After leaving Yingchoujian in Panshe Mountain, Fuyin took Qi Yuan to Huasheng Temple in Chang'an.

Fuyin still maintains the appearance of a wandering old monk. As for Qi Yuan, Fuyin turns him into a young monk, just like Hui'an in the original work, holding the lacquer tray on which the cassock is placed in both hands and following behind him

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After the exotic treasure cassock became lighter under Fuyin's spell, Qi Yuan held the lacquer plate with both hands and did not feel any weight. Along the way, he walked behind Fuyin, and his eyes never moved from the lacquer plate.

The exotic treasure cassock was removed.

This cassock is really shiny and colorful. He really likes it. The more he looks at it, the more he wants to collect it.

However, Qi Yuan also knew that whether it was the rare treasure cassock or the nine-ring tin staff, Guanyin wanted to give it to the monks of the Tang Dynasty who could go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

He is destined to miss these two treasures.

Qi Yuan sighed in his heart, but still did not move his eyes from the cassock. It was not until the guide led them into the main hall of Huasheng Temple that Qi Yuan retracted his gaze from the cassock and followed his master obediently.

The quiet little disciple.

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What happened next in the main hall was very different from the original work.

The only difference was probably that when Fuyin signaled Qi Yuan to hand over the cassock to Tang Sanzang, the Yinglong looked at it with longing eyes for a long time before slowly handing over the lacquer plate.

The look of extreme pity was like cutting off his heart. The official who took the lacquer plate from his hand couldn't help but look at Qi Yuan for two seconds longer.

Fuyin also glanced at Qi Yuan, but the next second, he turned his attention back to Tang Sanzang.

Seeing the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, who had a pure appearance and devoted himself to pursuing Zen, Fuyin changed the topic from Hinayana teachings to Mahayana Buddhism.

"There is Mahayana Buddhism in the West, which can transcend the dead and ascend to heaven, save people in trouble and escape their suffering, and can also resolve the knots of hundreds of grievances and eliminate unnecessary disasters."

As soon as Fuyin finished speaking, the surrounding officials were in an uproar. One of the generals looked Fuyin up and down, frowned and said, "You old monk, you can't say such nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, a medium-sized sneer suddenly sounded in the air: "Tsk."

Everyone turned their attention to Qi Yuan behind Fuyin, and the general said, "Was that you who made that sound just now?"

Qi Yuan clasped his hands together and said in a formal tone: "Amitabha, that's good, that's good."

The general's brows suddenly furrowed even more tightly. He lowered his face and stared at Qi Yuan for a few seconds. When he was about to say something more, he was stopped by the look of King Tang, who was sitting in the highest position.

"Don't be rude." Li Shimin's handsome face showed a hint of imperial pressure. He first glanced at Qi Yuan, and then moved his gaze to Fuyin.

For some reason, he had an inexplicable fondness for this wandering monk: "Old monk, where is the Mahayana Buddhism you mentioned to the west?"

"The Great Leiyin Temple in Xitianling Mountain is one hundred and eight thousand miles away from here."

"My disciple is willing to do the hard work of a dog and horse and go to the West to obtain the true scriptures." Tang Sanzang immediately asked the king of Tang in the high seat for instructions. His gentle brows and eyes were full of determination to find the Mahayana Buddhism.

"Okay," Li Shimin chuckled, stood up immediately, walked down and stood in front of Tang Sanzang: "Since Master can do this, I would like to worship you as a brother."

After saying this, Li Shimin walked up to Fuyin again: "Old monk, you gave me Tang Yudi's cassock and tin staff, and also told us how to find Mahayana Buddhism. It's almost dusk now, why not stay here and have some fast food?

Then rest and repair."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Fuyin could answer, another soft sneer sounded in the air: "Tsk."

This time the volume was significantly louder than before.

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Qi Yuan: "Old monk, your little disciple has a lively temperament."

Qi Yuan's lips moved when he heard this and was about to speak out.

Fuyin glanced at him lightly, and Qi Yuan immediately calmed down.

Okay, he is now a well-behaved and obedient little monk. And a well-behaved and obedient little monk cannot find a sense of presence regardless of the occasion.

Seeing Qi Yuan calm down, Fuyin looked away. When he met Tang Wang's expectant gaze, he shook his head and refused: "Well done, the old monk has achieved his goal today, and it's time to leave."

Li Shimin frowned slightly and was about to say something else, but Fuyin had already looked at Tang Sanzang beside him.

"The road to the west is far away. When you pass by Liangjie Mountain, tear off the six-character sticker on the top of the mountain. The sacred monkey trapped at the foot of the mountain will protect you all the way to the west."

"Monkey God?"

"The Monkey King who caused chaos in the sky five hundred years ago?"

