Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "You can also regard me as a bandit."
Murong Zhilan showed surprise and asked: "Why? Do you like to be a bandit?"
"I am also an ordinary person, but when a bandit encounters me, I will be more of a bandit than a bandit." Thinking about his past, Li Xiuyuan reached for the boiled water and began to wash the pot, warm the cup, and make tea.
Murong Zhilan watched his every move and asked in confusion: "You don't look like a bad person."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the porcelain doll-like girl in front of him, and couldn't help but think of Xiao Long'er, and said: "People say there is no good or bad in the world, only the dead and the living."
Smelling the aroma of tea, Feng Yun also sat over, looked at him and smiled: "The tea is good."
Murong Zhilan called out: "Second Senior Sister, come over and have tea."
Baili Yunyan, who was greeting several men to prepare for cooking, turned around and said with a smile, "I'll be here in a minute."
Li Xiuyuan quietly poured two cups of spiritual tea and distributed them to the two of them. He looked at Murong Zhilan and said, "When you encounter bandits, you either run farther away, or you have to be more ruthless than them. Survival is the most important thing."
Murong Zhilan nodded, took a sip of the spiritual tea in her hand.
After taking a sip of the spiritual tea, I couldn't help shouting: "Second Senior Sister, come here quickly... This tea is so delicious..."
Upon hearing this, Baili Yunyan couldn't help but walked over, took a cup of spiritual tea from Li Xiuyuan's hand, put it to his lips with suspicious eyes and sniffed it gently.
"Where did you buy this tea?" Baili Yunyan did not praise Li Xiuyuan's tea-making skills, but asked where the tea came from.
"This tea?" Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "They are sold everywhere in Loulan City. They just come out in early spring, with a pack of spiritual stones."
Baili Yunyan didn't speak, just held a cup of spiritual tea, sat down next to Murong Zhilan, and drank it one sip after another.
The night breeze was intoxicating, and the two women were enjoying it quietly while holding a cup of spiritual tea.
...
After Feng Yun and the other four men cooked a pot of broth and grilled some meat, as the rich aroma spread in the mountains, they slowly walked down the hillside under the woman who had been washing upstream.
I saw a woman in a white dress, with smoke in her eyes and black hair like a waterfall, appearing at the edge of the fire. She looked at Murong Zhilan and said, "Let's eat."
Murong Zhilan said "Oh" and called Feng Yun and others over to prepare for the meal.
Li Xiuyuan didn't expect the visitor to be so indifferent, so without raising his head, he reached out and poured more spiritual tea for himself. For him, there is never a lack of food when going out.
He would neither let himself starve, nor would he go out of his way to make friends with someone.
Baili Yunyan seemed to have been used to such a scene for a long time. He clapped his hands, looked at Feng Yun and others and said, "Everyone come to help. Let's rest early after eating. We will continue our journey tomorrow."
After drinking the spiritual tea in the cup, Li Xiuyuan put away the tea set in front of him, quietly moved away from the place, and then went to the stream to clean it and put it away.
Listening to the four men and three women chatting without a word, Li Xiuyuan ate a piece of barbecue and drank two bowls of soup, then went to find a clean place under a tree on the hillside.
Looking up at the waxing moon, I was thinking about what Murong Zhilan said. I couldn't help but mutter to myself: "Bandit? I think he must be a killer..."
Although there were seven monks with good cultivation levels in Wuji Holy Land, Li Xiuyuan still took out two array disks and set up a magic circle around him.
Since the other party didn't want to talk to him, and he wasn't a person who liked to get together, he thought that after meeting his junior sister in Baixue City, he would go to the depths of the snow-capped mountains alone.
You bear the risk alone, and you don’t have to share the opportunities you encounter with others.
Murong Zhilan, who was still sitting by the fire, was silent for a moment, then looked at the woman in the white dress and said, "That guy makes really good spiritual tea. Senior sister, please don't scare him."
"He is just a mortal. No matter how good the tea he makes is nothing more than this. But what does this have to do with me?"
