Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 51 Don't Ask Outside
Along the way, Li Daoxuan couldn't help looking sideways at the little monk.

He is the legendary Tang Xuanzang?

Master Sanzang, the first eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty in the official history, and the reincarnation of the golden cicada who fascinated countless female fairies in "Journey to the West", Tang Seng?
Although Journey to the West is just a novel, what Li Daoxuan traveled through is not the Tang Dynasty in the official history. There are many monsters and ghosts here, and those high-ranking immortals and Buddhas have long since disappeared.

Reminiscent of the little monk's natural insight, Li Daoxuan couldn't help but suspect that he was really the reincarnation of the golden cicada, a Tang monk who could live forever by eating a piece of meat.

I don't know that he can't lose the skin of his hands, but also the skin of his feet, which can be left for Master to eat...

"Li Daochang, what have you been watching me do?"

Xuanzang touched his smooth head and said in doubt.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Li Daochang looked at him, just like when his master saw Yin Zi.

Li Daoxuan coughed and said, "It's nothing, it's just that you look like an old friend of mine."

After a pause, he tentatively asked, "Xuanzang, do you ever want to go abroad... the idea of ​​leaving the Tang Dynasty and visiting the West?"

Hearing this, Master Sanle, Xuanzang's master, was slightly taken aback, and glanced at Li Daoxuan without leaving a trace.

Xuanzang frowned, wondering, "Why did you leave Datang?"

He shook his head and said firmly: "The little monk is from the Tang Dynasty, so naturally he will not leave the Tang Dynasty, Daoist Li, please stop making fun of me."

Li Daoxuan laughed in his heart, Tang Seng said that he didn't want to go west, this is the biggest joke.

But Li Daoxuan saw that he was sincere when he said this, and when he mentioned the West, he didn't have a trace of yearning in his eyes.

That's fine, after all, now that the gods and Buddhas have disappeared, who will organize the game for him?

Without the protection of Brother Hou and the others, let alone 81, it would be difficult to leave the territory of the Tang Dynasty. After all, there are many demons and ghosts hiding in the current Datang.

Talking along the way, Li Daoxuan also understood the situation of the two of them.

Master Sanle is the abbot of Dacheng Temple in the north of the city, and Xuanzang is his only disciple, and the two settled in Yuzhang City.

At first, Li Daoxuan was puzzled, why would a temple host be reduced to a street performer?

He didn't understand the reason until he saw Dacheng Temple.

Broken, really broken!

The whole Dacheng Temple is dilapidated and in disrepair, the walls are covered with ivy, many woods are rotten, and there is a musty smell.

The plaque at the door has faded, and the handwriting cannot be seen clearly.

Li Daoxuan couldn't help but feel that this level of misery has almost caught up with his master's Taoist view of Zhenyang.

Entering the temple, there was no one there. In the entire Dacheng Temple, there were only two monks, Master Sanle and Xuanzang.

Master Sanle sighed: "Although the benefactor doesn't think it's dilapidated, it was quite prosperous ten years ago. It's a pity that the previous abbot Master Huihai misjudged the wrong person and chose me as his successor. As a result, Dacheng Temple became more and more desolate. Later, even his disciples ran away." I almost starved to death."

He touched Xuanzang's bald head, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, one day, when I was pouring water by the river, I found a wooden basin, and there was a baby boy in it, which is now Xuanzang."

As he spoke, he slammed Xuanzang's bald head.

"Why are you still standing there stupidly, I'm hungry for the teacher, hurry up and cook!"

goo~~
Master San Le's stomach let out a growl, he smiled, and said to Li Daoxuan: "I made the benefactor laugh."

Xuanzang rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen at a young age, skillfully lighting a fire to cook.

Master San Le took Li Daoxuan to visit Dacheng Temple.

The temple is not big, there are only three temples, in the middle is dedicated to Sakyamuni, on the left is dedicated to Amitabha Buddha, and on the right is dedicated to Maitreya Buddha.

What surprised Li Daoxuan was that the statues of the Buddhas of the third generation were very dilapidated, the gold paint was almost gone, and it looked as if they had been withheld.

