In the academy at night, a few insects chirp occasionally.
After putting away his harp and drinking wine, Li Xiuyuan, whose tea was tasteless, returned to his master's bamboo house.
The three deans got what they wanted and solved the doubts in their hearts for many years. Seeing that there was hope for ascension, the three old people were no longer anxious.
The most important thing is that they finally understood that they would need Immortal Qi Stones after ascension. In this case, it seemed that the spiritual stones he had saved so hard in the Shura Heaven Realm could be kept in the academy.
After listening to Li Xiuyuan's music, although the three old people had already passed the age of hearing the music, they all felt that their respective states of mind had been cleansed.
For the three old men, this was more effective than a thousand-year-old elixir.
The cultivation of the state of mind is very important for every monk, not to mention the state of the dean and the two elders, which requires the polishing of the state of mind.
As for whether any of the students in the academy could break through the music, that was not a matter of concern to the three old men.
At half past midnight, Li Xiuyuan returned to his master's bamboo house. The three girls each fell asleep, leaving only a lone lamp for him.
With no sleep at all, he lit the small stove on the table, filled the kettle with spring water, took out a collection of runes copied in Ding'an City, and read it quietly.
After looking at it for half an hour, I felt a little sleepy, so I took half of the agarwood and lit it.
He no longer thought about making tea, but held a roll of classics in his hands, leaned on the recliner beside him, and fell into a dream with the mountain breeze on his pillow.
In the dream, he came to a big mountain.
The gentleman in a green shirt looked at the young man setting up a pot to cook soup, turned over the barbecue in his hand, and asked: "Which is more important, enlightenment or practice?"
The young man who was putting mushrooms in the pot did not expect that his husband would ask this question. He replied without thinking: "Of course practice is important. The old monk said that enlightenment can only be achieved between drinking tea. As long as the fate is there, you can enlighten at any time." ."
"What if the predestined dharma is not there? If it doesn't come? There are people who have been cultivating for a lifetime and have never realized the Tao. What should they do?" The teacher continued to ask.
After listening to the gentleman's question, Li Ye stayed for a while, thinking about how to answer the gentleman's words. He gently stirred the soup in the pot, and looked at the gentleman grilling the meat, thinking about how he would answer if he was an old monk from the Great Buddha Temple.
"The old monk said that enlightenment is just like eating and drinking. It comes as soon as it comes. How can there be any truth? It's just like going to the main hall for morning classes and chanting sutras after getting up every morning." The young man thought about the old monk carefully. Teacher's teachings.
The husband smiled and said nothing and continued to grill.
The hare meat was already roasted golden in the hands of the gentleman. The gentleman sprinkled some spices on the meat, then cut off a piece and handed it to the little girl next to the woman in the white dress, telling her to scald it carefully.
The young man did not ask for the barbecue in his hands. Instead, he opened the curtain, put on his shoes, and went out of the house.
At this moment, all he was thinking about was what his husband had just asked about why he became enlightened. He unknowingly turned to the stone wall at the back of the house that was full of scriptures. He looked at the scriptures he had carved and thought about a story the old monk told him.
A traveler once went to the temple to ask an old monk for advice on how to attain enlightenment.
The traveler asked the old monk: "What did you do before you became enlightened?"
The old monk said: "Chop wood, carry water and drink tea."
The traveler asked: "What about after attaining the Tao?"
The old monk said: "Chop wood, carry water and drink tea."
The traveler asked again: "Then what is enlightenment?"
The old monk replied: "Before enlightenment, when you chop wood, you think about carrying water, and when you carry water, you think about drinking tea; after enlightenment, when you chop wood, you chop wood, when you carry water, you carry water, and when you drink tea, you drink tea."
The young man carefully recalled some of the trivial matters of practicing cultivation with his teacher. His teacher taught him that "there is no words to say when eating and no words to sleep when sleeping."
The old monk said, "Walking like the wind, sitting like a pine tree." The self-image, the person-image, the image of all living beings, and the image of the life-span of my own practice of mind are all closely related.
Although I don’t deliberately seek enlightenment, I am surely enlightening myself all the time.
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Eat when you eat, drink tea when you drink tea, meditate when you meditate, and walk when you walk.
These are the simplest things in life, the most easily overlooked bits and pieces, but they are the beginning of all kinds of practice.
When I eat, I think about drinking tea, when I have a meeting, I think about walking. Those are my earliest scenes.
After practicing with my husband and the old monk, I have gained some understanding and naturally realized that when I eat, I just eat, when I drink tea, I just drink tea; when I walk, I walk, when I meditate, I just meditate...
Enlightenment of life while half dreaming and half awake
Enlightenment of the secular world between half pain and half happiness
Enlightenment of life while half drunk and half awake
Enlightenment of reincarnation between half dry and prosperous
The young man who has never entered the world has now seen life and the world, just as he has practiced the five realms of Buddhism and has seen that he has distances and realms.
Some questions that he couldn't figure out, some questions that he couldn't ask his husband for advice, suddenly became clear in his heart at this moment, and he no longer needed to ask his husband for some questions.
This moment. His heart is peaceful.
Stretching out his hand, he gently stroked the scriptures engraved on the stone wall, and chanted softly in his mouth. The young man's fingers were carefully feeling the horizontal and vertical lines of the scriptures, and he was also feeling how he had originally carved the scriptures on the stone wall. Wen Shi’s mood.
Who said that Kung Fu is nothing more than poetry? If there is no Kung Fu that drips with sweat on the stone wall, there will be no poems full of joy.
The zhenqi in his hand circulated, and a line of zhenqi filled with white mist spread on the stone wall. In a moment, the ice cubes wrapping the entire stone wall fell from the stone wall with a crash and landed at Li Ye's feet.
