Huiming looked at Li Xiuyuan in confusion, but when he heard this warm and familiar voice, he came back to his senses instantly.
At that moment, he felt joyful in his heart, clasped his hands and said, "I am so happy to see the Bodhisattva again, come up quickly, I miss you so much."
Waving his hand, Huiming asked the monk to retreat.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said, "Find a clean room. This guy will sleep for who knows how long."
Huiming nodded and replied: "Master's house has always been empty. It was just cleaned up today. Please come with me."
When the two settled down with the young monk and came to the Huiming Buddhist Hall, Li Xiuyuan and the old monks in the Buddhist Hall were stunned.
The old monk couldn't help but ask: "Why did the little benefactor come to the desert?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed again, thought for a while and replied: "I brought the young monk to see the Buddha in the desert. He fell asleep now, and I came to have some tea."
Not knowing Huiming's relationship with the old monk, Li Xiuyuan did not clarify his relationship with Huiming.
Huiming laughed and said, "Senior is here, so of course he wants to drink hot tea. Please come quickly."
When "Senior" was spoken, a thunder suddenly sounded on the old monk's head.
Seeing that Huiming didn't look like he was joking, the young man in front of him didn't salute the monk at all. Finally, he seemed to understand something.
Li Xiuyuan first poured a cup of herbal tea and drank it in one gulp.
Then he lit the small stove on the table, looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "Breaking tea in winter can dispel the cold, brewing tea in summer can remove moisture, and herbal tea can quench thirst. They are all good."
The old monk sighed secretly when he heard the words. In just one sentence, he and Huiming expressed their different thoughts.
It seemed that the young man in front of him was the one Huiming was waiting for.
While boiling water, Huiming smiled and said: "I had a dream at noon, and the master in the dream told me that this opportunity was coming... I thought for a long time, isn't my opportunity the senior?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and replied: "I didn't expect you to still stay here to practice. It's really rare."
Not wanting Hui Ming to talk too much and say the wrong thing, Li Xiuyuan said to the old monk first: "I have been to the desert before, and this trip is to visit an old friend."
After all, he had no friendship with the old monk, so he could put aside the grudges of the battle under the snow-capped mountains.
Because in his eyes, there is no right or wrong in the world.
He didn't want to retreat, but the old monk wanted to retreat, so there was the subsequent conflict.
However, he didn't want to tell the old monk everything about that year.
The old monk sighed and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that the donor actually had an old fate with the big monk... How have you been doing this little monk?"
"Not bad. When he wakes up tomorrow, you can have a good chat with him."
The young monk didn't know much about his own affairs. He didn't mind letting the old monk practice with the young monk in the grotto. After all, he didn't know how to teach others.
After drinking two cups of hot tea, the old monk said goodbye knowingly. He wanted to leave some space to the two people in front of him.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan who was back to his youth again, Hui Ming was filled with emotions, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
After thinking about it, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said seriously: "By the way, one of that guy's arms was cut off by me in the Imperial City of Tang Dynasty. At that time, he wanted to occupy my wooden house on the mountain..."
It wasn't until the old monk left that Li Xiuyuan revealed their past and Huiming.
Looking at Huiming's stunned look, he said seriously: "As I said before, you are just the monk Huiming in this grotto, and you are already dead in the Buddhist temple in the imperial city."
Huiming nodded and said with a wry smile: "I understand this. Even the Great Sui Dynasty after the Great Zhou Dynasty has perished. It's really like a dream..."
After taking a sip of spiritual tea, Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "So, have you woken up from your dream?"
Thinking that the little monk would be broken when he woke up and wanted to practice, he looked at Huiming and said with a smile: "I would like to ask the monk to teach that child to read more poems and learn more worldly laws."
Huiming nodded and replied: "This is a small matter... What about Buddhism?"
In Huiming's view, since the young monk is in Buddhism, he should naturally focus on Buddhist practice.
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and replied seriously: "The old monk is his great uncle. The young monk also has a master. You should ignore the practice of Buddhism for the time being."
Huiming realized after hearing this. It turned out that Li Xiuyuan just wanted the young monk to learn some worldly laws.
For a former king, this was a simple matter.
After changing the course of tea, Huiming showed a bitter look on his face, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
How could Li Xiuyuan not understand his thoughts?
The Sui Dynasty was destroyed, and you haven't suddenly reached the threshold. It seems that this world is indeed a cruel thing for monks.
After some thought, he smiled and said, "Don't be impatient. Find a suitable day and I will help you break through."
When Huiming heard the words, he liked it for a while, and then showed a sad face: "I heard from the master that when I break through the realm, I will have to go through the tribulation..."
He had only heard of Thunder Tribulation, but had not seen it yet.
All things under the heaven are not afraid of the calamity thunder falling from the nine heavens. This is something Huiming both looks forward to and fears.
Sighing softly, Li Xiuyuan comforted you: "I told you that day that practicing cultivation is an unnatural thing. Even if you die under the thunder of disaster, it is a normal thing."
"If any monk can cross that threshold, what else do you need from Heaven? Didn't your master endure the thunderstorm back then?"
Patting the table in front of him, Li Xiuyuan continued: "Since I'm here, let me help you this time."
Li Xiuyuan was very surprised that Huiming could cultivate to the level he saw before him. The key point was that Huiming and the young monk's great uncle were completely different people.
One is getting old, and the other still looks like a middle-aged man.
