Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and said in a deep voice: "You are a Bodhisattva, but you don't care about these Buddhist disciples who are poisoned by the three poisons."
If he had been an old monk in front of him, Li Xiuyuan would have jumped up and cursed.
I just want to practice quietly in the mountains for a few days.
I want to see an old plum tree from Da Qin blooming quietly in the wind and snow in the mountains, and I want to pick a basket of Tianshan spiritual tea behind my house in spring.
Did this also offend the Buddha at the foot of the mountain?
There was still no expression on Jizo's face, but he said calmly: "You are such an idiot." Jizo said calmly: "You are such an idiot."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "If I hadn't been sitting in the restaurant and witnessed the Xuanwu Gate chaos, I would have regarded this place as the Great Zhou Dynasty back then."
"In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasty, there were many towers in the mist and rain... It has only been so long, and their scars have healed and they have forgotten the pain."
Li Xiuyuan said bitterly: "Bodhisattva, see for yourself, are they practicing Buddhism? Or are they making money in the name of Buddha?"
Ksitigarbha held the wine flask and added spiritual wine to the cup.
Holding the wine glass, he said: "As a Buddhist, you should understand cause and effect. Whether there is a Buddha or a demon under the mountain is their own cause and effect."
"Bodhisattva, you are unreasonable."
Said: "I am not their cause, and the monk at the foot of the mountain is not my effect, but he obviously wants to take my place."
"What I cross is the resentful soul of the abyss. The demons and Buddhas in this world are not my cause and effect."
"You clearly know these causes and effects, and you can resolve them with a wave of your hand. However, you put the responsibility on me. You are also an unreasonable guy."
The Bodhisattva thought for a while and said: "The guy at the foot of the mountain has a deep obsession, so you let him cultivate Buddha at the foot of the mountain and see if the Buddha can be taller than your wooden house and can shine the Buddha's light on the imperial city of the world."
Li Xiuyuan was shocked when he heard this.
After a long while, he said in a daze: "Good guy, he wants to practice Buddhism at the foot of the mountain?"
Ksitigarbha said calmly: "I'll teach you how terrible it is to be poisoned by the three poisons! What's terrible is that he met you."
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Li Xiuyuan smiled and said tiredly: "That's true. If it were another person, everything here would have to be dedicated to the Buddha at the foot of the mountain, and he would have to prepare an offering of five thousand gold coins."
"I asked, does this count as slandering the Buddha?"
Ksitigarbha smiled and said: "I see that you have experienced the Great Qin and the Great Zhou, and now you are becoming more disrespectful to the Buddha and more and more daring."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "Didn't the Bodhisattva say that I am the Buddha walking in the world? Since I am the Buddha, why don't they come to respect me?"
When Jizo heard this, he laughed instantly.
Putting down the wine glass in his hand, the voice of laughter went straight up to Jiutian.
He pointed to the outside of the living room and said with a smile: "You have set up a killing array in front of and behind this house, and you have set up two confusing formations on the mountain and down the mountain. Even if the world wants to, they will not be able to see the Buddha on your mountain!"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said quietly: "Bodhisattva, you also know that I am a person who is afraid of trouble."
"I came to this world just to see it. The so-called fate, good or bad, is not what I want."
Speaking of this, Li Xiuyuan looked a little lonely: "Even so, there are still people who don't want to let me go."
Ksitigarbha heard this and was speechless for a moment.
The night rain in the mountains whistled with the autumn wind, and the house was silent for a while.
As Li Xiuyuan, he wouldn't feel uneasy about this part of the world. The worst thing he could do was to go to the imperial city at the foot of the mountain in a few days.
Wait until winter is coming to an end, then go up the mountain to enjoy plum blossoms and pick flowers.
Even if he leaves the mountain, no one in this world can break into this small world, not even gods and Buddhas.
After an unknown amount of time, Ksitigarbha laughed.
He said: "I didn't expect that this time, you would have to practice alone. Will you feel the same loneliness as under the abyss? Or are you already used to it?"
"There is neither sorrow nor joy."
