That night, Ye Zhiqiu and his wife fell into a dream early, and did not see their precious son observing life and death. Even his husband went to bed early.
Likewise, he who did not see his disciple burned his body again to realize the Tao.
After settling Mu Mu and Nangong Ruyu, Li Hongxiu and the old Taoist priest returned to the living room.
After brewing a pot of tea, Tang Qiuyu couldn't help but ask: "Senior, is the national master going to achieve phoenix nirvana this time or is he going to achieve enlightenment and practice?"
The last time she saw Li Xiuyuan, he looked like a dying old man.
This time it was better, it turned into a burning flame.
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said softly: "It is Nirvana and enlightenment, but it has nothing to do with Phoenix Nirvana. What he has realized this time is the Nirvana body of Buddhism."
Even the old Taoist priest did not expect that his precious disciple was still wielding his sword to kill the enemy the day before.
Unexpectedly, only one day had passed, and he had locked himself in a grotto to learn Taoism and practice.
Seeing the confused looks of the two women, the old Taoist priest had no choice but to smile bitterly and said: "What he has realized this time is the Buddhist mind. It won't be long before his formless golden body will reach another level."
Li Hongxiu looked at the colorful phoenix in the sky and murmured: "It's a pity that they went to dream so early."
Tang Qiuyu sighed and said with a wry smile: "Others are not afraid to scare people to death, but he is good. Every time he breaks through, he scares many people to death."
Li Hongxiu thought for a while and couldn't help but ask: "Senior, after the national master breaks through this time, will he return to the age of twelve?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head: "His practice has exceeded my expectations. How did I know?"
Li Xiuyuan in the grotto is burning his life to observe life and death, but the soul above the nine heavens has traveled to the Wangchuan River through the stars.
Because someone on the Forgotten River is thinking about it.
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From time to time there are petals floating in the sky with the wind, and the long spring light cannot cover up the singing voice of a woman.
I saw a woman in a white dress walking in the wind, humming softly: "The people in the sky are flying in the sky, and the people on the ground are chasing..."
Not far behind her, a six-year-old boy shouted: "Sister, I told you, you are not allowed to sing this song."
The woman turned around and smiled lightly: "Brother, if the young lady from the General's Mansion saw you like this, would you be so angry that you vomited blood?"
When the boy heard this, he shook his head and said, "That happened a long time ago. I have almost forgotten it. Sister, please don't mention it again in the future, okay?"
When the woman heard this, she couldn't help but giggle: "I never dreamed that you would come to the Wangchuan River with your butt naked..."
When the boy heard this, he rolled his eyes at her and said, "Fortunately, that lady Qingluan didn't see it, otherwise I don't know how long she would have laughed at me."
The boy is naturally Li Xiuyuan, who came from Qin to Wangshang.
But he never expected that this time he would actually be sitting on a lotus lantern, floating along the Wangchuan River to the foot of the Wangchuan Bridge.
That night, Po Meng was making soup on the bridge when she suddenly saw a small lotus lantern parked there quietly under the bridge.
She didn't leave until she was about to go home after a busy night.
So out of curiosity, she moved lightly and came to the river.
When she picked up the lotus lantern, there was a gently burning flame, and there was a boy the size of a finger lying on it... Po Meng, who was so surprised, naturally took the child home.
This is a gift from God.
Who knew that when he woke up the next morning, the boy had grown up and was almost as big as a normal baby.
A few days later, on the seventh day after arriving in Wangchuan, Po Meng returned home from collecting herbs in the mountains, and heard a familiar voice: "Sister, I'm hungry."
The startled Mrs. Meng hurriedly opened the door and entered the house. She saw that the baby originally lying in the cradle was already playing on the ground. He was clearly three years old.
And the look in his eyes was that of Li Xiuyuan.
Mother Meng was shocked and angry. She picked her up and beat her up. Then she giggled and said, "Do you think it's okay for my eldest sister to stay here and you want to play with me?"
Li Xiuyuan said with a sad face: "I didn't want to either. I just realized the Tao in that grotto. I didn't expect that after my whole body burned, I would look like this."
Po Meng was startled when she heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "You enlightened in the grotto, and it still burned? What kind of enlightenment did you achieve?"
In her memory, she had never heard of anyone who was still burning with enlightenment and returned to their babyhood in one day.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied: "I am observing life and death..."
With a bang, Po Meng felt like she was struck by lightning.
I hugged him and beat him again, and said with an angry smile: "Do you know, that is something that even I don't want to try easily, but you sit in the grotto and contemplate it?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "I should have known better than to play with fire."
When he came to the Forgotten River, he still didn't know whether he would look like a middle-aged man or twelve years old when he returned to the grotto. It's still about the same size as a tiger cub.
If he becomes the same size as a tiger cub, will he be laughed at by the fat monk and be called a monster?
Po Meng thought about it, then she hugged him and sat at the table. She couldn't help but said quietly: "That's fine. You can explore life and death in the cave. It will be good for your future practice."
Even the gods and Buddhas in the heavens were unwilling to try the concept of observing life and death, but this guy actually discovered it and used it to reach the River of Forgetfulness.
Think about it, could it be the result of me not forgetting it these days?
The Forgotten River was as lonely as snow. These days, Li Xiuyuan recalled the past events in Fengyun City and the past before he met Po Meng.
So, after listening to the story, Po Meng also learned the poem that Li Xiuyuan carved on the stone bridge and wrote for the young lady of General Tie's Mansion.
Nowadays, Mrs. Meng has to sing a song from time to time, which makes Li Xiuyuan's teeth itch.
Looking at Po Meng, she said, "If I had known this, I wouldn't have told my sister."
