Bathed in the fragrance of flowers that filled the mountains and plains, Li Xiuyuan stood under the tree and sighed softly.
He smiled leisurely: "Senior, you have come here in a big circle, accepted my precious disciple, and taught her to understand the way of the stars. Are you tired?"
Looking back at the old monk sitting in front of the stone table boiling water and making tea, Li Xiuyuan sighed.
Asked: "Where is my unreliable master? Why didn't he come with you to have a look?"
The old monk shook his head and said with a smile: "I was afraid that you couldn't take care of so many children, so I came to share one for you. How could he have such leisure?"
Li Xiuyuan nodded, walked to the table and sat down. He thought for a while and said, "Senior, you came at the right time. In a few days, I plan to use this mountain of apricot flowers to brew a few tanks of spiritual wine."
The old monk looked up and down, then laughed: "So you have my idea?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at the clouds on the Tianshan Mountains and murmured to himself: "Look at me with a body like this, how many tanks of spiritual wine can I brew?"
Just like when he left Tag Snow Mountain and went to the primitive world, Li Xiuyuan felt that his vitality was gradually passing away.
Perhaps, his time here is running out.
He wanted to use the remaining power to forge that mortal sword. This was the last sword he forged under the starry sky of the Five Realms.
If you want to drink my spiritual wine, you have to help.
Even if the old Taoist master came, Li Xiuyuan was also powerless at the moment.
Unexpectedly, the old monk was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at the direction in which the group of people disappeared and said quietly: "Guess, can they catch up with the big battle when they go down to Tianshan Mountain?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said calmly: "My husband and I have already fought twice for the five regions, and this third one is their turn."
The old monk was startled when he heard this and thought, isn't this your temper?
In the old monk's heart, Li Xiuyuan was a man who was upright and fearless.
After thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask: "What if they are defeated? Are you willing to watch them perish?"
"Whose country? Whose rise and fall?"
Li Xiuyuan picked up the kettle and poured boiling water into the purple sand to clean the teapot. He beckoned and picked a few apricot flowers and dropped them into the pot, and put in a pinch of spring tea.
As the aroma of the tea gradually began to rise, he picked up a cup of hot tea and said, "I have done so many things for them. If I can't beat them anymore, it means that it's time for a different era in these five domains."
The old monk nodded and said quietly: "You built a large formation in southern Xinjiang and spent ten years polishing seven spiritual swords in Tianshan. It's time to put it down."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said, "I can't stay with them my whole life, right?"
The old monk laughed when he heard this, thought for a while and said, "It's still early for wine making, so I'll tell you a story."
Li Xiuyuan did not expect that the old monk was willing to tell him stories, so he immediately smiled and said: "I would like to hear the Tao."
The old monk picked up the tea cup and took a sip. For a moment, he felt the fragrance of flowers overflowing, leaving a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth. He couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Then Wei quietly told it.
It is said that a plague was prevalent in the land of China, and sometimes King Atuo's queen also fell ill, and the imperial doctors were helpless for a while.
One night, the queen had a dream. She dreamed that eating the flesh of the Maurya King would heal her.
The king issued an edict on the spot: "Whoever captures the Peacock King for the queen will be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold and the princess will be betrothed to him as his wife."
For a moment, the whole country went crazy, and everyone was running around, just to find traces of the Maurya King.
One of the clever hunters made a trap, and not long after, the Peacock King was caught by the hunter.
The imprisoned Maurya looked at the hunter and said, "If you let me go, I will give you a mountain of treasures, so that you can enjoy glory and wealth throughout your life."
But the hunter only thought about the king's promise and the beautiful princess, so he was not willing to let the Peacock King go.
The Peacock King was finally sent into the palace. Looking at the king in front of him, the Peacock King said quietly: "Your Majesty, give me pure water so that I can cure the queen's illness."
The king agreed to Maurya's request. After casting some spells, the queen drank the divine water of the Maurya King, and her serious illness disappeared.
The Mauryan King cast a spell into the large lake behind the palace, and the sick people drank the water from the lake and were cured of their serious illnesses.
