Cuihua poured the monk a cup of herbal tea, stretched out her blood-stained hand, and the monk Ruoli drank two cups.
The three of them fell silent for a moment, and then waited for Erwa to boil water.
Both Li Xiuyuan and Cuihua could see that the seriously injured monk had to clean his body first and then carefully bandage the wound.
Li Xiuyuan didn't have any elixir on him, but the monk took out two golden elixirs and stuffed them into his mouth silently.
Then he looked at the two of them with sad smiles on their faces: "Unexpectedly, the monk by the Tongtian River owes you another life."
Li Xiuyuan sighed, then poured the hot tea handed over by Erwa to the three of them, and took a sip from the cup.
He replied calmly: "Monk, you disturbed my peace."
Monk Ruoli was puzzled, looked at him and asked, "You have never become a monk, so why do you want peace and quiet?"
"I came to Tongtian River early because I didn't want to meet an acquaintance like you on the road. I wanted to go to the Snowy Mountains alone and quietly."
Li Xiuyuan pointed at Cuihua and said, "If you don't believe me, ask the landlady, I just want to cross the river quietly."
Upon hearing this, Cuihua looked at Monk Ruoli nervously and asked: "Monk, are you okay?... This little brother was waiting to cross the river. Many people came here in the past few days, but they all turned around and went back. ....."
Monk Ruoli was stunned and asked: "What's the use of just crossing the river? Your iron plate has been snatched away..."
Cuihua naturally didn't understand the meaning of what the two said. She just opened her eyes and stared at Li Xiuyuan's gentle face. Thinking of the cold and terrifying look of the young man holding a bow and arrow, she suddenly had an illusion.
Can such a kind and gentle boy kill someone? After killing someone, he could still be calm and composed without any trace of panic.
I couldn't help but ask: "Little brother, can you tell me that when I saw you standing on the sandy slope earlier, from such a distance, you were sure that you could save the monk's life?"
"Would you believe me if I said I wasn't sure?" Li Xiuyuan replied with a smile.
Cuihua shook her head and said: "Of course I don't believe it. A monk who is so powerful can't beat those two guys... I didn't expect that you are so strong that you can shoot from a long distance..."
Li Xiuyuan did not expect that she would think of so many things because of whether the monk would die under the sword of two people.
After being slightly startled, he replied: "I have lived in Tianshan. If I want to survive, I need to learn some small skills."
"Monk, the water is boiled... There is a place behind there, let me help you..."
At this time, Erwa had already boiled a large bucket of hot water. Monk Ruoli was covered in blood, making the three of them uncomfortable.
Monk Ruoli looked at the two of them with a bitter smile and said, "I'm going to wash up, and then I'll continue drinking."
Wan Shang pointed to the remaining half of the jug of wine on the table and said with a smile: "It's a long night, and it's just the right time to have wine and meat."
Li Xiuyuan waved to the two of them, looked at Cuihua and continued: "With a small number of enemies, if you can't defeat them, the best way is to run farther away."
Cuihua looked at him curiously and asked: "Then what? Can you run away? Today's monk did not run away either..."
With her watery eyes open, Cuihua, a village girl, was just out of pure curiosity.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said quietly: "Run farther away, just to keep the distance so that I can shoot them to death with iron arrows."
Cuihua's eyes showed surprise, and she said in a daze: "You are really amazing."
After saying that, he got up and went to add firewood to the stove, cut a large pot of mutton and threw it into the pot. After a while, the whole shed was filled with a strong aroma of meat, and the blood that Monk Ruoli brought in was instantly blown out. .
He grabbed a handful of spices and sprinkled them into the pot. He stirred and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that our husband and wife made a fortune by following the little brother."
"That's your fate with the monk. There's no need to thank me. I'm just a passerby waiting to cross the river." Li Xiuyuan replied.
"After you cross the river tomorrow, Erwa and I will go home to have a good rest for a few days. After planting the spiritual rice in the ground, we will come back to do business by the river."
As the monk said, the money earned today is enough for their family to work hard for several years.
The honest Cuihua and Erwa don't have so many ideas. If they have money, they have to go home and live a good life, so as not to wait agonizingly by the Tongtian River every day.
Li Xiuyuan did not expect that the couple only had such a request, and thought that he had formed a good relationship with the couple because of the monk.
He smiled and said, "Personally, I don't think there are good people and bad people by the Tongtian River, there are only dead people and living people."
