Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and continued: "If he follows me and my side, he will inevitably fight and kill. How can he get rid of his murderous aura?"
Just the simplest sentence made Yun Tianhong and the old monk frown.
After hearing this, the old monk understood the reason.
If the two of them really return to Loulan, I am afraid that Buli will eventually become a young man's thug, and his murderous aura will only become stronger and stronger.
However, Yun Tianhong couldn't help but sigh. Since Tongtianhe, assassinations happened to the young man one after another.
She was not worried about Li Xiuyuan, but she was worried that Monk Buli would not be able to complete the practice taught by the old monk.
For a moment, the three of them were quiet. In the silence, they could only hear the mountain breeze blowing outside the window.
In her opinion, the most troublesome thing in the world is not how to cultivate to a higher realm.
And after practicing to a certain level, he hides his own level and cultivation level.
Just like the old monk must put away his murderous aura.
To enter the Mortal Realm is to put aside your identity as a great monk and live with a mortal attitude.
Integrating into the world of fireworks, just like how Yun Tianhong first met Li Xiuyuan.
The person sitting in front of me is just a man who is good at making tea and occasionally writes a heart-stirring poem...
Thinking of the poem, Yun Tianhong couldn't help but become interested.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he asked: "That day you copied scriptures in Niujiao Town, take them out and read them."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He didn't expect that Yun Tianhong would suddenly be thinking about his scriptures. Even so, he honestly took out the scroll of scriptures he planned to leave to his sister.
Yun Tianhong saw that he actually had a clean white shirt wrapped in several layers, and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it just a scroll of Buddhist scriptures? Do you need to be so careful?"
However, at the moment, Li Xiuyuan was thinking of his sister.
Looking at the two saints facing him, he could only explain softly: "This is what I left for my sister, so naturally I have to keep it carefully."
When the old monk heard this, he immediately became interested and said with a smile: "But if there is damage, wouldn't it be enough to copy another volume?"
However, he shook his head gently, looked at the two of them and said, "This is the only one. I'm afraid I won't be able to write such a scripture in the future."
Yun Tianhong was stunned for a moment, then he gently opened the title page and looked at the four Luoxia Immortals above and couldn't help but laugh.
"Luoxia Immortal, it's interesting. Where is Luoxia Mountain? I'll go and have a look some other time when I have time..."
Yun Tianhong said softly, and then turned to the second page casually. Unlike the old monk, she did not pay attention to the wonderful meaning between the lines.
But the moment he opened the Buddhist scriptures, he couldn't help but turn his head away, as if to avoid a sword energy coming from the void!
The old monk sitting aside was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Junior sister..."
After coming back to his senses, Yun Tianhong nodded gently and said in a solemn voice: "Senior brother, wait a minute, I'll take a look and tell you later."
After saying that, no matter how surprised the old monk was, he held the Buddhist scripture and read it carefully.
Li Xiuyuan saw that there was no other way, so he had to gently cover the stopper of the wine jar, sit down in a different place, and add two pieces of charcoal to the small stove.
Then he poured the remaining tea in the pot and cleaned it up carefully.
The old monk looked at Li Xiuyuan's every move and was really surprised.
Because he didn't know that the young man in front of him could not only make wine but also perform tea ceremony. Even the Buddhist scriptures he copied fascinated his junior sister so much. It seemed that his decision was not wrong.
It was the right decision to throw Fu Li to the young man in front of him who had no trace of anger in his body.
While Li Xiuyuan was making tea, the old monk observed it, and he was greatly surprised after a closer look.
It has only been a year since his disciples had a fight with a young man on Tianyun Mountain last winter.
The young man sitting in front of him was clearly a mortal from Loulan City.
A mortal who doesn't have a trace of murderous intent and has cultivated himself to the extreme.
How did the young man in front of me do all this?
Is it possible that the young man in front of me who has practiced Buddhism's physical and mental methods will enter the mortal realm earlier than Buli?
Thinking of this, even the old monk was secretly shocked.
What about saints? Saints are mortals first, and then they have the opportunity to enter the realm of saints through penance...
