As the days settled down, Li Ye was not in a hurry to talk to Wu Xin about Song Yu'er. Now that he had arrived at Prajna Temple, he would not be in a hurry.
Besides, after Nangong Ruyu came, he obviously found that Wuxin spent more time in Xiaozayuan, and his heart was moisturizing silently. Take your time, he would have to stay in the mountain for three years.
It's still a long time, I'm not in a hurry.
Mu Mu and Xiao Qing, on the other hand, went crazy playing in the mountains. They were away from home all day long, and occasionally they would take Nangong Ruyu for a walk in the mountains.
But most of the time, Nangong Ruyu followed Li Ye, sitting on the stone steps in front of the hall, holding her chin with her small hands and watching Li Ye sweep the fallen leaves on the square over and over again.
The monks in the temple didn't know that Nangong Ruyu was Wuxin's daughter. They all laughed and said that the junior brother came down the mountain and actually brought his daughter to practice.
After several discussions with Minghui, Li Ye decided to teach Nangong Ruyu how to practice, using the same method that his husband taught him back then.
However, he couldn't bear to let her suffer too much, so he waited until she was five years old before going to the back mountain of Xuantian Temple to cast thinner armor and weapons for him.
But the small matter of body tempering still caused Nangong Ruyu to suffer a lot.
The difference was that Li Ye didn't have the heart to beat her, but sat beside the barrel and reasoned with her.
"Yu'er, do you want to protect your father and your grandfather when you grow up?" Li Ye asked while pouring the concoction into the barrel.
When Nangong Ruyu heard this, she gritted her teeth and nodded, looked at him and said, "When Yu'er grows up, she will protect her father, grandfather, grandmother and sister!" "My sister is naturally Xiaohua.
Li Ye looked back at Xiao Hua, who was standing aside with a nervous look on his face, and continued to tell her: "Then you have to endure more hardships when you were a child, so that you will be strong when you grow up."
Nangong Ruyu looked up at Xiaohua, who nodded to her, indicating that she agreed with Li Ye's statement.
Even she knew that Li Ye was doing this for Nangong Ruyu's good. Using medicine to temper the body was common in the Nangong family, but Nangong Xuanyuan was reluctant to let her suffer prematurely because she was too young.
But since she came to Prajna Temple with Li Ye, Li Ye naturally couldn't let her miss the best age for body tempering.
His husband had told him at the beginning that the best time for body tempering was between the ages of three and four. Now that Nangong Ruyu is almost four years old, it is the best time.
After tempering her body for the third time, Wuxin followed Wuyou to the small courtyard.
Seeing his daughter struggling in the bathtub, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, even he, who was heartbroken, frowned tightly.
He held her little hand and said, "Don't be afraid, Yu'er. Master is doing it for your own good and wants you to surpass your father in cultivation when you grow up!"
Nangong Yu'er stared at him and asked, "Is it true? Daddy!"
Seeing Wu Xin coming over, she, who was still enduring the pain, felt less painful.
"That's natural. How could your master and I be willing to lie to Yu'er." Wu Xin raised his head and looked at Li Ye, sighing in his heart and not knowing what to say.
He also walked along the road of spiritual practice.
When he was a child, Nangong Xuanyuan had tempered his body in this way. Looking at his daughter with a tenacious expression in the bathtub, he couldn't help but think of his own appearance as a child...
Within half a month, Li Ye tempered Nangong Ruyu's body three times, then ignored her and let Mu Mu and Xiao Qing take her to the mountains.
The three of them would come back with pheasants and hares from time to time, giving Nangong Ruyu a feast on the mountain.
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After settling Nangong Yu'er, Li Ye began to practice in the temple. Every morning he continued to sweep fallen leaves in the square in front of Shidian with a broom, watching the pilgrims going up and down the mountain coming and going at the mountain gate.
On this day, after sweeping the floor, he was not in a hurry to return to the small courtyard, because Mu Mu took Nangong Ruyu to play in the mountains again.
Standing alone by the lake beside the main hall, blowing the mountain breeze.
Looking around, the lotus leaves on the lake have quietly formed buds, like green plums swaying gently.
The sun shines on the blue flower buds, shining brightly.
There are also some slightly red flower buds that have just burst open. Soon, they should slowly bloom and dye the lake water red.
In Prajna Temple, the lotus leaves of this lake are the only scenery, except for the green mountains.
Li Ye leaned against the railing of the pavilion, smelling the fragrance of the lake, and thought that even the lotus pond in the palace did not bloom as freely as the lotus pond in Prajna Temple.
As he stared blankly, he remembered what his husband had told him when he first went to Tianshan Mountain. Seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water.
Although I had already understood this truth at that time, looking at the vast Fangcun Mountain and the lake of green lotus, I had a different mood in my heart.
At some point, Minghui strolled to the pavilion in the lake and looked at Li Ye in a daze with a puzzled expression.
Li Ye was in a very good mood at the moment. When he saw Minghui, he said happily: "Hello, senior brother, sit down and chat for a while." The voice sounded very happy.
Minghui didn't know what he meant and sat down opposite him.
Pointing to a lake of swaying green lotus, Li Ye smiled lightly and said: "This lake of green lotus is still the same as last year."
"Is this Lake Qinglian?" Minghui was stunned and stared blankly into the lake for a while, then turned and asked, "Has it always been here? Is there any difference between last year and this year?"
Li Ye looked at him and smiled without saying a word, until Minghui stared at him, and then softly replied: "Isn't this year's Qinglian no different from last year's Qinglian?"
"Of course not!" Minghui replied.
"What about this green mountain?" Li Ye pointed at the countless peaks in front of him and asked with a smile.