He glanced at Master Sanle.

Master Sanle smiled, and said: "I deducted the gold lacquer. During that time, Xuanzang was waiting to be fed, and all the valuable things in the temple were sold out, so I had to deduct the gold lacquer for money."

After a pause, he said with a smile: "Actually, it doesn't matter if there is no gold paint. Sanqing can be molded with clay, so why not Buddha?"

Li Daoxuan was stunned, feeling that this sentence had some Zen meaning, but the next moment, Master San Le broke this Zen meaning.

"Hey, I see that the benefactor likes Xuanzang very much, and he probably can't bear to see Xuanzang starving with me..."

He pushed the merit box and said: "Benefactor, you are here, do you want to give some incense money?"

Li Daoxuan laughed, he took out three taels of silver and put it in the merit box.

"A little heart, thank you master for taking me in tonight."

"Hey, you're welcome, you're welcome, the poor monk wishes for you to come every day!"

Master Sanle's eyes were shining brightly, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

A while later, after visiting the three temples, Li Daoxuan saw a plaque hanging outside the courtyard with four big characters crookedly written on it.

Don't ask for it!

Li Daoxuan suddenly understood why Dacheng Temple was abandoned. The pilgrims paid homage and donated money, but when they walked out the door, they looked up, good guy, don't ask for it!
If you don't close down, who will close down?

……

evening.

The vegetarian dishes made by Xuanzang were delicious, and Master Sanle enjoyed eating them so much that Li Daoxuan was hungry after seeing them, but it was a pity that he was still in the early stage of bigu and couldn't eat them.

After eating, Xuanzang consciously cleaned up the dishes, washed his hands, held a Buddhist scripture, and sat under the Buddha statue of Shakyamuni, reflecting the faint candlelight, and began to recite gently.

His voice was pure and clear, and his expression was peaceful and serene. At such a young age, he already had the air of a monk.

The Buddha lowered his brows and eyes, as if he was watching the little monk who was chanting sutras.

Ancient temples, Buddha statues, candles, monks...

As beautiful as a painting.

Listening to his chanting, Li Daoxuan felt that he became calmer.

An hour later.

Li Daoxuan came to his room, where Xuanzang had already cleaned it up for him. Although it was simple, the dust and everything had been cleaned.

He was sitting upright on the bed, at this moment Xuanzang and Master Sanle had fallen asleep, and he could even hear Master Sanle's thunderous purring.

Li Daoxuan didn't sleep, but held the Five Thunder Talisman in his hand, secretly vigilant.

As night falls, it is the time when dirty things are most active, and the enemies hiding in the dark may take the opportunity to attack!

……

Outside Dacheng Temple, an old man leaning on crutches stood quietly outside the door with his back bent.

Under the moonlight, his shadow is very strange, with his long tail fluttering, and his sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, just like a weasel standing on two feet!
There was some hesitation in his eyes, and he had been lingering at the door for a long time.

After Li Daoxuan entered the Tsing Yi Temple, he didn't dare to follow him anymore, and he didn't dare to set foot near the Tsing Yi Temple at all.

Fortunately, Li Daoxuan soon left the vicinity of Qingyi Temple and walked on the street alone.

During that time, he followed up again and was ready to strike. Anyway, it was just a clone, and he would confess to Yuzhang City at worst.

However, what he didn't expect was that the two monks suddenly appeared.

The little monk was fine, but the fat monk made him a little confused. He didn't dare to make a move for a while. He wanted to wait for them to separate before making a move, but he didn't expect that they would live together!

The revenge of murdering sons is inseparable!

Moreover, as Huang Daxian who has practiced for 800 years, although he is only a clone, he is also proficient in many sorcery, and his knowledge is not shallow. Even if this fat monk is really capable, he must not want to fight him for a stranger!

After hesitating for a moment, he finally made up his mind.

Tonight, revenge!
He wants that little Taoist priest to pay in blood!
　Thank you for asking Lingshi for three years and waiting for a one-hundred-dollar reward for a pot of wine from a passer-by who has never returned.

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