Amid a burst of shouting, Qingluan in a black skirt rushed in.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan sitting at the table making tea, he frowned and asked, "Who are you? Monster or human? Or my brother?"
When Po Meng heard this, she couldn't help laughing and said, "This is my brother, not your brother."
Li Xiuyuan poured her a cup of spiritual tea and said with a smile: "I haven't been here for a long time. I wonder what kind of dish you want to make? Come, please have tea."
Qingluan was shocked when he heard this, stretched out his hand and rubbed Li Xiuyuan's face desperately, and exclaimed: "That's not right, you are not wearing a mask this time, why are you so old all of a sudden?"
There was no other way, so Meng Po had to tell Qingluan again what Li Xiuyuan had just said.
After listening, Qingluan frowned and said, "Fortunately, sister Yueying has left. Otherwise, I don't know if she would be heartbroken if she saw her."
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "What vegetables did you buy?"
Qingcai curled her lips and replied in a low voice: "Who knew you were coming? I only bought tofu and a little pork belly. You can go pick some vegetables in the garden."
Li Xiuyuan looked at Po Meng and smiled: "I want to be lazy for a while, but it seems I can't do it."
Po Meng pointed at Qingluan and smiled: "Is it possible that you can still make flowers from the vegetables she bought?"
It wasn't until Li Xiuyuan spent half an hour cooking a pot of dried salted fish that Xu Fu brought him from the East China Sea, plus pork belly and tofu broth, that the two women screamed in surprise.
Before it even reached their mouths, the two women kept shouting.
Qingluan brought over a pot of wine and a plate of green vegetables in his left hand. Po Meng poured the spirit wine for the three of them, and then asked: "What is this, is there fish?"
After Li Xiuyuan served three different dishes to the two of them, he replied: "This is the dried salted fish from the East China Sea. A friend gave it to me."
Qingluan took a bite of tofu first, and then exclaimed: "Sister, it looks like I'm going to the beach next time."
Po Meng looked at her and smiled and said, "Go to the East China Sea with him. There are many fish there."
Li Xiuyuan didn't say anything, just wondering if he would have to move a few jars of the apricot blossom wine here. After all, after all these years, the taste of this wine was much better than the one he brewed on Tianshan Mountain.
The three of them drank a pot of wine and ate a pot of meat. Qingluan went to wash the dishes, and Li Xiuyuan boiled water and made tea.
Po Meng sighed and said quietly: "Will you accompany me to the bridge to enjoy the breeze in a while?"
Li Xiuyuan boiled water and said with a smile: "Okay, let's see if we can meet Meng Jiang's husband..."
"You said you wouldn't mention him." Po Meng frowned and said seriously: "There are tens of millions of people in the world who are in miserable situations. Are you busy enough? How did your master teach you?"
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he suddenly remembered what the old Taoist said and all his experiences after arriving in Great Qin.
His mood suddenly became much lower, and he murmured: "I admit that I have no self-control, and I always can't remember what Master said. However, sometimes I can't help myself."
"Understandable."
Po Meng said with a smile: "Just take a look at the things in the world. There is no need to let everyone into your life."
"Okay, I'll go back and try."
Li Xiuyuan sighed, spread his hands and said, "There are some things that I have read about their stories before. When I meet them again, I will inevitably have some changes in my heart."
"You are not the emperor there. Even the emperor cannot control the suffering of the people in the world."
Po Meng continued: "If you don't look at the emperor, you can look at your master? Is he like you, always living in other people's stories?"
Li Xiuyuan thought about the old Taoist priest's unreliable appearance, and silently replied: "He is just like my first teacher, he just herds sheep, how can he take care of my practice carefully?"
Po Meng didn't know those things about the old Taoist priest, but she understood the meaning of Li Xiuyuan's words.
