Chapter 549 Hongyuan Temple

Xuanzang's reputation is well-known.

This monk from Hongyuan Temple naturally heard about it.

Although Luoyang is not the capital, it is also extremely prosperous. The Jinshan Temple in Luoyang City is also famous throughout the Tang Dynasty.

The monk looked at Xuanzang, folded his hands together, and said softly: "Amitabha, I don't know that the eminent monks of Jinshan Temple have come to welcome you, and I will atone for my sins."

When Xuanzang heard this, he smiled softly, said nothing, folded his hands together and bowed to the monk.

"Hahaha."

Zhenyang Hou, who was standing beside him, laughed at the monk next to him, and said, "Master, Master Xuanzang came from afar. If you have any questions, please ask Master Hongzhi. Please ask Master and take us in."

"Amitabha, two, please follow me."

The monk's face was calm and he bowed slightly. Then he walked in front, Zhenyang Hou and Xuanzang followed behind the monk.

This Hongyuan Temple is larger than Xuanzang imagined.

Inside the temple, there are pavilions, towers, and various halls, and the hall is filled with monks chanting scriptures.

The statue of the Buddha is placed in the middle of the Great Hall, and the side hall next to it enshrines the four great Bodhisattvas and the eighteen Arhats.

The monk led the way in front and headed straight to the backyard.

From afar, Xuanzang heard the sound of chanting scriptures coming from the backyard, which was more rhythmic than the hall in front.

"Master Xuanzang."

At this time, the monk turned around, looked at Xuanzang, and said, "This is the Dharma Assembly held by Hongzhi, who presided over the temple, dedicated to preaching to monks."

"If Master Xuanzang refuses to abandon him, you can listen together."

After saying that, the monk looked at Xuanzang, his eyes were dull, but he didn't care.

Xuanzang's reputation is very famous, but it does not mean that he is really proficient in Buddhism and principles.

In this world, there are many people who rely on Buddhism and Buddhism to deceive others.

And even if Xuanzang is really Xuanzang, he may not be really proficient in Buddhism, it may be just rumors.

Xuanzang stood there, smiled slightly at the monk, folded his hands together, and said, "What the masters say is the Huayang Sutra, a slight dust reflects the world, and a moment contains forever."

"    The origin of the Dharma Realm, its divisions are complete faith, complete interpretation, complete practice, and complete enlightenment."

"Spread and enter the Buddha's artistic conception."

"This is a primary Buddhist scripture, but I don't have to listen anymore."

Xuanzang just heard a small passage of scripture and directly said the name of the scripture and the essence of the scripture.

The monk standing in front of Xuanzang was immediately shocked, then folded his hands together and gave him a Buddhist name.

Zhenyang Hou, who was behind him, smiled slightly and said, "It is rumored that Elder Xuanzang is proficient in Buddhism. When he sees him today, he is worthy of his reputation."

Upon hearing this, Xuanzang said softly: "Amitabha, the donor's words are heavy."

"This Buddhist scripture is the Buddhist scripture of my Buddha. All monks who have been a monk for more than three years must read the Huayang Sutra and clarify the principles."

"I have been a monk for twenty years, so I am naturally very familiar with the Huayang Sutra."

"Amitabha."

When the monk heard this, he looked at Xuanzang and believed in Xuanzang a little.

But as Xuanzang said, the Huayang Sutra is an introductory scripture of monks, not very profound scriptures. Therefore, it is unlikely that the monk would admire him.

Then, the monk took the two of them again and walked inside.

Until outside a wing room, the monk bowed gently and said, "Please wait for a moment in the house. I will come to see you after the presidency."

"Amitabha, thank you for that."

When Xuanzang heard this, he bowed softly, and the monk smiled and stepped back.

...

In the middle of the backyard, above the open space, an old monk sat on the cushion with his eyes slightly closed.

In front of him, he became a dozen monks cross-legged, all of whom were silently reciting the Huayang Sutra.

The sound of chanting scriptures silently just now came from here.

The old monk was kind-hearted and had a yellow cassock on his body, his face was rosy, and eight scars were attached to his forehead, making his appearance solemn.

The monk who had just introduced Xuanzang and the other two appeared and said softly in the old monk's ear.

The old monk nodded slightly when he heard this, but said nothing.

In front of the old monk, the dozen monks were still reciting the Huayang Sutra again, but they were not disturbed at all.

Soon, the first volume of the Huayang Sutra was completely recited. The old monk opened his eyes gently and said, "Okay, that's all for today."

"I have just entered the temple and this Huayang Sutra is the foundation of Buddhism. We must remember it and integrate it."

"It's time to come, and it's still here, let's disperse."

After the old monk finished speaking, the dozen or so men stood up, bowed to the old monk, and whispered: "Yes, Master."

After all the monks went down, the old monk stood up with the help of others.

Only after I got together did I realize that the old monk was already old and his legs were a little bad.

Although his complexion looked rosy and did not look like he was over 60 years old, the invasion of his body by time has been revealed.

"take me."

The old monk glanced at the monk beside him and said softly.

...

In the wing room, Xuanzang sat cross-legged, facing the fruits and melons placed beside him, without any desire.

In any case, this Hongyuan Temple is a pure place.

During Xuanzang's meditation, Zhenyang Hou on the side did not say a word. He just took a sip of tea from time to time and did not interrupt Xuanzang's meditation.

A moment later, the voices of two people came from the corridor.

Zhenyang Hou stood up and walked out after hearing the sound.

From afar, when he saw the old abbot Hongzhi and the monk coming over, Zhenyang Hou immediately met him.

"Oh my abbot, please wait."

Zhenyang Hou said as he went up to support the old monk.

Abbot Hongzhi glanced at Zhenyang Hou, smiled gently, and said, "The donor is worried. Old monk, I have already been like this and have become accustomed to it."

"What did the abbot say? I see that the abbot's face looks very good. This is a sign of longevity!"

As the two of them spoke, they walked to the door of the wing.

At this moment, Xuanzang had already woken up in meditation and was standing at the door of the room, waiting quietly.

Seeing the old monk being helped over, Xuanzang stepped forward a few steps, folded his hands together, and bowed gently: "Amitabha Buddha, my monk Xuanzang, I have seen a high monk."

"Xuanzang?"

A burst of light burst out from the old monk's eyes, and then he looked at Xuanzang.

Xuanzang's face was rosy, thick eyebrows and big eyes, no joy or sorrow on his face, and a Buddha statue on his face.

"I am a monk, I will issue the name Xuanzang."

Xuanzang replied softly when he heard this.

"Amitabha."

The old monk also said softly: "I am a monk, Hongzhi."

“I’ve seen the Master of the Abbot.”

Xuanzang bowed again.

"Don't stand here, our teahouse talks in detail and leave."

The old monk stepped forward, grabbed Xuanzang's hand, and walked back tremblingly with the help of the monk beside him.

Zhenyang Hou followed behind the three of them, but his mood was a little strange.

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Chapter completed!