When Li Xiuyuan went all the way up, he drank a few glasses of spiritual wine in front of the Gao Jianli Stone Tablet on the top of the snow-capped mountains and played the guqin for two days.
When we went down to the middle of the mountain, we saw that it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Along the way down, looking from a distance, the Xilin Temple back then had turned into dust, replaced by newly built temples.
As the old man said, just changing a dynasty makes everything different.
Suddenly, it was reincarnation again.
Returning to the place where the Master once lived, and where the old Taoist priest and the Princess of Northern Qi once practiced cultivation, they all collapsed in the long river of time.
Xiao Hei didn't interact with the Northern Qi Palace that day, so he didn't know what happened to the Northern Qi Palace after Princess Gao Yuer'er ran away from home.
The two wooden houses in front of me look good. I think the old people in my family have come to stay in the mountains from time to time over the years, and they have been repaired from time to time so that they did not fall down.
Pushing the door open, you can see that the wooden house is not very big and is made of beams and columns. It seems much stronger than the old Taoist priest's house that collapsed.
It seems that the craftsmen of the Zhou Palace spent a lot of effort.
In the wooden house, after tidying up, I boiled water and brewed a pot of spiritual tea.
A gust of autumn wind entered the living room, thinking that it would not be long before the morning frost in the mountains would fall, the grass would wither, and the forest would be dyed.
Snow water was simmering on the stove, and the chairs in front of them seemed to be sitting on the chairs of Zhou Dynasty's Li family and Queen Asna.
Xiao Yan'er, who was frightened in the mountains, ran to the door, followed by Xiao Hei who was panting. This fool was holding Qing Qing, who was holding wild flowers in one hand...
Holding a pot of tea, Li Xiuyuan looked at the scene outside the door and was stunned.
He shook his head and gently waved away the memories in his mind. Since the three of them had left with the Immortal Emperor, Xiaoqing and Qingluan, there was no need for him to worry about the situation of the three of them.
After drinking two cups of spiritual tea, I thought about staying here for a few days during the snowy winter.
So he sent a message to Old Man No. 47 in the Imperial City and said, "Please, the shopkeeper, please find some craftsmen to go up the mountain tomorrow and repair this wooden house. We can live in it for many years."
The old man at the foot of the mountain was sitting in the shop selling wine. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go to the market to find some craftsmen later."
Li Xiuyuan said: "When I go to the desert, you can come and stay in the mountains for a while."
A safe place is a safe place for the mind. Even though Li Xiuyuan witnessed the darkest scene in history when he first came to Datang, it still could not stop him from yearning for the future.
Not to mention, far away in the desert there is a monk named Huiming of Karma who he used to be.
On Penglai Island in the East China Sea, there are also Qingyu, Gao Yuer, Ashina, and a little Taoist priest he has never met.
Think about it, after all these years, the old Taoist priest may have ascended and left long ago, right?
After all, when the Immortal Emperor came here to look for Xiao Qing, he gave the old Taoist a great opportunity.
The old man laughed and replied: "You can practice peacefully on the mountain and come back before it snows."
Li Xiuyuan also knew that it was still early for him to experience some things. He was studying when he returned to the foot of the mountain, and he was also studying in the mountains.
In this case, it is better to overlook the imperial city from the mountain and watch the turmoil on the other side.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but said: "By the way, buy some vegetable seeds and hoes and other furniture. I have nothing to do, so why not plant some vegetables."
The old man smiled and said, "I didn't expect that even if you went to the mountains, you wouldn't be able to relax."
Li Xiuyuan put down his tea cup and replied, "You can't breathe the wind and drink the dew. This is the human world."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the house, looking at the open space in front of him, but thinking about the cold fragrance in winter.
So he took an iron sword and went all the way to the place where the master planted the cold plum trees.
The old tree is dying, but new branches are sprouting on the edge.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and simply dug out all the old trees with their roots and new branches together.
We moved up a bit and dug two deep pits at the intersection, and then dug another pit in the garden outside the wooden house.
Several deep pits of different sizes.
I took a bamboo basket and went to the distant woods to pick up a few baskets of fallen leaves and put them in the deep pit. Then I carefully planted the plum branches of different sizes in it.
After planting plum trees, Li Xiuyuan missed the spiritual tea from Wuyu Tianshan. If he had a few seeds, he could plant a tea tree here.
In this way, we won’t be left in vain.
After thinking about it for a while, Li Xiuyuan nagged this idea to the old man at the foot of the mountain.
The old man laughed when he heard it and replied: "This shouldn't be difficult. I'll go look for it. If I plant it this year, I might be able to pick it next spring."
Li Xiuyuan replied: "There is no rush, as long as you plant the seeds, you will reap the harvest one day."
After planting the plum tree, I had nothing to do. I looked up at the empty eaves of the wooden house. After thinking about it, I found a piece of wood to carve on.
Not long after, two words "Yunqi" appeared on the wooden board.
Between the golden hooks and iron paintings, there are two faint sword auras.
As he waved his hand, a faint fire of Nirvana floated across the wooden board, instantly giving off a breath of vicissitudes.
Just as he was nailing the wooden board to the door, a warm voice sounded from behind: "What a cloud, there really is a storm, what a word!"
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he turned around, only to see a young monk in white looking at him with a smile.
Jumping down from the stool, Li Xiuyuan looked at the visitor and smiled: "It's better to meet by chance than to invite. Would you like to come in and have a cup of coarse tea, monk?"
Li Xiuyuan is different from Xiao Hei. As long as they are not evil monks, he is willing to talk to them and even become friends with them.
The young monk clasped his hands and said, "This will disturb the little donor."
