The late spring wind blew and blew, blowing the branches and stirring up a touch of sadness in Li Xiuyuan's heart.
Seeing that the spring has ended, even Sanzang, who was still in the wind and clouds, was a little anxious.
Only the little monk was not in a hurry. He bought new clothes, new shoes, and a bunch of snacks. Now he sits quietly in front of the window reading and writing every day.
It even gives Li Xiuyuan the illusion from time to time, just like Xiaohu was sitting in front of him back then.
It wasn't until he called out "Little Tiger" and was questioned by the little monk for several days.
Li Xiuyuan sighed, touched his head and smiled: "Xiaobao, you are not young anymore. Did the old monk give you a name?"
Shaking his head, Xiaobao chuckled and said, "Master has always called me Xiaobao, but he hasn't given me a name yet."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, looked at him and said seriously: "So, how about I give you a name? You can't always call me Xiaobao from now on, right?"
Xiaobao nodded: "Brother, please give Xiaobao a nice name. Master said that he will only help me name it when Xiaobao grows up."
With a faint smile, Li Xiuyuan stared at the void outside the window and was stunned.
He murmured to himself: "Bodhisattva, why not let Xiaobao take your last name?"
Xiaobao was stunned and looked at him so stunned that he couldn't speak. Where did the Bodhisattva come from in this room?
"well!"
A long sigh came from Li Xiuyuan's Divine Sea: "I asked you why you are thinking about this matter. Can you please not involve me in everything?"
Li Xiuyuan laughed when he heard this: "What should we do? I can't let Xiaobao take the surname of the Tenth Palace King of Hell, right?"
At this time, Xiaobao was already looking at him, speechless.
Ji Zang couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and replied: "Think about it, Qin is not a bad name? How about calling me Qin Xiaobao?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied sternly: "I thought about it, how about giving him the surname of Bodhisattva and calling him 'Jin Buliang'? The merits are immeasurable and the Dharma is immeasurable..."
When Ksitigarbha heard this, he immediately stopped smiling and recited Buddhist scriptures: "Don't you want him to enter the world first and then be reborn? You gave him a Dharma name so early?"
"Jin Wuliang? It seems pretty good, right?"
Sitting aside, Xiaobao tilted his head and muttered to himself, wondering if his brother was distracted again, sitting there talking to himself.
Li Xiuyuan sighed, thought for a while and replied: "Xiaobao wants to accompany Sanzang to the Western Land to obtain Buddhist scriptures. Even if he wants to join the world, he is still on the way to the West, or at the end of the Buddhist scriptures..."
Hearing this, Ksitigarbha nodded in admiration and said, "I didn't expect you to think so carefully about him. Just as you said, let's use this name. I will also help him a little bit. I hope he will eventually achieve enlightenment."
When Xiaobao was stunned, a golden light flew out from his brother's divine sea and sank into his body in an instant.
Before he could scream out in surprise, he lay down in front of the table and fell asleep.
Li Xiuyuan continued: "I didn't expect that Tripitaka would go through many twists and turns before he went out to study for scriptures. I thought that by performing rituals for the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, I would have the opportunity to travel..."
Ksitigarbha sighed: "Ask yourself, has it not been difficult since you started practicing Buddhism?"
After hearing this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but reflect inwardly, thinking about his past.
After a long time, I couldn't help but sigh: "How can my practice of Buddhism be explained clearly in just a few words?"
Not to mention that when he was practicing the formless body, an immortal dragon soul had stumped him for countless years.
Not to mention the subsequent hard work in the heavens and worlds to seek various opportunities, and complete the practice of the formless golden body along the way.
The current Nirvana body is just the beginning, and the state of perfection is far away.
Ksitigarbha replied quietly: "Don't envy others when you have opportunities, and don't complain about hardships when you have them."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "Thank you Bodhisattva for making it possible."
…
From this moment on, the little monk had his own name "Jin Wuliang."
That night, Jin Wuliang fell into a deep sleep because of a golden light gifted by Ksitigarbha.
Even Li Xiuyuan also washed up early and went to chat with the old Taoist priest in his dream.
As he wished, the old man appeared in his dream.
Looking at the master in front of him, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but ask: "Master, when will Monk Sanzang arrive in Liangzhou City? How will the disciple accompany him along the way?"
"Have you thought about how to accompany him?"
In the sea of spirits, the old Taoist priest's lukewarm voice came, as if it came from the horizon and seemed to be right in front of you.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said that he hadn't thought clearly yet: "Disciple doesn't know either. Please give me an idea, Master."
Li Xiuyuan remembered his original intention and decided not to interfere too much with Sanzang's schedule.
At least during the journey he accompanied Sanzang, he tried not to take action, but the young monk was a troublesome thing.
This was also a headache for him all the way out of the grotto. As long as he and the young monk followed Sanzang, they would inevitably take action when he was in danger.
"Does the disciple want to take action?"
After asking softly, Li Xiuyuan was a little confused for the first time, and it was not even any easier than the story about the fish.
The old Taoist priest was silent for a while and then replied softly: "This is indeed a troublesome matter. It doesn't matter if you are too close or too far away. You have to think of a proper method."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied: "It can't be done. Let the disciple become what Xiao Hei looked like back then, right?"
"You are not Xiao Hei, how can you become like him? Even so, the monk won't recognize you!"