After all, she is a talented disciple of the Wuji Holy Land. Although her strength level is still a bit weak now, she will be able to break through it again in a short time.
No matter how good the young man in front of her is at making tea, in her eyes he is still just a mortal.
Between immortals and mortals, she was destined to embark on the path of cultivating immortals one day. How could she care about the mortals passing by?
Murong Zhilan glanced at Li Xiuyuan on the hillside, leaned into her ear and said, "Senior sister, you are not lucky. I also drank Loulan City's spiritual tea in Wesui Garden, but it was not as good as that guy... ..."
"Is drinking tea more important or practicing cultivation?" the woman in the white dress stared at her and asked.
"Oh, Master, didn't he say that drinking tea, eating and practicing are the same thing?" Murong Zhilan frowned, looking at the disdainful look in the senior sister's eyes, she finally couldn't help but say something.
Looking at the sparks flashing in front of her eyes, after a moment of silence, the woman in the white dress said, "That's the master, not you."
Murong Zhilan was stunned, curled her lips and said, "Senior Sister, you are so boring."
The woman in the white dress focused her eyes on her face and said calmly: "Think about it carefully, we are just afraid that we will run into trouble this time. After all, there are ancient ruins there."
Murong Zhilan replied honestly: "I don't know, I just follow senior sister."
Although she clamored to follow, she was not interested in the ancient ruins in the snowy mountains.
For her, the happiest thing is to be able to travel with the sect. When encountering danger, senior sisters and brothers will deal with it.
The woman in the white dress raised her eyebrows slightly, suppressing her curse and said, "I can protect you for the rest of my life, but what will happen when you grow up and get married?"
Murong Zhilan shook her head and said with a smile: "Senior sister is not shy either, why did you suddenly say this?"
Then she pointed to Li Xiuyuan on the hillside and said, "Look at him, so what if he's just a mortal? He's not out to make a living in the world."
The woman in the white dress sighed, frowned and said, "Remember... let that guy leave when you get to Snow White City."
Murong Zhilan pinched her pigtail angrily and said, "Sister, you are unreasonable."
The woman in the white dress said angrily: "Why are you being unreasonable? Wait until you can beat me, and then you can reason with me!"
Murong Zhilan was startled, thinking to herself that she didn't know when or what month I would be able to be as powerful as you, and you don't have to act like a senior sister in front of me all day long.
This is not how you treat me in front of the master.
...
There is wind on the mountain, and there is a young man under the tree. The young man has fallen asleep.
With the faint fragrance of grass and flowers on his pillow, Li Xiuyuan had a dream, but this time he did not dream of his master, the old Taoist priest.
Instead, he dreamed of the old monk he met on the Shura battlefield.
Li Xiuyuan in the dream was stunned, looked at the old monk and asked: "Senior, have you ever seen my master? Where has he gone now?"
The old monk was startled, looked at him and smiled: "He is him, I am me...I am not his shadow."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment, put his hands together in a salute, and then asked: "Senior, you gave me the jade plate that records the laws of time, but you didn't give me the method to practice it. How can I understand this?"
The old monk thought for a while, reached out and pointed at his forehead, and said quietly: "Didn't you let time stop for a moment when you were competing with others in Tianyun Mountain?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at him and asked: "Is that moment of pause caused by the descendants?"
The old monk smiled and said: "We are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, how can I affect your space and time?"
Sighing quietly, Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Then, what is time and what is space?"
The old man held the flower and smiled, looked at him and said: "The law of heaven is to reach the second cosmic space, which requires your cultivation to reach the realm of gods. The law of space is to reach the second cosmic space, which requires you to transcend the realm of gods and humans."
"The realm of time is to reach the third universe, and you need to become mortal before you can realize it. If I say this, do you understand?"
The old monk looked at him and said with a smile, the look in his eyes was the same as that of the old Taoist priest, full of kindness.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, expressing that he didn't quite understand.
