What makes Po Meng feel incredible is that the old monk did not reason with him or explain to him during this trip.
As the old Taoist priest said, he wants his disciples to walk on a different path and walk out on their own path.
There is no need for Lao Shang to explain the formless golden body, because one has to rely on oneself to realize it.
Po Meng has unintentionally realized the way of life and death on the Wanli River. This is something that neither the old Taoist priest nor the old monk can understand.
Because they don’t know that the Avenue of Life and Death and the Avenue of Yin and Yang are actually already in Po Meng’s divine sea.
The only thing that made Po Meng happy was that the old monk stayed here for five whole days and did not leave quietly until the early morning of the sixth day, just like he came quietly.
He didn't say goodbye to Po Meng. Perhaps in the old monk's view, time never ended, so there was no need to say goodbye.
Po Meng, who went up the mountain to collect elixirs, looked at the snowy and foggy yard in the back mountain, thinking that in a few days she would be able to rinse the jars, wash rice, and make wine.
My sword-drawing skills are not as fast as lightning, my snow-cutting sword is not as fast as cutting off three or four flowers with one stroke. Is this the beginning of spring?
As spring goes and spring comes again, Po Meng’s practice has changed.
Get up early every day and go to the mountains to collect herbs, come back to wash rice and make wine, go to the bridge to make soup at noon, and continue to make wine in the afternoon.
She goes to the bridge to blow the wind for two hours at night. This is her practice day after day.
It was like a hundred years of solitude, and he was even lonelier than that hundred years.
Because Qingluan has been by her side for hundreds of years. Although she is just a frail woman, she can still eat, chat with him, and go to the back mountains with her to collect medicine.
We even went to the bridge to cook soup and make wine together.
And now, after the old monk left, she continued to practice alone.
The King of Qin burned books in Da Qin, but Po Meng did not burn them.
She copied the bamboo slips she brought from Da Qin and piled them in the eldest sister's room and living room, turning the small living room into a mountain of books.
Let these bamboo slips slowly gather dust in the eldest sister's yard, become the past, and then rot in the long years.
How much she knows about spring flowers and autumn moon, she doesn’t know.
Time passed slowly in the wind on the Wangchuan Bridge, when she unknowingly filled the two wooden sheds in the yard with wine jars.
King Guang of Qin came three times on behalf of Ksitigarbha and took away several jars of spiritual wine.
When the old monk came once, he took away the old Taoist priest and the spiritual wine he wanted to drink.
When he chopped off five or six snowflakes with one sword.
He has forgotten how many years he has spent here.
Because she drank too much soup and listened to too many stories on the bridge over the years. Many of the stories were heard today and forgotten tomorrow.
Guys crossing the bridge are always making the same mistakes they made yesterday.
And Po Meng no longer wanted to shed her tears in other people's stories.
Just when she thought her heart was as solid as a rock and unbreakable, a gust of spring breeze brought a few apricot flower petals.
The light breeze turned him into a young man returning to the River of Forgetfulness.
When he looked up, he saw the smiling eldest sister standing at the end of the bridge looking at his younger brother who was squatting in front of the stove making soup. His eyes were hot and the boy couldn't help but throw himself into the eldest sister's arms.
He murmured: "Sister, why do I feel lonelier this time than the last time I stayed for a hundred years?"
Po Meng touched his head and said quietly: "Silly brother, Qingluan was with you last time, so naturally you won't be as lonely as this time."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "This time, how many years has the eldest sister been here?"
He did not ask where the group had gone, because that was not what he wanted to care about. He only cared about whether he would miss the break in front of the grotto due to the wind and snow blowing here for several years.
Po Meng touched his head and sighed softly: "It's only been seven years... Is the soup ready? You can go home for dinner."
"go home?"
Li Xiuyuan then remembered, looked at her and asked, "Where is my sister Xiao Ling'er? Where is Long Potian?" Qingluan and Long Qingyun will definitely not come back.
What he cares about is where Xiao Ling'er goes.
Po Meng opened the lid of the pot, took a spoonful of soup and tasted it, then covered it gently and said with a gentle smile: "The soup is ready, let's go back, Xiao Ling'er is cooking."
Li Xiuyuan removed the firewood from the stove, looked back at the stone bridge in the spring breeze, and sighed softly.
He smiled and said: "After this farewell, I don't know when I will be able to come back."
Po Meng took his hand and walked under the bridge, giggling: "This bridge is not a good place, what is there to miss?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "I owe King Qin Guang another favor on this bridge. Fortunately, I brewed some spiritual wine for him over the years."
While walking, Li Xiuyuan told Po Meng the story of Su Quan and Xiaoyu.
At the last moment, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Fortunately, at the last moment, I met these two guys who have disappeared from my life on my bridge. Otherwise, these two people would only have this life and no afterlife."
Po Meng was startled and murmured: "You are so brave, you actually asked these two guys to be the followers of the Tenth Palace of Hell."
"Brother is back, wash your hands and eat quickly."
While she was talking, Po Meng pushed aside the bamboo fence, and the girl under the eaves was waving to him. Long Potian, who was two years older, laughed and said, "We are back again."
"Just come back, welcome home."
Li Xiuyuan chuckled and said, "I was exhausted while you were away. You won't have to make wine in the next few years."
After washing, Li Xiuyuan pointed to the wine jars piled under the eaves and said, "The favor I owe has been repaid. I will take half of the wine here and leave the rest to you."
Little Ling'er, who was also two years older, came over and held his hand.
He asked softly: "Long Potian and I have grown taller, why hasn't my brother changed at all in these years? Second sister and Qinglong will not come back for the time being..."
