"Ding dong!" A sound broke the silence on the snow-capped mountains.
"Ding dong!" A sound fell from the snow-capped mountains and spread towards the temple at the foot of the mountain.
In a certain Buddhist hall, the monk Tripitaka who was sitting in the Buddhist hall was reciting Buddhist sutras with his head lowered. Unexpectedly, a sudden sound of a piano flew into the Buddhist hall and opened his heartstrings.
Sanzang originally had his own happy family, but his loving mother passed away when he was five years old...
After that, he lived with his father and enjoyed a few happy years. He was just jealous of him, but five years later, when he was ten years old, his father unfortunately passed away.
Sanzang, whose parents died when he was young, felt as if the sky was about to collapse. Fortunately, this year he followed his brother to Baima Temple and became a monk.
Fortunately, my brother is also a famous eminent monk, and is respected as Master Changjie by the world.
After three years of practicing in the White Horse Temple, Tripitaka was finally ordained and given the Buddhist name Xuanzang... Since then, there has been one less talented man named Chen in the world and one more Tripitaka.
Just a faint sound of a piano that passed through the void made Sanzang, who was sitting quietly on the Buddhist altar, feel like he had returned to his loving mother. For a moment, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
With tears in his eyes, Sanzang muttered in a low voice: "One day and one night, ten thousand deaths and ten thousand lives, I beg you not to be able to stay even for a moment..."
In the Buddhist hall, a ray of moonlight filtered through the glazed tiles and fell faintly on Sanzang. A faint Buddha light rose up.
On the Buddhist altar, the one with low eyebrows and compassionate eyes is the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva whom Li Xiuyuan always talks about.
The stars are dim and the moon is dim.
It shines quietly on the mountains, rivers and land, and also on Li Xiuyuan who lowers his head to play the piano.
Today, he played the song "Happy Flowers and Full Moon" that he seldom played.
There are few flowers in the mountains, but he has no flowers in his heart. There are only a few trees with cold plum blossoms in the winter snow. When apricot trees are planted next year, the scenery here will be completely different.
The sound of the piano is long and slow, like the moonlight falling from the sky.
Gently comfort the girl Jue'er who looked a little panicked in her dream, and the middle-aged man with a frown on his face.
At this time, the spiritual energy in the belly of the father and daughter was like a mountain stream rushing through their meridians. It was not only the girl in the dream who felt uncomfortable.
Even his father had to frown tightly, sweating all over his body as if he was poisoned.
Fortunately, a long and leisurely sound of the piano was like a breeze in the mountains, carrying these flustered creeks gurgling towards the mountains.
It was like a pair of gentle hands, gently comforting the frightened father and daughter.
Before the song ended, the frowns between the two gradually relaxed. The girl in the dream snored gently, and the man in the dream sighed quietly.
The moonlight was dim, Li Xiuyuan looked up at the sky and murmured.
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. Nung, moon and new moon.
It was night, and for Li Xiuyuan, it was the most troublesome night.
It's not because he was busy planting plants in front of and behind the house during the day.
It wasn't because of his eternal dream that he came to Tianyu Street above the nine heavens and struggled with the master.
But because of the old man's words, the memory that had been sealed deep in his heart was opened again.
It turns out that the old Taoist priest said to stop reciting, but it is really difficult to stop reciting.
After the song, I returned to the table and made a pot of tea.
Thinking about the young man in the former Fengyun City, thinking about the girl in red in the General's Mansion, thinking about the way he walked through a city carrying a bowl of water.
Think about it, inadvertently, I have become the gentleman in Fengyun City back then.
A closed heart makes it difficult for others to get close to you.
Under Li Hongxiu's fierce attack, and under his own words intentionally or unintentionally, the gentleman who was ignorant of love actually turned into a person with a long life and a full moon.
What about yourself?
Could it be Mu Mu and Nangong Ruyu who have gone to live in Xinghua Valley?
When the moon was at its peak, Sanzang in the Buddhist hall at the foot of the mountain had already fallen into a childhood dream. Li Xiuyuan on the mountain was still holding a cup of spiritual tea, looking at the moon and sighing.
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On the morning of the 16th, when the old man came up the mountain with a group of craftsmen, Li Xiuyuan had already been practicing swordsmanship for an hour.
Seeing the stunned expressions of each craftsman and the incredible look in the old man's eyes, Li Xiuyuan smiled.
He said quietly: "In this case, you must be careful when entering and exiting. Don't damage this place. Let's repair my building today."
After telling the old man about the guests coming.
The old man turned back to the craftsmen and smiled bitterly: "In this case, you have to put more thought into repairing it carefully, and we can get more silver."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said, "It's okay. At worst, I'll fix it every year."
In his opinion, as long as he is still practicing in this world, this wooden house cannot collapse.
The craftsman was naturally happy when he heard this. He could make some money here every year, which was more real than a one-time deal.
Suddenly, a group of workers entered the house to look for damaged areas to repair. After all, it would be winter soon.
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Once the snow is pressed, you can immediately check the quality of the craftsmen's workmanship.
Sitting under the eaves, the old man stared blankly at the apricot blossoms on the table.
After thinking for a while, he asked in a low voice: "Did you go out again last night?"
The old man didn't need to think about it. The apricot flowers in this flower basket did not come from the Tang Dynasty, let alone the snowy mountains.
It's just a different world from the other side, a different time and space.
Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "I put some thought into it, mainly because I was afraid that the plum tree that had just been moved would not survive. I didn't expect that I just slept here and slept like this when I woke up."
"This flower... I picked it in Tianyu City. I don't know how I got back there. You won't believe it, but my master managed to escape the tribulation in one day..."