The old monk shook his head and said softly: "Let me tell you a story..."
It is said that one day the Buddha's disciple Ananda went to the city to beg for alms. He walked for a long time without being able to eat. The bright sunshine made him tired and he wanted to ask for a drink of water.
At this time, Ananda happened to meet a girl fetching water, so Ananda went up to the girl to ask for water.
The girl was frightened and quickly said that she was of low status and was not worthy of offering a bowl of water to a monk like Ananda.
Ananda, who was extremely thirsty, said that he was just a Buddhist disciple and that all living beings were equal, and asked the girl to bring him a bowl of water.
The anxious girl gave him a bowl of water, and Ananda finally felt relieved. It's just that when he was carrying the water, he accidentally touched the girl's hand.
Then Venerable Ananda moved his ordinary mind and came back to report to the Buddha.
Ananda said to the Buddha: "World Honored One, I have fallen in love with a woman."
Buddha asked him: "How much do you like that woman?"
Ananda fell on the ground and replied quietly: "I am willing to transform into a stone bridge and be exposed to the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years, just for her to pass by on the bridge... .”
The Buddha sighed and said leisurely: "As soon as I look back, I will be in love for a lifetime... Even if you transform into a stone bridge, even if that woman walks across the bridge, everything has passed."
"Even if you turn into a stone bridge and stand by the wind and rain. But can you understand that you are willing to suffer the suffering of fate and the suffering of love?"
“Have I experienced this story before?”
Li Xiuyuan interrupted the old monk's story and said in a daze: "It's just that I forgot whether it was my three lives or the three lives of my nephew Wu Xin..."
In the Prajna Temple on Fangcun Mountain, Wu Xin sat in the lotus pond for several days and couldn't find his way... Li Xiuyuan entered reincarnation to find an answer for Wu Xin, but he almost lost himself.
"So what if five hundred years have passed? Didn't Xiaobai leave the girl in the end? So what if he transformed into a stone bridge and waited for a thousand years, and finally stayed together?"
In this moment, Li Xiuyuan thought of Wu Xin's three lives with the woman in white from the Shura Heaven.
What if we met in this life, got married and gave birth to Nangong Ruyu?
Isn't it the same in the end, the sky and the earth, the sky is far apart... so that the soulless soul has no intention to enter the Prajna Temple again?
If it hadn't been for my hard persuasion to use Nangong Ruyu to influence that stone, I'm afraid that guy would still be in Prajna Temple with a green lantern accompanying the ancient Buddha.
"Time is like a long river, crossing others is like crossing oneself...have compassion in your heart, and be like a rock...Senior, the law of time is really difficult. It seems that the cultivation of this junior is far from enough to understand... ....”
Once upon a time, Li Xiuyuan almost compared himself to Wu Xin, and almost fell into a demonic disease.
"Whose reincarnation? Whose three lives and three lives?" Li Xiuyuan sighed, thinking that he had been soaked in the wind and rain for a hundred years on the Wangchuan Bridge, but he still couldn't see through the love affair.
The old monk stretched out his hand and knocked him gently on the head, and shouted: "That's because you haven't entered the world yet. Only after you have experienced love can you see through it..."
"I stood on the bridge for a hundred years!" Li Xiudi murmured.
"A hundred years, a hundred years is just the blink of an eye, what can you realize?" The old monk looked at him and said with a smile: "Didn't the old Taoist priest tell you these truths?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and smiled bitterly: "A hundred years is very hard."
The old monk sighed and murmured: "Idiot, think of the Wangchuan Bridge as a boat that can help you cross the river.
But after crossing the river, do you still have to carry it on your head? "
Hearing this, Li Xiuyuan was like a wake-up call. He thought about it and looked at the old monk and said with a smile: "Time has no end, a moment becomes eternity."
Upon hearing this, the old monk praised: "For others, it may take thousands of years to realize their enlightenment, but for you, it is like eating and drinking water. I am waiting for the moment when you realize your enlightenment."
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