Li Xiuyuan murmured: "There is a temple in Western Tianzhu called Landa... It turns out that where is the place where your dream begins, monk."
He was talking about the majestic temple that Monk Tripitaka wanted to go to.
But in his mind, he was thinking about the abandoned small temple that Xiao Hei passed by in Beiqi.
It turns out that there are such similarities between heaven and earth.
The difference is that the Landa Temple in the West is a holy place in the hearts of Buddhist practitioners, and it will be the place where the dream of monk Tripitaka begins.
While adding snow water to the pot and continuing to boil water, he sighed softly.
I wonder where my dream will be?
Monk Sanzang didn't expect Li Xiuyuan's reaction to be so big. He couldn't help but smile: "Is it possible that the little donor also wants to become a monk and practice Buddhism?"
The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. From Sanzang's point of view, as long as Li Xiuyuan wanted to enter Buddhism, he was willing to guide him.
Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "I can't enter Buddhism for the time being. Thank you, monk, for your kindness."
Monk Sanzang did not expect Li Xiuyuan to reject his proposal without thinking. He smiled lightly and said, "Actually, you can practice Buddhism without becoming a monk."
Unexpectedly, this statement was Li Xiuyuan's favorite truth.
He has been practicing Buddhism since he was a child. He has been practicing in the monastery for countless years. Compared with the monk Sanzang in front of him, he has suffered as much as Sanzang.
But he also understood that because he had to practice and recite the Buddha's name, he actually didn't read many volumes of the Buddhist scriptures.
But the guy in front of him is the Tripitaka monk who is known by the world as an excellent master of the Sutra, Vinaya and Commentaries. In the end, his cultivation on the Buddhist path should surpass his own.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Monk is compassionate."
Sanzang smiled when he heard this, thinking that since you don't want to practice Buddhism, you don't need to worry about it anymore.
Instead, he pointed to a few newly planted plum trees outside the door and asked, "Isn't it easy to transplant plum trees this season?" qδ
Li Xiuyuan suddenly saw the unintentional shadow of the Prajna Temple in Monk Sanzang.
The difference is that although Wu Xin has a firm Buddhist heart, he is obsessed with the love of the three worlds, and finally ends up in a dilemma where he can have both peace and harmony in this world.
The monk Tripitaka in front of him was obviously very persevering and persevering in his devotion to Buddhism. No one in the world could shake his devotion to the Buddha.
I sighed again and again in my heart, but a faint smile appeared on my face.
He replied: "It doesn't matter. Since I transplanted them here, I just want to spread out more branches and leaves, and have more cold fragrance in winter... I have a way to keep them alive."
Pointing to the spiritual tea in the pot, he said, "This tea is only for heaven. I'll give it to them to taste later."
At this point, Monk Sanzang remembered the spiritual tea in the cup.
He had also visited countless monasteries and received offerings from officials and businessmen in the world, but when had he ever drank such spiritual tea?
Li Xiuyuan's words that this tea should only be found in heaven made him think of more things in an instant.
Then with a faint smile on his face, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "So, Sanzang and the donor do have some unforgettable fate."
With a thought in his heart, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but say: "Buddha said that fate in the world cannot be obtained, and if you cannot get it, you can't give it up. A monk should give up fate in the world."
The speaker was unintentional, but monk Sanzang couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.
Do you think you are the legendary prophet?
Sighing, Youyou said: "Fate gathers, fate disperses, fate dies, I can't ask for it, I can't keep it, I can't let it go... Actually, there is another thing the donor didn't say, that is, I can't let it go."
Li Xiuyuan was speechless for a moment.
Xindao himself has been trying to let go since he left the Great Buddhist Temple at the foot of Litian Mountain and left his parents in Fengyun City.
Just like the old Taoist master asked him to recite and stop reciting.
I have also thought about and stopped thinking about those guys in the wild world, and I have also told Chu Feng and Hua Tianyu in the Shura Heaven Realm not to think about myself anymore.