Looking at the neat scriptures on the stone wall, the young man smiled with satisfaction.
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He took a deep breath of the night breeze, and when he opened his eyes, the half-asleep Li Xiuyuan murmured: "Sir!"
Then he murmured again: "Mumu!"
In a daze, two drops of crystal tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and wet the skirt of his chest.
However, when he tried to capture the memory fragments of this moment, he found that these fragments were like dew and lightning, and had long since disappeared.
"Can I only meet you in a dream? Can I remember who you are only if I recover my memory on the Shura battlefield?"
Looking at the gleam of moonlight shining into the living room, Li Xiuyuan had a lot of thoughts in his heart.
It turns out that there is a husband and a girl named Mu Mu in my memory...
In this way, the husband and girl in the dream should be as important as my parents and sister, otherwise I would not dream of them again and again.
He sighed softly, stood up and sat at the table, turned on the oil lamp, took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bookshelf, and rubbed half a pond of pine ink with the warm water in the pot.
Reaching out to pinch the wolf's hair, my heart was silently recalling the memory fragments left in my mind...
After a long while, I finally felt a little unsatisfied...
The wind is in the treetops and the birds are singing,
How many flowers have fallen in dreams?
He whispered softly: "The wind is in the treetops and the birds are singing. How many flowers have fallen in my dream? I have seen all the flowers in the mountain, but I don't know where the flowers have fallen in my dream..."
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Because he agreed to make wine for the fat elder in the kitchen, he could only stay in the kitchen backyard of the academy, because in Li Xiuyuan's view, he would leave Wangyue Stream and go to the wilderness one day.
While the fat elder went to town to buy everything needed for wine making, Li Xiuyuan started the summer scene in the bamboo house.
Although in his opinion summer was not suitable for brewing wine, the three old men didn't care.
Qin Feiyan and others from Tianfeng Kingdom finally failed to muster up the courage to see Li Xiuyuan, but Hua Xiaotian and Hua Xiaoyu pushed open the bamboo fence of the bamboo house courtyard before it was too late.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and smiled: "You have a very good nose, you know that I have returned to the academy.
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Hua Xiaoyu sat down at the table and asked timidly: "Where is Xiaoqing?"
Because Xiao Qing went to the Demon Realm with Hua Xiaoyu, so the relationship between the two should be familiar. The girl didn't see Xiao Qing when she entered the door, which seemed a little strange.
Li Xiuyuan poured tea for Liang Shang and said calmly: "He took Xiao Long'er to watch Wei Qing chop wood."
Hua Xiaotian looked at him in disbelief and asked, "Junior Brother Wei Qing is already at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul. Do you still want to go to the kitchen to chop firewood? He is the dean's direct disciple, right?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and smiled: "So what? Even if he is a direct disciple, he must complete his own practice. He is used to practicing in the kitchen, and it has nothing to do with his identity."
Hua Xiaoyu looked at him and laughed: "Only Confucius' students have such perseverance, and we admire them endlessly."
Thinking of what happened on the Shura battlefield, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but ask: "When will you leave? How many disciples from the Demon Realm will go with the academy's brigade?"
Hua Xiaotian looked at him and replied: "We have six disciples in the Demon Realm. The academy, including the elders and actors, totals more than fifty people. We should leave tomorrow for Qianmen Pass."
Hua Xiaoyu thought for a while, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "There are more people in Tianfeng Kingdom than us. They have about ten students who will go with them."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said softly: "It's a long journey, so take care of yourselves... If your level is too low, you can only become cannon fodder in the Shura battlefield, so why bother?"
Hua Xiaoyu was stunned. She really hadn't considered this issue. Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he asked blankly: "What do you mean?"
Li Xiuyuan looked into her eyes and replied calmly: "Your brother has arrived at Tianmen Pass. You can ask him for advice when the time comes. I have already told him what I want to say."
Hua Xiaotian counted the days and said with a smile: "It's not too late, let's go to Tianmen Pass to find our elder brother."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and said without refusal: "Since we have decided to set foot on the Shura battlefield, once we enter, we will forget that you are human beings, imagine that you are monsters, and be cold-blooded and ruthless... Only in this way can we come back alive. "
Upon hearing this, Hua Xiaoyu asked helplessly: "When you say that, it sounds so cold and heartless?"
Li Xiuyuan looked into her eyes and said, "Do you want to be a favor, or do you want to come back alive? Make your own choice. In short, Hua Tianyu will tell you when you go to Tianmen Pass."
In just a few simple conversations like this, Li Xiuyuan warned the two of them about the dangers of Shura's battlefield in advance. As for whether they would listen or not, that was not his concern.
When Hua Xiaoyu heard this, she could only take a breath quietly and said with a faint smile: "Thank you, we will see big brother when we get to Tianmen Pass."
Not knowing what he thought of, Hua Xiaotian's expression became much more relaxed and he said, "Senior sister, the princess is still at Tianmen Pass. You won't be afraid if you go there."
Hua Xiaoyu was stunned, looked at Li Xiuyuan and laughed.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the expressions of the two of them and comforted them: "Actually, it's not a big problem. Don't leave the group when you go to the Shura battlefield. Be cruel and remember that it's important to save your life."
The two stayed for a while, then said goodbye satisfied and left.
It was only then that Nangong Ruyu walked out of the room, stretched out and looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked in confusion: "Master, are you really going to leave me and Xiaoqing alone?"
Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan looked at her and shook his head, and said quietly: "How can I dare to leave you alone after such a bad thing like Da Chu? Forget it, let's go to the Shura battlefield together through thick and thin!"
When Nangong Ruyu heard this, she couldn't help covering her mouth and shouted: "Oh my god, master, you finally figured it out!"
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