The collapse of the giant Buddha without warning at the foot of the mountain was an incredible thing for countless monks and a group of craftsmen.
Because the craftsmen used the hardest bluestone to build a foundation five feet deep.
Not to mention that there was something wrong with the foundation, the three-story Buddhist altar several feet high in the square did not collapse.
It's just that the lotus carved on the white jade was damaged. This is obviously not a problem with the foundation.
The Big Buddha is made of a huge stone sculpture, and it is impossible to fall down under any circumstances.
Not to mention, there were only a few dark clouds drifting across the afternoon sky, but no divine thunder fell from the sky.
Just when the craftsmen who came after hearing the news looked at the scene in front of them, they were dumbfounded and talked endlessly.
Li Xiuyuan in the wooden house on the mountain had already waved his hand to activate the magic circle in the mountain, and was lying on the bed dreaming.
The giant Buddha at the foot of the mountain has cause and effect with him, but it doesn't have much to do with him.
That is the wish of Ksitigarbha under the abyss.
A Buddha who practices with an unhealthy mind is not a good partner in the eyes of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Therefore, Ksitigarbha made a verse: "You cannot practice Buddhahood under the mountain!"
At the moment, what he was thinking about was whether the sword he slashed could fulfill his wish.
People say how many flowers fall in dreams?
Where will the autumn wind in the dream blow?
In the dream, Li Xiuyuan had the illusion of traveling through a black hole of time, just like when he broke through the void and ascended on the Shura battlefield.
For a time, the world was desolate, and there was no human habitation in sight.
We continued walking all the way, slowly walking down through the thick snow from the mountains.
A faint cold fragrance floated in the wind, and looking at the strange sight in front of him, a gleam of wonder flashed in his eyes.
In the distance is the sea of clouds that is constantly churning, and the snow-capped mountains that are almost far away from the human world are extremely strange.
Walking on the snow-capped mountains, I felt an unspeakable shock in my heart. He sighed inwardly at the unbelievable fact before him.
While wandering in the heavens, he had seen many incredible things, but when he saw this vast sea of clouds again, he was still unavoidably shocked.
Looking from top to bottom, not far away there is a figure in white sitting silently on the edge of the cliff, motionless, as if waiting for the return of the departed person.
The mountain wind was blowing snow, and only one snowflake was blowing towards him.
So Li Xiuyuan cut the snow with his bamboo sword in an instant, but it seemed as if he had cut off a lonely man. When he lowered his head and looked at the sword body, it was as if his swordsmanship had not improved at all over the years.
Little did he know that the figure on the edge of the cliff was also watching him quietly.
Seeing his sword in the wind, I couldn't help but say: "You must have been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, right? Why has there been no progress after all these years?"
Li Xiuyuan was startled and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I also want to know the reason? Can you teach me?"
Only he himself knows that he has never been lazy since he started practicing with his husband, even when he later lost his memory and went to the Shura Realm.
The swordsmanship integrated into the memory of flesh and blood still has not stopped practicing.
However, just like what he said to Monk Sanzang, it is not the seeds that farmers sow in spring, but the sweat they shed will definitely yield rewards.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he said he regretted it, which seemed to be too impulsive.
He has not even figured out his own swordsmanship. How can it open up a new world for him even if he meets the person in front of him?
Open up a new path of cultivation?
Sure enough, the white figure in front of the cliff frowned slightly, and saw the light shining, snowflakes flying for a while, and a sword energy slashed three feet in front of him out of thin air.
In an instant, an aura of death arose in Li Xiuyuan's heart. He subconsciously flashed sideways and slashed out a stream of sword energy from the bamboo sword in his hand towards the opponent.
There was a sound of "Tear it off!" and a sword energy grazed his arm, leaving a terrible blood mark.
With a bang, Li Xiuyuan looked at the scars on his arm in disbelief.
You must know that at the moment, he is no longer the formless golden body of Buddhism, but has already burned the fire of Nirvana.
It’s unbelievable that he was injured by his opponent’s sword!
"Your sword skills have been practiced all these years in vain. Fortunately, your reaction is not too slow!"
Bai Ying sighed, and said with a look of resentment: "If you are my disciple, I will beat you three times a day to calm down."
Li Xiuyuan smiled, bowed his hands, and said, "Thank you, senior, for showing mercy. How did I end up here?"
No matter how much he thought about it, he was just thinking, and he would not instantly travel through the black hole of time and then stand here stupidly against the wind and snow.
"How do I know? Ask him?"
Bai Ying pointed to the sky and said calmly: "I'm also very surprised. These calm days are a bit boring. Fortunately, you are here."
Yun Tianhong, the female saint of Meishan!
In this mountain, Li Xiuyuan was extremely shocked. There was no doubt that the current female saint could chop off his head with just a wave of her hand.
Not to mention his ridiculous sword skills.
Although he has traveled to many places with his skills, now that he thinks about it, it is probably because he spent most of his time in Shenlong Sword Technique and Samsara Sword Technique.
And these two sword techniques are not the ultimate sword in his mind.
Because he has lost the body of the dragon and the body of the phoenix, and now he is just relying on the power of the Buddhist body to wander in the heavens.
With a wry smile, he had no choice but to reply: "I've met my senior, but I wonder how Zi Yi is with that boy? Where is the monk by the Tongtian River? Have you accepted the little princess of Phoenix City as your disciple?"
After chattering for a while, he told what he wanted to know.
Perhaps he also knew that now was not the best time for the two of them to discuss their swordsmanship.
Even if you want to ask, you have to see the situation of the boy from the Ouyang family and know that Monk Buli has disappeared.
"What have you been doing all these years?"