With a wave of his hand, the king released the Maurya King, and the people no longer had any intention of harming the Maurya King.
Before leaving, the Maurya King said to the king: "There are three idiots in the world. One is me, the other is the hunter, and the third is the king."
The king didn't understand its meaning. What did it mean?
The Maurya King replied: "My obsession is with color. Buddhas use color as fire, burning their bodies and endangering their lives. I have a wife to support, but I still covet the birds that the hunter has laid out, so I am trapped in a cage. I am An idiot."
"A hunter is obsessed with profit. If I promise him a mountain full of jewels, he will never be able to enjoy them all in his lifetime. All he sees is the king's bounty and the princess's beauty. This is foolishness."
"The king's madness lies in his reputation. I heal the sufferings of the people in the world. The king is afraid of the bad reputation of repaying kindness and revenge, and is willing to give up the opportunity to become the king of the world. You are also a foolish person."
The king put his hands on his hands and laughed: "What a man who is one of the Three Idiots in the World. In just a few words he can talk about it to everyone in the world."
The Peacock King sighed: "Everyone in the world is like me. They are lustful, greedy for profit, admiring fame, and are obsessed with it and unwilling to let go." After saying this, he did not look back, flapped his wings and flew away.
The Buddha of later generations believed that there are three idiots in the world: those who are lustful, those who are greedy for money, and those who seek fame.
Those who practice Taoism should know: "The Tao can only be achieved when the six roots are pure. Looking back is actually moving forward. If you can't get rid of the three delusions, you can't get rid of the troubles!"
At this point, Lao Shang looked at Li Xiuyuan and said quietly: "You have seen all the three idiots in the world along the way, and you yourself grew old overnight because of the three idiots."
Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly when he heard this and said, "I am a white-headed singer, so why are I three idiots?"
The old monk shook his head and said with a smile: "It has no color, sound, fragrance or touch. If you are crazy about the piano, you have also been poisoned by the second of the three poisons."
"Fortunately, you finally let go of the Five Realms Dynasty, parked this big ship by the river, and didn't carry him to Tianshan to practice. Otherwise, why did you hear the Tao and enter the Tao?"
In the eyes of the old monk, the Li Xiuyuan in front of him was a dual person. On the one hand, he had let go of all the past in the world, and on the other hand, he still remembered his relatives above the nine heavens.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied leisurely: "I seem to have let go a little, but..."
"Just why? Tell me?" The old monk became interested, looked at him and asked with a smile.
Li Xiuyuan sighed: "It's just that I'm afraid that one day when I go to another world, the juniors will have to start over again and shoulder more responsibilities."
The old monk finally froze this time, thinking that it would be good for you. While he was thinking about putting it down, he was also thinking about carrying the heavier thing.
He somewhat understood why the old Taoist priest wanted Li Xiuyuan to return here and become a mortal.
Li Xiuyuan, who has constant fate, seems to have no choice but to peel off the cocoon and practice step by step.
Thinking of this, the old monk couldn't help but muttered: "You have too many thoughts and are not as simple as the scholars in Kangchuan City. Aren't you looking for trouble for yourself?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his hand holding the kettle and thought to himself, what do you mean when you mention Wu Xin to me at this time.
Sighing, he added some snow water and put it on the stove.
Then he smiled bitterly and said: "He drank the forgetful soul soup I cooked, and there is no longer any lingering memory of the three lives and three lives in his dream. I don't know how much soup I drank, but I just can't forget it!"
The old monk was startled. This was something he had not thought of.
It was like poison to the world, and the soul-forgetting soup that could leave the past behind was of no use to Li Xiuyuan.
"Even if a hundred years of wind and rain blow on the Forgotten River Bridge, and a hundred years of brewing the Forgotten Soul Soup, and soaking myself in that soup, I still can't forget the past one by one."
Leisurely, Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand to catch an apricot blossom that floated in the wind, and said with a smile: "So what if I brew the brew of life, dreams and death, won't I still remember it?"