Li Xiuyuan replied quietly: "I just went to the small world of the past... Tianyu City is no different from the Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty."
Ksitigarbha could not help but frown when he heard this and asked: "How can you see it?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are weak people, there is a jungle."
Thinking about the scene outside Tianyu City, what if the elders in the Fusion Realm are in their hearts? How about fighting to the death for a so-called opportunity to break through?
Even risking his own life.
When Ksitigarbha heard this, he couldn't help but look sad, and said in a daze, "That's true."
So the two stopped talking about whether Shanxia was a Buddha or a demon, nor did they talk about Li Xiuyuan's future, because he didn't know how long he would stay in Datang.
He didn't want to ask in the past, and he doesn't want to ask in the future either. He just wants to explore quietly alone.
So the two chatted about the present moment and Li Xiuyuan's practice.
After drinking the third glass of spiritual wine, Ksitigarbha asked: "What do you know about your own practice?"
Li Xiuyuan was slightly startled and found that the Bodhisattva seemed a little strange.
So he replied: "Practice honestly, I still have to complete my unfinished catastrophe of the five declines of heaven and man in the Tang Dynasty, and witness more miracles."
Ksitigarbha was stunned when he heard this, then burst into laughter: "A miracle?"
"Instead of talking about the miracles that will happen in this world, I would rather see the miracles that happen to you. Don't let me down."
Ksitigarbha sighed and said, "I'm going back. What else do you have to say?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He didn't expect that the Bodhisattva would come and leave as soon as he said he was coming.
This speed is no different from that of his master.
After thinking about it, he took out a space ring and put it on the table, smiling lightly.
He said: "Half of the Spiritual Wine Bodhisattva inside is given to my sister on the Forgotten River. After all, she has two friends of mine practicing here in her small courtyard."
Jizo quietly put away the space ring on the table.
After being silent for a while, he sighed softly and said: "You are too thoughtful and will not be able to practice well in the future. Now that you have left, forget them all."
"No, I can't do it."
Although Li Xiuyuan has practiced Buddhism for many years, he has not yet experienced the cause and effect on Mount Sumeru, and his feelings for the world are still very strong.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but whisper: "If I can forget them, won't I have to forget you too, Bodhisattva one day?"
Ksitigarbha laughed and said, "You guy, you actually started to hurt me..."
With a wave of his hand, a gust of breeze took the Bodhisattva away, leaving Li Xiuyuan alone looking at an oil lamp in a daze.
Thinking of the monks at the foot of the mountain who were trying to cause trouble for me, I couldn't help but shout, "Bodhisattva, you come and go in such a hurry that you haven't solved the trouble for me at the foot of the mountain."
Ksitigarbha's voice came from the divine sea: "It is better to seek help from others than from yourself. I have already helped you once?"
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "Will you help me drink and bring wine for me and eldest sister?"
Ksitigarbha replied seriously: "I made a wish for you. That big Buddha at the foot of the mountain...he can't make it!"
Li Xiuyuan was shocked when he heard this. In his heart, he cultivated Buddhism at the foot of the mountain to save all sentient beings, but he couldn't let it go because of the karma between himself and the monk, right?
However, Li Xiuyuan is still too kind after all.
Neither understands the wishful thinking of the middle-aged monk at the foot of the mountain.
I don’t understand the painstaking efforts of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva under the abyss.
Since you can't practice Buddhism on the mountain, why bother cultivating Buddha at the foot of the mountain? Is it possible to use the Buddha at the foot of the mountain to block the Buddha on the mountain?
Is it using the power of the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain?
Aren't you going to waste the efforts of all the good men and women of the Tang Dynasty?
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When you have free time, just make a pot of tea and worry about others in the autumn rain.
With Ksitigarbha's promise, Li Xiuyuan no longer cared about what the Buddhas under the mountain had in mind.
I got up early and cooked a pot of white porridge with two pieces of sun-dried radish. This was a comfort that even the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty could not enjoy.
