I don't know how long I sat on the ground, until the little tiger on the cliff roared: "Sir, the little tiger is going to starve to death."
Li Xiuyuan opened his eyes from the long memories and sighed secretly: "I can't go back."
After walking out of the Buddhist hall, the fat monk standing on the cliff replied calmly: "Sufferings in the world are all different. Master said that everything in the past is like a mirror, and it is just a practice in the previous life."
Xiaohu looked at the fat monk and blinked his eyelashes slightly, and asked carefully: "Master, are you talking to Xiaohu or sir?"
The fat monk laughed and said, "If you understand, just think that I am telling you what I said. Your master also knows what I want to say to him."
Li Xiuyuan understood the meaning of this sentence.
After a moment of silence, he said: "It's just that this practice is too painful. In the end, we won't even recognize ourselves, let alone how many friends we will have left."
"Xiaohu is here for dinner." Li Xiuyuan walked out of the kitchen with a pot of white porridge and two plates of pickles.
Xiaohu exclaimed: "Sir, wait a minute, I'm going to wash my face."
The fat monk filled a bowl of porridge, looked at Li Xiuyuan and shook his head and said, "Jue Xiang Chao Sect, by the end of your practice, you have forgotten what you even look like. How can you still remember your childhood friends?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said seriously: "If you want me to be ruthless and righteous, I'm afraid I can't do it. If I don't have a friend around me, what's the point of being equal to Tian?"
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of his master again.
Even if Master is as lonely as snow and seeks defeat, he still has an old monk as a close friend. How can he be more perfect than the old Taoist priest?
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan gradually calmed down.
While giving Xiaohu a bowl of porridge, he also held a bowl and reached out to pick up a chopstick of pickles.
He smiled and said, "Just like this white porridge, it can be served without fish. How can I survive without this plate of pickles?"
Xiaohu ran in and picked up the white porridge on the table and took a sip. Then he followed Li Xiuyuan's example and reached out to pick up a pickle. He didn't care about the two of them and started eating by himself.
The fat monk looked at the appearance of the master and the disciple and couldn't help but ask: "If your master hears this, will he beat you up?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "My master has never been reliable. I only see him once every few years. How can he care about whether I should have a plate of pickles when I eat plain porridge?"
The old Taoist priest under the green pear tree sneezed and murmured: "You brat, you are talking bad about Master behind your back again."
The old monk laughed and said, "If you haven't seen him for several years, it would be nice for him to scold you in his heart."
The old Taoist priest sighed and said, "How can I accompany him on his path of cultivation?"
The monk shook his head: "The meeting of love, separation, resentment, and hatred is about the sufferings of the world. Even gods are also human beings. Your disciple has never lived well with his beloved for a few days. I'm afraid he has fulfilled the Buddha's wishes."
The old Taoist priest looked at the green pear on the tree and thought that his disciple had already recognized the master because of the jade plate in the Shura Heaven, so he was destined to be a lifelong enemy with Wuhua on Mount Sumeru.
And Wuhua marries Li Xiuyuan's old love again, and the two will indeed resent each other.
No matter how big the world is, no matter what realm Li Xiuyuan reaches in the end, the two of them will inevitably meet and then fight each other several times...
The common cause and effect between master and disciple finally ended with Li Xiuyuan going down Mount Xumi.
Thinking of this, the old Taoist couldn't help but laugh. He looked at the old monk and said, "My disciple often said that if you have a lot of debt, you don't have to worry about it. Let him worry about it."
With the wind, wind, and fire, Xiaohu now felt like eating was like fighting.
Although he could eat and sleep without saying anything as required by his husband, Li Xiuyuan couldn't control him when he was eating.
The little guy threw down the bowl and ran outside, shouting: "Sir, Xiaohu, let's play for a while and then go write."
The fat monk was speechless for a moment when he heard these words.
After a while, he tried to ask: "Senior brother, are your requirements for Xiaohu too strict?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and then replied softly after a while: "He is a blank piece of paper right now. As a teacher, I don't know how long I can write on it, so I have to be strict."
As he said, even if he returns to the Imperial City, he doesn't know how many more years he can stay?
Should he and Xiao Hei leave first, or should King Qin, as the emperor, leave this world first?
How could he know before the God of Destiny took action?
Xiaohu can only develop good habits from now on and learn more skills while he is still in this world. Maybe one day he can become the biggest king in this desert.
How does the fat monk know what Li Xiuyuan is thinking right now?
In his opinion, meeting Li Xiuyuan in the grotto to help him break through the realm and realize the Tao was already a blessing that he had cultivated for three lifetimes. He would not care if he asked his disciples to be stricter.
After finishing the porridge, Li Xiuyuan put away the dishes and took out a copy of the Ksitigarbha Sutra from the bookshelf and handed it to the fat monk.
He said quietly: "This is the first Buddhist scripture I have practiced since I was a child. I will copy it and give it to you. I hope it will be of some help to your future practice."
The fat monk held Buddhist scriptures in his hands and sighed in his heart.
After a long while, he replied softly: "I am determined to be blessed, and I am willing to cultivate the supreme path. I am grateful to my senior brother."
Just as the two were preparing to discuss Buddhism, there was a sound of arrows coming from outside the grotto!
Then came Xiaohu's scream: "Sir, come out quickly, they are here again!"
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Xiaohu, who was lying on the cliff to look at the scenery, saw groups of soldiers heading toward the mountains with murderous intent.
He could tell at a glance that these were soldiers from Yuezhi King City. They were all wearing armor. Looking at them, they were densely packed. He didn't know if there were hundreds or thousands more than last time.
In his opinion, the Huns only sent so many soldiers when they were fighting other tribes.