Even finally returned to the imperial city of the Five Regions and the Fuchun River
I went to a small town where I met Xiaolian who was selling apricot flowers in the spring rain.
Aren't you just trying to let go?
Until now, he didn't know if he had let it go. Only in the dead of night, he would occasionally think of those bits and pieces of those years.
This is the secret in his heart, and naturally he cannot let the monk in front of him touch it.
So he smiled faintly and said, "Monk, have you let go of the past again?"
Upon hearing this, Sanzang calmly said, "My past is very simple. I was very sad when my mother left. Later, my father also left me, so I followed my brother and left my hometown..."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he felt a pain in his chest.
Monk Tripitaka's words made him think of the day when he would be separated from his parents, and also of the past when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva under the abyss studied Buddhism for his mother.
He picked up the pot and poured some spiritual tea into the monk's cup.
He said quietly: "There are many wronged souls in the Tang Dynasty. Monk, you want to incarnate as Ksitigarbha and exorcise all the wronged souls in the human world."
Sanzang was startled when he heard this, and then an indescribable expression appeared on his face.
He sighed silently: "How dare Tripitaka dare to compare with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Since I have entered Buddhism, I should take it as my joy to practice the supreme Buddhist scriptures and my responsibility to bring the supreme scriptures to the world."
"Then you will have to suffer a lot... What if the people of the world don't cherish the true scriptures that you have sought through thousands of mountains and rivers, and don't follow the teachings of Buddhism?"
After pausing for a moment, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said seriously: "I have seen demons in temples. I'm afraid Sanzang, you can't think of it, right?"
"It's not that you can become a Buddha just by entering a temple or a Buddhist hall and putting on monk's robes. In many cases, there are more demons than Buddhas in the temple..."
Sighing faintly, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and asked, "So, monk, do you want to practice and save the world?"
Not to mention Tianluo City at the foot of Mount Xumi, which was the temple of the previous Great Zhou Dynasty. How many people are there who sincerely practice Buddhism?
When the abbot and a group of monks were dazzled by the temple's harvest, they only saw golden money in their hearts, and there were no more Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the altar.
Now that there is a past, it is inevitable that temples after the Tang Dynasty will follow the footsteps of the Zhou Dynasty?
After thinking for a while, Li Xiuyuan looked at Sanzang and continued: "Buddha said that if samadhi is not eradicated, greed, anger, and ignorance will captivate your eyes."
When Sanzang heard this, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "If the donor had never practiced Buddhism, Sanzang would never believe it. It is really a blessing to see him today."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, thinking that he accidentally said too much.
Before he could think of how to reply, he heard footsteps and voices in the mountains.
Not long after, the old man Hong Yuanhai came to the wooden house with a group of craftsmen.
With only the sound of the old man and craftsmen discussing the repairs of the wooden house outside the house, Li Xiuyuan could only say to Sanzang: "I haven't lived in this house for a long time, and today I asked the craftsmen to come..."
When Monk Sanzang saw him, he thought that today was not the right time.
Immediately he stood up and said to Li Xiuyuan, "Well, I will come back to Disciple Li on this day to ask for advice on Buddhism."
Li Xiuyuan accompanied Sanzang out of the living room, waved to the old man and said, "Shopkeeper, you can do whatever you want. I'll see the guests off. I'll be there in a moment."
The old man obviously did not expect that Li Xiuyuan would meet an acquaintance when he first entered the forest. Upon closer inspection, he saw a young monk following Li Xiuyuan.
He couldn't help but be stunned, and then smiled: "The ground in front of here has just been moved, so there shouldn't be any need to plow it, right?"
"No, I can't touch this garden. I just need to renovate the house."
Waving his hand, Li Xiuyuan walked out with Monk Sanzang.
The two came to the intersection between the mountains and looked at the imperial city under the white clouds from a distance. They thought about the war not long ago and saw that there were two completely different worlds between the snowy mountains.