Just as he was holding a volume of history books from the previous dynasty in his hand, listening to the rain and watching the rain, he heard a faint voice in his ear.
After hearing this, Li Xiuyuan waved his hand and said quietly: "Then come up."
There were guests in late autumn. Li Xiuyuan cooked a pot of snow water to prepare for the guests.
Unexpectedly, when he finally climbed up the mountain and walked into the Buddhist hall, it was a young monk who was about the same age as him.
The little monk wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat obviously didn't expect that the owner here was a young man similar to him.
Putting the coir raincoat and bamboo hat outside the living room, the young monk bowed and entered the living room.
He looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the donor to be the same size as me. It's really incredible."
"Please sit down and drink tea."
The water was boiling and the tea was fragrant. Li Xiuyuan poured steaming tea into two cups. When he saw the young monk, he asked, "Why did the monk come to the mountain?"
The young monk was not in a hurry to reply to his words, but picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.
Then he pointed to the door and frowned, saying: "The elders of the Discipline Hall want to build a big Buddha here, but I just looked and it seems that there is no space."
Even the young monk understood that if he really wanted to practice Buddhism here, he would have no choice but to demolish this wooden house and cut down these towering ancient trees.
This seemed to go against what the old monk taught him, so he was confused for a moment.
After thinking for a while, he took a letter from his arms and put it on the table: "This is the letter written by the abbot master and my master to my brother. Please read it and give me a reply."
Li Xiuyuan drank half a cup of tea, opened the old monk's letter, and couldn't help but laugh lightly after just taking a look at it.
He took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and rubbed out a line of ink.
He wrote a reply using the envelope sent by the old monk.
He looked at the little monk in front of him and asked, "Little guy, why do you want to become a monk?"
The little monk Dudu finished the tea in his cup, looked at him and smiled: "Xiaobao has had no parents since he was a child. It was the master who picked me up..."
Li Xiuyuan was speechless when he heard this, thinking, what is troubled times? What is a prosperous age?
If it was a prosperous age, how could there be a homeless child like Xiaobao? Fortunately, he was separated from the compassionate old monk.
But the old monk in front of him was an unprincipled guy.
He sighed softly, looked at the little monk and said, "Next spring, tea will grow on my mountain. Then you come and I will take you to pick tea."
Even if he is compassionate, he still has to give the little monk a long-awaited process.
Upon hearing this, the little monk clapped his little hands and said with a smile, "Thank you, brother. Master likes tea very much."
Li Xiuyuan pushed his reply letter in front of the young monk. After thinking about it, he took out ten more gold coins and wrapped them in a handkerchief.
He stuffed it into the hands of the young monk and said: "My brother gave this to you. Don't use it to support the elders in the temple. When you go shopping in the future, you don't have to ask for anything you want to buy."
After thinking about it, he said: "If you want to return to secular life and go to school, you can tell your brother and I will help you."
The young monk chuckled: "I have to go back and ask the master about this before I can reply to my brother's words."
The young monk who followed the old monk since childhood, in his heart, the master is his father and mother.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at him and said: "It is forbidden for me to travel in the mountains, except for you... Only you know this matter, don't tell the elders in the temple anymore."
There were no secrets in the mountains. Li Xiuyuan only opened the magic circle because he hated the monks in the Discipline Hall.
The young monk received the reply to the master and was about to leave.
Li Xiuyuan took two boxes of pastries that the old man bought from the Imperial City and handed them to him.
Said: "Eat slowly on the way down the mountain, and you can come whenever you want. I may not be here most of the time."
The young monk took the cake, thanked Li Xiuyuan, and went down the mountain happily.
In his heart, it turns out that there is a good man like the master living on the mountain.
The coir raincoat and bamboo hat protected the little monk from the autumn rain all over the mountain.
When he came to the master's hall, the elders of the Discipline Hall were also waiting for the news he brought back from the mountain.
When the abbot, the old monk, opened Li Xiuyuan's reply letter, his brows instantly furrowed tightly.
I saw a line written on it: "Buddha cannot be cultivated under the mountain."
