In Youshi, the Great Buddha Temple and the old monk's Buddhist hall.
Li Ye sat cross-legged in front of the old monk, holding the space ring in his hand.
"This is the ring that was killed by the Five Tigers of the Sea of Consciousness. I think he won't need the things in it in his future life, so you can take it." The old monk said lightly.
Li Ye thought for a while, took out all the gold coins inside, placed them on the floor, and said softly: "Master, take these gold coins, and leave the other miscellaneous disciples."
The old monk thought for a while, nodded, smiled and said, "It's good that you can't be obsessed with things!"
"Disciples still have a long way to go in the future, and we can't let these things hold us back."
"Today, the food and oil sent by the guards of the city lord's palace have piled up the backyard of the dining hall. Is this what you meant?"
Li Ye smiled and said: "This is money provided by the royal family, the disciple is just talking."
"Amitabha, you can practice Buddhism hard and give away money at the same time. It would be a pity not to enter Buddhism." The old monk sighed.
Li Ye shook his head and said: "After the spring begins, I will go to Fangcun Mountain with my husband to seek scriptures. I'm afraid I won't be able to honor you often in front of the master. I should do more now."
The old monk was speechless for a long time, looking up at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar.
Li Ye picked up the gold coins on the ground and put them in the drawer under the Buddhist altar.
"It's going to snow in these days. Remember: when it snows, keep going to the back mountain to carry water. Practice hard with your skills for three months, and you will almost be able to reach the state where you can step on the snow without leaving a trace." The old monk slowly turned his hands. Buddha beads, he said.
"Do you have any idea?"
"Do you need mental skills? You can't have luck now."
"Yes, I only have physical strength."
The old monk picked up a flower in his left hand and said: "You wear eighty kilograms of iron armor and two hundred kilograms of water, plus the weight of the bucket. On snowy days, you can come and go freely between the back mountain and the dining hall. Wait until you put down the bucket and take off the armor and try again? Where do you need to run the Qi?"
When Li Ye heard this, he felt happy and said: "Amitabha, thank you Master for your enlightenment."
The old monk waved his hand and said, "Go back and copy the scriptures. I'm still waiting."
Li Ye kowtowed to him and said, "In that case, I will go back and copy the scriptures."
"Go and copy more carefully." The old monk muttered.
"Master, don't worry." Li Ye walked out.
...
October 12th is the beginning of winter.
The sky is full of flying snow, covering Fengyun City.
There were three buckets at his feet. Li Ye, dressed in monk's robes, stood on the stream. He didn't know how long it had been.
He stared at the water in the creek in a daze.
At this moment, snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on him.
He thought of that morning.
Reminds me of the battle on the creek.
Ye Wuya was holding a big sword, standing in the morning mist, smiling at himself.
It has been a long time since he came to the back mountain to carry water, ever since he killed Ye Wuya in the stream.
He was reminiscing about that life-and-death battle, thinking about every detail, and thought that even if he made a mistake, this creek would become his burial place.
If he could do it over again, if Ye Wuya was still there, if he was still there, he would no longer panic.
Even if he couldn't kill him instantly, he could still kill Ye Wuya with the help of Ruoshui Sword Intention and Zhanxue, instead of risking serious injuries.
Ye Wuya is dead.
He was the first person Li Ye killed since he was born and started practicing.
The husband said that most people would vomit, feel nauseous, and even have nightmares at night for the first time they kill someone.
But Li Ye didn't. Now that I think about it, I probably had half my life left at that time, so how could I have the time to suffer from nausea, vomiting, and nightmares?
Snowflakes continued to fall.
He picked up a bucket and fetched water from the stream.
The weather was cold, his face was pale, and he was only wearing a single coat. After tempering his body in the cold pool of Tianshan Mountain, he was no longer afraid of the snow and wind.
He looked calm, carrying two buckets on his shoulders and a bucket of water in his hand. He stepped hard on the snow and walked back step by step.
For a moment.
A series of deep footprints appeared in the snow on the back mountain toward the Zhaitang.
Only this time, it took him more than a quarter of an hour to finish the load of water, looking at the five large water tanks. At this rate, it would probably take a whole day for my heart to be full.
...
The monks queuing up to eat in the morning reminisced about a side that had not been seen for a long time.
Go up the mountain to Zhaitang.
Among the snowflakes in the sky, a trace of monk's robes appeared.
Gradually approaching, the figure appears.
Three big buckets and a sweeping monk.
Walking towards the dining hall step by step,
Every step I take looks like I'm going to fall to the ground...
...
On this day, he spent three hours and made twelve trips back and forth between the back mountain and the Zhaitang.
On this day, he sat alone in the dining hall and ate the vegetarian meal that his senior brother had heated for him in a steamer.
On this day, he was thinking that carrying water in the snow was indeed not easy.
...
A small courtyard at dusk.
It's still snowing heavily.
He stood under the dead tree. .
Close your eyes and swing the wooden sword in your hand again and again.
Half an hour later, five thousand swords were slashed out from his right hand.
After another half hour, five thousand were cut out with his left hand.
Last year in Tianshan, he chopped off a snowflake with one sword.
This winter, I can chop away a few snowflakes with one sword.
Wave your hand freely,
The wind does not move and the snow does not fly.
At this moment, it seems that I am no longer in the snow.
Every sword strike will not take away a trace of wind and snow.
...
On the tenth day, the monks lining up outside the dining hall noticed that the junior brother who was carrying water in the snow was a little faster.
