Tang Seng was reborn.
When I opened my eyes, I still had the customs clearance document in my hand, and in front of me was the city gate of the Daughter Kingdom. In his previous life, he went all the way to the west and knelt down to Lingshan Mountain. Even the purple and gold alms bowl given by Emperor Taizong was taken away by someone with the simple words "I have a destiny with the Buddha". At that moment, he realized that what he was seeking was not the true scripture at all, but a scam.
He will no longer serve you in this life.
If the Buddha has a dark side, then don't worship him. If the scripture is false, then don't take it. The king of the daughter country waited for eighteen lifetimes, and in each lifetime he said "Farewell, poor monk." In this life, he bent down to pick up the customs clearance document and threw it into the moat in front of her.
"I'm not leaving. From now on, I won't recite sutras, I will only recite you."
Lingshan sent someone to ask for someone? Fight back. Is the compassion of the temple full of gods and Buddhas wrapped in meat-fried puff pastry? Lift it to the bottom. He took off his cassock and put on auspicious clothes, filled the scar on his head with rouge, and stretched out his hand to the king of the daughter country - this time, he chose not Xitian, but her.
Be the consort, drink fish soup, and listen to her scold him for being glib. It turns out that the most joyful thing is to admit that you just want to be an ordinary person.
