The monk Sanzang suddenly appeared and left like a thunderbolt.
Li Xiuyuan and the old man Hong Yuanhai moved the tea table and chairs to the garden in front of the house. When the air was high and refreshing, they looked at the mountain scenery and brewed a pot of spiritual tea.
This is a beautiful thing that no master in the Qin Dynasty has ever enjoyed.
Many craftsmen came, even bringing tools and board materials, and started repairing while inspecting the wood of the beams that needed to be replaced.
Waiting for replacement in a few days.
The old man put the snacks he had brought on the table, pointed in the direction down the mountain and asked, "Do you know the monk who just came here? By the way, when you were in Dazhou, your relationship with them was not very good."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "He is a guy you would never expect, a guy who can change the Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty, the people, and even history."
The old man handed Li Xiuyuan the vegetables he bought from the market.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Who is it? A person who can change the Tang Dynasty... Could it be the prince?"
"Even the prince is probably not as powerful as him."
Li Xiuyuan looked at a white cloud floating in the sky and sighed: "He is the monk Tripitaka of the Tang Dynasty who shocked thousands of people in this world. He is an eminent monk who is going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures."
Looking at the disbelieving look in the old man's eyes, he shook his head and said, "Don't look at his appearance now. He will be someone that even the emperor of the contemporary Tang Dynasty cannot reach. He is a distinguished monk who has been sent to hundreds of countries."
From Li Xiuyuan's point of view, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty could not catch his eye.
But Monk Tripitaka was able to travel all the way west, deal with officials from hundreds of countries, and pass customs all the way, not to mention facing countless bandits and troubles on the way.
The two of them only met briefly today, but Li Xiuyuan was already interested.
Perhaps, I could accompany him for a while, and he just wanted to go to the desert to see that guy Huiming.
The old man was startled when he heard this, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked in confusion: "Monk Sanzang? Is he very powerful?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied leisurely: "When he comes back from studying for Buddhist scriptures, even I will have to call him Master..."
"Buddha said: Only eminent monks who are excellent in the Sutra, Vinaya and Commentary can be called Tripitaka masters by Buddhism."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said seriously: "It is recorded in the book I put in the house. You can look for it when you are free. He is the legend of the Tang Dynasty."
The old man took a breath when he heard this and couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect that you would meet the legendary eminent monk here. You wouldn't refuse such an opportunity, right?"
Li Xiuyuan picked up the boiling snow water and dropped it into the purple sand.
He replied quietly: "It depends on when he can see Emperor Tang and when he sets off from Chang'an..."
In his opinion, if the route is not much different, the worst he can do is go to the desert to find Monk Huiming first.
Wait until Monk Sanzang comes, and then go forward together.
However, when he thought that Monk Tripitaka would spend more than ten years on the road to obtain scriptures, he had been practicing in Prajna Temple for nearly ten years.
Compared with Sanzang in front of him, it was nothing.
Li Xiuyuan picked up the tea cup and blew lightly, and replied: "I don't have that much time to accompany him to the end of the walk. It's good to walk a part of the way at most."
As far as Li Xiuyuan is concerned, even the old monk does not need him to be with Sanzang.
He went all the way to the Western Regions just to see the scenery there and meet an unexpected person on the way.
He has not just walked thousands of miles.
Both of them are Buddhists, but Li Xiuyuan is not just a Buddhist.
…
Although there is no frost in the autumn morning, there is still a lingering chill when I wake up in the morning.
Alone in the mountains, looking at the Great Wall and Imperial City in the morning mist, Li Xiuyuan said to himself in a daze.
"I wanted to say it, but I wanted to say it, but I wanted to say it was cold, but it was a cool autumn..."
Half of the craftsmen on the mountain stayed in the mountain to continue repairing the wooden houses. They got up early and started hammering non-stop. Some craftsmen went down the mountain last night.
Go to the market to buy materials for repairing the wooden house.
The old man couldn't sit still, so he went to cook as soon as he got up early, and arranged for the craftsmen to eat quickly and start work.
Li Xiuyuan practiced swordsmanship in the morning breeze for an hour. At the moment, he didn't care how many fallen flowers he could chop down, but practiced as much as he wanted.
After breakfast, he took the hoe the old man brought from the mountain and started digging in the garden in front of the door.
Although it was almost winter, he still wanted to plow some land and plant some winter seasonal vegetables.
The old man found some purple bamboo from somewhere and threw it outside the garden. He looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Would you like me to help you plant a circle of these bamboos?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "I can do it myself, no need to trouble you."
The mountain was as lonely as snow, and it was rare that he could get his hands dirty with something. How could he ask the old man to help?
Fortunately, the old man would not disrupt Li Xiuyuan's plan. He smiled and said, "We will be busy for another day today. Tomorrow the craftsmen will have a day off and go home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Is it Mid-Autumn Festival again?"
While cleaning the purple bamboo brought by the old man, Li Xiuyuan replied thoughtfully: "Last time during the Mid-Autumn Festival, we were still a big family in the imperial city at the foot of the mountain..."
For Li Xiuyuan, being able to live quietly in the imperial city with Qingqing, Yan'er, Shuzi and others for two years was considered as enjoying the happiness of a family.
Although Qingqing was not Xiaoqing at that time.
Although Xiaoqing regained her memories of the past after the Buddha bone relics were put into her body, so what?
In the years to come, it will be the fate of Xiaoqing and Xiaohei. I didn't expect that the love I owed to that boy Chu Feng would eventually fall on Xiao Hei.
Every drink and peck between heaven and earth is really destined in the past life.
Who would have thought that a group of undead dragon souls that Mu Mu even played with the dragon beads would turn into a dragon in the end?
Was he washed away from the dragon body behind him and turned into an ancient golden crow?