After returning to the room, Li Xiuyuan asked the monk to sit down, lit the stove, put some snow water on it, and cleaned the remaining tea in the pot.
The monk looked at the furnishings in the wooden house and couldn't help but ask: "I have passed by this place before, but the door was closed and no one lived there. Where did the donor come from?"
Li Xiuyuan was a little uncomfortable when he heard this. He thought to himself that we just met for the first time, so why should we be so enthusiastic? But after thinking about it for a while, he smiled.
It turns out that you have an innocent heart?
He lowered his head and dropped two pieces of spiritual tea into the purple clay pot, and replied: "Of course it came from where it came from."
When the monk heard this, he was even more shocked. He immediately clasped his hands and said, "Who are you?"
Li Xiuyuan was even more happy when he heard this. He looked at the monk and replied, "I am Li Xiuyuan. I come from where I came from and go to where I am going. Is this satisfactory to the monk?"
The monk couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and murmured to himself: "The monk has asked many donors, you are the first person to talk to the monk like this, how good is it."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the monk's silent expression and couldn't help but ask: "Monk, who are you, where do you come from, and where are you going?"
"Dong dong dong!"
Like three drums and three bells, the monk was overjoyed for a moment, but his brows furrowed even tighter.
I was speechless for a moment.
Li Xiuyuan didn't expect that the monk in front of him would become crazy after hearing this, so he had to reach out and pour him the first cup of spiritual tea.
As the faint aroma of tea rose, he said, "Monk, please have some tea."
As soon as these words came out, the monk suddenly felt like stars were rising from his head. Without saying a word, he picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.
Unlike all the people Li Xiuyuan had met who drank this tea for the first time, Monk Lingcha took it into his mouth without any intention of spitting it out.
Instead, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes like a Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar, sighing softly.
Li Xiuyuan thought to himself that the guy in front of him was an interesting guy. He was able to enjoy this slightly bitter spiritual tea. He was really a wonderful person.
Until the two of them quietly drank a cup of spiritual tea, a faint precious light shone on the monk's body,
Until the monk with a low eyebrow sighed softly.
He slowly said: "This is the most interesting tea I have ever had. I am Sanzang, from Luozhou. As for where I am going... that is just a dream."
"Buzz!"
It resounded in Li Xiuyuan’s divine sea.
Like a flash of lightning and a thunder, for a moment it was like the monk's reaction before, staring blankly at the gentle and upright guy in front of him, speechless.
Tripitaka of the Tang Dynasty was the peerless monk who was going to the west to obtain Buddhist scriptures.
The guy who only appeared in Mr.'s book actually came to the snow-capped mountains without any warning and sat in front of him.
Taking a deep breath, Li Xiuyuan stood up and bowed to the ground.
Holding back his excitement, he said quietly: "Li Xiuyuan has met Master Tripitaka, haha, today is really a good day."
Monk Sanzang, who was holding a cup of spiritual tea, looked at Li Xiuyuan's great gift and couldn't help but frown and asked, "Is it possible that you have heard some rumors about Sanzang?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "No, I'm just happy to see the Buddha."
For some reason, Monk Sanzang always felt that Li Xiuyuan had not finished what he said. It was just the two of them who had just met for the first time, so it was not easy to go into details.
So he clasped his hands and replied, "Today is August 13th, so it's naturally a good day."
Li Xiuyuan nodded when he heard this: "I didn't expect that in two days, it will be the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Sanzang asked: "So what if it's the Mid-Autumn Festival. In the eyes of the monks, there is no difference between this year's Mid-Autumn Festival and last year's."
"In my opinion, there are still some differences."
Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "Last year, people reunited with their families during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is between heaven and earth, and people and ghosts have different paths."
The old man warned Li Xiuyuan not to talk about Xuanwu Gate outside, but it did not prevent him from complaining in front of the monk.
Listening to what Li Xiuyuan said, Monk Sanzang was shocked and speechless for a moment. He couldn't understand why the twelve-year-old boy in front of him had such a sentiment.
Because he knew very well what these words would mean if he said them in a big way.
It's just that he has been practicing Buddhism since he was a child and has a compassionate heart, but he doesn't show much expression on his face, or in his opinion, these are just Li Xiuyuan's unintentional words.
Thinking of this, Monk Sanzang couldn't help but ask: "Why do you live alone in the mountains, Master? Where is your family?"
In Sanzang's eyes, a young man like Li Xiuyuan should have a happy family.
Instead of losing his parents and family happiness in the world like him.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied: "My home is in the Imperial City... If the monk is free in the future, you can come to me and have a few glasses of old wine."
Hearing this, Monk Sanzang couldn't help but smile and said, "I didn't expect that at such a young age, you have already started selling wine. In this case, I have to go and beg you for a few glasses of wine."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said, "Drinking makes the heart happy, and joy breeds virtue."
Thinking about what Monk Sanzang said before, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but ask: "What is the monk's dream? Where do you want to go?"
Although Li Xiuyuan knew some of the stories about the monk Sanzang in front of him, but the real person was here, he still couldn't help but ask.
Perhaps it is due to human curiosity.
Monk Sanzang was startled when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly and said: "The Buddhist scriptures of the Tang Dynasty are incomplete, and some Buddhist temples even do not have a complete volume of scriptures..."
"So? What do you want, monk?" Li Xiuyuan asked quietly.
Sanzang's face showed compassion like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and a faint Buddha's light flashed on his body.
Li Xiuyuan was speechless for a moment.
Sanzang thought for a while, looked at Li Xiuyuan and replied seriously: "I heard that there is a temple in Western India called Landa. I want to go here to obtain the true scriptures."
