Li Xiuyuan didn't know if the young monk had had lunch, so he had to prepare a plate of apricot cake made by Po Meng and put it on the table.
The two of them were holding a pot of hot tea with Sanzang, looking forward to what would happen to Sanzang on his journey to learn Buddhist scriptures.
After all, this matter is very important to Tripitaka's path to Buddhism.
From Tripitaka's point of view, his practice in Buddhism is like that of a child entering the school for the first time, and he needs the most comprehensive guidance from a knowledgeable teacher.
As for the practice of Buddhism, Li Xiuyuan was also unable to help Sanzang.
From the beginning of practicing the formless body, Li Xiuyuan's practice of Buddhism was just a means of cultivation to break through his cultivation to a higher level.
Even though he continued to make breakthroughs along the way, he even exceeded the expectations of his master, the old Taoist priest.
Before completing the transformation into a mortal, he has already broken through the formless golden body and entered the realm of Nirvana.
However, when he encountered the entanglement encountered by Xiaohu and Master Lao Liang, the story about the businessman releasing the fish, he still fell into his own entanglement.
Therefore, regarding Buddhism, he did not even dare to give Tripitaka any practice advice.
Not to mention that he had just returned from Wangchuan and learned from Ksitigarbha that the "Nirvana Sutra" he wanted to practice had flown into Murong Lingyu's divine sea.
From this point of view, if Sanzang can bring back the Nirvana Sutra from the Western Land during this trip to seek scriptures, it will be a very important matter for him.
Needless to say, Sanzang has long been looking forward to embarking on the journey of learning Buddhist scriptures. This is his lifelong dream.
While the two were holding a cup of hot tea, a gust of mountain breeze blew into the living room, bringing the aroma of apricot blossoms. Sanzang couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Asked: "The apricot blossoms are in bloom, when will the donor make wine?"
Li Xiuyuan sniffed the faint fragrance of flowers and replied lightly: "I have to pick flowers before making wine. Let's do it tomorrow. Today I just want to sit here quietly and be lazy for a while."
Thinking that Li Xiuyuan, who had never been lazy for a day on Wangchuan River, would indulge himself when he returned to the Tang Dynasty.
Pick flowers when you want to, and make wine when you want to.
"If you want to help, I can do it."
Sanzang thought that he couldn't watch Li Xiuyuan busy alone. He thought that picking flowers and making wine was not much different from chanting sutras and cultivating Buddhism.
On the contrary, you can learn it, even if you have mastered an additional knowledge.
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan pointed at the little monk who rushed in panting and said with a smile: "As long as this guy helps, the monk just goes to the world of Buddhism and seeks your way."
The little monk wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeves and shouted: "Brother, you are finally back. I miss you so much. Can we pick the spiritual tea behind the house?"
Li Xiuyuan poured him a cup of warm tea and replied: "Don't worry, drink slowly. The tea leaves have just sprouted and will have to wait for some days. You can help me pick flowers and make wine together."
The young monk held the cup and drank up a cup of tea, then raised his head and asked: "Are they those apricot flowers in the mountains? No problem, I will go back to the temple in the evening and tell the master."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "That's not necessary. I'll say hello to your master later and give him a jar of wine. It shouldn't be a big problem."
The young monk said "Oh" and immediately replied: "Master may want to go up the mountain for a walk tomorrow. Please let my master come up and take a look at the scenery here."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the old monk, the abbot, wanted to come to the mountains to have a look.
He thought to himself that there were no secrets here. The situation up and down the mountain was similar at the moment.
At most, I only have a few more tea trees outside my house, but why can’t I plant tea trees at the foot of the mountain?
As long as the old monk is willing, he doesn't mind giving some seeds from the mountain and letting the old monk take them down the mountain and plant them.
After all, the tea tree that has been watered with divine water should be somewhat different from the seeds of the Tang Dynasty tea tree.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan looked at Sanzang and asked: "The Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain has been built. Can the abbot leave? You have also seen it. How can I find any treasures on this mountain?"
Sanzang laughed when he heard this.
He replied calmly: "Perhaps in the eyes of the abbot, the donor is the best treasure on this mountain."
Li Xiuyuan brought the pastries to the young monk and smiled: "You are a little late, and the bowl has been washed. If you are hungry, you can only eat a few pastries first."
The little monk's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand, pinched a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Master took Xiaobao to the Imperial City some time ago and ate a lot of pastries."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile when he heard this. He thought that the old monk was indeed a compassionate person.
Thinking that the spiritual wine to be brewed and the spiritual tea that had not been picked yet would not be sent to the wrong person.
Sanzang looked at the young monk in front of him, but he was thinking about what Li Xiuyuan said, thinking that if the abbot master really agreed, the young monk himself would be willing.
This long journey of learning from scriptures will not seem so lonely anymore.
The little monk, who was a little hungry after climbing the mountain road, ate four pieces of apricot blossom cake and drank a cup of warm tea before squinting his eyes and laughing.
Said: "Brother, this pastry is so delicious, and there are flower petals in it."
"If it tastes good, just eat more. I still have some."
Li Xiuyuan sighed, thinking that only his eldest sister felt sorry for him. She knew that he liked to eat this stuff, so he and Xiao Ling'er specially picked apricot flowers and made apricot blossom cake.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Sanzang and said, "Monk, please have a piece too. This pastry was made by my eldest sister. There is no place in this world that I can ask for."
Sanzang wasn't hungry at first, but seeing what Li Xiuyuan said, he had no choice but to pick it up and take a bite.
After a while, he exclaimed in admiration: "I didn't expect that the apricot blossoms placed inside this pastry would give a little soul to this small cake."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said nothing. If he was really confused, he still liked what his mother did in Fengyun City in his inner memory.
