Sitting quietly in the grotto, Xiaohu had fallen into a deep sleep.
Li Xiuyuan, who was holding the bamboo slips, suddenly felt a powerful and mysterious aura. With his current consciousness, there was nothing in this world that he could not sense.
But this breath suddenly rushed into his divine sea.
This meant that it was not that he felt this mysterious aura, but that this aura ignored the blockade of time and space and flew into his divine sea.
This feeling made him shocked and speechless. Who else but the old Taoist priest could accurately make him feel the existence of this mysterious aura across thousands of mountains and rivers, across countless starry skies?
There is no saint in the Qin Dynasty. Who can really feel his existence and send this mysterious breath into his own divine sea.
This was a mysterious aura, no, it should be said that Li Xiuyuan saw a mysterious world.
The gods and Buddhas on the mural seemed to have opened their eyes in an instant and looked at the disciple who was sitting on the futon.
Li Xiuyuan felt that he had transformed into a Buddha statue on the stone wall and came to a mysterious world.
The sky was chaotic, with a trace of the ancient purple energy.
In a sacred land at the foot of the mountain, there was a section of a sacred tree that he was familiar with. One end was deeply embedded in the sacred soil, and the other section was exposed outside the sacred soil.
The small trunk has sprouted a few new leaves, and the sacred tree is no longer a sacred tree.
No, it should be said that the sacred tree has evolved into a new sacred tree sapling in this world, quietly taking root and sprouting here, waiting to one day grow into a towering tree.
There are trees in the mountains and birds on the trees.
There are green grasses on the grassland, and unknown flowers are blooming slowly.
The flowing water of the small river was gurgling, and there were small fish swimming quickly. There were trees beside the river, and not far from the tree there was a small stone house.
But there were no familiar faces in the room, because he didn't see a single figure.
There was a mysterious elixir garden not far behind the hut. In mid-air, Li Xiuyuan saw the thousand-year-old and ten-thousand-year elixirs and miraculous elixirs he was familiar with.
This is a mysterious world, a paradise.
If Xiao Hei practices here, he will make great progress.
Without hesitation, he sat down under a tree by the river and began to close his eyes and meditate. As his mental power concentrated, the chaotic aura from the sky became clearer and clearer.
That wisp of Hongmeng purple energy flew over Qianzhong Mountain like snowflakes, dancing around him, spinning on his head, and slowly seeping into his body along his mouth, nose, and skin.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan and the grotto became one, as if he was this huge stone mountain, and he was the Buddhas and Buddhas standing on the stone wall quietly watching him.
I come from the Five Realms, I come from the Shura Heaven Realm, I come from the Savage Heaven Realm, I come from the prehistoric world, I come to the Xuanwu Continent, and I come from the Divine Dragon Continent.
I have come from a long time ago... The stars cannot stop me.
Somewhere under the starry sky, under the green pear trees in the mountains.
The kettle on the stone table made a whining sound, and the spiritual tea in the pot was emitting light steam.
The old monk sitting in front of the old Taoist sighed and smiled leisurely: "Idiot, you know clearly that all worlds are not worlds, but you trap yourself in worlds again and again."
The old Taoist priest looked at Li Xiuyuan in the grotto and sighed, then smiled helplessly.
He murmured: "His original intention was to see the legendary burning of books and entrapment of Confucians, but it was a good thing that he actually went outside the Great Wall and abducted the queen and eldest son of the Huns to the Imperial City of Qin."
The old monk thought for a moment, looked at the old Taoist priest and asked, "Isn't that jade plate in his divine sea? Isn't that world in the jade plate? Why can't he see it?"
The old Taoist priest sighed and said, "Just like he has created countless miracles, didn't he witness it with his own eyes?"
The old monk smiled lightly and said, "He calls this not seeing the Buddha in the temple. It does make some sense when you think about it."
The old Taoist shook his head and said: "He didn't listen to what I said. It was the same when he went to Daqin. He helped one after another, even Xu Fu who went to sea also left.