Tang Sanzang and Qi Yuan spoke out at the same time.

The former is astonishment, the latter is astonishment.

Fuyin continued: "The divine monkey has great magical power and has learned seventy-two transformations. With him around, the dangers on the road will be reduced a lot."

Although Tang Sanzang had doubts, he still kept these in mind.

Li Shiming's eyes were half-squinted, and there was a hint of thought and inquiry in his dark pupils: "Old monk, who are you?"

Qi Yuan snorted softly: "Who else could it be, Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, your great mercy, great compassion, and great inspiration to save those who are suffering?" He said the full name of Fu Yin in one breath.

Fuyin glanced at Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan grinned and smiled at Fuyin.

Fuyin didn't say anything. Since the matter was done, there was no need for him to stay here any longer. As for his identity, there was no need to hide it.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone because of Qi Yuan's words, Fuyin removed his disguise, revealing the female body that is often revealed in the world.

He has white clothes, black hair, a Buddhist crown, lips that are not even red, and his skin is as white as snow. A light golden light lingers around him, gentle and cold, calm and compassionate.

When everyone saw this, they quickly knelt down and knelt down to worship. They shouted in surprise and excitement: "Bodhisattva bless you, Bodhisattva bless you!"

It's really beautiful.

Qi Yuan's female figure, Fu Yin, commented in her mind and returned to her original self.

He is now looking forward to the Bodhisattva's other dharma appearances more and more.

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After leaving Chang'an, on the way back to Zizhu, Nanhai, Qi Yuan kept looking at Fuyin.

His eyes flickered slightly, looking at the jade bottle and willow branch in Fuyin's hand for a while, and then looking at the golden Buddha crown on Fuyin's head, as if he was observing something.

Qi Yuan found that the disguise of a wandering monk had faded away, and the lively, worldly joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in Guanyin's body seemed to have disappeared as well.

The expression between the eyebrows became very light, as calm as a piece of water that can moisturize all things, but is calm and calm. There is also a sense of inviolable distance on the body.

Although this sense of distance does not make people feel cold, it is full of the divinity that everything is empty, just like a layer of mist, beautiful and ethereal, but untouchable.

Thinking of this, Qi Yuan frowned and wanted to say something.

Fuyin looked forward, aware of his confusion, and said calmly: "If you have something to say, just say it, no need to hold back."

Qi Yuan himself was not of a wandering nature, so when he heard what Fuyin said, he asked directly: "Bodhisattva, do you want to maintain this Dharma form all the time?"

Without waiting for Fuyin to answer, he asked again: "Also, will Xiaobai work with the Monkey King to protect Monk Tang on his journey to the west to obtain Buddhist scriptures?"

Fuyin answered Qi Yuan's second question: "Tang Sanzang will be their master."

Qi Yuan hummed: "Protecting that monk Tang is no fun at all. How can you feel at home in Yingchou Stream?"

Fuyin looked at him, and there was a hint of warmth in his cold voice: "Those who retrieve the true scriptures will obtain the true fruit and achieve a golden body."

He doesn't care whether he achieves a golden body or not.

In Qi Yuan's opinion, there is nothing better than carpe diem.

He did not intend to continue this topic, so he said: "What about the first question? Bodhisattva, you haven't answered it yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Fuyin say: "We're here."

Qi Yuan turned his gaze back to the front.

What you see is a lush and green bamboo forest. The tips of the clear leaves are swaying slightly in the breeze. Occasionally, a few bamboo leaves slowly fall down. It is green and elegant, and there is a quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the air.

The temperament of the person next to him is very similar.

Qi Yuan turned his gaze back again.

Fuyin tapped the willow branch in the jade vase, and a drop of nectar on the willow branch turned into a golden cuckoo and flew deep into the bamboo forest.

"You stay here for now. Hui'an will come and arrange a place for you after receiving my message." He said to Qi Yuan.

"Aren't you coming with me?" Qi Yuan was a little unhappy. He had just returned with Guanyin when the other party was about to leave: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the place where Tathagata came." He still needed to explain some matters to Tathagata about obtaining scriptures from the Western Heaven.

"Okay." Qi Yuan reluctantly replied with two words.

Fuyin saw that he seemed a little disappointed, so before leaving, he brushed away a fallen leaf that had fallen on Qi Yuan's shoulder. His gentle movement was like brushing away the frost and snow on an aspen. "Be good," he said softly.

Qian said calmly, without too much emotion.

Qi Yuan's eyes flashed and he looked at Fuyin's back. He touched the shoulder that was brushed by the other's fingertips and muttered softly, "What?"

of pets?

Qi Yuan clicked his tongue lightly, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Not long after, Qi Yuan saw Jin Dujuan walking towards here with a young man in red.

This young man should be Hui An.
To be continued...