After pausing for a moment, he thought about all the experiences in the Shura Heaven Realm. The smile on his face gradually faded, and he said softly: "You have been staying by the river for a long time. I think you two are used to life and death."
Cuihua looked at him and nodded, sighing and saying: "This is also the reason why we dare not wear bright clothes. Only by living a low profile can we not be missed by passers-by."
"Living is not easy." Li Xiuyuan replied: "If anyone asks you and your wife about me and the monk in the future, remember not to say that you know us even to death."
After thinking for a while, he added: "No matter how many benefits he gives you, you can't admit it even if you kill him."
"Yes, I remember!" Cuihua asked with a slightly red face, "Are you afraid that someone will seek revenge and spread their anger on us?"
"Peace is blessing. Believe me, you are doing the business of all the people crossing the river. You don't need acquaintances."
Li Xiuyuan looked at Monk Ruoli who had put on a clean monk's robe after washing up, and then said to Cuihua: "Whether it is good or bad has nothing to do with you, you just need to do your job and live your life."
When Cuihua listened to the young man in front of her who was no longer thirteen years old, she felt like an old man in the village was teaching her how to be a good person.
Thinking about it, the couple has been doing this all these years by the river.
I have seen many guests coming and going, but they only chatted with the monk a few times and were considered friends.
Tonight, after watching the monk's life and death, and listening to the young man's heartfelt words, I suddenly felt that the riverside of Tongtian River was also in danger.
For a moment, I couldn't help but asked nervously: "Then do my husband and I still want to stay here?"
Li Xiuyuan frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled lightly and said: "As long as you remember my words, you will be able to live in peace here. At worst, stay away when you encounter trouble."
"That's right. After the monk crosses the river, he will never recognize you and your wife again."
After bandaging the wound and taking a hot bath, Monk Ruoli felt much better. With Erwa's help, he sat down at the table and laughed while looking at the three of them.
"In the days to come, no matter who comes to inquire about the two of us, if you don't know a word, don't be greedy for a small amount of money."
After experiencing life and death, monk Ruoli understood the meaning of Li Xiuyuan's words.
For people like Cuihua and Erwa who have no cultivation, the best way is not to know anyone and not to offend anyone.
Cuihua sighed, knowing that these rivers and lakes are rivers and lakes, and the Tongtian River is the Tongtian River.
He got up and filled a large basin with the cooked mutton, placed it on the table, held the wine jar and filled the glasses of the four of them.
Erwa asked worriedly: "Monk, you are injured, can you drink?"
Ruoli pointed at Li Xiuyuan who was sitting across from him and said with a smile: "I can't die as long as he is here... There is wine and meat. It will be extremely uncomfortable if I don't finish the jar of wine."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and smiled: "As far as you are concerned, I am just a passerby."
"Tell me the story of those two people. In this long night, idleness is idleness."
Thinking of the two dead people, Li Xiuyuan sighed silently, thinking about what position he was in.
Before I knew it, the moon was at its peak, and the cold river wind blew into the shed, but it was no match for the steaming pot of mutton and the vat of strong wine made from bamboo leaves.
Monk Ruoli wanted to stretch his waist, but unexpectedly the wound on his chest was pulled, causing him to grin and scream.
"Are you talking about those two guys tonight? In fact, they should be four people... They have a scary name, called the Four Tigers of Huangsha. They have been entrenched in Huangsha Town not far east of Loulan for these years... ....”
After a while of hard work, Li Xiuyuan finally realized that the Four Huangsha Tigers were the tyrants of Huangsha Town, bullying men and women and committing all kinds of evil.
As a monk, the monk saw injustice on the road the year before last. When the three and four tigers of Huangsha harmed a young lady from a merchant family, he killed two of them in a rage.
It happened that Dahu and Erhu went to Phoenix City that day, otherwise the monk would have killed the remaining two tigers as well.
Later, after Dahu and Erhu received the news, they quietly left Huangsha Town. At that time, they knew that they could not defeat the monk with profound cultivation.
It wasn't until he got close enough to find out that the monk was seriously injured in Tianyun Mountain that he fought all the way back, hoping to avenge his sword attack back then.
Monk Ruoli, who lost his right arm, was naturally no match for the two of them, so he had no choice but to come to the Snowfield Holy Land, hoping to wait until his arm recovered before he could return to the world.