The current Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty is a completely new world.
But the beauty here inevitably reminded Li Xiuyuan of that fight in the summer that was darker than the night.
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Standing at the intersection, looking at the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky, Li Xiuyuan did not feel any sense of ecstasy.
But I thought about what monk Tripitaka said before: fate gathers, fate disperses, fate dies, cannot ask for, cannot keep, cannot let go...
Clouds are born, clouds are destroyed, clouds are reunited, conditions arise and conditions are reunited and conditions are separated, haha, these are all the different aspects of life.
The two of them looked up and saw that the green mountains were gradually becoming less dense and the trees were about to dye them. They saw that another year of late autumn was approaching.
The imperial city above the snow-capped mountains and under the clouds were two completely different worlds.
Monk Sanzang walked to Li Xiuyuan and looked far down the mountain.
The two people's eyes fell under the clouds, and they saw Chang'an Imperial City. The golden sunlight passed through the thin clouds and shone on the glazed eaves of the palace, reflecting a faint golden color.
The most spectacular city in the Tang Empire, in Sanzang's eyes, it was the largest and most majestic town in the world.
For Li Xiuyuan, this is a sinful city that has just been washed away with blood.
Monk Sanzang looked at the imperial city under the sun, thinking about his long journey that had yet to be settled.
I had mixed feelings for a while and was speechless for a long time.
After a long time, he murmured softly: "Buddha said that all appearances are not appearances, but Tripitaka still likes this majestic city."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly, thinking that the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the close of the Han Dynasty, the wars of the Zhou Dynasty and the sky of the Sui Dynasty, could not match the great ambition of King Qin of the Tang Dynasty in the end.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but say: "This imperial city has always been beautiful."
Sanzang said quietly: "The people who built this majestic city must have been amazing."
Li Xiuyuan waved his hand, just like he waved goodbye to King Qin Yingzheng on that starry night, which immediately made his heart rise.
He laughed and said, "What's so great about the people who built the city? What's so great is the man who conquered the Six Kingdoms back then."
Sanzang was startled.
Then I remembered something, looked at the Chang'an Imperial City in the distance, and couldn't help but smile, as if I were looking at the Buddha in front of the main hall.
In his opinion, this is a city that needs to be saved with boundless Dharma.
His great ambition is to go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures and then educate all living beings here.
In Li Xiuyuan's eyes, the imperial city is like a monster that has just had enough to eat and drink. He doesn't know when it will wake up next, and how many innocent people the monster will devour after it wakes up.
Sanzang is looking at his own city of Chang'an.
In Li Xiuyuan's eyes, he still saw the majestic city of the Qin Dynasty that conquered the six kingdoms.
"There are so many interruptions today. I look forward to drinking wine with Donor Li next time."
When Monk Tripitaka saw the Imperial City of Chang'an on the snowy mountain, he was very satisfied. He was going down the mountain to continue his practice in the Buddhist temple.
Li Xiuyuan clasped his hands and replied, "I have wine waiting for the monk."
With a wave of his hand, Li Xiuyuan sent away the unexpected visitor, but he was very happy in his heart. This guy actually came to his side.
Looking at the back of Monk Sanzang walking on the mountain road, an indescribable emotion surged into Li Xiuyuan's heart.
The previous uneasy feelings towards the Emperor of Tang Dynasty were all gone at this moment.
In his eyes, Tripitaka was just like Ksitigarbha who had lost all his family wealth when his mother died and fell into the abyss after learning Buddhism. Both of them had the courage to face death.
The Imperial City of Chang'an under the clouds was silent and silent, whether it was the bright moon from the Qin Dynasty or the coming full moon.
In his opinion, Chang'an Imperial City was originally a cold, boring, and even dark majestic city.
But because of a compassionate person like Sanzang, there was suddenly a little more vitality...
