Sanzang stayed on the mountain for one night and then went down the mountain. He said that he heard the Tao on the mountain and wanted to go to the Sutra Library at the foot of the mountain to find the truth.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan had already sown seeds in the vegetable garden, poured snow water on them, and was waiting for them to sprout.
Take the little monk to pick flowers on the mountain path.
Picking flowers is also a science.
You can't pick too many flowers from an apricot tree. You should keep most of the flowers to bloom and bear fruit.
The two spent a day picking flowers in the mountains, and spent another two days brewing several jars of apricot flower spirit wine. After receiving the message from the master, the young monk felt relieved.
Seriously learn from Li Xiuyuan to pick flowers, make wine, and see the world with your heart.
He flipped through the books on the bookshelf in the living room and threw them to the ground. Even the bamboo leaves in the yard were picked by the young monk and thrown around the house.
Then try to close your eyes and look for what you saw a moment ago.
At this moment, the monk's voice came from the bottom of the mountain.
Li Xiuyuan happily replied: "Master, please come."
The old monk at the foot of the mountain suddenly felt that the unbreakable barrier in front of him disappeared instantly, and stepped on the stone steps in front of him with one foot.
I couldn't help but praise: "What a magic circle that can repel people thousands of miles away."
Li Xiuyuan, who is busy in the wooden shed, has already brewed seven jars of spiritual wine. These wines will not be sold in the imperial city. He will keep them for himself to drink slowly, or give them away.
I just went for a walk behind the house. Tomorrow, I can pick the first spring tea.
Just like the little monk in front of him who was learning to see the world with his heart, he was a little expectant and a little uneasy.
After he finished cleaning up the wine-making affairs, he went to the mountain spring to wash up.
The old monk was already waiting for the master's arrival outside the bamboo fence.
Li Xiuyuan stepped forward and clasped his hands and said, "Li Xiuyuan has met the master. Please come in for tea."
The old monk walked in and looked at the newly replanted vegetable garden and the blooming plum trees on the plum trees. He couldn't help but be filled with emotion.
Praise: "I never thought that the plum blossoms that have failed to bloom in winter can bloom again in spring."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, but didn't reply, and couldn't.
Even when Sanzang asked him, he didn't know how to answer.
The two of them entered the living room together, and the old monk did not ask about the towering old trees in front of him, because the big trees at the foot of the mountain also grew overnight, and they were not much different from those on the mountain.
But when the old monk saw his disciples covering the living room with feathers, he couldn't help but frown.
Looking at the little monk groping around on the ground with his eyes closed, he asked, "Xiaobao, what are you doing?"
The young monk was shocked when he heard this. He immediately opened his eyes, looked at the old monk in front of him and said with a smile, "This disciple is learning how to see the world with his heart."
The old monk was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the scene in the imperial city where the master and his disciples have hastened, making waste.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly to Li Xiuyuan and said, "My disciple may be thinking about the watermelon in the imperial city, and he is obsessed with it."
The young monk shook his head and said with a smile: "Master, this is the method my brother taught me."
Li Xiuyuan asked the old monk to sit down, and while lighting a fire and boiling water, he replied: "Monk Sanzang also tried to look carefully, but his method is somewhat different and not suitable for you and his disciples..."
The old monk suddenly understood and sighed secretly.
Sure enough, it was the right decision for me to let the young monk go up the mountain to find the boy. Even the monk Tripitaka, who had the highest level of Buddhist practice in the temple, also practiced this way.
It seems that the day when my disciples see the world with their hearts is not far away.
Li Xiuyuan stopped the young monk's practice, looked at the old monk and asked, "Why does the unknown master come to the mountain?"
He was not familiar with the old monk, and he had no Buddhist advice from the old monk. At this moment, he naturally had to find out the old monk's purpose.
The old monk thought for a while and replied: "I apologize to the young master for my junior brother's recklessness at that time. I also want to ask you what is mysterious about this mountain."
Li Xiuyuan pointed at the young monk and said with a smile: "Ask him, he has looked through the back of my outer room several times and there are any secrets that he cannot tell."
The young monk shook his head and said with a smile: "My disciple learned wine-making from his elder brother. My elder brother said that the tea behind the house cannot be picked until tomorrow. Master, please don't be impatient."
Hearing this, Li Xiuyuan explained seriously: "I told two monks here who were looking for trouble that when this place was in the Qin Dynasty, there were sages who practiced here..."
"This wooden house was not built by the Tang Dynasty, but by the ancestors of the Zhou Dynasty. I renovated it after I came here, that's all."
"Although they are just two shabby houses, they cannot tolerate interference from the world or people outside the world, not even the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and no one can come..."
Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "As long as I am still here."
The old monk touched the young monk's head and sighed heavily when he heard Li Xiuyuan's words that were not sharp but did not give in.
After thinking for a while, he said, "I have been teaching Xiaobao how to get rid of the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, but unexpectedly...it seems that attaining the Tao is not possible through practicing cultivation outside the world."
Li Xiuyuan laughed when he heard this: "If you could become a Buddha by becoming a monk and entering a temple, I'm afraid the Buddhist kingdom above the Nine Heavens would have been crushed."
The old monk sighed and replied helplessly: "We all understand the principles, but when the time comes, how many people can do it?"
While washing the pot and making tea, Li Xiuyuan replied disapprovingly: "If a monk can't even realize it later, he might as well return to secular life, marry a wife and have children."
The old monk suddenly fell silent when he heard this.
