The mountain breeze blows, bringing with it the freshness after the rain.
But there was an indescribable bitterness in the old monk's mouth. He frowned for a moment and whispered: "Can't you cultivate Buddhism at the foot of the mountain?"
The young monk shook his head, looked at the old monk and said, "Master, I don't quite understand what my brother means? Aren't I practicing Buddhism at the foot of the mountain?"
The young monk is simple-minded, how can he be like the two monks in front of him?
The middle-aged monk in the Discipline Hall just glanced at it and replied angrily: "He is slandering the Buddha! I don't believe it. With all the efforts of the world and my whole life's cultivation, I can't cultivate Buddhahood at the foot of the mountain!"
The old monk looked at him and sighed: "Why bother? Didn't you practice Buddhism before this?"
After he finished, he touched the little monk's head and said, "Your uncle wants to make a wish to build a giant Buddha that is higher than the wooden house halfway up the mountain by the big lake at the foot of the mountain!"
The young monk then nodded thoughtfully: "It turns out that Uncle Master wants to build a stone Buddha!"
Before he finished speaking, he closed his mouth, clasped hands with the two of them, and ran out of the Buddhist hall.
After going up the mountain to make a fortune, he wanted to carefully hide the gold coins his brother gave him.
Waiting to take it out one day when I go shopping in the Imperial City with the master.
Seeing Xiao Shang running out happily, the old monk thought to himself that the young man on the mountain was indeed a wonderful man.
Not only can he not give any face to his junior brother, but he can also build a magic circle to prohibit walking in the mountains.
At the same time, the young monk was full of joy and came down the mountain. It was obvious that the two met late, or the young man on the mountain gave the young monk a warmth that he could not give himself.
This is the fate of this world.
The old monk looked at the junior brother in front of him and sighed.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Since junior brother has such great ambitions, let's give it a try."
He also knew that if he did not get rid of his inner demons, he would be afraid that his path to Buddhism would be cut off and he would be in danger of falling into the devil's path.
Seeing that his senior brother had no objection, the middle-aged monk nodded and replied: "Senior brother, I will go to the imperial city to see the situation before making a decision."
Even the resentful middle-aged monk knew that without the support of the Imperial City family, this Buddha would probably not be able to be cultivated.
After all, having great ambitions is not enough.
All said and done, in the end it has to be the most tacky yellow and white thing in the world to support this ambition.
The people at the foot of the mountain were thinking of cultivating Buddhism and headed for the imperial city.
Seek support from big families and noble people in the world.
Li Xiuyuan was not idle on the mountain, because the apricot tree he had just planted was growing like crazy.
Therefore, after he had just sent Duo'er off to the Imperial City to practice with the old shopkeeper, he had to get busy again.
Li Xiuyuan, dressed in black, stood on the winding mountain road and looked at the scenery below.
The whole person blends in with the shadows of the apricot trees on both sides of the mountain road. If you don't look closely, you can't tell which is the apricot tree and which is the human figure.
I can see that it won’t be long before the first snow falls on the mountain.
He wanted to prune the apricot trees that were growing wildly in the mountains before the snow fell.
Just like when he picks flowers under the trees in spring, it is not just to brew that unique spiritual wine, but to sacrifice some buds on the apricot trees and obtain a good harvest.
Looking at the newly planted apricot trees in the mountains, they are growing like the tea trees in the mountains.
I'm afraid that next year's spring apricots have some spiritual energy, so I can't just take them to the world and sell them. In this case, I can only let them wither and turn into flower fertilizer for the next year.
Different from before, today's Li Xiuyuan pruned all the way down from the mountains.
Not just to enjoy the scenery, but to see how the monk at the foot of the mountain wants to practice Buddhism?
Is it possible to dig a deep pit dozens of feet wide on the edge of the lake and build a tall building from the ground?
How much money will it cost? How many people's blood and sweat was wasted?
This thought was just a thought for a moment.
