"Tell me about it!" After taking a sip of Hanmei Lingcha, Yun Tianhong became interested.
While the two were talking, the fragrance of tea spread throughout the hall. Li Xiuyuan sniffed the faint cold incense, with a proud smile on his face.
Said: "Please have tea!"
"Actually, the monk's arm was also cut off by a junior... The monk was in danger by the Tongtian River, and I happened to be waiting for the ferry by the river, and by chance, I rescued him..."
"Then you took it upon yourself to change his Buddhist name? Aren't you afraid that his master, the old monk, will be angry?!"
After listening to Li Xiuyuan's words, Yun Tianhong felt that the young man in front of him was more interesting and couldn't help but ask.
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he said seriously: "This junior thinks that if he is estranged from the teachings of Buddhism, it will be difficult for him to become a Buddha. If he can let go of his obsession and devote himself to the Buddha wholeheartedly, then there is a chance..."
Yun Tianhong lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "You are so persistent. It seems that the old monk on Xuefeng Mountain owes you a favor."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. He stood up and clasped his hands and replied: "The monk and I have formed a karmic relationship because of Tianyun Mountain. No matter how much we do from now on, it is also appropriate."
Upon hearing this, Yun Tianhong showed a look of compassion on his face.
He said quietly: "Speaking of cause and effect? That monk owed a favor to the Snowfield Holy Land, but he didn't expect that the Ouyang family almost cost him his life on Tianyun Mountain."
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and shook his head, smiling bitterly: "Since Baixue City, the disciples are no longer disciples of Tianyun Mountain."
When he threw the iron card he won from Ouyang Chongming to Ximen Wuhen, he had already completed his separation from Tianyun Mountain.
Yun Kaihong was startled when he heard this, put down the tea cup in his hand, and frowned slightly.
He said calmly: "What happened to make you give up your identity as a disciple of the Holy Land?"
Even though she was deep in the snowy mountains, she knew how difficult it was to become a disciple of the Four Holy Lands.
"This junior died once on the high platform during a competition with the Snowfield Holy Land... Since then, the cause and effect with Tianyun Mountain has been settled... until the disciples of the law enforcement elder chased him all the way. In the snow-white city..."
Taking the newly boiled snow water in the pot, he poured out the second cup of spiritual tea, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and Li Xiuyuan sighed softly.
He smiled and said, "Buddha said that you should not be obsessed with sounds, smells, touches, and Dharma. It turns out it makes sense."
"There is nothing in the first place, but you are attached to it. How about you just treat it as a glass of water?"
Picking up the spiritual tea that Li Xiuyuan added, the saint was filled with emotion and was also moved by the experience of the young man in front of him.
He did not hesitate to use his physical strength to fight against the genius of the Snowfield Holy Land, and even risked his own life to win four matches for Tianyun Mountain. The opportunity he exchanged for his life was not worth a word from the law enforcement elder.
No wonder the young man hates evil as much as he hates it. Could it be that the young man wants to kill the enemy with his sword?
Li Xiuyuan was shocked when he heard this, looked at Yun Tianhong and said with a smile: "As the seniors said, tea is just water when it is tasteless, but the juniors are greedy for this wisp of cold plums in front of them."
Yun Tianhong nodded, looked at the young man in front of him, thought of Xuefeng Mountain not far away, and said with a smile: "Since you have deep Buddha nature, do you want me to introduce you to my inseparable master and accept you as my disciple?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned and quickly replied: "This junior has deep ties to the world and cannot enter Buddhism."
"So you are greedy for the world of mortals... How about you come to my Meishan Mountain? I will promise you purple clothes?"
Yun Tianhong looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked with a smile: "Ziyi slashed you with a sword and poisoned you, but you didn't see you taking action against her. Tell me, why is this?"
Li Xiuyuan felt even more dizzy when he heard the female saint in front of him talking about Yun Ziyi.
Thinking about the experiences along the way, maybe it was only Ouyang Xia Yun of the Snowfield Holy Land who could stand such a little witch.
