The environment in Meishan is quiet and pleasant, and the wooden house where Li Xiuyuan is located is not far from the bamboo forest of the female saint.
In the winter morning, the faint morning light shines through the bamboo forest on his window sill.
He had no intention of waking up the visitors from afar, until the young man who woke up naturally from his sleep gently opened his eyes.
Smelling the faint cold fragrance in the wind, I looked up at the snowflakes falling on the windowsill.
Sighing softly, the moment he opened his eyes, he felt like he was back at the Bamboo Peak of Tianyun Mountain.
If it weren't for the cold fragrance of winter plums in the wind, he would have almost regarded this as the early morning at Bamboo Peak. The same mountain of bamboo sea was whimpering softly in the wind and snow.
He drank three glasses of wine yesterday, and he didn't want to go out today.
The old monk has returned to Xuefeng Mountain. Because Jiang Ling'er broke through yesterday, it was rare that she didn't come to harass him.
Yun Tianhong also gave him enough private space and did not send a message to invite him to make tea and enjoy the snow in the hall.
Thinking about what the old monk said, I sat quietly in front of the window for a while, then lit a fire to make tea and rubbed a thick layer of ink with warm water.
Then he took a blank scroll and spread it on the table, then warmed the pot, washed the cup, and poured in the spiritual tea.
Before picking up a pen, it is natural to drink a cup of spiritual tea to clear your mind.
The Buddhist scriptures given to him by the old Taoist priests have been imprinted on his mind, and there is no need for him to recite them deliberately.
The spiritual tea exuded a faint aroma in the mouth. The langhao in his hand was filled with ink on the paper, and he wrote the first verse after coming to Meishan.
When he writes, he is thin, hard and energetic. When he uses the pen, he is delicate and vigorous, and when he uses gold to change the tendons, the neatness and beauty of small regular script are revealed.
This font is also his unique style.
The regular script that Da and his wife practiced at Chunfeng Academy since childhood is famous in Fengyun City for its beauty.
Later, after going to Tianshan Mountain to carve scriptures on the stone wall, he gradually incorporated a trace of his sword intention into it.
It wasn't until he ascended and lost his memory that he learned the Slim Gold Body from an old Taoist priest who was as close as father and son in a Taoist temple on Luoxia Mountain in the Shura Heaven.
Sitting in front of the window, he was a monk quietly copying scriptures, without a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation.
There is no trace of murderous intent in the words he wrote.
Yun Ziyi, who was sitting quietly in the main hall, looked at Yun Lan in front of him and said nagging: "The little thief is so lazy. It's been so long and he still can't get up from the bed."
Yun Lan, who was dressed in a white dress, looked up at Feixue outside the window, with a slightly surprised look on her face.
First, I didn't expect that I would break through because of the young man's arrival.
Secondly, I didn't expect that this seemingly quiet guy would like to stay in bed as much as women.
Looking at his two disciples making tea, dazed and complaining by the window, Yun Tianhong sighed slightly, thinking that he was more than just the two of you disciples.
There are dozens of people in the mountains, how could they be as naughty as you two?
When she got up early in the morning, she once sat quietly in her wooden house and silently watched the boy's every move.
Watching the young man wake up and lie down in bed, he sat quietly in front of the window, made tea and copied scriptures, turning himself into a quiet mortal.
Compared with Yun Ziyi, they are completely two worlds, with two completely different personalities.
No wonder the senior brother wants to leave Fu Li to the young man to bring him into the mortal world. No wonder the senior brother puts his hope of turning his disciple into the mortal world on the young man.
As a saint, she even felt guilty and panicked.
The disciples taught by two senior fellow apprentices, in the end, have to rely on others to light a bright light for them.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile... It seemed that after the wine was brewed in the spring, she would have to let the young man explain the principles of Buddhism to her disciples.
Who says mortals can't cultivate immortality? Mortals can't enter the Tao?
There is a sequence of hearing the Tao, and she hoped that her disciples could hear the Tao in the young man.
After taking a sip of the spiritual tea, Yun Tianhong cleared his throat, looked at the two women and said, "Don't disturb his practice."