Then Li Xiuyuan turned into a hard-working woodcutter, tied the pruned thick branches together, and carried them to the wooden house in the mountains.
It was going to snow in a blink of an eye. If he wanted to live in the mountains, he would have to prepare branches and firewood for heating.
It took two whole days to prune the apricot trees in the mountains.
Before half of the pruned branches were cleaned, a familiar voice sounded from the bottom of the mountain, saying that a visitor was coming.
Li Xiuyuan frowned and thought to himself, I'm still preparing things for the winter, but it's better for you to come and have tea if you have nothing to do.
He waved his hand and opened the magic circle.
He said, "Sir, if you don't show up when something happens, why are you here to pick peaches in this calm situation?"
The visitor smiled faintly, climbed up the stairs, and replied, "I'm just thinking, and I'm here to ask for tea."
But the person is the Tripitaka monk who has not appeared for a long time.
As the monk went up, when he saw the apricot tree in front of him and Li Xiuyuan who transformed into a woodcutter, he couldn't help but be deeply shocked again.
The last time we went down the mountain, it was still a bare grassy slope. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a paradise.
After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "I'm not here to pick peaches. I'm thinking of picking apricots next spring."
Li Xiuyuan pointed to a small handful of branches on the ground and said with a smile: "Help, carry it up." After saying that, he picked up the largest one next to him and headed up the mountain.
Sanzang smiled: "Not bad, you know I don't have much strength."
After saying that, he picked up the branches on the side of the road and followed Li Xiuyuan up the mountain. Sanzang, who wanted to eat the fireworks of the world, also knew that it was going to snow, so he had to prepare things for the winter at this time.
Back at the cabin, Li Xiuyuan went to wash up.
Sanzang was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him. He went down the mountain, and everything here changed dramatically.
Sitting quietly in the living room, Li Xiuyuan carried the snow water and placed it on the stove.
He took a plate of mountain autumn pears that were obviously a bit bitter and put them in front of Sanzang. He smiled and said, "This pear hasn't been pickled with honey yet, so it has a bit of astringency."
Sanzang picked up one and took a bite. Feeling the change in his mouth, he couldn't help but sigh.
Asked: "Just because you turned this place into a paradise, the elders of the Discipline Hall want to take it as their own?"
The ban on people on the mountain and the prohibition of people's activities have long been reported in the temples at the foot of the mountain.
Some people say that the people on the mountain are arrogant and do not know how to respect the Buddha.
Some people also say that the elders of the Yamashita Discipline Hall are greedy and want to occupy other people's houses and farmland.
Only Sanzang knew that the young man on the mountain would definitely not follow the wishes of the temples at the foot of the mountain. This was why he thought about it again and again and decided to go up the mountain to find out.
But he never expected that the changes in the mountains were so huge. No wonder the monk became greedy.
Li Xiuyuan poured the spirit tea into the pot and said with a faint smile: "He thinks too much."
After a while, he said again: "I planted a tea tree behind the house. I can give you some spiritual tea next spring, so if you go to get Buddhist scriptures... you can take it with you."
"So, don't I have to give thanks in advance?"
Sanzang laughed: "The elders of the Discipline Hall went to the Imperial City and planned to build a giant Buddha by the lake. What do you think?"
Li Xiuyuan slowly poured spiritual tea into their cups and smiled: "Building a Buddha statue is a good thing, but this guy has bad intentions. He can't build this Buddha!"
"Boom!" A loud noise!
Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, and no rain fell.
I don’t know whether he was warning Li Xiuyuan not to lie, or warning the monks at the foot of the mountain not to act against heaven.
Upon hearing this, Sanzang immediately laughed and said, "Look, God is warning you."
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan picked up the spirit tea in front of him and took a sip.
He replied: "Why don't you say it? This is God warning the monks at the foot of the mountain. I'm afraid they won't be able to cultivate this Buddha!"