Po Meng sighed and said, "Just be content. It's good to be able to recall and think about the past of being young and frivolous. After all, that woman is also married. Don't you want her to live well?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied helplessly: "I am back here again? How long will I stay here this time?"
Po Meng shook her head: "Don't ask me about your affairs, I have nothing to do with you."
...Two months later, the talented Li Xiuyuan finally turned six and could help Granny Meng.
Six-year-old Li Xiuyuan, as before, would accompany Po Meng to the mountains to collect herbs in the morning, go to the river to cook a pot of soup at noon, and occasionally accompany Po Meng to give soup on the bridge at night.
From time to time, Po Meng would take him to the bridge to cook the soup, and then go to the bridge to see all living beings when the time came in the evening.
Li Xiuyuan occasionally followed her and helped her put the wooden bowls on the table and stack them neatly by the bridge.
Although Li Xiuyuan is young, he can do these things with his eyes closed.
Po Meng sighed and said with a smile: "If it weren't for the look of your child, I would have clapped my hands and thrown this whole place to you."
Li Xiuyuan chuckled: "It's not like you've never left before. Why are you so anxious?"
He didn't know how long he would stay on the Wangchuan River this time, thinking that he could always let Po Meng go out and play for a few years. After all, these different worlds have different speeds of time.
In the dead of night, people crossing the bridge would come up to them from time to time and watch Granny Meng and Li Xiuyuan joking.
"Sir, is this your child? Why are you willing to take such a well-behaved child to the bridge to enjoy the breeze?"
"Mother Meng, will the child be afraid when he sees us? Will he have dreams at night?"
"Mother Meng's child is so cute. Can I not drink the soup? Can you make an exception for the child's sake?"
The two of them were too lazy to pay attention to these guys one by one. Li Xiuyuan thought to himself, "I am a younger brother, not my sister's son, okay?"
Don’t you have any discernment as a ghost?
Depending on her mood, Po Meng would occasionally reply: "If you have the guts, I will obey you if you don't agree with anyone. Come on, come on, let me see how you are knocked down into the river, so that you will never be reincarnated!"
"It doesn't matter, my children are quite courageous and are not afraid of anything!"
"I'm in a good mood today. Would you like to drink an extra bowl of soup and drink it together with the soup for the next life? It tastes really good."
People crossing the bridge generally don't talk much. They drink a bowl of soup and rush across the bridge.
There are also guys who are not afraid of death. Under the silent gaze of the two people, they bravely try to rush to the other side without drinking soup.
"Brother, come and watch the fun." Po Meng said.
"Why bother?" Li Xiuyuan clapped his little hands and said with a smile.
Before the two of them could continue their discussion, a golden light flashed across the river. The person was knocked down by the magic circle and fell under the bridge. Countless hands stretched out to the person who fell into the water. They just screamed a few times and then fell silent.
"Look, this is what happens if you don't drink soup. If any of you want to try it, I don't care."
After hearing this, Li Xiuyuan would come over and demonstrate, reaching for the spoon in the pot, pouring the soup and blowing gently.
He smiled and said, "You guys dislike such a delicious soup, what a waste of expressions."
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he drank up all the soup in the spoon, clapped his hands and ran back in the direction of Huangquan Village, singing as he ran.
"The people in the sky are flying in the sky, and the people on the earth are chasing..."
Every time at this time, Po Meng would laugh and say: "Look, my brother drinks more than anyone else. He obediently queues up to drink soup, and then completes his own reincarnation..."
Po Meng also had bad days.
At that time, Li Xiuyuan had already run back to Huangquan Tree by himself, or he stayed at home and went to bed early instead of following his sister to the bridge to enjoy the breeze.
At this time, Po Meng would show a cold expression.
Either beat him up with three punches and two kicks, or pour a bowl of soup from the top by his neck and then kick him across the bridge.
He said viciously: "Either drink the soup or go back!"
...
After arriving here in February, Li Xiuyuan has never seen Qingluan.
He was worried about his own affairs before, but now he has finally settled down. He couldn't help but look at Po Meng and asked: "Sister, has that guy Qingluan left you?"
The apricot blossoms on the tree are blooming, but Li Xiuyuan has no idea of making wine because others don't have a high wine vat, so what kind of wine can they make?
When Po Meng heard this, she looked up at the back mountain, and then started counting with her fingers.
After a while, he laughed blankly: "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot about her. Counting the days, it's almost time to come back."
When Old Man Yan heard this, he looked at her in disbelief and asked, "She is so confused, can she still find her way back to Huangquan Village?"
Before Li Xiuyuan could reply, a "boom!" sounded in the sky. It was unclear whether it was a spring thunder or a calamity thunder.
Then the sky in Huangquan Village was filled with dark clouds, and there was no spring rain falling. A bolt of lightning struck down the back mountain heavily in the sky.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned and blurted out: "That guy actually ran to Lingshan to break the boundary. She is like this. Do we still need to collect medicine? How can we go to the back mountain to collect medicine?"
Po Meng sighed faintly and said: "It took her a little longer to go back. I don't know what kind of disaster she went through. You can ask her again when she comes back."
Boom! The two people replied that there were thunders one after another, which made Po Meng's chest feel tight and made Li Xiuyuan hold his head and cry out that he was in pain.
It lasted for half an hour before the thunder in the sky stopped.
Li Xiuyuan couldn't stand it anymore and ran into the room, hid under the quilt, and slept soundly.
Li Xiuyuan, who woke up from his dream at some point, walked out of the room and stared blankly at the girl wearing a green skirt and boots who held a piece of dogtail grass in her mouth and pushed open the bamboo fence of the yard.
After thinking for a while, I couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"
The girl quickly flew under the eaves in a few steps, circled around Li Xiuyuan twice, frowned and asked: "Little guy, where are you from, and who are you?"