On the path of spiritual practice. "
The old monk sighed and said leisurely: "Buddha talks about compassion... If he just watched Naruo woman die under the horse's hooves, wouldn't it be damaging to his Taoist heart?"
"Cultivation is about cultivating the mind. His time in the world is the beginning of true cultivation of the mind. As long as he doesn't change the rise and fall of that dynasty, why should you worry about him?"
The old monk reached out to add spiritual tea to the cup, pointed at the girls playing in the mountains, and said, "You should pay more attention to the children here."
The old monk shook his head and said with a smile: "They are all your disciples. It just so happens that you have nothing to do, so spend more time on them."
"It's my disciple's fault. From beginning to end, I didn't put much thought into it."
The old Taoist priest looked at Li Xiuyuan in the grotto and said calmly: "After the spring begins, go back to the imperial city. This is not your world."
The old Taoist priest's voice suddenly came from the divine sea: "After the spring begins, go back to the imperial city. This is not your world."
In the midst of his enlightenment, Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself: "Master, are you guiding your disciples on the way home?"
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan suddenly had the idea that he wanted to go home and be with his mother.
I opened my eyes silently, the autumn rain outside the grotto gradually stopped, and there was no longer the whistling wind in the mountains like yesterday.
Naturally, there would be no reply from the old Taoist priest in the divine sea, and he also understood that this was the master leaving a message to him.
Perhaps the world outside the Great Wall was indeed not the purpose of his coming here. The Buddhas on the grotto had already seen it, and he left a protective formation here.
In the opinion of the old Taoist priest, this is enough.
Since the old Taoist priest didn't remind him, he could naturally take Xiaohu back to the imperial city and quietly be a student in the academy for a few years.
Looking up at the Buddhas on the stone wall, Li Xiuyuan was silent for a long time before asking: "Brother, do you feel the breath on the stone wall?"
Hearing the sound of fallen leaves in the mountain woods, Li Xiuyuan asked the fat monk who was doing homework in the Buddhist temple.
The fat monk, who was reciting Buddhist sutras softly, didn't know what happened to Li Xiuyuan. Hearing this, he frowned slowly, shook his head and said, "I am stupid and didn't sense anything."
Li Xiuyuan stood up, preparing to fetch water to wash up, and continued: "I dreamed yesterday that all the Buddhas on this mural came to life, opened their eyes and stared at me quietly."
The fat monk was shocked when he heard this, and then smiled lightly and said: "Should it be the appearance of the Buddhas, or the master came back to visit me, and I was so stupid that I fell asleep?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the kind Buddhas on the stone wall, sighed and said, "It's a blessing to be able to sleep. You don't have to blame yourself."
After washing up, Li Xiuyuan drank two cups of last night's leftover tea and walked out of the grotto.
It was still early, so he wanted Xiaohu to sleep a little longer, while he continued to carve the rune array under the stone wall.
In his opinion, perhaps this huge magic circle could be completed before leaving the grotto.
This can also be regarded as his attitude towards the Buddhas in this world. No matter where in the starry sky, as long as I am there, I will promote the compassion of the Buddhas.
The fat monk, who lowered his head to chant sutras, did not expect that Li Xiuyuan would go to carve talismans on the stone wall early in the morning, and he was naturally excited.
Even if he went to break the void, the Buddhas in this world were still intact. Even when he saw the master, he gave a satisfactory explanation.
So he couldn't help but said: "Senior brother, do you want to rest for two days before continuing?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "You just drank the tea I made yesterday, do you want to drink it again today?"
Li Xiuyuan has not been lazy since he started practicing with his husband in Zizhuyuan since he was a child.
It's just that he had a serious illness in Tianshan, and was seriously injured by Ye Wuya when he went down the mountain, so he lay in bed to rest for some time.
Although it is troublesome to carve runes on the stone wall, in Li Xiuyuan's opinion, it is not much different from copying scriptures.
It’s all about cultivating the mind.
It’s just that he himself doesn’t know that with every stroke he draws, since the words of Fengyun City
The font also has the font of Shura Tianyu, and even the small seal script used by the Great Qin Empire was also engraved on the stone wall unknowingly.
