The son, whose parents were unknown since childhood, made a great vow to go west to obtain Buddhist scriptures. He endured eighty-one tribulations and became a Buddha, but still could not see his birth mother. Grateful for his mother's kindness, he decided to stay in this temple for fourteen years as a way of repaying her kindness.
Both of them wanted to see each other and missed each other, but they were trapped by an inexplicable and unclear membrane.
Just as Yin Wenjiao said, people pray to gods and Buddhas, but when gods and Buddhas encounter difficulties, they can only rely on themselves.
"master."
Xu Milu couldn't help but interject:
"Since you are determined to stay together for fourteen years, why not give it a try?"
She repeated Yin Wenjiao's instructions to her before gently explaining:
"Originally, I had no right to speak on this matter, but I didn't want to see Sister Yin worrying day and night. She refused to see you, which must be because she has her own troubles. Master, you have overcome eighty-one tribulations in fourteen years, so how could there be anything that you fear?"
A hint of worldly concern finally crept onto Sanzang's face, revealing a hint of worry:
“I once visited my mother, but she refused to see me. I was afraid of angering her and causing her to leave Chang'an and never return to Huasheng Temple, so I could only watch over her in secret. How can a child cause his parents worry? This is already a great fault of mine.”
“If Madam Yin really didn’t want to see you, she should have moved away from Chang’an long ago. If she really didn’t want to see you, she wouldn’t have asked me to bring a basket of snacks. People are all made of flesh and blood. I don’t know what difficulties Madam Yin has, but they must be on your shoulders, Master.”
Xu Milu recited a Buddhist phrase:
"Master, please forgive me. I was too talkative today. This matter should not be judged by me. However, those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. You are a highly accomplished monk, and I suppose you are just feeling apprehensive about returning home and cannot see the truth for yourself."
With his hands clasped together, Sanzang sighed sincerely, "Woman, you are kind-hearted. How could you be so talkative? It is this humble monk who has become attached to appearances."
“I run a restaurant there, and I occasionally ask Sister Yin to come and help me. Master, why don’t you go and visit me more often?”
Xu Milu reminded him, and Sanzang, also with a look of complete understanding, softly uttered a Buddhist chant:
"Amitabha."
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