Tripitaka has not yet arrived.
The young monk finally found his great uncle.
Huiming has just broken through.
Everything was pretty much as Li Xiuyuan had expected, and Huiming knew that he had just broken through, so he would have to wait a little longer, so he stopped worrying about it.
But the old monk didn't know that Li Xiuyuan could help him repair his broken arm. Perhaps he had seen through the principles of life and death in Buddhism and no longer struggled day and night to break through the void and ascend.
Two eminent monks have ascended and left in the grotto one after another. He decided to stay here to practice in the future and no longer search for the Buddhist kingdom in his heart.
The grotto is his Buddhist kingdom.
After living on the mountain for a few days, the young monk now not only gets up early to do morning lessons with the old monk, but also recites poems and books with Huiming and learns to copy the recited poems and books again.
The old monk was puzzled and asked: "Why not let him copy Buddhist scriptures?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "Let him enjoy some leisure time first, and then let Sanzang teach him about Buddhism."
Only then did the old monk know that Tripitaka was also coming to the desert.
So he stopped asking and was secretly happy.
The old and young people in the temple came to the grotto to learn Buddhism one after another. This in itself explains a lot of truth.
There was nothing going on in the mountain. After Li Xiuyuan explained, he went down the mountain alone.
He wanted to take a walk in Dunhuang City to see if the courtyard where Xiaohu's mother lived in the city was still there.
Even if it collapsed in the long river of time, he would still go to the ruins to stay for a while. After all, there was the atmosphere where he and Xiaohu once lived.
Riding horses into Dunhuang was what Li Xiuyuan had imagined, but in reality there was a carriage waiting at the roadside after coming down the mountain.
It seems that the popularity of the grotto is getting more and more popular, and even the coachmen in the city are willing to wait for guests here.
What he didn't expect was when the carriage took him all the way to the west of the city.
Only then did I realize that the alley back then had long since disappeared over the years, not to mention the unkempt yard.
Silently, I stood on the roadside and paid my respects.
I didn’t ask the coachman about it. I guess no one would know if I asked. After all, Da Qin is already a long story.
Following the coachman and finding an inn to stay in the city, he decided to spend some time wandering around the city, imprinting the city on his mind.
If I leave again, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back.
…
But it was in the Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty.
Hongchen Inn is already located diagonally opposite No. 46, with one floor in front and two floors in the back.
Following the old man's suggestion, just like Wine Shop No. 47, the entire first floor of the inn was made of stone walls, and only the second floor at the back was replaced with wood.
In Qin Xiangyu's words, the current Hongchen Inn can withstand a hundred years of wind and rain.
It seems that the front and back floors of the inn are about to be completed, and we are just waiting for the craftsmen to slowly polish the decoration of the interior walls.
The craftsmen told Qin Xiangyu that she would be able to open her business before it snowed.
Sanzang came to a wine shop to have tea with the old man, and it happened that Qin Xiangyu gave the gold coin No. 46 to the old man.
The old man handed the brocade bag that Li Xiuyuan had prepared to Sanzang.
First, he taught him how to use the brocade bag, and then ordered: "This is for gold coins. The purse you carry should also contain some silver coins and copper coins, in case you encounter bandits..."
Sanzang didn't know what to say for a moment, so he silently held a cup of tea and drank it.
The old man continued: "My young master has taken the young monk to wait for you outside Dunhuang City in the desert. The route is no different from where you are going..."
Sanzang sighed and said, "He has already told me about this matter. We are currently preparing to hold the Water and Land Dharma Ceremony. It is estimated that we will leave in the autumn..."
Now that there is an opportunity for the Dharma conference, Tripitaka thinks that this important event of learning Buddhist scriptures is not far away.
The old man laughed and said, "Come here before you leave, and I'll give you two jars of wine."
Sanzang replied: "I originally thought that the matter of obtaining scriptures was far away, but I never expected that it is very close."