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In the spring of this year, the old monk accompanied Li Xiuyuan to see a mountain of flowers, and the two worked together to brew dozens of jars of spiritual wine.
The flowers are apricot flowers from Tianshan Mountain, and the spiritual rice is grown by Li Xiuyuan himself on Tianshan Mountain.
Some of the elixirs came from the Tianshan Mountains, some from the prehistoric era of ancient times, and some from the Xuanwu Continent. There were even elixirs brought out by old monks that came from unknown places.
The two of them looked at the results in front of them, and Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but said in a daze: "It takes ten years to sharpen a sword, but the spiritual wine I brewed this time will last ten years, or even longer."
The old monk looked at him and smiled lightly: "What about next year or the year after that?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied seriously: "No more brewing. I want to chant sutras here and recite sutras to the sentient beings in Tianshan Mountain, so that more sentient beings here can hear the sounds of heaven and earth."
The old monk sighed again after hearing this, looked at him and asked: "What unfulfilled wishes do you have for the Five Realms Dynasty?"
"I still want to visit the grasslands of southern Xinjiang, even though my brother has left this world forever."
Thinking of Yelu Qi, Li Xiuyuan suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, just like the apricot blossoms blooming in the mountains, instantly dyeing his white shirt red.
"Idiot, you let go of the sky and the earth here, but you can't let go of the dead people."
As he spoke, the old monk waved his hand and stirred up a breeze. The two of them instantly left the Apricot Blossom Valley and headed down the mountain.
The moment the two people left, the wooden houses above and below the stone flat were seen turning into ashes as the breeze blew by.
Another gust of wind passed by, and the original wooden house turned into a stone house made of black jade like a Tianshan temple.
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The spring breeze in March is like scissors, which is said to be the top of Tianshan Mountain.
At present, in southern Xinjiang, the spring breeze is blowing through all living things. On Liliyuan, after a night of wind and rain, the green grass sprouts and grows like wildfire crazily.
Yelu Chucai, who had lost his eldest son and had his daughter married far away, sat alone in the tent, staring blankly at the bowl of breeze on the table, tears falling quietly.
Yuezhi and Yeluyan from the Imperial City sent a letter telling him that Yelu Jimin was three years old and could call him grandpa.
And Yelu Mingzhu has already gone to Tianshan Mountain with the Imperial Master, and she is probably the sweet daughter of heaven in the five regions.
This was a great joy for him, but it made him unable to hold back his tears. If Yeluqi was still here, he would definitely be as happy as him.
Just when he was thinking and worrying, a breeze blew in front of the tent, and flying flowers entered the tent, which was confusing. When he opened his eyes, he saw an old monk and an old man sitting quietly in front of him.
"Li Xiuyuan of the Lower Five Regions Dynasty wishes to pay his respects to King Yelu."
Yelu Chucai looked confused in front of him, so Li Xiuyuan had no choice but to introduce himself and sighed: "Time is like lightning, but it has not taken away the king's appearance."
Yelu Chucai was shocked when he heard this. He quickly stood up and took Li Xiuyuan's hand and asked, "Why is this, Imperial Master? How come you, who are like a divine dragon, are more like an old man?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and introduced quietly: "This is my senior... Mingzhu has followed my master to the depths of the Tianshan Mountains, and he will surely return to the grassland in a few years."
Yelu Chucai greeted the old monk, took Li Xiuyuan's hand and sighed again: "Even in my dreams, I never thought that the National Master would come to the grassland in person."
Li Xiuyuan sighed softly: "This is the pain that I can't get rid of. I may not go to Beihai, or I may leave Southern Xinjiang behind, but I have to come and see my brother."
When Yelu Chucai heard this, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He held his hand and said blankly: "Qi'er has a brother like you. Even if he goes to Changsheng Heaven, he will be happy."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and murmured: "Then, take me to see him."
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ps: All love will last forever. The end of the third volume tells the story of the human world, including Li Xiuyuan's love and hatred, as well as the grievances and grievances of the next generation. I hope you will like the following story if you are smart.
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