard on weekdays. Even in the trouble of the Western Liang Women's Country, he felt that this monk was touching the hearts of all things!

Not to mention how the play says, I saw it: "It should be a beautiful lady who knows my vulgar face. However, I have become a Buddhist in this life, and it is hard to give you any more. If you have a fate in the next life, you will definitely live up to your youth and share it with you every day..."

Lan Feng was frightened to see it, and then turned back one by one. But when he turned to the last few pages, he found traces of being torn by someone. Then he continued to add a few pages, which said that four people from Lingyun Ferry arrived at Daleiyin Temple on a boat, and then became Buddhas and returned to Dongtu Pudu Sutra.

This is, the few pages in the continuation are clearly different from the previous handwriting...

"Is this really the one left by Master Sanzang back then?" Lan Feng hesitated.

Just as Lan Feng was reading it, the last few pages of the transcript suddenly became burnt. Lan Feng was so scared that he let go and quickly stepped on the flames with his feet. He picked up the transcript and read it, but sighed that the last few pages of the different transcripts had been burned to ashes.

At this time, Lan Feng was in a difficult mood and he held the record in his hand and didn't know what to do.

At this time, a strange noise came from the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion. A familiar figure appeared in front of Lan Feng again, which was the figure in the Hundred Garden seven years ago. Now when I see you again, Lan Feng has long lost his astonishment at that time, but he still can't see the figure's appearance.

Lan Feng put down the manual and stepped forward to salute and said, "Amitabha, the little monk reads the scriptures here. I don't know that he has disturbed the donor. Please forgive me..."

The figure pointed to the Sanzang record, Lan Feng frowned and held the record in his hand and said, "Sorry, donor, this little monk can't give it to you..."

The figure whimpered in his mouth, and he stepped forward to take the transcript. When Lanfeng saw this, he quickly turned sideways and dodged. Seeing that the figure failed to hit, he rushed towards Lanfeng again.

After a while, Lan Feng's strength gradually weakened. When the figure saw Lan Feng's hand was weak, it snatched him, but saw the jade Buddhist beads on Lan Feng's neck suddenly lit up, blocking the figure's hand tightly. Lan Feng took a chance and hurriedly retreated, but the figure refused to give in and blocked Lan Feng's way.

Lan Feng thought that the green jade Buddhist bead could block him, so he took it from his neck and took it in his hand, carrying the Sanzang record behind his back to his heart and wanted to get out of the Sutra Pavilion quickly.

But the Buddhist beads could only block the figure but could not hurt him. Lan Feng shuttled through the scriptures, trying to get rid of the figure. But the figure always attacked left and right, trapping Lan Feng on these six-story sutra pavilions.

"Donor, this record was left by Master Sanzang back then. What did you snatch it to do?" Lan Feng said.

The figure didn't say anything, snatching the transcripts again and again, but was blocked by Lan Feng again and again. Soon, the figure seemed angry, and ignored the green jade Buddhist beads that forced Lan Feng towards the corner of the wall.

Lan Feng held the Buddhist beads in his hand to resist, but he felt that his hands were loosened, and the figure in front of him disappeared without a trace. He hurriedly turned around and realized that the figure used a clone technique to grab the Sanzang record from behind him. At this time, he was carrying the record to the top floor.

"Donor! Come back to the transcript with the little monk!" Lan Feng shouted while holding the lamp to chase the stairs.

Lan Feng walked towards the top floor step by step, looking at the corridor full of spider silk, he began to feel scared. He thought to himself that the monster that the Sanzang master sealed back then should be the figure, but the figure did not mean to hurt him twice. If it was really sealed here, the fairy would probably not be able to make a big wave.

Thinking of this, Lan Feng plucked up the stairs and strode up the stairs.

Lan Feng stood firmly and patted the dust on his body in the darkness and moved forward little by little with a lamp. However, he thought the seventh floor gate would be locked or there would be some seals, but he only saw the broken sutra door and the collapsed sutras scattered all over the floor.

"No one has come up for many years..." he murmured, and used his hand to push away the spider web that blocked his sight.

"Bang!"

A voice sounded, Lan Feng was so panicked that he almost fell to the ground. He stabilized his body and a drop of cold sweat passed by him.

"Squeak..."

He looked at the sound of the lamp and found that a mouse had broken the scriptures.

Lan Feng thought to himself, it turned out to be a mouse. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he saw a fluffy hand touching it out of the darkness and slapped the mouse to death on the ground!

Lan Feng was scared to death, and the oil lamp in his hand fell to the ground and went out. This place suddenly turned black, and he could only look ahead quietly in the light that came through the window in the snowy night.

The outline of a wolf head slowly emerged. The wolf head stretched out his hand and threw the mouse that had just been slapped to death into his mouth. The sound of chewing Lan Feng's ears were extremely uncomfortable...

Lan Feng didn't dare to move now, he was afraid that the wolf-headed monster would pounce on him as soon as he moved.

However, the jade Buddhist beads on Lan Feng's neck emitted a glimmer of light at this time. Lan Feng thought to himself that it was not good. He was about to escape, but saw that the wolf-headed monster's eyes sterned and had already arrived in front of him!

Immediately afterwards, the wolf-headed monster knocked Lanfeng over to the ground with one claw. It grabbed the Buddhist beads and looked at Lanfeng with a whimpering sound. Lanfeng struggled a little bit of pain and thought that the wolf-headed monster was going to eat it.

Unexpectedly, the wolf-headed monster sniffed around his chest. After a while, he let go of Lan Feng and sat on the scriptures beside him...

When Lan Feng saw that the monster let go, he became bolder. He groped and picked up the oil lamp on the ground, ignited it again and placed it next to the wolf-headed monster, and then he could see clearly the monster's true appearance.

This monster was born with a wolf-headed body, with a yellow mane and a neck, and was as thin as a firewood. It was covered with worn-out armor and looked sad. One hand was dripping with the blood of the rat he had just killed...

I saw it not saying a word, picked up the Sanzang record and walked towards the darkness.

"Please stay, donor..." Lan Feng shouted at the wolf-headed monster. The wolf-headed monster ignored him and just put the Sanzang record on the desk aside and flipped through it.

Lan Feng was confused and walked forward carefully...

"Ahem, donor..."

The wolf-headed monster said without waiting for Lan Feng to speak, "Are you annoying? Why do you always follow me?"

Seeing that the wolf-headed monster finally talked to him, Lan Feng cleared his throat and said, "Little monk, Jinshan Temple disciple, Lan Feng. I dare to ask the donor if he is..."

The wolf-headed monster was upset by Lan Feng's words, grabbed Lan Feng's collar and said, "I don't want to know who you are!"

At this time, the sachet of flowers in Lanfeng's arms suddenly flew out, blowing the wind and snow outside the window, and a few petals of plum blossoms were blown in and flew into the hands of the wolf-headed monster with the sachet.

The wolf-headed monster saw the sachet of flowers in his hand, and his eyes were trembling all over and red. A sense of sadness surged into his heart, and it actually knelt down in a daze...

"Flower shame..."
Chapter completed!