The fat monk was shocked when he heard Fang, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a bitter smile: "This guy from Yuezhi Wangcheng seems to be in trouble with senior brother?"
Li Xiuyuan walked out of the grotto and looked at the long snake-like army at the foot of the mountain. He couldn't help but frown, and a raging anger burned in his heart.
This Chanyu Touman of the Xiongnu dared to risk the disapproval of the world and wanted to poison the tiger and eat its seeds.
"Let them come up, don't be afraid!"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the army at the foot of the mountain and said coldly: "It just so happens that this grotto is too small. Fatty monk, you can use this opportunity to hire more craftsmen to add a few more floors to this grotto."
Xiaohu clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Master monk, I'm afraid I'm going to give you a lot of money this time."
"Amitabha!"
The fat monk recited the Buddha's name, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "Brother, can the monk talk to them first and then take action?!"
Li Xiuyuan took out his bow and arrow, looked at him and replied quietly: "No problem, you can try it."
The fat monk felt his scalp numb just by looking at the horses at the foot of the mountain. He thought that he was going to start a fight. Wouldn't this place become a battlefield?
In desperation, he had no choice but to yell.
"People at the bottom of the mountain, listen, you have been surrounded. Go back quickly. Go back and forth from where you came. This senior brother of mine has a bad temper. If he starts to attack in a while, you may suffer a loss!"
After thinking about it, the fat monk added: "I am going back to your royal city for your own good."
Xiaohu asked uneasily: "Sir, if these guys don't listen and insist on killing them, will they start fighting again?"
"Are you afraid? They are here to catch you and kill me."
Li Xiuyuan took an iron arrow and held it in his hand, and replied quietly: "You will encounter such a situation again in the future. What will you do? Do you want to bow your head?"
When Xiaohu heard this, he immediately clenched his fists: "Don't be afraid! Xiaohu will be a hero who stands upright in the future!"
The pioneer general Lan Feihu, who had climbed halfway up the mountain, looked up and suddenly became very angry.
He shouted sternly: "Listen to me, dead monk, hand over the little tiger, hand over the head of the Central Plains man, and I will let you live."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly, looked at Lan Feihu and said, "I'm right here, come and chop off my head!"
"This is the guy, catch him and make sure he lives or dies!"
When Lan Huhu saw Li Xiuyuan on the cliff, he immediately became angry, twisted around and yelled at the deputy general behind him.
"Wait a minute!" The fat monk saw something bad and immediately shouted: "The general has something to say. If you go up, I'm afraid you will never go back today. Why bother?"
"Are you scaring me? Kill that monk too!!" Lan Feihu ignored him and roared angrily.
"Charge up! Kill them!" The soldiers took the order, with sonorous steps, and quickly took action on the mountain road.
The fat monk was dumbfounded when he saw it, and thought to himself: Why can't you listen to my truth?
Isn't everyone afraid of death? He knew that Li Xiuyuan spent several days setting up a large formation on the mountain road.
Shaking his head, the fat monk took two steps back.
The Bodhisattva is compassionate, but it cannot wake up the person who is about to die, and he does not want to be that angry Vajra, because Li Xiuyuan in front of him is already angry.
Xiaohu on the side clenched his fists and was eager to try. If the gentleman hadn't glared at him, he would have asked and tried his swordsmanship with the sword in the next moment.
Thousands of Xiongnu soldiers from Yuezhi King City up and down the mountain kept waving their arms at the summons of the vanguard general.
As well as the weapons in their hands, there were only three people on the cliff on the mountain. One was their prince, one was a mortal man from the Central Plains, and the other was a damn monk.
A burst of earth-shattering shouts sounded on the mountain road. Black clouds came from the sky at some point, and only a little sunlight shone on the swords of the Xiongnu army, which was extremely shocking.
The war is about to begin, and even God doesn't bother to take a look.
After you all try your best, I will probably strike another thunder and cause an autumn rain.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the fat monk and asked, "Are you going back to the Buddhist hall to chant sutras, or are you watching me swing my sword to kill the enemy here?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaohu quietly hid behind Li Xiuyuan. He knew that in the next moment, the gentleman was about to shoot the life-threatening arrow.
The fat monk shook his head and murmured: "If I don't go to hell, who will? The monk is here today."
Li Xiuyuan chuckled: "I am the one who went to hell. This is the cause and effect of Xiaohu and me, not you, monk."
The mountain road was long and there were too many Huns. It took half an hour, but half of them were still lining up at the bottom of the mountain, preparing to come up the mountain.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment, put away the iron arrow in his hand, and replaced it with an iron arrow engraved with explosive runes.
"Whoosh!" sounded, and the talisman arrows flew out from in front of the cliff, heading towards the Hun soldiers who were charging forward!
"Boom!" With a sound, a rock on the mountain road was hit by an arrow and instantly collapsed.
Suddenly there was a huge smoke and dust, and countless gravel and dust flew out, filling the mountain road that was not very spacious, blocking the way forward of the Xiongnu army.
The general who rushed in front had a look of horror on his face and became extremely ferocious. He held a machete and moved away the stones blocking the road. He shouted: "Stop being so arrogant, wait until I go up and chop you into a pulp!"
The dark soldiers on the mountain road were startled by the explosion. They only panicked for a moment and then stopped retreating.
On the chaotic mountain road, the roar of the vanguard general rang out, and the soldiers all moved forward.
There were countless soldiers who were knocked down by rubble on the mountain road, and their armor hit the rocks on the ground, making a clanging sound. Even so, the army quickly regained its discipline.
"Don't nag him, use the bows and arrows in your hands to talk!" Yun Feihu roared.
Buzzing, buzzing, there was a sound of bow strings vibrating on the mountain road.
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