Reluctant, Long Hongchen stood at the entrance of the cave practicing his sword, waiting for Li Xiuyuan to come out of the cave and barbecue.
While lighting a fire and boiling water for barbecue, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said, "Long Hongchen, what are you holding in your hand?"
"A bamboo sword, brother!" Long Hongchen slashed out the sword with all his strength.
"How much does it weigh? Do you need to use so much strength?" Li Xiuyuan knew that he was not willing to let the bird fly away, but he still had to give guidance on his practice.
"Brother, this is a sword. If you don't use force, how can you beat the monsters on the Shura battlefield in the future?"
"Then you can imagine it to be heavier, just like your sword twenty-one. When you cut it out, it should be slower, and slower!"
Long Hongchen had just started practicing, and Li Xiuyuan wanted him to learn how to use a sword that feels light but heavy.
"If you use your Qi to exert force, you need to lift it lightly but it's light! If you use your mind to exert your strength, you need to lift it light and yet it's heavy. Your sword twenty-one weighs one hundred and eight kilograms! I want you to learn how to lift it lightly. Ruozhong’s sword intent!”
Li Xiuyuan poured himself a cup of hot tea and started grilling meat.
"Brother, what does it mean to lift a light weight but not a heavy weight?" At Long Hongchen's age, how could he understand such a profound truth?
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, knowing that it was a bit reluctant to tell him these truths at this time.
But he still explained patiently: "The skill is as clumsy, the lightness is as heavy... The sword moves are visible, but the sword intention is invisible. However, the visible sword moves always have flaws, but the invisible sword intention is perfect." "
Seeing Long Hongchen's sad face, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said: "From today on, you can follow the method Xiao Long'er taught you and practice for an hour every day."
Since there is no way to reason at the moment, the only way is to let Long Hongchen integrate these sword skills into his flesh and blood memory, just like he practiced swordsmanship back then.
After two years, he would let Long Hongchen start practicing his left-hand sword.
Long Hongchen looked at him and asked helplessly: "When will sister Xiao Longer come back?"
"Let's wait until we return to Longmen Pass... almost before autumn comes."
Li Xiuyuan thought that he still had one spring and one summer, enough for him to take Long Hongchen to explore this world.
The night was getting darker and the spring fog was rising. Li Xiuyuan moved the barbecue into the cave, lit a new fire and shouted: "I won't practice today. I went outside the cave to wash my hands and come in to eat meat!"
"Okay, I can finally eat meat!" Long Hongchen's cheers came from outside the cave.
At this moment, something fell from the cave wall above Li Xiuyuan's head and fell into his hands. It was a piece of bone as crystal clear as jade!
Li Xiuyuan held the bone in his hand and wondered, was it a human bone or an animal bone?
Before he could hold the bones in front of the fire to take a closer look, he saw that the bones in his hands turned into a puddle of water in an instant and slowly fell into his palms.
Missing? What the hell?
Li Xiuyuan was shocked. When he looked inside, he saw the bone that turned into water slowly seeping into his body and silently submerged into the bone marrow of his body.
He just heard a bang, and a golden light rose in the cave. While he was stunned, a golden "swastika" disappeared into his chest.
Then a voice of chanting sutras sounded in his divine sea.
I have heard that if a Bodhisattva has the appearance of myself, the appearance of a human being, the appearance of living beings, or the appearance of a person with a long life, then he is not a Bodhisattva.
Li Xiuyuan fell to the ground and was speechless for a moment. He only listened to the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, but it was the Buddhist scriptures left to him by the old Taoist priest.
For a moment, all the bones in his body were shaking gently, as if the soil after a long drought was reborn with new life, and seeds were about to sprout and take root.
It wasn't until Long Hongchen came in after washing himself and complained that he was hungry that Li Xiuyuan came back to his senses instantly.
He poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Long Hongchen and said, "Drink a glass of water first, and then eat meat."
Long Hongchen looked at him and grinned: "Brother, did you miss your sister and the others just now?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled and said, "I've been walking all day today. I'll take a rest early when I'm full." After that, he tore a piece of barbecue and handed it to him.
Long Hongchen took it and took a bite, then asked, "Are we going to continue our journey tomorrow? My feet seem to be a little painful."
After all, this was Long Hongchen's first time running such a long distance, and he couldn't get used to it all at once.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said softly: "I will walk around here tomorrow to find some spirit flowers for you to temper your body. We are not in a hurry."
Only then did Long Hongchen smile with satisfaction: "I know that my brother is the best to Long Hongchentian."
"Then do you want to practice sword practice tomorrow?" Li Xiuyuan would not let go of his discipline just because his feet hurt.
...
That night, Li Xiuyuan had a dream when the Buddha's bones entered his body.
The piece that turned into water and merged into his body was a piece of Buddha's bone left by the old monk when he fought against gods and demons here. After that shocking battle, the old monk wrote the word "Swastika" on the stone wall of the cliff.
He hopes to use the compassion of Buddhism to repair the mountains and rivers.
However, tens of millions of years have passed, and with his boundless Dharma, compassion, and tremendous power of mind, he still has not been able to restore this land to its former vitality.
Li Xiuyuan in the dream didn't know what happened here that year, but it must have been an earth-shattering battle. Since then, this place has been classified as a Shura battlefield for a thousand-year battle.
The old Taoist priest in the dream came to him, stretched out his finger to turn stones into gold, and touched his eyebrows.
Li Xiuyuan felt that the center of his eyebrows instantly became transparent, like the purest crystal in the world.
In the transparent crystal, you can vaguely see a green lotus, the pure green lotus.