At this moment, Qin Xiangyu was making tea in a living room that had been cleared out in Hongchen Inn, and sitting next to him was Jui'er, who was writing with a pen.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Jue'er, where is your eldest brother now? Has he entered the desert?"
"I don't know." Juier whispered, as if her mind was focused on the pen in her hand.
"I heard people say that there are more bandits in the desert than in the Central Plains." Qin Xiangyu continued: "Aren't you afraid that he and the young monk will encounter bandits?"
Jue'er didn't raise her head, and replied while writing: "Master said that the eldest brother is not afraid of bandits, and said that he is more terrifying than the bandits."
"Tch, you haven't seen it with your own eyes."
Qin Xiangyu sighed and said quietly: "From what you said, it seems that that guy is very crazy. If I didn't want to clean up this inn, I would have gone with him."
Juier smiled and replied: "Master said that the eldest brother is taking the young monk to study Buddhism. What can you do if you go with him?"
Right now, one of them doesn't call her senior sister, and the other doesn't call her junior sister, just like Qin Xiangyu is Jui'er's sister.
Xiao Jui was too lazy to argue with her, so she simply stopped calling her sister.
"I can go sightseeing with you." Qin Xiangyu said with a smile: "I have a friend in the Western Regions outside the desert, and I have always wanted to go there."
"That's it. I heard from the master that the Western Region is very far away."
Jue'er rolled her eyes at Qin Xiangyu and replied: "It's just the eldest brother and the little monk. They don't have a few years to go, so I'm afraid they won't be able to come back."
When Qin Xiangyu heard this, he immediately stopped talking.
A few months would be fine, but if we really spent a few years wandering around the desert, this inn would probably be home to rats.
Thinking about it, it's better to follow the master and practice in the imperial city with peace of mind while doing your own business.
After finishing today's homework, Xiao Juier raised her head, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
He whispered: "I heard from Master that Monk Sanzang is going to the desert in a few days. How about you go with him to find my big brother?"
Qin Xiangyu trembled slightly and replied quietly: "Forget it, I don't dare to provoke that monk."
Jue'er chuckled and said, "Jue'er wants to practice with the master. If my parents don't control me so closely, I would also like to secretly follow Monk Sanzang to find my elder brother."
Speaking of this, a happy smile appeared on Jue'er's face.
Like flowers blooming in spring, after all, he is a monk of the Tang Dynasty and no longer a mortal. Not to mention, he will have to spend some time practicing the piano when he returns home.
Although the two of them are the same master, they just have completely different thoughts in their hearts.
Jue'er knew that her junior sister wanted to be a money-making shopkeeper, but Qin Xiangyu didn't know Jue'er's dream at all.
Because even to her master, the little girl did not express her thoughts.
The person I wanted to talk about was able to take the little monk to the desert.
Seeing Guixin's depressed look, Qin Xiangyu couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"
Jue'er looked at her and sighed: "Jue'er is thinking, when big brother comes back, will I already be as tall as you?"
"You're not a nymphomaniac, are you?"
Qin Tingyu laughed speechlessly, touched her head and smiled: "Speaking of how old you are now, even if they come back ten years later, you will still be only a teenager..."
"How is that possible?" Jue'er smiled lightly and said, "I can't see my big brother for so many years, and I will miss him very much."
Qin Xiangyu shook his head and said with a wry smile: "If you want to know about him, it seems you can only ask the master."
"I know, I'm going back to practice piano."
With that said, Xiao Jue'er jumped up from her chair and flew out the door like a cheerful butterfly, which made Qin Xiangyu stunned.
He muttered: "I want to go too."
…
But Li Xiuyuan, who was in Dunhuang City, spent these days either under the eaves of the backyard of the inn, leaning on a bamboo deck chair to enjoy the cool air.
Or go to a tea shop in the city and listen to the scholar tell some old stories about the previous dynasty and listen to a few gossips.
On this day, the gentleman at the tea shop talked about the gossips of the Han Dynasty.
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting by the window, couldn't help but be startled, thinking something interesting.