The sound of a pindrop could be heard in the hall for a while, and only the sound of boiling water on the stove was making.
It wasn't until Li Xiuyuan replaced them with new spiritual tea.
A silent Yun Tianhong sighed softly and carefully closed the Buddhist scripture in his hand.
Looking at the young man in front of him, he smiled faintly and said to the old monk: "Brother, try the taste of this tea."
The old monk wanted to say that this tea was the same tea as before.
Just looking at Yun Tianhong's serious expression, he still resisted reaching for the Buddhist scriptures.
He picked up the spiritual tea in front of him and blew gently...
The three of them did not speak, but quietly drank a cup of tea. Yun Tianhong then handed the Buddhist scriptures on the table to the old monk.
He said quietly: "This is indeed a unique Buddhist scripture in heaven and earth."
Then, she ignored the monk who was struck by the Buddhist sword like her, exclaimed, and then dived into the words.
Instead, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Now, can you tell me where Luoxia Mountain is?"
Li Xiuyuan lowered his eyebrows, looked at the spiritual tea in his hand, and replied calmly: "This disciple comes from another planet. Luoxia Mountain should be regarded as my second hometown. I planted a mountain of apricot flowers on the mountain... ..”
"Due to some causes and effects, some people always come to trouble me, so I caused a lot of murders on Luoxia Mountain."
"Later I thought about it, if I didn't kill them, I would become a dead soul under someone else's sword..."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh quietly when he thought of every bit of the Shura Heavenly Realm, as well as the mountains behind the academy and the Luoxia Mountain.
He murmured softly: "The Immortal Luoxia planted apricot trees and used three thousand heads as flower fertilizer... I planted a mountain of apricot trees and saw all the flowers in spring, but I still couldn't eat a single spring flower. apricot."
Upon hearing this, Yun Tianhong couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "What a Luoxia Immortal planting apricot trees and using three thousand heads as flower fertilizer."
"If an army of three thousand really invades our Mei Mountain, I won't mind having three thousand heads to fertilize the cold plum blossoms on this mountain."
Yun Tianhong looked at the old monk who frowned in front of him and then gradually relaxed.
Quietly he asked: "Brother, what do you think of this Buddhist scripture?"
The old monk gently covered the Buddhist scripture in his hand, carefully wrapped it with the clothes on the table, and then handed it to Li Xiuyuan opposite.
He picked up the second cup of spiritual tea in front of him and took a sip.
Said: "This tea is obviously still that tea, it's just that the person who makes the tea has changed, and it has a soul..."
The old monk did not comment on the good or bad of Li Xiuyuan's Buddhist scriptures, because there is no absolute good or bad in the eyes of a saint.
Just like what Li Xiuyuan insists on, there is never a distinction between good and bad in his heart, only whether he is willing or not.
It's just the spiritual tea that the young man cooked that made him full of praise.
He didn't mind giving his compliments to the quiet guy in front of him.
Li Xiuyuan quietly put away the Buddhist scriptures on the table.
He looked at the old monk and said with a smile: "I plan to copy two volumes of this Buddhist scripture in a few days and give them to the holy monk and Buli."
Although the sword spirit is gone between the lines of his words.
But as a Buddhist disciple, Li Xiuyuan still wanted to copy a volume to him.
Upon hearing this, Yun Tianhong smiled and said, "Then you have to copy one more volume, and I want it too."
Looking at the young man making tea with bare hands in front of him, the smile on Yun Tianhong's face grew stronger and stronger.
From the moment she was slashed by that sword energy to the last word, there was no trace of anger left in her words.
If it weren't for the identical handwriting, she would have suspected that this Buddhist scripture was written by two different monks.
At first, it was extremely flamboyant, with sword energy running wildly between the lines, but then gradually there was no trace of anger anymore. Even Yun Tianhong, a saint, wanted to open his mouth and leave this Buddhist scripture behind.
If Li Xiuyuan hadn't first stated that this volume of scripture was a gift to his sister, she would have wanted to keep this unique volume of Buddhist scriptures in heaven and earth, no matter how expensive it was.