After thinking about it, I can only say that Huiming, who has let go of the world, is open-minded and has received the blessing of this world.
However, after breaking through to the distraction state, it depends on his own practice and luck.
After all, not everyone can break through the cage of this world and ascend like the fat monk.
Not everyone is as lucky as the little monk. He was able to meet the dragon who had a grudge against the Emperor of Tang Dynasty at the place where Li Xiuyuan was in danger for the second time.
I was so grateful that I didn't know what to do for a while.
He just murmured to himself: "I wonder how long I have to practice before I can get the chance to leave this world like my master?"
"Ascension..."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart, knowing that human nature is indeed the same.
Once you set foot on this path, there is no turning back or turning back.
Thinking of this, he suddenly sympathized with the young monk's uncle. Perhaps, before he left with the young monk, he gave the old monk an arm.
Putting down the tea cup in his hand, Li Xiuyuan took Hui Minglai out of the Buddhist hall and came to the place where Xiaohu practiced sword practice.
Pointing to the big characters on the stone wall, he said: "This is my disciple Xiaohu. You have also seen him... This is what he put down the world, put down the Khan of Yuezhi City, and went to the Tianshan Mountains to carve it here..."
"It stands to reason that your master is also my friend. He was able to ascend and leave this place six hundred years before you came to the grotto. In order to find a successor, he stayed here for an additional six hundred years..."
Having said this, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said, "Think about it, how many years have you been practicing here since the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
Huiming looked at the big characters on the stone wall, shook his head and asked: "Why can I still only see three characters after reading it for decades? And I heard that these were originally four characters..."
"Mountains, greens, seas, shores...this is Xiaohu's practice of Buddhism. Although he did a lot of dirty things when he was King Khan, it is not easy to have such an understanding."
Seeing that Huiming was still frowning, Li Xiuyuan smiled.
He smiled faintly and said: "Think carefully, think about all the Buddhist teachings that the fat monk taught you, and you will understand that these four simplest words already contain the true meaning of Buddhist teachings."
"I can't teach you much about Buddhism. Monk Tripitaka from the Tang Dynasty will come over soon. If you don't understand anything, you can ask him..."
Waving his hand, Li Xiuyuan turned and left. He wanted to see the little monk's condition.
That night, Huiming sat stupidly under the stone wall all night.
That night, the light and shadow in the sky on the stone wall kept changing, just like the light in the sea of darkness reflected on the stone wall.
That night, the little monk lying on the bed was also tossing and turning, restless.
As a result, Li Xiuyuan couldn't sleep well all night.
One moment my heart looked at the enlightened monk Huiming under the stone wall, and the next moment I silently stared at the little monk in front of me who was refining the immortal dragon soul in his dream.
When the sun in the sky shines into the window sill, the little monk wakes up from his dream and screams.
Li Xiu opened his eyes, looked at him, shook his head, and said quietly: "Go out and chat with your great uncle. He should have finished his morning lessons. Let me sleep a little longer..."
Upon hearing this, the little monk swung out of the door.
No matter where this place is, he can feel at ease as long as his eldest brother is here, let alone his great uncle.
In his opinion, this place is like a temple under the snow-capped mountains.
During this sleep, Li Xiuyuan didn't wash up and go out until he was already asleep.
After walking around the mountains, I came to the Buddhist hall and saw Huiming making tea and discussing Buddhism with the old monk. Next to him sat a young monk practicing calligraphy with a brush.
Before Huiming could say anything, the old monk looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked excitedly: "May I ask the benefactor, what kind of adventure did I, the younger generation, get on the road?"
The old monk knew very well that when he left, the little old monk had not yet gathered his Qi, but when he woke up in the morning, he was already at the seventh level of foundation building.
This was beyond his understanding of the practice.
But when he asked the little monk just now, the little monk said that he had not eaten anything, but had just had a long dream, and when he woke up, he was already here.
He didn't care what happened on the road.
The master entrusted him to his elder brother, and he never had to worry about food and accommodation along the way, let alone the principles of spiritual practice.
Li Xiuyuan did not answer the old monk's question immediately, but looked at Monk Huiming and smiled and said: "Congratulations to the great monk for hearing the Tao and breaking through the realm overnight. You are not far away from crossing the threshold now."
He didn't expect that this guy just sat under the stone wall for a night, figured out some truth, and then broke through from the eighth level of Nascent Soul to the ninth level peak.
In this way, as long as I help him again, I can break through to a higher realm.
Huiming looked ashamed when he heard this and sighed: "It turns out that the big characters on the stone wall contain many principles of Buddhism. It's a pity that I didn't see it clearly before."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "As soon as you hear the Tao, you will break through the realm. You are not bad. In the end, the cultivation of Buddhism depends entirely on the word "enlightenment". Once you have enlightenment, you will break through."
After speaking, he touched the little monk's head and said with a smile: "You can't meet this guy's opportunity, and you can't ask for it. I won't tell you, and you won't believe it if I tell you."
The old monk nodded thoughtfully and asked, "How long has this little guy been sleeping on the road? Why does the donor need to carry him up the mountain?"
Huiming didn't mean to talk too much. At this moment, he was all thinking about the meaning of the four characters on the stone wall.
Li Xiuyuan reached out and squeezed the young monk's hand and began to explore it quietly. He didn't put down his hand until he confirmed something.
Looking at the old monk, he replied: "He slept for seven days from the time he encountered the storm on the road."