Upon hearing this, Yun Lan glanced at her nervously and asked, "Master, is there something you want to ask your disciples to do?"
Yun Ziyi was startled and asked quickly: "Master, are you angry? I didn't say anything bad about the little thief, either?"
Yun Tianhong let out a soft ooh and said, "I just asked you two to ignore him. Just take care of yourselves."
Although Yun Lan has lived in Meishan for a long time and is not familiar with worldly affairs, she is an ice-smart girl who has more thoughts than her junior sister Yun Ziyi.
Looking at the master's appearance at this time, he vaguely guessed something about the boy.
So his thin eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then he looked at his master calmly and remained silent.
Yun Ziyi was puzzled and continued to ask: "Why can't I tell him to get up? What time is it now?"
Yun Tianhong shook his head and said slowly: "Is it possible that I want to tell you that Li Xiuyuan has been sitting quietly in front of the window copying scriptures for a long time?"
"Copying scriptures? He is not a Buddhist disciple from Xuefeng Mountain. What scriptures are he copying?"
When her master said this, Yun Ziyi was even more confused.
"In short, whether he is picking flowers or copying scriptures, you should leave him alone."
Yun Tianhong said quietly: "The scriptures he is copying are not only for my master, but also for your uncle..."
Yun Ziyi immediately closed her mouth when she heard her master talking about the old monk in Xuefeng Mountain.
She has been with Yun Tianhong since she was a child. She has long regarded her master as her mother. She doesn't know how to write the word "fear".
Just talking about the old monk from Xuefeng Mountain makes her heart beat wildly with fear.
Yun Tianhong looked at the two of them and sighed, and said quietly: "Your senior uncle said that Li Xiuyuan's cultivation in Buddhist transformation is higher than that of your senior brother Buli."
Putting the tea cup in his hand on the table, Yun Tianhong continued: "When the spiritual wine is brewed in the spring, I will have him teach you the principles of Buddhism."
"Let the little thief teach us the Dharma?" Upon hearing this, Yun Ziyi was stunned and speechless.
...
"Want me to teach them Dharma?"
After copying Buddhist scriptures for an hour, Li Xiuyuan placed the wolf hair in his hand next to the inkstone, then thought about what Master Meishan said, and smiled slightly.
Although I have been practicing Buddhism since I was young, it is only for personal practice.
Even in front of his wife Li Hongxiu and others, as well as his younger sister and Mu Mu, they rarely mentioned it.
He always believed that spiritual practice was a very personal matter, and there was no need to explain his principles to his relatives and friends one by one, unless he occasionally discussed it with himself like Brother Minghui.
Otherwise, even if he taught me how to practice since he was a child, he would rarely ask him for advice on Buddhism.
Because my husband does not practice Buddhism.
Since practicing Buddhism with the old monk Kuchan in the Great Buddha Temple, he rarely mentioned it in front of others.
Just because the old monk told him: "Words are decisive, and they often mislead others into going astray because they cannot explain clearly in one sentence."
This is also the same principle that the holy monk of Xuefeng Mountain said that the great road is simple, and the enlightened person is born.
It was not until he faced the saint that he explained Buddhism to a group of monks in the Thousand Buddha Temple in the imperial city of the Silver Moon Kingdom in the Asura Heaven Realm on the bright moon. It was a somewhat ridiculous thing.
At that time, he had not yet met his master, the old Taoist priest.
Therefore, the principles of Buddhism were all concluded by him, the old monk Kuchan, and his senior brother Minghui from Fangcunshan during their daily practice.
It is still far from the way of heaven, from the principles of saints, from the great road... very far.
Under such circumstances, how could he dare to speak Dharma for the disciples of the saint?
Under a wry smile, he couldn't help but murmur to himself: "The so-called true transmission of one sentence, false transmission of thousands of books, senior, are you making things difficult for the younger generation?"
"Really? I don't have a clear understanding of Buddhism... Since senior brother said you can do it, then in my eyes, you can preach the Dharma for Ziyi and the others."