The current Tang Dynasty will be his own world without Xiao Hei, Shu Zi and Xiao Hu.
Even the old man who was guarding him didn't know when he would be waved away by his master.
In a world of one person, he wanted to see what kind of adventures he would encounter in the long Tang Dynasty.
As the sun set, Li Xiuyuan declined the old man's company, saying that he wanted to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival quietly.
Fortunately, the old man brought a lot of ingredients because of his craftsmanship. Even if Li Xiuyuan lives alone in the mountains, he will not be short of food and clothing, let alone a glass of Yingyue's spiritual wine.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Xiuyuan spent half a day planting a circle of purple bamboo outside the garden.
As autumn passes and winter solstice comes, next spring there will be a lush bamboo forest.
In the afternoon, the dug vegetable plot was sprinkled with vegetable seeds brought by the old man from the mountain, and a dozen tea trees were planted in the sunny area behind the house.
I was busy until Shen Shi, cleaning up the front and back of the house.
I fetched two buckets of snow water and thought about adding some of the sacred springs brought back from the Netherworld and Two Rivers into them.
Sanzang said that it would be difficult for the plum trees to survive if they were transplanted in autumn, but he did not tell Sanzang that he had a treasure that was incredible.
First, I poured water to water more than a dozen plum trees at the intersection and in the garden, and then I poured some diluted snow-capped mountain water on the tea trees behind the house.
Finally, I diluted it some more and added a bucket of snow water to it, which was used to water the vegetable patch and a circle of purple bamboo in the garden.
After pouring the last bucket of water, he washed himself from top to bottom.
The white shirt he was wearing was washed and hung to dry behind the house, but he changed into a black gown brought from Tianyu City.
Even though it was the Mid-Autumn Festival alone, he still had to be clean and watch the moon alone.
Sitting under the eaves, boiling a pot of snow water to make tea, Li Xiuyuan, who had been busy all day, leaned on his chair and closed his eyes unknowingly.
The Tang Dynasty at that time was a world without gods.
But before and after the wooden house, a miracle happened while Li Xiuyuan was sleeping.
Afraid that the transplanted plum trees would not survive, and that the tea trees behind the house would not taste like those from Tianshan Mountain, Li Xiuyuan took out the most precious divine water from the Divine River in the world.
Although it is only a few drops, it is enough to change the world and the world in front and behind the wooden house.
First, the purple bamboo grew wildly, and soon the entire garden was surrounded, forming an airtight purple bamboo courtyard.
The plum trees on the road and in the garden are also sprouting, growing, and sprouting again...
It looks like a plum tree that has been planted for decades, just waiting for the snow in winter to bloom with a charming cold fragrance...
The tea tree behind the house also started to sprout green seedlings, growing upwards, and soon it looked like the tea tree Mr. had planted for decades on the Wuyu Tianshan Mountains.
I can see that when spring comes next year, the lush Snow Mountain Spirit Tea will be immortalized.
And the green vegetables just planted today, the radishes have grown as thick as calves, and the leaves are fat, tender and delicious...
Even the old trees in front of and behind the house that were about to wither came back to life in the blink of an eye...
In front of Yunqi Hall, it turned into a small house in a paradise in the blink of an eye.
…
In the dream, Li Xiuyuan came to the backyard of Tianxiang Winery in Tianyu City, looked at the old man lying on the chair and shouted: "Master, I miss you so much."
The old man who was taking a nap shivered and stared blankly at the young man in front of him.
After a while, he said: "Xiu Yuan, you are here. Master misses you as much as you do."
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said: "I am in another world, and it must be the spirit in my dream that came to see you, old man."
Mo Daozi sighed, thought about what was wrong, and blurted out: "You had grown up a lot when you left. Why is that?"
Looking at the young man in front of him who was the same as when he first met Li Xiuyuan, even the old man who saw the Mahayana realm couldn't help but marvel.
From the perspective of the elderly, it is understandable to rejuvenate oneself.
It's just that my precious disciple has been gone for who knows how many years. How is this possible? Or are you in a dream?
After thinking for a while, the old man rubbed his eyes hard.
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "Master, this is not in your dream. What happened to the disciple is difficult to explain in words. I can only wait to return to Tianyu City one day and tell you in detail."
The old man nodded, sat up, reached out and lit the stove in front of the table.
He said with great emotion: "Since I'm here, I'll sit with you for a while and have a cup of spiritual tea before we talk."
Looking at everything familiar in front of him, Li Xiuyuan didn't know when he would be able to return here, let alone whether the old man's body was well enough to wait until the day he broke this small world.
After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Master, how is your current cultivation level?"
After speaking, he picked up the teapot on the table and dropped a few pieces of spiritual tea into it. In his opinion, if the master could be the same as the master of Xuanwu Continent, Nalan Ruoyu.
When one day I can wait for the Heavenly Dao of this world to be completed, break the void and leave.
The old man looked at him and smiled bitterly: "I have already seen the threshold of the Mahayana realm, but no matter how hard I have practiced over the years, I have never been able to realize the opportunity to break through."
"That's it..."
Picking up the freshly boiled spring water on the table, Li Xiuyuan slowly poured it into the pot. He didn't add it to the cup until he thought about the faint aroma of tea.
He looked at the old man and said, "I can't rush this matter. Let's wait for the disciple to come back... Please have tea."
The old man also knew that there was no need to rush, so he picked up the cup, thought for a moment and asked, "Xiu Yuan, what is your current level of cultivation? Why can't even my master see your level?"
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "The disciple is just what the master saw, without a trace of cultivation..."
The old man was startled when he heard this and couldn't help but ask: "How is it possible? When you left back then..."
"Master, drink tea first while it's hot." Li Xiuyuan picked up the teacup in front of him and said softly.
The old man nodded, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Then, I was stunned and speechless...