What Li Xiuyuan said is absolutely correct. Even if a monk does not have the wisdom to foresight, if he practices hard, he will not be able to realize it later. It is better not to practice at all.
There is no difference between a confused monk and a person who lives in this world all day long.
The little monk didn't understand what the two said, so he just touched his stomach and said with a smile: "Brother, I seem to be hungry again."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but laugh when he heard it. He stood up and took a plate of apricot blossom cake and put it on the table. He looked at him and said with a smile, "It's a pity that I don't know how to do it. Otherwise, I could go pick apricot blossoms."
The young monk picked up a piece and handed it to the old monk: "Try it, master. It tastes better than the cakes bought in the imperial city."
The old monk smiled slightly, reached out to take it, and took a bite.
Li Xiuyuan poured spiritual tea for the master and apprentice, and said: "Don't be anxious, eat slowly."
It wasn't until the three of them drank a cup of hot tea that Li Xiuyuan looked at the old monk and seriously talked about the young monk's future.
"Monk Tripitaka has always wanted to go to Landa Temple in the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. Why not let Xiaobao accompany him? Firstly, it will be good for him to see the outside world, and secondly, it will be good for his practice."
Li Xiuyuan looked at Xiaobao and said: "As for you, I actually want you to return to the world with me, and wait until you grow up to decide whether to be born..."
When the old monk heard this, he looked at his beloved disciple. This child he picked up from the roadside when he was a child was just like his biological son.
I was speechless for a moment.
Whether to be born or join the world is an important matter for a young monk and cannot be decided by him as a master.
Even for his own children, he cannot make decisions on his behalf.
But the young man in front of him gave the young monk a third choice.
Although Sanzang has not yet started to travel to the West, the old monk knows that this is Sanzang's ambition, and he is afraid that it can really be realized.
The young monk tilted his head and looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Brother, do you want to go too?"
Li Xiuyuan laughed and replied: "When the apricots on this mountain can be picked and eaten, I will go to the desert to see it."
"If you follow Sanzang to obtain scriptures, you can follow me to the desert first. There is also a great monk there and a large grotto with many Buddha statues carved in it..."
Just like when he brought Xiaohu back to the imperial city from the desert, Li Xiuyuan now wanted to take the little monk to the desert for a look.
The old monk sighed and looked at the young man in front of him with incredible eyes.
He never imagined that with Xiu Yuan's cultivation and age, he would actually know the monks practicing in the grottoes in the desert.
And from his tone, it was clear that he was very familiar with that monk.
After thinking about it, he was extremely reluctant to part with it, so the old monk had no choice but to give the decision-making power to his precious disciple.
He touched the little monk's head and said, "If you want to go, just follow my brother."
"The imperial city looks very big, but in fact the world that belongs to you is too small. It is so small that there is only this side of the world under the mountain. Go outside and take a look. Don't worry, Sanzang is there to teach you."
In the opinion of the old monk, the young man in front of him can teach Sanzang and his disciples to see the world with their hearts, and maybe even give the young monk a better future.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and looked at the old monk's confused look, so he had no choice but to explain.
Said: "I will take him to the desert first. If Sanzang really wants to learn Buddhist scriptures, I will accompany them to the first level to see the exotic customs..."
"If Sanzang can't go, wait until I come back from the desert and take him back here."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the young monk and said, "After reading Buddhist scriptures, you have to go see more scenery on the road. If you want to return to secular life when you grow up, I think your master and Monk Sanzang will support you."
The old monk also sighed and said: "In that case, let's go to the desert and have a look. If I weren't worried about the affairs of the temple, I would also like to go there."
The young monk chuckled: "Maybe I can meet my great uncle in the desert."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned and speechless when he heard this. The young monk was right, if the old monk who left the imperial city for the desert in the winter went to Dunhuang City.
It is quite possible to encounter someone practicing in a grotto. After all, there is the aura of Master Zhang Liang, as well as the aura of the Buddha, the fat monk and his apprentice.
Not to mention, Monk Huiming should still be practicing there.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile lightly and said: "I still have old friends there. If I meet your uncle again, I can sit down and make a pot of tea and have a good chat."
The old monk couldn't help but trembled and said: "I didn't expect that although the donor is still young, he still has compassion."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but want to laugh. Since you teach your disciples to see the world with their hearts, why can't they see their true side?
However, there was one thing that Li Xiuyuan forgot. When he ignited the fire of nirvana, he was no longer the same as he was yesterday.
Even if the old Taoist priest is sitting here, what he sees in his eyes is just a boy who is no more than thirteen years old.
When the young monk heard that the master agreed to his brother's request, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Master, this disciple is now looking forward to summer again."
The old monk had no choice but to teach him another lesson: "I have already said that you are a Buddhist and should maintain a normal mind."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "It's okay, we are born in this world, we must have something to look forward to, otherwise this life will be too boring."
After he finished, he looked at the master and apprentice and said: "Master will stay a little longer for the spring bamboo shoots, radishes and green vegetables on the mountain, and then go down the mountain after dinner."
The little old monk also held the old monk's hand and said with a smile: "Master, the rice cooked by my brother is delicious."
The old monk sighed, took his little hand and said, "In this case, you first take me to the mountains for a walk."
Watching the master and apprentice leave the living room and the courtyard, Li Xiuyuan was thinking about the time when his husband took him to Tianshan Mountain.
That year, he was not much different from the little monk in front of him.
Starting from the foot of the world, the husband wanted to conquer the snow-capped mountain alone, without holding his little hand.
Your own journey of thousands of miles should start from the foot of Tianshan Mountain...