Looking at the two dazed girls in front of him, Yun Tianhong said with a smile.
Yun Ziyi has been watching her master's reaction nervously. Seeing the smile on Yun Tianhong's face, he immediately asked: "Master, are you talking to the little thief?"
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly in front of the window, reached out to pick up the boiling water from the stove and poured it into the purple clay pot.
While saying: "Senior, you think too highly of me, I am just a mortal."
Yun Tianhong in the main hall looked up at Hanmei outside the window and said, "It's just right. I'm just looking for a mortal to teach Ziyi and the others about the principles of the world."
Li Xiuyuan in the wooden house suddenly felt embarrassed and murmured: "I am still on the road to enlightenment, how can I preach to others?"
Yun Tianhong in the main hall became interested, looked into the void and murmured: "I read the Buddhist scriptures you copied yesterday, and there is a sentence in it that says: preaching Dharma to others, and this merit is better than the previous merit... .”
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting in the wooden house, was stunned and speechless for a moment.
It took a while before he came back to his senses. Opposite him was the female saint of Meishan. A saint only needs to take a glance at Buddhism to remember it in his heart, and then understand it clearly and practice it.
How can I compete with the saints or compete with the sun and the moon?
The young man sitting quietly in front of the wooden house window made no sound anymore.
Yun Tianhong smiled lightly and said: "Don't just copy scriptures. You have to pick your own Hanmei Lingcha yourself..."
Li Xiuyuan nodded gently and said with a smile: "After this junior goes to wash his hands, he will pick tea."
After speaking, he picked up the spiritual tea on the table and drank it in one gulp. He stood up and pushed the door open without hesitation.
Facing the wind and snow at the end of winter, go pick those cold plums you need in spring.
Yun Tianhong, who was sitting quietly in the main hall, was silent for a moment, then looked at Yun Ziyi and the two girls and said, "This young man is really good. Zi Yi is not allowed to poison anyone in the future..."
Although Yun Tianhong knew that the poison administered by his disciple could not harm the young man in front of him.
But he didn't want his precious disciple to eventually become enemies with the young man in front of him.
Yun Ziyi pinched the silk scarf in her hand and blinked her long eyelashes slightly. Listening to the master's words, she remembered the experience of poisoning the young boy with arrows on the road that day.
I couldn't help shouting in a low voice: "The little thief has a very thick skin, poison can't kill him."
Yun Lan, who was sitting aside, was slightly startled. This was the first time she heard her master talk about this.
And judging from the junior sister's tone, it was clear that she had done this more than once.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but whisper: "No wonder he was so scared that he hid in the room. It turned out to be because he was afraid of being poisoned by you, junior sister."
Yun Tianhong was silent for a moment, looked at the two of them and said seriously: "He promised me that he would copy scriptures for me. What about you? If you don't learn how to make wine from him after spring... hmph."
The two women were startled and said together: "Master, don't worry."
...
A beginner can play the piano or pick flowers.
When copying Buddhist scriptures, Li Xiuyuan's hands and mind were very clean, as pure as the snowflakes falling all over the sky.
When he lifts the sword to kill, he transforms into a god and demon, and the sword can move mountains and fill seas.
However, when he walked quietly in the wind and snow, he quietly picked the winter plums for two hours.
Even Yun Tianhong, who was sitting quietly in the main hall, was a little surprised.
Even she herself rarely stayed quietly in the wind and snow for two hours, just to pick the plum blossoms that were about to bloom.
Several disciples were also impatient. When picking flowers, they either waited until the snow stopped, or held up an umbrella, for fear of dyeing their hair and skirts white.
If you think about it carefully, could your disciples be imitating him?
Even when she was picking flowers in the mountains, she would probably be holding an oil-paper umbrella, fearing that she would be covered in snow.
How does he look like the young man now, carrying a bamboo basket and stepping on the wind and snow all over the mountain.
It has long been difficult to tell which is the boy and which is Fengxue.
Looking at the disciples in front of him, Yun Tianhong couldn't help but sigh: "If you think about it carefully, it's because I didn't teach you well."
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