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "In my eyes, she is just like my sister. Those methods cannot hurt me, so I will naturally not take action against her..."
His mood was a little complicated at the moment. He had finally escaped the pursuit of the killers sent by Loulan City, but in the blink of an eye, he was worried about Meishan's disciples again.
Mysterious in legend
The master of Meishan unexpectedly appeared in front of him.
No matter how powerful his master was, it was the first time since he was born that he faced a saint, and she was a beautiful and dignified female saint.
How would it feel if the husband and parents in Xinghua Valley knew about it.
Yun Tianhong looked at the expression on his face and asked: "In your eyes, Ziyi is just a willful child? But how old are you, how can you regard her as your sister?"
In Yun Tianhong's eyes, Ziyi was at least two years older than the boy in front of him.
Li Xiuyuan raised his head and looked at the female saint who couldn't see her true face clearly. After hesitating for a moment, he replied: "I once had a teacher who told me to see the world with my heart..."
Thinking of his experience in Tianyun Mountain, Li Xiuyuan frowned and said: "This disciple only wants to be a free monk in the future and will not join any Holy Land sect."
With Meng Shentong and Yuzun Nalan Ruoyu as his masters, Li Xiuyuan decided that he would not integrate into any holy land whether now or when he comes to Xuanwu Continent hundreds of years later.
He wants to be a free monk, and even the saint of Xuanwu Continent cannot stop him.
Even if the female saint in front of him wants to accept him as a disciple, he will not join Meishan, nor will he join Xuefeng Mountain where Monk Buli is.
He has his own persistence.
"See the world with your heart? It's interesting. Think about the thousands of monks in the world. Who doesn't want to develop a pair of piercing eyes? If the eyes are good, who would want to see the world with your heart?"
Yun Tianhong pondered for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, raised his arm and gently brushed it with his fingertips, and saw a breeze blowing by, and several petals were floating in the wind from outside the hall.
In an instant, he reached out and pinched one of the petals, and then a smile appeared on his face.
Opening her eyes, she looked at the boy in front of her and asked, "Have you ever been blind?"
"Yes, and only in this way can the younger generation understand what it means to see the world with heart..."
At this moment, in front of the female saint, he was reminded of the old Wuxin who left him long ago, the teacher who gave him the fairy stone and taught him to see the world with his heart.
The past was like smoke and wind, but it left countless deep marks in the deepest part of his heart.
Yun Tianhong frowned.
After some careful analysis before, it was clear that the boy in front of him was a thirteen-year-old boy, but the words that came out of the boy's mouth were not the character of a thirteen-year-old boy.
No matter how smart she is, she can understand all the past events on the Xuanwu Continent, but she doesn't know that the young man in front of her comes from another civilized planet.
What left her speechless the most was that the young man in front of her actually rejected her kindness. He neither wanted to go to Xuefeng Mountain nor to be a disciple of Meishan.
This was what made her feel incredible.
Ask the world, which monk doesn’t want to meet a saint one day? Not to mention the opportunity to become a disciple of a saint.
After thinking about it, Yun Tianhong asked: "Now that your chance has been lost, do you need me to come forward and speak to the Snowfield Holy Land on your behalf?"
After listening to Li Xiuyuan's words and seeing the young man lose all his opportunities, he couldn't help but feel pity for him.
"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I will solve it myself."
At present, Li Xiuyuan finally jumped out of many causes and effects, and he didn't want to get into another inexplicable cause and effect.
Seeing the karma that Monk Buli owed made him feel more and more terrible about karma, not to mention the village girl on the Tongtian River who died under his own sword because of the karma of the Loulan Wang family.
After a moment of silence, Yun Tianhong smiled and said, "So, have you decided to go to the ruins deep in the snow-capped mountains this spring?"
Li Xiuyuan laughed, rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile, "Since I'm here, I have to go take a look."
"Senior, may I ask if there are any disciples from Meishan to participate in this expedition?" What Li Xiuyuan is most worried about now is whether that guy Yun Ziyi will go with him.