The morning breeze in the mountains gently blew his clothes, and not long after, Xiaohu came out yawning.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he smiled and said, "Sir, why don't you ask Xiaohu to get up early, sir?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled: "I'm going to wash up first and then practice sword practice. I'm going to make porridge."
Xiaohu nodded, held the bamboo sword in his hand, stood on the cliff and shouted loudly: "Listen carefully, Xiaohu is the biggest king in the world when he stands here!"
Xiaohu's childish voice echoed in the valley, but to Li Xiuyuan's ears, there was a different scenery.
I couldn't help but mutter to myself: "Are you actually the biggest king in this world, or is it because you became my precious disciple?"
Li Xiuyuan was startled by his thoughts as he lit the dry firewood in the stove.
If he thought this way, did the old Taoist priest meet a unique Li Xiuyuan in the world?
It was Li Xiuyuan's encounter with the unique old Taoist priest in heaven and earth that changed the trajectory of his life, allowing him to transcend the small world at the foot of Mount Sumeru.
From now on, embark on the path of cultivation to conquer the stars and the sea?
If it is true, then when he was on the Luoxia Mountain in the Celestial Realm, his meridians were cut off and he could not practice, and the golden sign entered his body, and he gathered energy and built the foundation in one day.
Is it rebirth or the beginning of new life?
The fat monk who was chanting sutras didn't know that a fire was being made to cook porridge in the kitchen, and Li Xiuyuan was confused.
He was thinking, what's going on with the little guy standing on the cliff waving the bamboo sword in his hand?
How did Xiaohu know that the fat monk in the Buddhist temple was looking at him?
Although his husband was not around, he still faced the rising sun on the horizon, gently slashed out his sword, and said: "Xiaohu is the best!"
The fat monk shook his head, looked back at the cliff, and said softly: "Brother, you have gained a good disciple."
Li Xiuyuan, who was washing rice and cooking porridge, looked slightly stern and said calmly: "He and I were just picked up by chance on the roadside. Believe it or not, it's that simple."
The fat monk silently looked at the Buddhas on the stone wall, shook his head and said, "Many things in the world that seem difficult and complicated are actually really simple if you think about it differently."
Thinking that something was wrong, he continued: "If senior brother didn't have the compassion of a Bodhisattva, I'm afraid this fate wouldn't last long, and I'd be afraid that I would miss it the moment I turned around."
Li Xiuyuan felt something as he gently stirred the porridge in the pot.
I couldn't help but mutter to myself: "Have we missed too many opportunities in this life? After thousands of years, who can still remember who is who?"
At this moment, he thought of the young girl who was waiting for him to pass by in front of the general's mansion when he didn't know what it was like to be sad, just to trip him up in the snow.
He spent a lot of time writing the letter on Tianshan Mountain and took it to Phoenix Mountain...
Who in the clouds sends a brocade book, and when the wild goose comes back, he can never go back.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan felt like thousands of arrows were piercing through his heart. He sat on the ground with his hands on the stove... as if he was about to die suddenly in the next moment.
Once upon a time, two lines of tears fell quietly on the face of Li Xiuyuan, who had a rock-like heart...
If he could go back to the spring of that year, would he shamelessly go to the General's Mansion and invite the young lady to go to Tianshan to practice with him?
If we go back to the winter of that year, when he rushed back to the Imperial City from Fangcun Mountain.
Will you honestly tell the young lady who is practicing in the Royal Academy that you are actually very powerful?
I am not the trash you see in your eyes, I am the most powerful swordsmith in the five regions...
The past events only hit his chest mercilessly like a cold arrow when he least expected it.
With tears streaming down his face, he murmured softly: "There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it's in my heart."
PS: Before I knew it, it was almost 8 million words.
Some readers once said that the male protagonist was heartless and abandoned the young lady from the General's Mansion early. What I want to say is that the girl has always lived in his heart, but the young man doesn't know what it's like to be sad.
This chapter is also my favorite.