In his opinion, only the apricot blossom cake of his childhood has a lingering feeling.
After eating a few pieces of apricot blossom cake, the little monk rubbed his belly and laughed with satisfaction.
After thinking for a while, he said: "When my master and I were in the Imperial City, we met a strange man. The master said that guy could use magic to create summer watermelons in the spring..."
Ksitigarbha took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Since there is no need to pick flowers or tea today, let me listen to your story."
Li Xiuyuan thought to himself, I just listened to many stories on the Forgotten River, but I never expected that there would be another story when I return to the human world.
It was somewhat interesting, so he smiled and said, "Tell me and listen."
The little monk took a sip of tea from the cup and cleared his throat: "Brother and big monk, listen carefully!"
The old monk, who had not been out for a long time, saw that the spring was just right, so he thought of taking the young monk to visit the imperial city. After all, the young monk was still a child.
I have been thinking about this all winter.
On this day, the master and the apprentice had lunch in a restaurant and were about to go shopping to buy some snacks for the young monk.
Walking on the streets of the Imperial City, the little monk shouted: "Master, the Imperial City is really lively. Xiaobao has gold coins himself. I will buy more food soon."
The old monk smiled faintly: "Is it the gold coin that the senior brother in the temple gave you? The Imperial City is indeed a good place. When you grow up, you can come by yourself in the future."
"It's not the senior brother in the temple, it's the brother on the mountain who gave it to me."
The young monk squinted his eyes and smiled: "When the disciple first went back to the mountain, my brother gave me ten gold coins, because he was afraid that I would have no money when I visited the imperial city."
The old monk was shocked when he heard this, and couldn't help but sigh again and again, lamenting the behavior of a group of elders and monks in the temple.
These ten gold coins were enough to buy the dilapidated wooden house halfway up the mountain.
Not to mention, the young man on the mountain later hired craftsmen from the city to renovate it.
The seemingly stingy young man gave ten gold coins to his disciple... I am afraid that if it were his uncle who had left before, he would not be able to understand the reason behind this.
"It seems that I will go to the mountain to talk to the young man another day." The old monk found a reason for himself to go up the mountain.
The young monk chuckled and said, "There is a magic circle on the way up the mountain. I will wait until the disciple goes to see my brother first and talk to him, so that the master can go up."
"Okay, it's up to you to meet that boy first."
The old monk smiled, and he was becoming more and more interested in the mysterious young man who lived in seclusion on the top of the mountain.
In the blink of an eye, the master and apprentice were about to reach the market.
The little monk clapped his hands and said, "Master, it's really lively here." After entering the city, the little monk was very happy thinking that he still had gold coins in his arms.
The old monk took his precious disciple's hand, pointed not far away and said, "There is a group of people around there. Let's go and take a look."
After gradually walking into the crowd, the young monk gently separated the tall man in front of him and pulled the master forward. When everyone saw the master and the disciple, they immediately made room for an empty seat.
I saw a businessman with a big belly on the street, greeting a middle-aged man in black who was standing under a big tree. There was also a black pole under the tree.
There was a large bucket behind the middle-aged man. In the eyes of the young monk, at least he couldn't carry such a bucket.
The businessman looked at the middle-aged man under the tree and smiled: "I said, it is spring now, and you said you can sell watermelons. Isn't that a lie?"
The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Sir, you can't say that. Since I'm standing under this tree, I naturally want to sell melons. Do you want to buy one and try it?"
The young monk who was watching the excitement pulled the master's sleeve and wanted to try it out. The old monk shook his head and motioned for him to take a look first before talking.
The businessman frowned and replied: "In that case, just have a melon, I don't believe it!"
"Okay." The middle-aged man asked, "How many guests want?"
"Two of them, I'll take them to my friends to try the spring watermelons." the businessman replied quietly.
The middle-aged man nodded and replied: "Thank you for taking care of your business, please wait a moment..."
"Interesting." The old monk said softly to the young monk, "Look carefully."
The middle-aged man picked up a hoe from under the tree, dug a few times in the soil not far behind the tree, and then carefully dropped a seed.
While shouting loudly: "Fellow folks, come and see me grow watermelons. It's not sweet and it doesn't cost any money!"
The young monk couldn't help laughing when he heard it: "Master, I will buy one for you to try later."
The old monk glared at him, with an expression that showed he was completely afraid that his disciple would be deceived.
The middle-aged man yelled, poured a spoonful of water from the bucket on the soil in front of him, and shouted: "Guest, please look carefully, my seeds have sprouted!"
A group of passers-by watching the excitement exclaimed: "Oh my god, this is really amazing, it actually sprouted!"
"Master, are these little buds fake?" the young monk asked, pointing to the buds emerging from the moist black mud not far away.
Under his wise eyes, the old monk lowered his head and whispered softly to the young monk. The young monk was so frightened that he covered his mouth tightly.
He secretly said in his heart: "It turns out that this is the legendary trick of rivers and lakes."
While the little monk was stunned and amidst everyone's exclamations, the buds on the black soil gradually grew taller...
The middle-aged man chanted a spell softly and shouted: "My lovely melon seedlings are about to grow taller..."
Before the young monk could cry out, a woman screamed: "Oh my god! It's blooming so soon."
Amid the cheers of everyone, a gust of wind passed by, and the two small flowers on the melon vine withered with the wind. Gradually, two small watermelons grew out.
The middle-aged man's voice seemed to have magic power as he continued to shout: "Guest, please look carefully. The melons are growing quickly. Our guests can't wait any longer."
The little monk looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help shouting: "Master, it's really a watermelon..."