"They have always been here, from the day I came to Prajna Temple." Minghui was a little confused by Li Ye's Zen trick and stared at him.
"Because you have never looked at it seriously, that's why you feel like this." Li Yexin said, Buddha said that there are no two identical leaves in this world, so how can there be exactly the same flower season?
"When I went up the mountain, Qingshan was here." Minghui said.
"I know, when I came here last year, the Qinglian of this lake was also here." Li Ye decided not to beat around the bush with him, and simply asked for advice.
"Why are you still asking these questions?" Minghui asked.
"I'm asking about your state of mind." Li Ye looked at him and said quietly.
The mountain is still the same mountain, and the green lotuses in the lake are still those green lotuses, but the flower buds may be different, and the number of blooming petals may increase or decrease, but there are always some things that remain unchanged, or are constantly changing quietly.
For example, standing by the lake and looking at the lake of green lotus is the heart of a person.
If you ask the pilgrims who are going up the mountain, it is estimated that a hundred pilgrims will have a hundred different answers.
"After a long detour, you turned out to be waiting for me here?" Minghui looked at him and smiled faintly.
"Not to mention last year, even yesterday and today, my mood will be different when I look at the green lotus in this lake."
Minghui didn't hide anything from Li Ye, she honestly opened her mind and let him take a closer look.
"Why do you say this? Could it be that senior brother is in a restless mood?" Li Ye was shocked and asked Minghui.
"That's natural. I'm not a Bodhisattva. When you didn't go up the mountain, I was thinking about when you would come. Seeing the green lotus in this lake, I couldn't help but feel upset."
Li Ye nodded, looked at him and said, "Please continue."
Ming Hui glanced at him and said, "After you came, I was thinking about whether you could convince that guy Wu Xin to put down the burden in his heart, return to the world to live, and assume his own responsibilities."
"Seeing you helping that little girl temper her body, I thought that she would have to endure such pain at such a young age. It would be as comfortable as when I was a child..."
Minghui told him some truth, it was just that people's mood can change at any time.
Li Ye looked at him and nodded to express his agreement.
But then he pointed to the main hall, looked at Minghui and asked: "Ask the Buddha, did he see any difference between the green lotus in the lake last year and this year?"
Minghui was stunned again, lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and then said softly: "If I were a Buddha, I would definitely be different!"
"How to say it? Please give me some advice, senior brother." When Li Ye heard this, he immediately became energetic.
Ming Hui looked at his excited expression and couldn't help but sigh.
"The cause and effect are all on you. If I were a Buddha, last year I would have said, look, that guy who has not completed his spiritual practice has actually entered the world and wants to save all sentient beings with his own ability... ....”
Li Ye was stunned. He didn't expect that Ming Hui would really involve him.
"If I were a Buddha, after you returned to the temple this year, we would say, look, that guy who likes to sweep the floor is back again. I have already said that this is the place where he practices..."
Li Ye was stunned and blurted out: "Aren't they all practicing cultivation up and down the mountain?"
Minghui stretched out her hand and knocked him on the head and asked: "Last year and this year, wasn't it the same Lake Qinglian?"
"Does a Buddha also have a different mind?" Li Ye murmured as he looked at Minghui.
"You're not a Buddha, how do you know if he has a discriminating mind?" Minghui asked.
"Could it be said that eating, drinking tea, chopping firewood can also lead to discrimination?" Li Yeqing picked up a lotus and explored it into the lake.
"Tell me, when you were sweeping the floor yesterday, how many brooms did you swing and how many fallen leaves were swept away?" Minghui looked into his eyes and asked seriously.
"Senior brother, what you mean is, how much firewood did the senior brother who chopped firewood chop and how many knives did he wield yesterday?" Li Ye somewhat understood what he meant.
Ming Hui looked at him and sighed softly, pointed at the green lotus in the lake and said, "Do you think the green lotus in the lake is moving, is it the water or the wind?"
At this point, Li Ye finally looked at him and laughed.
He looked back at the golden dome of the hall and said with a smile: "Of course my heart is moved."
"That's enough. Fortunately, you took a roundabout way to ask me." Minghui looked at him and shook his head, thinking that you have been down the mountain for a year, and there is indeed dust in your heart. You need to go back to the mountain to clean it up.
After a conversation between the two, Li Ye figured out some issues. He looked at Minghui and said with a smile, "I'm going to Xuantian Temple tomorrow. I'll leave it to my senior brother Wuxin."
Minghui nodded and replied: "Where is the little guy? Do you want to take him with you?"
Li Ye smiled and said: "Wuxin can't even take care of himself, so naturally Yu'er followed me there to practice!"
"It doesn't matter, the south slope or the north slope is all about practice for you! I met old man Qingxu and said I would invite him over for tea." Minghui knew that Li Ye was going to Xuantian Temple to practice.
"Will he come to the temple?" Li Ye was a little surprised.
"Why don't you come?" Minghui was a little angry.
"Well, then I have to trouble my senior brother to arrange for someone to clean the mountain gate." Looking at Minghui, Li Ye felt a little guilty. Less than a month after returning to the mountain, he had to go to Xuantian Temple to practice again.
"Do you want to continue to cast your epee?" Minghui knew that his epee was not finished yet.
Li Ye thought for a while and replied softly: "Maybe I'll polish it. After all, it's inconvenient to go up and down the mountain after winter." Li Ye was still thinking about the sword for the young lady and his younger sister.
Before leaving, Xia Yunlan finally found two pieces of black iron from the palace's warehouse and handed them to Li Ye. According to this weight, it was enough to give Nangong Ruyu another piece of inner armor.
Coupled with the fact that he had to learn medicine refining from Qingxu, Li Ye suddenly felt that he would no longer have any leisure time on Fangcun Mountain.
