You know how many flowers fall in the dream, but Li Xiuyuan in the dream doesn't know.
The little monk in the grotto was waiting for his brother to wake up all day long, and he had been waiting for nearly three years.
If Huiming hadn't stopped the old monk, and if the young monk hadn't been blocked by a piece of talisman and couldn't enter his brother's door, he would have rushed in long ago.
Even if you pour a basin of water, you will wake up the big brother from his dream.
When the branches on the mountain sprouted new buds, and when the flowers had not yet revealed their fragrance, Li Xiuyuan, who woke up from a dream, had already left the grotto with the young monk.
When they left, the rumbling thunder of disaster sounded from the mountain behind the grotto, as if to see them off.
Sitting in the carriage, the little monk looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Brother, is the big monk going to survive the tribulation?"
Li Xiuyuan replied quietly: "That's right."
"Is there any danger?" Holding a few melon seeds in his hand, the little monk had a look of fear on his face as a thunderbolt fell, as if it hit him on the head.
"I don't know, isn't it that your great uncle is accompanying him?"
Li Xiuyuan replied calmly.
He had already made all the necessary arrangements, and gave two amulets each to Huiming and the old monk, in order to help them survive the last thunderstorm.
At least when the old monk hears the truth, breaks the void and ascends, it is not something he has to consider.
The young monk nodded, looked at him and smiled: "Brother, can my uncle's broken arm really be restored?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied: "If he believes that he can recover, he will definitely recover."
Giving the old monk a pair of elixirs to repair his broken arm was the last thing Li Xiuyuan could do.
In this way, he completely fulfilled his wish to visit the grotto, and also relieved the knot in the young monk's heart.
Ordinarily, there is no elixir in this world that can regenerate a broken arm, so he went against the will of heaven by taking action.
Fortunately, he has always adhered to his principles and has not disturbed the way of heaven in this world.
The little monk knew that Li Xiuyuan prepared the elixir for his uncle. He believed in his elder brother's ability, just as he was willing to follow Li Xiuyuan out to see the world.
Leaning against the window of the carriage, smelling the fragrance of early spring, Li Xiuyuan was thinking about his own thoughts.
He had been sleeping in the grotto for unknown years, but the master would wake him up from his dream and tell him that something unexpected had happened to Tripitaka of the Tang Dynasty in his quest for Buddhist scriptures.
After Taizong held a grand water and land ceremony, Sanzang applied to Emperor Taizong several times for customs clearance documents, but was not approved.
This delay lasted until the third year of Zhenguan.
This is also the reason why Li Xiuyuan couldn't wake up from his dream in the grotto. If he woke up from his dream, he would have returned to Chang'an and taken Sanzang away.
This year there was a great disaster in Chang'an, and the government allowed the people to eat as much as possible.
The helpless Sanzang had no choice but to seize the opportunity before him and mingled with the victims. He left Chang'an, crossed Tianshui, and headed for Liangzhou.
This is why the old Taoist priest asked Li Xiuyuan to return to Liangzhou to wait for Sanzang.
"Liangzhou..."
Li Xiuyuan sighed quietly, that was the place where he met Meng Jiang in Da Qin.
It was also the place where he passed by with his wife, Miss Xiangfu, on his way to the Great Wall.
Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, after many twists and turns, I would return to the place that was about to be erased from my memory.
When the two people sat on the carriage and left the grotto and Dunhuang, the thunder in the sky gradually stopped.
After bathing in the divine light from heaven, Monk Huiming and Emperor Ming, who died in the Imperial City of the Great Zhou Dynasty, finally heard the truth and achieved enlightenment in the mountains behind the grottoes outside Dunhuang of the Great Tang Dynasty.
With a lot of experience, he actually sang all the way, and didn't stop until he reached the third level of distraction.
Even the old monk who was guarding him not far away was so frightened that he could not speak.