So he smiled and said, "Think about it, he is just herding sheep even as his precious disciple, how can he live in other people's stories?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied: "I also know an old monk
, he said that one should have compassion when learning Buddhism. "Meng Po sighed and said, "I'm too lazy to argue with you. I have never studied Buddhism, but I also know that it is the Bodhisattva's compassion for all living beings in the world. Even the Bodhisattva will not live in the story of a certain sentient being."
Li Xiuyuan was speechless after hearing the words, looked up at the apricot blossoms blooming in the yard, and murmured: "Have a heart for all living beings in the world? Aren't all living beings in the world made up of individual beings?"
Po Meng smiled, looked at Li Xiuyuan and smiled softly: "You should ask the old monk about this. Wouldn't you suspect that he is not a merciful old monk just because he is not merciful to someone you are merciful to?"
Po Meng followed his gaze and looked into the yard, and said quietly: "You like apricot flowers. Could it be that because you didn't smell a certain flower, they would doubt your love for them?"
What Mrs. Meng said was something Li Xiuyuan had never thought about carefully.
Because he had never thought about it himself, let alone asked the old monks and Taoist priests for advice on this principle.
The two of them just exchanged a few words, and Li Xiuyuan, who was holding a cup of spiritual tea, fell into an epiphany.
It's like he walks on the road every day, but he never understands the reason.
Meng Po's words reminded him of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist hall. Could it be that because the Bodhisattva did not respond to the request of a good man or woman who came to see him, the Bodhisattva no longer showed mercy to the six realms?
After arriving at the Tianshan Mountains, Li Xiuyuan's thoughts were mostly on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang and some small towns on the Fuchun River.
Regarding his own practice and understanding of the way of heaven and earth, he is not as good as his senior brother Minghui.
Until I came to Da Qin, I saw a lot of the impermanence of life and death in the world.
Until I came to Wangchuan and discussed the principle of compassion with Po Meng again.
Only then did he realize that his understanding of the great avenue of heaven and earth was far from enough. No wonder his transformation into a mortal was abandoned halfway...
A faint Buddha's light emerged from Li Xiuyuan's body.
As the old monk said, for Li Xiuyuan, the phaseless golden body can only be broken after he has enlightened it. Otherwise, even if he practiced for thousands of years, he would not be able to understand the truth behind it.
Po Meng was amazed when she saw Li Xiuyuan's appearance, thinking that only her magical brother would have an epiphany because of her unintentional words.
But she didn't know that Li Xiuyuan hadn't had such an epiphany in many years.
After the enlightenment, Li Xiuyuan's phaseless golden body will once again usher in a new breakthrough at a suitable time.
Even the old Taoist priest would never have imagined that before his precious disciple could complete the five declines of becoming a mortal and a celestial being, he would first encounter the breaking point of the formless golden body.
Qingluan came back and looked at Li Xiuyuan with a smile and said, "How long do you plan to stay this time? My sister and I want to go out for a walk."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "I will leave at any time, don't count on me."
After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "You won't stay here forever, will you? Why don't you and your sister make a change, and try staying on the bridge alone for a hundred years?"
"How can she compare with you?" Po Meng replied with a smile: "She can't stay alone on weekdays. She would either go up the mountain with me to pick medicine, or go to the village to find someone to chat with."
In Po Meng's view, Qingluan might not be able to hold on even in a month, not to mention a hundred years.
After all, he has to go up the mountain to collect medicine every day and make soup on the bridge. Only a person like Li Xiuyuan who has practiced Buddhism can endure a hundred years of loneliness on the Wangchuan Bridge.
Li Xiuyuan instantly understood what she meant and couldn't help but smile: "You can't live without my eldest sister. You have to go to the heavens to find a suitable partner, right?"
"My heart is already dead." Qingluan said seriously: "I died the moment I stepped off the Wangchuan Bridge, not to mention that my sister accompanied me to the Nine Netherworld."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Yesterday you died at the moment of nirvana. Now you are a brand new you. Your body, cultivation, and everything are new."
Just one sentence reminded Li Xiuyuan of Dongfang Yu'er from the Taoyuan of Shura Heaven.