The four of them sat down next to each other at the table, and Long Potian, who had become a good boy, served the four of them food.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at Long Potian and said, "I have met your master. He said that you will be free in the future and you can deny that he once had a master..."
"My master is here? When did you mention me?" Long Potian was startled. After all, he was scared to death of his master back then.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "He is an old friend of mine. I said that from the day you met me, you and Qinglong were reborn and are free."
Long Potian shook his head: "Forget it, I never hated him, the master is still my master."
Xiao Ling'er patted Long Potian's little hand and chuckled: "Okay, you will be free from now on. I asked you to follow that guy Long Qingyun, but you have to come back here with me."
Po Meng patted the table: "I'm hungry, brother, let's have a drink."
When the three of them came back, it was the day Li Xiuyuan left. This was the agreement between the siblings for many years. She felt a little reluctant to let go, but she had no choice but to do so.
Because Li Xiuyuan of Great Qin is about to break through the realm and overcome the tribulation.
Li Xiuyuan took out a pot of wine from the bookshelf, knocked it away, and poured it into the cups of the four of them: "This wine was made the year you just left. I also brewed apricot meat with honey and put it on the eldest sister and Xiao Ling'er. In the house..."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling'er squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "This is a treasure. Xiao Ling'er hasn't eaten it for many years. I have to try it later."
Po Meng took a sip of the spiritual wine and couldn't help but frowning and asked: "This spiritual medicine was not picked from the back mountain, where did it come from?"
Li Xiuyuan pointed at Long Potian and smiled: "His master brought it. If you want to drink, you have to bring your own materials. Am I a poor man?"
Po Meng took a sip of wine and smiled: "It seems that you haven't been lonely in these years, right?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at Xiao Linger and Long Potian and sighed.
He smiled bitterly and said: "It will be good if they can stay for two days. After I leave, you two can follow the eldest sister to practice slowly. Don't be impatient."
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Xiao Ling'er nodded gently: "Is brother going to leave us?"
Li Xiuyuan took a sip of spiritual wine and said with a wry smile: "Believe it or not, I will be struck by lightning in the ice and snow when I go back. Sister, do you want to try it together?"
"don't want."
With tears in her eyes, Xiao Ling'er looked at him and reluctantly replied: "When brother finishes his own affairs, come back to Xiao Ling'er."
Long Potian shook his head, thought for a moment and said, "Don't be afraid, little Ling'er. When we get better, we can go and play with him."
Po Meng was stunned, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Is it okay?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at the three of them and smiled bitterly: "It seems that the place I want to go to is even my master. If I wait until little Ling'er grows up to that day, I'm afraid it won't be necessary."
Xiao Ling'er and Long Potian are growing up, and so is he.
Maybe it wasn't Xiao Ling'er who came to him, but he came to see Xiao Ling'er and Qingluan, maybe.
Mrs. Meng understood what he meant, so she picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Come on, let's have a drink. Let's worry about tomorrow's matters and the headache tomorrow."
Now tell Long Potian and Xiao Linger about the past, present and future.
Even Meng Po knew that it seemed a little too early. After all, both of them were reborn and needed more time to grow up slowly in this river of forgetfulness like Qingluan.
After drinking a glass of spirit wine, Long Potian opened his mouth and asked helplessly: "Senior sister, Li Xiuyuan, where is your current world? Why can't Xiao Ling'er and I go?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment, patted his shoulder heavily, and said, "If you can return to Mingyue Village in the prehistoric world with Xiao Ling'er now, you should be able to find me."
Xiao Ling'er glared at Long Potian, held the wine jar and poured wine into Po Meng's cup.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Don't be lazy in the future. Let's try to go back to see my parents and brother as soon as possible."
Li Xiuyuan was startled and quickly corrected him: "Sister, don't think like that. Your relationship with them has been over since you left the ancient world."
The flow of time in each world is different, and he doesn't think that Xiao Ling'er's relatives in the ancient world can still wait for her return.
If what awaits her then is a handful of loess, I'm afraid she will have to suffer for several more years.
Xiao Ling'er shook her head, bit her lip and said, "No matter what, Xiao Ling'er will go back and have a look, even if it takes another hundred years or more to practice."
Po Meng glanced at Li Xiuyuan, changed the subject, and asked calmly: "Brother, are you lazy? Should I go up the mountain to collect the elixir tomorrow?"
Li Xiuyuan spread his hands: "Actually, what I want to know is if I can see the apricot flowers in the yard bloom again... Sister can be lazy for ten and a half days, it won't be a problem."
Po Meng looked at Xiao Ling'er's appearance and laughed loudly: "When you go back and finish the tribulation, the apricot flowers there will almost bloom, right?"
A gust of spring breeze blew outside the living room, and the apricot blossoms on the branches revealed their thin buds. It was clear that this time Li Xiuyuan did not want to see them blooming in the spring.
After rebirth, Long Potian seemed to be a different person, and in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, he was like the boy next door.
Only Xiao Ling'er's face had a slight change, becoming more deserted and a little more sad...
Leng Qing looked into Li Xiuyuan's eyes and thought that this was the look the Nine Heavens Goddess should have.
But that touch of sadness was for me who was about to leave, or for little Ling'er's parents and brother in this life who were far away in the wild world.
Suddenly he remembered the request that Ksitigarbha once made to himself, and thought to himself that if he could become Ksitigarbha in the sun, would he be able to eliminate the pain of love, separation, and resentment in Xiao Ling'er's heart?
Looking at the three people in front of him, Li Xiuyuan suddenly said: "If I transform into Ksitigarbha one day, I will wipe away the eight sufferings in your hearts."