But the old monk was happy in his heart. He witnessed the young man's growth from the lines of the Buddhist scriptures.
It is extremely difficult to hide two completely different sword movements between the lines.
Unexpectedly, the young man turned all the sword power into nothingness in the end, and there was no trace of murderous intent in the words, leaving only a clean and pure Buddhist scripture.
This is the realm he wants.
It is also the cultivation practice that he requires to never leave learning.
"The greatest truth is simplicity, enlightenment lies in heaven... It seems that you have already understood this truth, but Fu Li is still in his dream. Think about it for me, how to make him understand this truth."
The old monk thought for a while, looked at Yun Tianhong and said, "Based on this volume of Buddhist scriptures, I have nothing worth teaching you."
Yun Tianhong looked out the window at the flying snow all over the sky, falling on the mountains and on the plum trees.
He reached out and picked a cold plum from a plum branch, put it in front of his lips and smelled it.
Originally, in her opinion, the young man's current state and state of mind were not enough to see all the flowers on the mountain.
Unexpectedly, the young man had already seen all the flowers on the mountain in the other world.
Although his physical cultivation is not as good as his own, in terms of his state of mind, he is almost the same.
His eyes were communicating quietly with the old monk, wondering what kind of master could teach such a peerless disciple.
After thinking for a long time, in her opinion, the only word to describe the young man in front of her was peerless.
"You have to hurry up before the flowers bloom."
Yun Tianhong looked away from the window and said calmly: "Don't wait until the flowers leave the branches before trying to pick them."
Li Xiuyuan followed her gaze and looked out the window, smiling quietly: "It's okay, it's okay."
...
That night, Li Xiuyuan said goodbye to the Second Sage Yun Tianhong early and came to a wooden house prepared by Yun Lan for him.
Yun Lan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man in her eyes, with a complicated and inexplicable expression in her eyes.
After settling the boy, she will return to her house to understand the opportunity to break through.
Tonight is the night for Meishan disciples to break through, and the opportunity to break through comes from the young man in front of him who once killed his senior sister and cut off one of her arms.
Although her and Buli Monk's arms have recovered, mastering the power does not happen overnight.
In less than three to five years, she and Buli's arms may not be able to return to their previous state.
Lying on the bed, listening to the sound of wind and falling snow in the mountains, Li Xiuyuan quietly closed his eyes.
He murmured to himself: "Master, I haven't turned into a mortal yet, so you should let me come to see the saint first."
Looking at the jade disc in the divine sea, Li Xiuyuan didn't know whether three or five jade disc fragments flew into his divine sea this time in the prehistoric world.
Because at that moment, he was falling from the top of the Tianshan Mountain into the deep valley, and was then sucked into the black hole by the sudden lightning.
The several jade disc fragments in the divine sea have been merged into one, silent in the divine sea, allowing him to call out endlessly without any response.
After thinking about it, I felt that I was satisfied with this trip to the ancient times.
Not only did he get the fragment of the jade dish, he saw even a corner of the ancient world, he also got a ten-year-old magic medicine, which was considered as fulfilling the agreement between him and his two masters.
Right now, his attention was focused on the petals of winter plum blossoms all over the fields of Meishan.
In his nose was the faint fragrance of flowers wafting from outside the house, which reminded him of the apricot blossoms in the sky on Luoxia Mountain.
I remember seeing all the flowers on the mountain countless times over the years, but never tasted the spring apricots on the mountain.
This is a regret worth remembering for him.
He pulled up the animal blanket to cover his face and plunged himself into the darkness.
Let the apricot blossoms and plum blossoms all over the sky dance and fall in your mind, and think of yourself as a plum tree standing in the snowy wind.
I am a plum tree. You can bloom as much as you want while the wind and snow fill the sky.
Then thinking about what Monk Buli told him that the owner of Meishan had set up a wooden shed in the mountains and prepared dozens of water tanks, Yun Ziyi went to Yinchuan City to buy back a lot of spiritual rice.
Yu murmured in his dream: "When the spring breeze blows, I will use you to make wine..."
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