After looking at the wind and snow in the mountains, Yun Tianhong turned around and walked towards the palace in the mountains, and asked lightly.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied: "I haven't practiced in these years, I just wandered around. My master asked me to cultivate my mind..."
Yun Tianhong's eyes narrowed and he led Li Xiuyuan all the way down, not discussing swordsmanship and mind cultivation with him for the time being.
She wanted to have a glass of spiritual wine with this guy.
What she wants to say is: "Since your swordsmanship has not improved much, then the wine you brew should be better than before, right?"
Li Xiuyuan followed her and did not dare to disturb her. He was wondering if he would poison himself when he saw Yun Ziyi.
When seeing Ouyang Xia Yun, will he be so frightened that he hides behind Yun Ziyi?
Meishan is a very special place. In such a windy and snowy day, the disciples on the mountain either take leave to go home to be with their parents, or they hide at home to avoid the cold.
Only the female saint ignored the wind and snow and came and went as she pleased.
After wandering around for a while, the two returned to the palace and sat down. Li Xiuyuan looked at the objects on the table and sighed involuntarily.
He smiled and said: "I was given a set of purple sand by my senior back then, but this time I am empty-handed. I really want to disappoint you."
Even Li Xiuyuan didn't expect that he would actually go from Tianyu City to Meishan in Xuanwu Continent.
It's all amazing.
Unexpectedly, Yun Tianhong had no intention of making tea at all. He just quietly boiled a pot of snow water and took two plates of snacks and placed them in front of him.
Then he took out a copper bowl and knocked it gently.
Following a clear cry, Yun Tianhong smiled: "Take out your wine and warm a pot of wine on a snowy day, so that you can live up to the cold plum tree in front of you."
Li Xiuyuan smiled when he heard this, took a pot of apricot flower wine, and a small box of spiritual tea grown on Tianshan Mountain.
He pointed at the small box and smiled: "This is the Hanmei Lingcha I grew myself, but there doesn't seem to be much left."
Yun Tianhong poured the water on the stove into the copper bowl, then carefully took out a jade bottle, slowly poured the spirit wine into it, and then placed it in the copper bowl.
He picked up the small box, sniffed it gently, and asked, "Where was this grown?"
"The Wuyu Tianshan Mountains, atop the snow-capped mountains above a thousand feet, is also the place where I was born... I left here last time and went back to the place that was dear to my heart..."
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan smiled: "I didn't expect that I could grow spiritual tea myself."
No matter Li Xiuyuan, Qingxu and others, even his master, the old Taoist priest, did not expect it.
Li Xiuyuan actually grew the unique Hanmei Lingcha on a snow-capped mountain thousands of feet high.
Yun Tianhong shook his head, reached out and touched Li Xiuyuan's head and laughed.
"If Ziyi sees you like this, she will definitely want to bully you again. You have been away for so long, why are you still without any cultivation?"
"Tell me what terrible things have happened to you over the years."
In Yun Tianhong's eyes, the young man in front of him is a rare genius in the world. Why does fate have to go against him and make him go back to his youth time and time again?
Li Xiu smiled and said, "If Monk Buli sees it, I'm afraid it will break his Taoist heart."
"In other words, I came back to the place of my birth firstly to fulfill my wish back then, and secondly because I wanted to be like my predecessors one day..."
Thinking about the scene that happened on Tianshan Mountain, Li Xiuyuan felt powerless again.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Unfortunately, God didn't agree with me. I was only halfway through this small tribulation of five degenerations, and then kicked me away to a place I dreamed of going to."
"Where?"
Yun Tianhong poured the spirit wine that had been warmed for a while into the jade cup in front of him, and a faint floral fragrance instantly filled the air.
He sniffed it gently and took a shallow taste.
A faint floral fragrance combined with a strong and a little bit of age-old wine gave her a feeling of intoxication.
It was Li Xiuyuan who taught Yun Ziyi and Monk Buli back then, but the wine made by these guys was never what she wanted.
Apart from the cup in my hand, this is the only spiritual wine in heaven and earth.
Li Xiuyuan did not pick up the spirit wine in front of him, but quietly replied: "I went to the past... somewhere in the long river..."
"Because of the restrictions of the laws of heaven and earth, I can only quietly polish my state of mind while reading the stories in the long river of history..."
"I also want to practice swordsmanship, but I can't find an opponent."
Lifting the wine glass in front of him and taking a sip, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said, "The most important thing I have ever done is to make wine and use the money from selling wine to make a living."
Even in front of the female saint, Li Xiuyuan started crying.
"Pfft!" a sound.
Yun Tianhong looked at him and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "I haven't seen you for a few years. Your swordsmanship is not very good, but your face is getting thicker and thicker."
Looking at the tea set aside, Yun Tianhong thought of the first time he met this guy in Niujiao Town.
Li Xiuyuan did not follow her around and said directly: "My master said that when I leave the river of time, I will probably continue the unfinished catastrophe of the five declines of heaven and man..."
Even so, in Li Xiuyuan's view, his true cultivation should begin after he resolves the cause and effect on Mount Sumeru.
No wonder his master repeatedly emphasized to him that his cultivation of conquering the heavens could only begin after he transformed into a mortal.
Yun Tianhong obviously did not expect that Li Xiuyuan's practice would be so troublesome.
It is just the calamity of the five small declines of heaven and man, not the calamity of saints.
It actually has to go through countless starry skies and walk back into the long river of time. A good tribulation is divided into two and returned.
This situation was not limited to her and the old monk.
Even the monk Buli by the Tongtian River, Yuwen Liuli could not experience it.
Thinking of this, he could only sigh and said: "After all, you are a person who has seen the laws of the great road."
