After the old monk left, Li Xiuyuan watched Lingcha behind the house get into trouble.
There wasn't much spiritual tea, so the young monk didn't need to help pick it.
The young monk is still blindfolded in the room to find his own feelings, saying that before going down the mountain, he must learn to pick up the things in front of him while blindfolded.
Li Xiuyuan, who had picked Lingcha, was thinking that he had cold plums from Meishan Mountain in Xuanwu Continent, cold plums from Wangchuan River, and petals picked from the plum tree in front of the house...
Different from the previous anxiety, now he began to worry about mixing winter plums from three different worlds into spiritual tea.
Will it bring trouble to the world?
After thinking over and over again, he had no choice but to fry three different kinds of spiritual tea.
The first one uses only the most original tea leaves and no flower petals.
The second portion just added a few winter plum petals picked from the plum tree in front of the house. He didn't fry too much either.
It is just to satisfy the young monk's promise to the old monk, and the portion must be strictly controlled, and no more can be given.
The third portion is naturally the most fried, with the addition of three different kinds of cold plum petal spiritual tea.
Naturally, the last spiritual tea can only be shared by his master, the old monk, the eldest sister on the Forgotten River, and others.
Even so, he had troubles.
I don’t know who to try and taste this first new tea... The old man at the foot of the mountain is definitely not good, and it goes without saying that Qin Xiangyu can’t do it.
It was even more impossible for the old monk at the foot of the mountain. Before he understood the spiritual power of this spiritual tea, he decided not to let anyone try it.
Except for the little monk in front of me who has no cultivation.
It won't be long before he takes the young monk and leaves the imperial city, not to mention that the young monk will eventually accompany Sanzang to obtain scriptures.
Even if the little monk gathers energy to build the foundation in one day, he is not afraid.
After understanding the reason, Li Xiuyuan cooked a spiritual tea without adding flower petals that night and poured a cup for the young monk.
Just like Xiaohu back then, the little monk was about to spit out the drink after taking the first sip, but was stopped by Li Xiuyuan in an instant.
Until the little monk showed a surprised look on his face and repeatedly said it was so sweet.
Li Xiuyuan made him drink two drinks in a row, and then sent the young monk back to his room to rest.
She looked at him and said, "Have a good sleep, brother will give you a surprise tomorrow."
The little monk was already confused and just wanted to lie in bed and dream.
He waved to Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "Brother, you are so kind."
The long night was dripping, and the spring rain was ticking on the green tiles of the wooden house. Guarding a lone lamp, Li Xiuyuan looked into the void and smiled bitterly: "Master, do you want to try this new tea made by my disciple?"
A breeze blew into the living room, and a figure appeared in front of him. It was the old Taoist priest he had not seen for a long time.
Knocking on the table, the old Taoist priest said with a smile: "Yes, it seems that you are really lucky. The fragment of the jade dish that was about to be lost again fell into your hands."
Instead of commenting on the spiritual tea that Li Xiuyuan was most proud of, he mentioned the jade dish first.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and poured the old Taoist a cup of the spiritual tea he had just cooked for the young monk.
He asked: "Master, try this tea first to see if people in this world can drink it, such as the old monk at the foot of the mountain, the old man in the imperial city, and his two disciples..."
The old Taoist priest picked up the cup and took a shallow sip, feeling the spiritual energy and flavor in it. He only paused for a moment and drank it all in one gulp.
He replied: "It's okay. Let's cook the one you're most proud of. I also want to try the Hanmei with three different worlds added. Will it scare me?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly, and while cleaning the teapot, he poured boiling snow water on it and started cleaning it.
After carefully falling into the spiritual tea with three petals from Meishan, Wangchuan, and Datang Snow Mountain, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said, "This is a purely unintentional move by my disciple."
"Originally, I was just thinking that the spiritual tea from Tianshan Mountain was almost finished. I couldn't just sit there and wait for nothing. I wanted to plant some spiritual tea in the mountains and drink it myself..."
"The disciple was afraid that the old plum trees from Da Qin would not survive after being transplanted, so he mixed some spring water with them. As a result... they all started to grow like crazy..."
Speaking of this, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Before, I was afraid that it would not survive, but now I am afraid that its aura is too strong."
While he was talking, a cup of spiritual tea exuding cold fragrance was placed in front of the old Taoist priest.
Seeing Li Xiuyuan's nervous look, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but shake his head, picked up the spirit tea and sniffed it gently, then showed a satisfied look.
Li Xiuyuan had a suspicious look on his face. He picked up a glass and put it to his lips and sniffed it.
Then he ignored what the master in front of him meant and took a shallow sip.
In my heart, I was trying to distinguish which floral fragrance came from Meishan and which one came from Huangquan Village above the Forgotten River. The remaining cold fragrance was the cold plum in front of the door.
Before he could taste the fragrance of the flowers, he felt that the spiritual tea produced in the Snow Mountain of Tang Dynasty and the spiritual tea from Tianshan Mountain had an indescribable and unexplainable taste.
Just like the little monk, he almost spit it out.
As for Li Xiuyuan right now, he had drank the spiritual tea among the heavens countless times.
"How can it be……"
Li Xiuyuan reached out his hand and quietly wiped away a tear that fell unconsciously on his face, and asked in a daze: "Master, why do I feel the pain of life and death..."
No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out where this extremely bitter taste came from?
The same snow water, the same sacred spring, the environment is no different from the Tianshan Mountains.
Why does the spiritual tea here have a smell that makes you want to cry?
The old Taoist priest was startled when he heard this, because he hadn't started tasting it yet. Looking at Li Xiuyuan's appearance, he couldn't help but take a sip.
After a while, he was stunned and speechless.