Li Xiuyuan practiced Buddhism on Fangcun Mountain in the Five Realms for more than ten years, but he actually practiced Buddhism for far more than a dozen years.
Because of his nature, even if he lost his memory after coming to the Shura Realm, he still practiced unknowingly.
During his more than ten years in the Asura Realm, Li Xiuyuan once awakened Qinglian on Luoxia Mountain, thus illuminating the world and allowing those who heard the Tao to break through the realm overnight. However, he did not see the Buddha in the Buddhist hall.
However, at this moment, he saw the green lotus in his body for the first time. It seemed that the green lotus was swaying in the wind.
past? The lotus seed given to him by the old Taoist priest in the future had already been planted deeply in his divine sea. At this time, a lotus petal was faintly imprinted on his eyebrows.
The old Taoist priest turned the stone into gold, and a green light came in, and Qinglian woke up.
Li Xiuyuan's green lotus slowly rises from his body like nectar, encountering the spring night rain and facing the Buddha's light from the sky, floats out of the cave, and floats quietly between heaven and earth.
There is no rain on a spring night, and there is a moon in the sky.
Qinglian is bathed in the silver moonlight, quietly shining on this broken land of mountains and rivers.
The seeds in the mountains, rivers, and mountains began to sprout, break through the soil, branch out, and then grew wildly while bathed in the pure divine light.
The green lotus hangs in the air on the vast cliff, illuminating the broken mountains and rivers, making the ruins restored by the Buddha's light for thousands of years instantly glow with vitality.
The green lotus that night did not soar into the sky, or even illuminate the entire Shura battlefield, but quietly illuminated the land that had been cared for by Buddhism this time.
The compassion of Buddhism has never brought life to this land, even if thousands of years have passed, because the resentment here is too heavy, and the sentient beings who stayed back then are unwilling to be reincarnated.
So the place is lifeless and the mountains and rivers cannot be repaired.
Li Xiuyuan in the cave looked at the old Taoist priest and giggled, not knowing that the world had changed outside the cave at this time.
The old Taoist priest sat in front of him, stretched out his hand to light the stove in front of him, and a pot of spiritual tea had a faint fragrance wafting out.
The aroma of tea arose and Li Xiuyuan woke up.
He looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him, looked at the green lotus between his eyebrows, and asked: "Master, why did my green lotus turn into thirty-three petals?" The old Taoist priest looked at him and smiled: "The temple's The Buddhas have shone their light on you and asked you to repair these broken mountains and rivers, but your green lotus has not grown yet, so I have no choice but to help you..."
Li Xiuyuan thought of the ancient Buddhist characters on the stone wall and couldn't help but ask: "Even after tens of millions of years, these mountains and rivers are still in ruins. What kind of war happened here back then?"
"The past is in the past, you don't need to understand... Are you sure you want to know the story of what happened here?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the old Taoist priest and said, "I am your disciple, I must know."
The old Taoist priest couldn't help laughing when he heard it, and said with a smile: "Monk, have you heard or seen that my disciple has helped you complete what you have never done!"
After saying that, he reached out again and touched Li Xiuyuan's eyebrows, and said lightly: "Those past are not your reincarnation, you don't have to bear it..."
As a result, Li Xiuyuan once again fell into a dream within a dream.
...
The old Taoist priest in front of him disappeared and was replaced by the old monk in the temple.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Senior, why are you here?"
Twitching the corners of his mouth, which looked like they had been cracked for thousands of years, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked quietly: "Who am I? How long has it been since the war between gods and demons?"
The old monk opened his dry eyes and stared blankly at Li Xiuyuan in front of him.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the old monk who was like a dead branch in front of him, and replied quietly: "I don't know either. I'm just a monk who came to explore the Shura battlefield. The era you mentioned should have passed tens of millions of years."
The old monk wanted to wave his finger to the sky, but unexpectedly it touched an old wound on his body. The pain made him speechless for a while, and he muttered to himself only after a long time passed.
"I fell into a deep sleep, and at the snap of my fingers, I didn't expect that this place would be in ruins..."
The old monk released his spiritual consciousness and explored the land carefully. It wasn't until Li Xiuyuan was about to ask again that he said something leisurely.
"The ancient war between gods and demons? Who are you?" Li Xiuyuan asked quietly.
The old monk sighed, looked at him and said calmly: "Is Donghuang Taiyi still alive? Is that bitch Nuwa still alive?"
Li Xiuyuan couldn't understand these words at all.
In his memory, Nuwa was a legendary figure who single-handedly repaired the sky and saved the world. Unexpectedly, the old monk at that time called him a bitch.
Could it be that the truth back then was different from the legend? If so, what happened back then? In that era of war between gods and demons, what happened?
"Do you...recognize the legendary Nuwa Empress? We have never known her...The world has changed so much, and now it is just some legends..."
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said in a daze.
The old monk did not continue to speak, but asked gently: "Is there water?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, took the kettle unconsciously, poured him a cup of herbal tea and handed it over. The old monk took it and drank it like nectar.
When Li Xiuyuan saw this, he quickly stepped forward and poured him another bowl, then said, "There's more, don't worry."
The old monk drank two bowls of herbal tea, and his eyes finally had some sparkle, and the way he looked at Li Xiuyuan also changed slightly.
"You smell familiar to me. Could it be that the elder of your family is someone I know? I really want to know who he is?"
The old monk looked at Li Xiuyuan who was still nervous, put down the bowl in his hand, and asked softly.
The old monk sensed the faint aura on Li Xiuyuan's body, and thought that the young man in front of him might have something to do with him, and even his tone of voice became kinder.
Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself, didn't we just break up in the temple? Did you just forget about it?
Or is the old monk in front of me someone else?