In the old Taoist priest
The moment he helped her achieve phoenix nirvana, Dongfang Yu'er yesterday had completely died under Qin Qianshan's clutches.
Not to mention that Dongfang Yuer had no vitality at that time, and even his own elixir could not save her life.
Only by burning the fire of Phoenix Nirvana can we put ourselves to death and survive.
Po Meng sighed, took Qingluan's hand and said, "Li Xiuyuan is right, you once died in the long river of time, but now you are the proud daughter of heaven in all the worlds."
Qingluan chuckled: "When brother, you find a wife, then talk about sister."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly, looked at Xinghua outside the living room and replied, "I'm afraid you have to wait for many, many years."
Qingluan was startled and speechless for a long time.
From the time she met Li Xiuyuan, this guy never seemed to discuss his affairs face to face with her. This was also the thing that puzzled her the most.
Until today, Li Xiuyuan told her to wait some more... She thought to herself, if she waits any longer, you will get old.
"Why?"
It wasn't until it was almost Haishi, when Li Xiuyuan accompanied Po Meng to Wangchuan Bridge, that she couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have someone you like?"
"Why? You have to ask him this question."
Li Xiuyuan pointed to the sky and said with a faint wry smile: "Not to mention that my phoenix nirvana has only been completed for five turns. My transformation into a mortal is only half completed. I still have a journey to heaven."
After pausing for a moment, he continued: "I carry the karma of the master and the old monk on my body, and I have to settle the karma with someone on Mount Sumeru that has dragged on thousands of karma..."
In Li Xiuyuan's view, perhaps his journey to the heavens has just begun after he resolves the cause and effect of Master Wuhua and his disciples.
Now, his path is either arranged for him by his master or arranged by the God of Destiny.
And these are not what he wants, he wants to go his own way.
Just like Fangcun Mountain who left Tianshan Mountain and went to Xixuan Territory, he wanted to complete his own practice instead of completing the tasks assigned to him by the old principles.
Po Meng looked at the bright moon in the sky, frowned and said, "If you don't transcend this world, who can escape the destiny?"
Li Xiuyuan thought about it, looked at Po Meng and asked, "Didn't the eldest sister say that Qingluan and I have jumped out of the Three Realms? Why are we still controlled by fate?"
Po Meng bent down, added firewood to the stove, and tested the temperature of the soup.
Then she pulled Li Xiuyuan to sit down next to her, and then said seriously: "Perhaps your master thinks that your cultivation level is not at the level he expected."
"Then what?" Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard this, because he suddenly thought of a possibility.
And he wanted to get the most accurate answer from Po Meng's mouth.
Po Meng looked at the moon in the sky and murmured softly: "Because, the world you were in before, including the Xiutian Heavenly Domain you are in, and the Mount Sumeru you are going to, are just a few different small worlds."
Li Xiuyuan was speechless for a long time as if he was struck by lightning.
I don't know how much time passed before I asked softly: "It turns out that different civilizations really determine our vision and level of cultivation. What about the Xuanwu Continent that I visited before? What about the Daqin where I am now?"
Po Meng sighed and said: "Xuanwu Continent can be regarded as a corner of the three thousand worlds, or it can be said to be just a continent among the four major divine continents..."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he was greatly shocked and couldn't help but said: "The Buddha said that there are three thousand worlds, which are not worlds, but worlds. Next time I see the master, I will ask him about the world."
Po Meng sighed and added: "And the saint in your eyes is actually just a way of saying that in the small world. After you have survived the five declines of heaven and man in the small world, all your cultivation has just begun."
"Where is Qingluan?" Li Xiuyuan blurted out and asked, "How does her cultivation compare to mine?"
Po Meng shook her head: "She is her, and you are you. Your paths are different. You should ask your master for more truth."
Li Xiuyuan looked at Jiutian
Mingyue came up and said, "Master, you are unreasonable."
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