He had seen monks break through realms and overcome tribulations, but he had never seen anyone who could break through three realms in a row. After much deliberation, he could only attribute it to Li Xiuyuan who was already in the grotto.
Looking at the monk Huiming who instantly regained his youthful appearance, the old monk couldn't help but said with emotion: "It's a pity that the little benefactor has to leave in a hurry because of something, so he can't witness the miracle of the great monk."
Monk Huiming shook his head, looked at him and replied: "Senior, I don't know something. All the miracles in my body were done by him."
He couldn't tell his past, and he didn't know Li Xiuyuan's past either.
But this does not hinder Huiming's respect and longing for Li Xiuyuan.
After all, if he hadn't given up the wealth and honor in the world, he would have disappeared in the vast years just like Emperor Wu.
The old monk touched his arm and replied: "I have to go back and try the elixir. Donor Li said that it will take less than a year to recover as before."
To the old monk, this was simply more important than him breaking through.
Even if you ascend and leave, you still need to have a complete body. You can't go to another world with a disabled body to continue practicing, right?
Huiming clasped his hands together and said seriously: "Since he has prepared the elixir for you, he will definitely be able to cure your broken arm."
…
Hongchen Inn has been operated by Qin Xiangyu for two years.
The business in the past two years has been good or bad, but it is exactly what she wanted, because this way she can have more time to practice with her master.
In the courtyard of No. 47, the master and apprentice were chatting over a pot of spiritual tea.
Looking at the osmanthus tree outside the living room, Qin Xiangyu sighed, not knowing when Li Xiuyuan would come back.
The old man shook his head and replied: "You have to ask the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty about this. He went back on his word, which made Sanzang and the monks happy..."
Qin Xiangyu nodded when he heard this, and said quietly: "So, hasn't Li Xiuyuan been waiting painfully in the desert for the monk to come out of seclusion?"
The old man smiled lightly: "These are bad times. There are so many disaster victims. I think you should open a porridge shed at your inn and give out some porridge a day. The money will be used by the teacher."
Instead of answering Qin Xiangyu's words immediately, the old man turned around and talked about another topic.
In his opinion, it was not appropriate for a wine shop to do this, but the space outside Hongchen Inn was spacious enough for the inn's cook to cook two large pots every day.
Even if Li Xiuyuan was in the imperial city, he would probably be like this.
The words were like those of a wise man. After following Li Xiuyuan for a long time, even the old man felt some compassion.
Qin Xiangyu was stunned for a moment, and then thought that the business of the inn had been getting worse and worse recently, which was completely different from her previous expectations.
This prosperous age has not yet come, but natural disasters are coming.
Immediately he clapped his hands and made up his mind and replied: "The disciples can handle this matter. How can I ask the master to pay for it?"
"No, just think of it as the money you spent to buy Courtyard No. 46 and give it back to you."
The old man sighed and said with a wry smile: "If I had known earlier that you were going to be my disciple, I would have given you this courtyard as a gift. That would be the deal."
Qin Xiangyu curled her lips and shouted: "Li Xiuyuan is not greedy. Didn't he not ask for a penny and gave it all to the monk?"
The old man sighed and shook his head: "It seems that the young master has the foresight. He knew that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty would not agree to Sanzang's trip to obtain scriptures, so he prepared the travel expenses for him long ago."
Qin Xiangyu thought for a while and asked: "Is it possible that the monk has..."
"Yes, he has followed the victims out of the Great Wall and headed west... The young master will meet him on the way. It's good for you to know about this and don't make it public anymore."
The old Taoist priest also told this matter, otherwise the old man would not know about the turmoil in the imperial city, so how could he tell Li Xiuyuan who had already gone to the desert.
Qin Xiangyu suddenly realized it and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my god, how brave is he?"
She naturally knew that it was a serious crime to break into Datang who was being imprisoned at the border!
The old man looked at her and smiled lightly and said, "You don't have to worry about him. Everything will be determined by God. Let's open this porridge shed for a month."