Unexpectedly, he was intercepted by two people by the Tongtian River and almost died.
Against all odds, he never expected to meet Li Xiuyuan who was waiting to cross the river. The young man who cut off one of his arms actually saved his life by the Tongtian River.
After drinking up the spiritual wine in the cup, Monk Ruoli sighed again, thinking how could the grudges and hatreds in this world be clearly explained?
Yesterday's enemy, today's friend, what about the future?
Looking at Li Xiuyuan who remained calm, Monk Ruoli sighed and said with a smile: "Do you think we will still be friends in the future?"
Seeing the two of them talking about their past grievances, Cuihua, who drank a few glasses of wine, was too drunk and was helped by Erwa to rest in a shed nearby.
"You guys talk slowly, I have to take a rest... I think business will be very good tomorrow."
When Erwa thought that the river would be opened tomorrow and the ferry would come and go, the couple would have to be busy again, so she stopped drinking and chatting with them.
Monk Ruoli waved his hand and said, "Go and have a rest, and ignore us."
Li Xiuyuan picked up a piece of spiced mutton and took a bite. He sighed as he said it was delicious.
He looked at him and said, "If you only maintain compassion in the future, then the evil monk will have died in Tianyun Mountain."
After carefully eating two pieces of mutton and taking a sip of wine, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly.
He murmured to himself: "And my past has died under the high platform of Tianyun Mountain. Now I am Shura in Loulan City..."
Quietly, Li Xiuyuan explained his current identity to Monk Ruoli.
Looking at the Tongtian River going westward in silence, he said: "On the way, I am afraid that I will encounter the Ximen brothers and sisters from the Wuji Holy Land, Tianyun Mountain, and the monks from the Tianlong Holy Land. Don't mistake me and my identity."
Upon hearing this, Monk Ruoli nodded, and then asked: "When I return to Yinchuan City, do you want me to go to Elder Ouyang and ask you for an iron plaque to enter the ruins?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied calmly: "No, no matter it is the Snowfield Holy Land or Tianyun Mountain, I don't want to be involved in any kind of cause and effect. Good or bad is not what I want."
When Monk Ruoli heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and said: "Compared with you, all my years of practicing Buddhism have been in vain."
After eating a piece of meat and drinking two glasses of wine, Monk Ruoli slapped his thigh and seemed to have made a lot of determination. He looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Forget it, let Monk Ruoli die in Yunshan that day."
"How do you say this?" Li Xiuyuan took a sip of wine, looked at him and laughed.
"From today onwards, I will be the one who frees you and saves lives once, how about Monk Buli?" Monk Ruoli stretched out his only left hand, touched his bald head and said with a smile.
With an oil lamp in front of the table, Li Xiuyuan looked at Monk Ruoli, who was pale due to serious injuries, but still compassionate, with a trace of illusion in his eyes.
He murmured, "If you keep aloof from the Dharma, you will never reach the other shore. I didn't expect that you would have an epiphany tonight, but you would realize that if you don't give up and devote yourself to the Buddha, one day... ..”
"How is it?" Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Monk Buli, who had changed his name, looked at him and asked nervously.
"If one day..." Li Xiudi smiled faintly: "You will be the Buddha walking in the world."
After saying this, a faint Buddha's light shone behind the two of them. Monk Buli, who had died once, was stunned, and the boy wearing the mask was also stunned.
Monk Buli pointed to the Tongtian River where Taotao went west, and said with a smile: "It is said that the end of the Tongtian River is the East China Sea. Today, the monk fled all the way in panic, but it reminded me of a sad sentence."
After speaking, he poured a glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and said with a smile: "It's a little sour, please help me think about it... The spring sky is full of panic in the East China Sea..."
"I think this is the portrait of me at the moment, monk, don't you think so?" After saying this, Monk Buli poured another full amount of spiritual wine into the cup.
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but high-five him. After thinking about it, he looked at the new moon in the sky and couldn't help but said, "I don't think so."
"Oh, please speak." At this time, Monk Buli was already 80% drunk, as if he was about to fall drunk at the table the next moment.
Li Xiuyuan pointed to the sky and said: "On a spring day, the blue sky enters the East China Sea with panic, while on a moonlit night, the world of mortals is calm and intoxicated."
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pS: Today’s three chapters were originally meant to be a joke, but unfortunately the host ended them early!