This period of history is a blank for him, and it is the story of Zhang Liang and Shuzi.
He had already left on his own, so he asked the waiter to bring him a pot of tea and a plate of melon seeds.
Now that he heard the story, he was not in a hurry to go back.
I saw the storyteller on the stage posing with a pot of tea, a plate of melon seeds in front of him, and a folding fan in his hand. He looked like a scholar.
After clearing his throat, the storyteller clapped the bamboo board in his hand and said, "Let's talk about the death of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty..."
After the death of the great ancestor Liu Bang, in the third year of Emperor Hui of the Han Dynasty, Maodun Shanyu of the Huns wrote a letter to the Empress Dowager.
The letter read: "The solitary king was born in Juze, grew up in the plains of wild cattle and horses, and traveled to the border. He is willing to travel to the Central Plains. Your majesty is independent and lives alone. The two masters are unhappy and have nothing to worry about. I wish to use all I have. Change it to nothing.”
Maodun Shanyu said that I was born in the desert and once studied in the imperial city of Qin Dynasty. I longed to go to the Central Plains again.
Now that your husband is dead and I have no wife, we are both alone, why not just marry me!
After receiving this letter, Fan Kuai jumped out and patted Empress Lu's chest and said: "I am willing to personally lead an army of 100,000 people to sweep away the Xiongnu..."
Before Fan Kuai could say anything, Ji Bu immediately poured cold water on him.
Ji Bu suggested to Empress Lu: "At the time of the humiliation of Pingcheng, General Fan came in person. As a senior general, he led an army of 320,000 people and almost failed to rescue Emperor Gaozu."
Speaking of the humiliation of Pingcheng, no one in the court threatened to attack the Xiongnu for a while.
Compared with the past, the current situation was well understood by all ministers. Without Gaozu, an emperor who could personally conquer the country, it would be difficult for the Han army to fight against the Xiongnu army for a while.
Isn’t it just that the matter is left hanging? then what should we do?
Ji Bu suggested to Empress Lu: "Please ask the Empress Dowager to find a gentleman and write a reply to Modun Shanyu. At worst, we can give them some jewelry..."
So the ministers called for Zhang Ze and immediately replied with a polite letter to Mao Dun.
"The Shanyu does not forget the bad people, and gives them books, and the bad people are afraid. When he retreats from the sun, he will be self-reliant. He is old and weak, his teeth are degenerate, and he walks out of step. The Shanyu listens too much, which is not enough to defile himself."
After receiving the reply, Maodun Shanyu, who was in Yuezhi City, did not continue to be shameless and had no choice but to agree to the Han Dynasty's suggestion.
…
A gust of wind blew through the tea shop, bringing a hot breath.
Even if you stay in an inn or a tea shop, you can't resist the scorching heat of the desert.
Listening to Xiaohu's ridiculous things back then, Li Xiuyuan only regretted that he was reluctant to beat him up, and instead of doing it like a good king, he missed other people's wives.
How ridiculous.
If his master knew what he was doing, I wonder if the old Taoist priest would kick Xiaohu a few times to relieve his hatred.
Hundreds of years have passed since this trivial incident, but this storyteller still used it as a gossip story and told it to a bunch of idlers.
After listening to it, I felt ashamed.
No matter what Xindao says, you are also my disciple, and you have also learned etiquette, justice and integrity from the Master, but as soon as you became the king, you threw the principles taught by the teacher behind your head.
Thinking of this, he had no intention of staying in the inn any longer. He wanted to go back to the grotto and curse at the words written by Xiaohu on the stone wall.
After leaving the inn, I stood on the street waiting for the carriage. I went back to the inn to tidy up and headed to the grotto.
At this moment, a young monk stood in the shade of a tree across the street, next to a watermelon stall.
The guy who was holding a piece of watermelon and happily munching on it inadvertently raised his head and looked at the tea shop across the road.
But when he saw Li Xiuyuan on the roadside, he was stunned and speechless for a moment...