After the old man finished speaking, he took out a bag of coins and placed it on the table.
Qin Xiangyu nodded. Since the master had given the order, she would naturally follow it.
After thinking about it, I couldn't help but ask: "Spring has arrived, I wonder if Jui'er will come to Chang'an this year?"
The old man shook his head: "The world is not good, but I hope she can practice at home with peace of mind."
In the eyes of the old man, Jue'er can practice cultivation now, whether at home or in the No. 47 wine shop.
On the other hand, he felt extremely distressed for this precious disciple in front of him.
Thinking about what Li Xiuyuan said, he looked at Qin Xiangyu and warned him repeatedly: "Remember that money is something external to the body, and the most important thing is your own practice..."
…
In Liangzhou City, the backyard of Wan'an Inn.
Because of the famine, there were not many guests in the inn.
When the shopkeeper heard that Li Xiuyuan wanted to rent the small courtyard behind the inn, he immediately gave him the lowest price.
After all, this house is empty as long as it's empty.
Li Xiuyuan was leaning against the window holding a scroll of scriptures. The young monk was sitting at the table completing his day's homework and copying the poems and books of Da Qin.
Li Xiuyuan asked him to study the great works of the sages and then follow Monk Sanzang to practice Buddhism.
In the past two years, under the guidance of the old monk, the young monk's cultivation has gradually grown, and he sees that he will be able to break through to the realm of foundation building in a few years.
The two of them left Dunhuang in March and stayed in the inn for a few more days. They saw that the peach blossoms in the yard had turned into green fruits on the tree.
Qingming Festival has passed early and it is already late spring.
The little monk boiled a pot of water, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Brother, do you want some tea?"
These days, apart from letting him read and write, Li Xiuyuan taught him how to make a satisfying hot tea.
Li Xiuyuan put down the scripture in his hand, looked at him and replied: "Cook it if you want. Drinking tea is the same as the scriptures you read and recite every day. You don't need a reason."
The young monk said "Oh" and began to clean the teapot. He took the two teacups outside the door and washed them.
When a pot of spiritual tea released a faint aroma, the young monk thought for a moment and asked, "I don't know when Senior Brother Sanzang will come to Liangzhou City."
Li Xiuyuan did not tell the young monk about the changes in the imperial city. He decided to wait until he saw Sanzang before considering this troublesome matter.
"It's almost here. Let's just stay here with peace of mind. Don't be impatient."
Li Xiuyuan thought that it was late spring now. In the words of his master, it would be late summer or early autumn before Sanzang could leave Liangzhou.
Thinking about it, going west to learn scriptures is indeed full of twists and turns.
Just like when I descended the Tianshan Mountains, I would encounter different troubles along the way, and there would never be a moment of leisure.
The little monk thought for a while and said with a smile: "It's okay, as long as my brother is not in a hurry, Xiaobao will not be in a hurry either."
Unconsciously, the little monk gradually grew up.
He thought that if he were older and had a higher level of cultivation, he would be able to accompany Senior Brother Sanzang to the Western Lands to learn Buddhist scriptures.
The two drank two courses of tea. Li Xiuyuan waved and said, "After being bored in the house for a few days, let's go out for a walk and buy you some new clothes and shoes."
Seeing the little monk's clothes getting tighter and tighter, Li Xiuyuan remembered that it had been a long time since he bought clothes for him.
When the young monk heard this, he immediately drank up the spiritual tea in the cup, took his hand and walked out of the living room.
He giggled all the way and said, "Xiaobao's shoes are too small."
After leaving the inn, the two got into a carriage and headed towards the market.
Thinking about what the old Taoist priest told him, he couldn't help but said worriedly: "Nowadays, we are in troubled times, and we can't afford to be too glamorous when buying clothes."
The young monk thought for a moment and asked, "Brother, are you afraid that bad people will take notice of us?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at him and asked, "If I'm not with you, are you afraid of the bandits you meet on the road?"