On the 20th day, the monks queuing up found that the junior brother carrying water was getting closer.
One month later, if the monks in the queue didn't look carefully, they could no longer see the figure of their junior brother.
This is Li Ye's method of practice. Although it is clumsy, it is feasible.
When Li Ye, carrying three buckets of water, passed by the monks, white mist was already rising above his head.
He has not yet achieved what the old monk said about jumping into the snow without a trace.
But his movement skills already have a traceless charm.
.......
It is still a small courtyard after dusk.
Still swinging every sword with ease.
Li Ye still had his eyes closed.
The windbreaker is old.
But Xueli could no longer see Li Ye clearly.
Thick snowflakes covered his whole body heavily.
There were only sword shadows with no real energy at all, flying in the wind and snow.
Like an elf in the snow.
...
After dusk, ten days before the New Year's Day.
Li Ye standing in the wind and snow.
Looking at the wooden sword in his hand, I felt a touch of joy in my heart.
Zhan Xue has been practicing for two years.
Tonight, three snowflakes were chopped off with one sword.
He murmured softly: "I'm getting closer to Mr. Li's amazing sword."
...
The night before New Year's Eve.
Li Yejing sat in the old monk's Buddhist hall.
The old monk held a volume of the Lotus Sutra in his hand.
"Have you left no trace in the snow?" the old monk asked with a smile.
Li Ye held a cup of hot tea in his hand and smiled lightly: "It's still a little worse."
The old monk nodded and said: "Your true energy is locked, and it is normal for you to be a little short. If you practice slowly in the future, you will naturally succeed."
"The road to practice is very long, so don't be in a hurry, disciple." Li Ye gently drank the tea in the cup.
"Is there any success in swordsmanship?" The old monk looked at the disciple in front of him, feeling really happy in his heart.
Li Ye picked up a flower in his left hand and said, "I was able to chop off one flower last year. I tried it today and was able to chop off three snowflakes."
"Although the method is a bit clumsy, if you are a self-taught master without a teacher, if you insist on practicing for ten years, you will be able to master the unique "Snow-cutting" sword technique." The old monk praised.
Li Ye's face was a little red, and he lowered his head and said, "This disciple is just killing time in his spare time, how can he be considered as a swordsman."
The old monk nodded and smiled, and said: "You may not be able to succeed if you practice it with intention, but your unintentional way has the potential to succeed."
Goodbye Li Ye.
"The Great Buddha Temple's exercises are incomplete and cannot provide you with a better way to practice. Otherwise, I really hope that you will practice in this temple for ten or eight years before entering the world." The old monk gave a long sigh.
"Master is merciful. After this disciple goes to Fangcun Mountain to cultivate the "Wuyao Dharmakaya", he will hand over the complete method to the master." Li Ye said softly.
The old monk nodded and said: "The Prajna Temple in Fangcun Mountain contains thousands of Buddhist teachings. You should practice well after you go there. This is the greatest opportunity in your life."
With infinite longing in his eyes, Li Ye said firmly: "Any Buddhist practice that a disciple practices should be brought back to the Great Buddha Temple and handed over to the Master."
"Everything depends on fate, don't force it, remember that," the old monk said.
...
"This disciple will return to the city tomorrow morning, stay with his parents and relatives for a few days, and then set off for the Western Regions." Li Ye lowered his head deeper, feeling a lot of reluctance for the old monk.
The old monk looked at him and shook his head, thinking that he had finally found a satisfactory disciple and would leave Fengyun City in the blink of an eye.
Li Ye, who lowered his head, felt very reluctant to part with him. He finally got familiar with the life here, but he was about to be separated in a blink of an eye.
"If there is destiny, time and space are not distance; if there is no destiny, we will not be able to understand each other even if we gather together all day long. On the way to practice, we must not be obsessed with gathering and separation, otherwise it is easy to give birth to inner demons." After the old monk finished speaking, he sang a Buddha's greeting:
Man is in the world. In love.
Live alone and die alone. Go alone and come alone.
When it comes to fun. A place of joy and sorrow.
Take charge of yourself. There is no substitute.
...
"Disciples are taught and should remember Master's teachings today." Li Ye bowed again.
The old monk put down the scroll in his hand and looked up at the Bodhisattva on the altar.
He murmured: "After all, your time in the temple is too short, and there are many truths that I cannot explain to you in detail. You will encounter many difficulties after entering the world. Just remember that there is no need to avoid some things when they cannot be avoided."
Li Ye smiled and said, disciples should remember the master's teachings.
"Can you tell me why the Vajra in the main hall has his eyes wide open with anger, while the Bodhisattvas lower their eyebrows and have kind eyes?" the old monk said with a smile.
Li Ye lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and said: "The King Kong can only subdue the four demons with his angry eyes; the Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, so he is compassionate to the six realms."
"Good, good, good. It seems that you have understood this truth. No wonder the battle in the back mountain did not bring you any demonic obstacles. As the saying goes: if you don't show the wrath of King Kong, you won't see the mercy of Bodhisattva. This is the truth." The old monk nodded.
"Go back and have a rest. Don't come to say hello when you leave tomorrow. When you have mastered the correct method from Prajna Temple, come back and talk to me."
The old monk waved his hand, then lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes and began to chant sutras.
Li Ye kowtowed to the old monk three times, stood up, and gently left the Buddhist hall.
The wind and snow are strong outside the Buddha.
He looked back at the old monk who was chanting sutras.
Turn around and walk into the boundless wind and snow.