"Why?"
Sanzang picked up the spiritual tea, took a sip and asked with a slight frown.
"Because I'm not happy!"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the ray of sunlight falling between the towering ancient trees and replied calmly: "Could he stop practicing Buddhism if he doesn't get my mountain hut?"
Sanzang shook his head: "He is borrowing power from the Imperial City's big family and a group of noble people, and wants to use the power of the world to cultivate Buddhism here. I'm afraid he has resentment in his heart. You are not God, how can you go against him?"
Li Xiuyuan chuckled.
Putting down the tea cup in his heart, he smiled faintly: "Why don't you change the angle and imagine that my desire is higher than the sky. In this way, my will is God's will!"
"Do I mean God's will? This...how high is this?"
Sanzang was startled by Li Xiuyuan's statement and asked: "This should be an impossible thing. In the Tang Dynasty, no one can conquer heaven."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't tell Sanzang clearly about Jizo in front of him, so he had to continue fighting haha.
He smiled and said: "You can try to think about it, I am a little higher than this snow mountain. So, how can the monks at the foot of the mountain build that giant Buddha that covers the sky?"
Li Xiuyuan's words were like a wake-up call in Sanzang's ears, and he was speechless for a moment.
Man cannot defeat God. Even though he has practiced Buddhism for many years, he still firmly believes in this principle.
But the young man in front of him was about to break the rules of the world.
Unless the young man in front of him can really reach a height higher than this snow mountain, then the elders at the foot of the mountain may not be able to cultivate the Buddha.
In the end, it may be all in vain.
Thinking of this, Sanzang couldn't help but sigh: "That is the power of all living beings in the Tang Dynasty, and I don't know how much sweat it takes."
Like the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar, Li Xiuyuan held a flower in one hand and transformed himself into the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva under the abyss in an instant.
He murmured: "Go and ask the people who have worked hard in the fields all spring. Just by sowing seeds and sweating, will there be a harvest in the autumn?"
Before this was over, while Sanzang was stunned, Li Xiuyuan took out another radish seed and lightly dipped it in some spiritual tea...
So, the seeds sprouted in his right hand instantly, and grew thick and plump leaves... Gradually, roots appeared, and then a radish grew out...
This is not over yet, beautiful flowers bloomed on the plump leaves, and then the flowers gradually withered and gave birth to seeds.
The fat and thick radishes on the roots eventually become fertilizer for the seeds, and gradually grow old...
A gust of autumn wind blows from the mountains, instantly taking away the old and withered leaves and roots, and blows them outside the living room with a whining sound.
While Sanzang was stunned, the seed in Li Xiuyuan's right hand turned into countless seeds.
Borrowing the boundless magic power of Ksitigarbha under the abyss, Li Xiuyuan was Ksitigarbha at this moment.
Between neither sadness nor joy, Li Xiuyuan quietly interpreted the laws of life and death for Sanzang who had not yet become a Buddha...
"Life is so magical."
Sanzang picked up a seed from Li Xiuyuan's hand, put it between his lips and sniffed it gently.
Instantly, there was a hint of sunshine and a breath of life rushing towards him.
Li Xiuyuan's original intention was just to tell Sanzang the truth that "my will is God's will."
But at this moment, Li Xiuyuan, shrouded in the light of Buddha, made Sanzang suddenly enlightened and understood the laws of life and death in the world.
He knew that the scene before him was not a trick played by worldly artists.
Because he saw the compassion of the Buddhas in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, and saw the purest white lotus in the Western world from the young man's hands.
Therefore, Sanzang was overjoyed at the moment.
He pinched a seed with a smile on his face and said, "May the Buddha and the Sangha enlighten all sentient beings with their immeasurable metaphors."
Li Xiuyuan, like the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar, sighed softly and looked at the few seeds in his hand quietly, silent for a moment.
He murmured: "A mayfly can hear it in its lifetime, let alone you and me?"