While making tea, Li Xiuyuan recounted some of the things that had happened.
The old man frowned and said with a wry smile: "You have to think about how I am going to explain everything in front of you to these craftsmen."
Li Xiuyuan sighed softly and said: "What is there to say? Tell me about the gods who came last night, and a spiritual rain fell in front of and behind this house. Even I was in my dream."
The old man thought about it. If it were not the case, no one would believe it.
The two drank two cups of spiritual tea, and the father and daughter, who had broken through the night, were still sleeping.
So, he had to take the old man to dig up all the radishes and vegetables in the garden.
Looking at the old man, he smiled bitterly and said, "You can take some of these radishes with you when you go down the mountain later. I will dry the rest. You must not give them to these craftsmen."
The old man was startled and asked in a low voice: "Is there any trouble?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, pointed to another wooden house and said: "Last night, two fathers and daughters were married. I only left them to have a meal, and they ended up like this..."
He didn't dare to let these craftsmen turn into monks overnight, otherwise he would be afraid that the imperial city would be in chaos again.
The old man thought about it and took a large basket of radishes to the spring behind to wash them.
While the two were cleaning up, the old man smiled and said, "The father and daughter accidentally got a taste of your great opportunity first."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "It will be fine for you and me to eat it, but it will be a great treasure in the Tang Dynasty."
It was a crisp autumn day, and when Li Xiuyuan was putting the radishes cut by the old man on the mountain to dry, the girl jumped out of the yard and came to Li Xiuyuan.
She looked at him and asked, "Brother, why am I still not hungry after eating the rice you cooked?"
From the girl's point of view, she would yell for something to eat shortly after waking up in the morning, but today she was not hungry at all.
Not only him, but also her father was like this. After much deliberation, she had no choice but to come to Li Xiuyuan.
After drying the radish and green vegetables, Li Xiuyuan took the girl back to the front of the hall. The middle-aged man was already making tea and chatting with the old man.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan walking over, the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask: "Sir, in my dream last night I seemed to hear someone playing the piano in the mountains, but why?"
Li Xiuyuan didn't expect that this guy had already fallen into a dream and could still remember hearing the faint sound of the piano.
After thinking for a while, he replied: "I have learned piano from my husband since I was a child. Last night was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I inevitably felt something in my heart, so I played it randomly, which made you laugh."
The girl looked at the old man in front of her, thought for a moment and asked, "Grandpa, can you accept Ju'er as your apprentice?"
In her opinion, the old man in front of her is an old god.
Little did he know that the old man was startled when he heard this and looked at Li Xiuyuan in a daze.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at her and asked, "What do you want to learn? Tell me."
The girl glanced at her father and replied seriously to Li Xiuyuan: "Jui'er wants to practice immortality with my grandfather and learn to play the piano from my brother. Is that okay?"
Li Xiuyuan wanted to laugh when he heard this, but couldn't.
He could only reply softly: "There are no gods in this world. Grandpa can teach you some physical fitness skills. If you are not afraid of hardship, I can teach you how to play the piano."
Somehow, he saw the shadow of Shangguan Wushuang in the girl, and his heart softened when he heard this.
I thought that even if I was taught some breathing and meditation techniques, it would not affect the balance of this world.
Even so, the little girl couldn't help but cheer.
The person holding the middle-aged man chuckled: "Dad, in this case, can Jue'er learn some skills from her brother and grandpa here?"
The middle-aged man thought for a while, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a bitter smile: "If this happens, I will cause trouble for the young master. You are a young woman, so I have to go down the mountain and call a maid up..."
It turned out that the middle-aged man was an official of the Tang Dynasty. He came to the imperial city for official business, but he could not stay in the mountains to accompany his daughter.
Fortunately, the father and daughter came to visit the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain. There were two maids at the foot of the mountain, so they could come to accompany their daughter.
After some final discussion, the middle-aged man decided to leave a maid here to accompany his daughter and return to the imperial city to handle official duties.
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "It doesn't matter, it's just that life in the mountains is hard, so I'm afraid you will have to suffer a little."
After some explanation, the middle-aged man hurried down the mountain.
Before going out, Xiangxiang turned around and asked, "I haven't asked you your surname yet. My surname is Wu."
Li Xiuyuan clasped his hands and replied: "My name is Li Xiuyuan, this is my senior's surname Hong..."
The middle-aged man was shocked when he heard this and blurted out: "Could it be that the young master is..."
"You are overthinking. My surname is just Li, and I am not a relative of the Tang Dynasty." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself, even the King of Qin is not someone I like.
This has nothing to do with what your last name is.
When the middle-aged man heard that it didn't matter, he walked down the mountain with confidence. Perhaps in his opinion, if Li Xiuyuan was the prince, he would not dare to be so presumptuous.
Seeing that the middle-aged man was already walking down the mountain, the old man looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a bitter smile: "Can you let me be this little girl's master?"
Li Xiuyuan took a sip of the tea in front of him and said with a smile, "Isn't it possible?"
In his opinion, the old man may leave this world at any time, and it doesn't matter if he is involved in some karma.
He couldn't do it. After all, he would stay in the Tang Dynasty for who knows how many years. How could he easily accept a disciple?
Are you kidding? He was a little tiger back then, and he had a big head.
The old man thought for a moment, looked at the little girl and asked, "So, are you willing to be my disciple?"
The little girl was also well-behaved. Seeing that the old man did not refuse, she knelt down in front of the old man and kowtowed three times, and then said seriously: "Disciple Wu Jue, pay your respects to the master."
The old man stretched out his hand to pull her up and sat down next to him.
He looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "Even your master would never have thought that this day would come to me, right?"