With that little witch following him, he probably wouldn't be able to live in peace no matter what this time.
"Meishan's disciples are not originally
There are many, and there is no need for those opportunities. Yun Tianhong looked at Li Xiuyuan and smiled: "Just like you don't want to accept my cause and effect, I don't want to have anything to do with the world." "
"It turns out that cause and effect is so terrible..." Li Xiuyuan looked at her and said softly: "If you are not careful, you will lose your life..."
Yun Zaihong looked at him quietly, thinking about things that happened many years ago, and said softly: "It's a pity that I can't convince you to stay in Meishan, otherwise it will be really interesting in the future..."
After speaking, he pointed to a tea set on the table and took out a small box of Han Mei Ling tea and placed it on the table.
He smiled and said: "I like the tea you made very much, so I will give these items to you. I hope we will have a moment to see each other again."
After saying that, without waiting for Li Xiuyuan to ask again, he waved his hand and rolled up a golden light...
...
After sleeping in spring, Li Xiuyuan woke up early in the morning while lying under the eaves.
After a night of dreaming, not only did I complain to my master, but I also met the mysterious female saint in the legend.
Rubbing his eyes, he had an unreal feeling.
Smelling the faint fragrance of flowers in the morning breeze, I felt that it still felt like spring along the way.
After washing up, I returned to the living room and sat quietly. I was stunned when I saw the new furniture put in by the innkeeper.
Even startled.
The kettle, red clay stove, teapot and teacups that I had used in my dream last night were quietly placed on the table.
In the entire Xuanwu Continent, only the master, the old monk, can drink the Hanmei Lingcha.
He sat in front of the table in a daze, and after a while he stretched out his hand to light the small stove on the table, muttering to himself: "I didn't expect that there really is a saint in this world, and he really gave me spiritual tea..."
This was a treasure that could be compared to a miracle medicine. He had to carefully put it away until he could return to Xinghua Valley to give it to his mother, husband, wife, and others to try.
Looking at the stove that was gradually burning, I couldn't help but sigh. The relationship with Meishan was over, and I no longer had to worry about Meishan's disciples coming to hunt me down again.
And from the mouth of the female saint, we learned that even Meishan was unwilling to accept the favor of Xueyuan Holy Land.
And although he was separated from the Tianyun Holy Land, he was also involved in the cause and effect of Situ Tianxing, the Lord of Loulan City.
While he was thinking hard, Monk Buli came in, looked at him and said, "How are the injuries on your body?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at him and asked seriously: "I seemed to have met the master of Meishan last night. Is it possible that the saint can enter my dream? Or did I go to Meishan in my dream?"
When Buli Yishang heard this, he looked at him blankly and said, "It's impossible, right? Meishan is thousands of miles away..."
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and shook his head. He pointed at the tea sets on the table and said with a smile: "All the tea sets were chopped to pieces by the woman's sword last night and fell to the ground. These are not the ones I used before..."
"Last night I went to a palace in the snowy mountains and used this tea set to make tea for a woman whose face I couldn't see clearly. She said she was the master in purple..."
Li Xiuyuan said in a daze: "I just woke up and these things were placed here."
Monk Buli rubbed the back of his head and said suddenly: "Yes, she is the purple-clothed master Yun Fairy, the mistress of Meishan, and the saint of Xuanwu Continent..."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at him and murmured: "Is it possible that the saint came into my dream..."
Sighing, he took out the spiritual tea and dropped it into the pot. Li Xiuyuan thought that the monk should go back to the mountain today, and he didn't know what year or month it would be to see him again.
Monk Buli looked at him and sighed: "The female saint of Meishan didn't trouble you, right? Well, I'm afraid I'm going to be separated from you today."
After a mess happened, and his junior brother came to pick him up, Monk Buli also wanted to return to his master as soon as possible to heal his arm.
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled: "If she was angry, she wouldn't give me these tea sets."
Monk Buli was stunned and blurted out: "How about you go back to Xuefeng Mountain with me?"