The master and the disciple remained speechless, and after quietly drinking a cup of tea, the old Taoist sighed leisurely.
After thinking for a while, he said softly: "This should be the time when the fragments of the jade disc that recorded the law of nirvana were fused together with the snow-capped mountains here... The divine light from the sky fell on everything nearby..."
"All things have animism. This divine light that has never been seen in ten thousand years fell here, and even the spiritual tea changed overnight. Even my master has never drunk such spiritual tea."
"Such a spiritual tea, I'm afraid those guys, including Xiaohu, will have to break through..."
Sighing, the old Taoist priest warned: "This tea must never appear in the Tang Dynasty. You should know the stakes involved and don't harm them."
Li Xiuyuan didn't expect that the spiritual tea he planted unintentionally would be so terrifying, and he became frightened for a moment.
Looking at the old Taoist priest, he asked: "Where is the spiritual tea from before? I have given the young monk two cups to drink..."
He didn't believe that just a cup of spiritual tea could allow the young monk to gather energy and build a foundation in one day. If so, he would have gone to the room to guard the young monk.
The old Taoist priest smiled lightly: "It's not that scary. Don't panic."
After speaking, a golden light flew out at the snap of his fingers and flew into the room. The little monk in the dream turned over, grinding his teeth and talking in his sleep.
Li Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his master take action himself.
Looking at the old Taoist priest, he asked: "I plan to let him accompany Sanzang to obtain scriptures. This should not affect Sanzang's schedule and change history, right?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said seriously: "It would be a lie to say that it has no impact. As long as the final result does not change, it doesn't matter what you encounter on the road."
After speaking, the old Taoist priest looked at him and smiled, and Li Xiuyuan quickly added spiritual tea to their cups.
Smelling the cold fragrance gradually spreading in the room, the old Taoist priest said: "I thought you would accompany the monk on all the journeys to learn scriptures..."
Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Based on time, it will take Sanzang more than ten years of work. I have to come back and watch how Duo'er walks to the emperor of the Tang Dynasty..."
For Li Xiuyuan, it was impossible to spend all his time accompanying Sanzang on his journey to the Tang Dynasty.
That is a monk's self-improvement and sanctification practice, and it has nothing to do with him.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan continued: "If the disciple stays with him, it will no longer be Sanzang who goes to the Western Land to obtain scriptures, but he will become a disciple to obtain scriptures."
"Whenever there is trouble on the road, the disciples can't help but take action. I'm afraid this result is not what Sanzang himself wants, right?"
The old Taoist priest frowned slightly, as if thinking about his disciple's reasoning.
After a while, he nodded gently, expressing his agreement with Li Xiuyuan's choice.
He replied: "It's okay to go and have a look. Don't make any choices on behalf of that monk. Your paths are different. He wants to go to the Buddhist Kingdom, but what about you?"
Li Xiuyuan laughed when he heard this: "What about the little monk in the room? Where is his path?"
When it came to the young monk, the old Taoist suddenly fell silent. After drinking half a cup of spiritual tea, he sighed.
Analyze it carefully: "Right now, it is no different than a piece of white paper. No one knows what kind of flower it will bloom in the end."
"You just need to teach him some principles of life as much as possible, and don't interfere with the trajectory of his life. Remember, you are just a fish trying to escape from the fishing net, not a fisherman yet."
Li Xiuyuan was awe-inspiring when he heard the words and nodded gently.
He took three jade bottles and handed them to the old Taoist priest, and said quietly: "One bottle for the senior monk, and one for my mother and master when I have the opportunity."
Then he gave the old Taoist priest a large box of the last ordinary spiritual tea without adding winter plum petals, and said with a smile: "Master, would you like to bring a jar of the wine you just brewed?"
The old Taoist priest put away the spiritual tea in front of him, waved his hand and smiled: "What could be better? Your brother and sister have been thinking about you all day long, and this time it is just right..."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head when he heard this, and replied sternly: "It's best to let Shuzi and Xiaohu forget about the disciples. The road to cultivation is long, how can you be successful and worry about the things behind you?"
To complete the grievances of Mount Xumi, it will take him who knows how many years to resolve the troubles around him.
He didn't want Shuzi, Xiaohu, Yelu Mingzhu and others to worry about him all the time.
After thinking about this, Li Xiuyuan asked worriedly: "Master, how are Xiao Long'er and the two doing? Is there any danger? How many years have passed..."
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said: "Wait a moment, this is not a trivial matter. Not to mention you, even the old monk is very anxious."
Lowering his head, Li Xiuyuan sighed quietly.
He murmured softly: "If Xiao Long'er wakes up, please master, please think of a way to bring her to see me. I miss her very much. I made a promise to her parents to take care of her."
"knew……"
The moment the old Taoist priest left, he thought for a moment and said, "That little monk is an interesting guy, haha."
Li Xiuyuan thought about the story told by the little monk and said with a smile: "This guy hasn't opened his eyes of wisdom yet..."
He raised his head, thinking that he had not yet asked about the important matter of the "Nirvana Sutra", so he couldn't help but shout: "Master, where is my sutra..."
I saw that the living room was empty, and there was no sign of the old Taoist priest anywhere.
I released my spiritual consciousness and explored the ground behind the house. Only the young monk was grinding his teeth in his dream. The master left with a wave of his hand...
Looking at the oil lamp on the table, I savored the faint fragrance of flowers in my mouth, thinking that I could make the little monk happy tomorrow.
Give the old monk another surprise.
The apricot trees in the mountains have already produced thin green fruits, the day is about to mature and the day is about to leave for the desert.
Not far away.
The Qingming Festival has passed, and a few drops of rain have fallen. I am grateful to many new and old friends for their support. Thank you.