The old Taoist priest shook his head, thought for a while and said, "Don't you have a rune? Let me improve it for you. You can try that method. Maybe you can..."
As he spoke, a golden light flew into Li Xiuyuan's divine sea, giving him a new understanding of the runes.
After pondering quietly for a long time, Li Xiuyuan laughed and felt that this method was really good.
Why didn't I think of this before? It seems that I will not be lonely with Jin Wuliang and Monk Sanzang along the way.
As for the runes, he hasn't practiced it with much concentration since he left Ding'an City.
It turns out it has such a magical effect.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help complaining: "The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is too unreliable. Sanzang's study of scriptures is not for himself. He actually refused to let him go..."
The old Taoist priest chuckled: "There is no hardship on the road. Are you willing to walk smoothly for more than ten years?"
Waving his hand, before Li Xiuyuan could reply, the person had disappeared into his divine sea.
So, when Jin Wuliang woke up from his dream the next day, Li Xiuyuan was already sitting in the living room, holding a pen and improving his runes over and over on yellow paper.
The little monk came over and asked: "What interesting words did my brother write? Why haven't I seen it?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "This is a fun treasure, something that allows you and me to accompany Sanzang to obtain scriptures."
…
Liangzhou has always been a fortress on the westbound road.
From the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, Prince Su and General Meng led troops to fight against the Xiongnu army.
Not to mention the current Tang Dynasty.
In April, as the refugees left Chang'an, Sanzang, who was traveling westward, finally arrived at Liangzhou City. At first glance, he felt that there were many differences from the imperial city.
There were many people driving bullock carts to the market on the street. Although it was not as lively as the imperial city, there were goods from the Central Plains and the Western Regions, which dazzled Sanzang's eyes.
Businessmen from the Western Regions dressed in strange clothes dazzled him.
Walking in the market, I watched merchants from the Western Regions exchange pepper, flax, and carrot seeds for some silk porcelain.
Businessmen from the Western Regions and the Central Plains can be seen everywhere in the market. They all have different accents and costumes, but they can communicate harmoniously and complete their respective transactions.
There are also women who bargain with merchants for a piece of silk.
There are also some merchants who sell the porcelain they brought from the original areas at a low price, and some merchants from the Central Plains want to discuss with the merchants from the Western Regions to do business in foreign lands.
Just to earn more money to go home and support the family.
There were also some hungry people who came with Sanzang, begging in the market, or negotiating with merchants to work as cheap buddies, just to survive in this year of famine.
In Sanzang's eyes, this was the world of fireworks that he had imagined and expected.
As long as God is not happy, countless people will suffer and cannot withstand the slightest torment.
Continuing forward, in the red building not far away, there is a woman waving her red sleeves, inviting the businessmen who have just earned money to come in to drink, eat meat, and live a happy life.
Sanzang lowered his head and continued walking forward.
But in my heart, I thought about the Bodhisattva in my dream, asking me to move forward, saying that the opportunity was just ahead...
And Sanzang, who had a firm Zen heart, also knew that even if he didn't meet Li Xiuyuan on the road, he would still go all the way to the West, no matter how many hardships he experienced.
Just when he was about to leave, looking for an inn to spend the night.
Suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves at one end of the long street, followed by a roar: "Catch the assassin!"
Sanzang frowned slightly, but suddenly his hairs started to stand up, feeling that danger was coming.
Two people on horseback came galloping down the long street, followed by officers and soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and two monks followed behind, chasing the two men in black on horses in front.
The two men in black on horseback turned their hands and shot two arrows at the officers and soldiers chasing behind them.
Only two muffled groans were heard, and two officers and soldiers fell to the ground.
Just this pause caused a group of officers and soldiers and two monks to catch up and surround the two men in black.
For a moment, swords flashed, and a group of officers and soldiers followed closely, clinging to the two men in black.
Putting away the small slave, the man in black drew the sword at his waist and flew up and down to protect his body, in case these officers and soldiers suddenly attacked them.
When the two monks got closer, Sanzang realized that they were a man and a woman. They were obviously not weak in cultivation.
The female monk on the horse said coldly: "Abandon your sword and dismount, and I can still leave you a way to survive!"
"Whoosh!" sounded, and what she answered was a small iron arrow shot from the hand of the man in black. It must have been the man in black who was angry and used the arrow again.
Unexpectedly, the female monk's swordsmanship was extremely sharp. The sharp sword light flashed past, and there was a sound of "Dang!", and the iron arrow was chopped off the horse.
At the same time, a group of officers and soldiers surrounding the two men in black were also eager to try, and they all moved forward to cut out the swords in their hands.
Another male monk shouted, holding the long sword in his hand, he rode forward and slashed at the two men in black.
The sword energy broke through the air and let out a scream, and the man in black saw a rapidly rotating sword energy in front of his eyes. The long knife in his hand showed no sign of weakness, and the sword light was like lightning and he rushed towards his opponent.
"Pfft!" Unexpectedly, the male monk played a trick and missed the opponent's long sword with his sword energy, stabbing the opponent's arm in an instant.
The man in black on the horse groaned, his arm suddenly became bloody, and a stream of blood spattered out.
Despite this, the man in black's strength was still incomparably strong, and his physical strength was amazing. He turned around and broke the male monk's offensive with a knife, and then punched the male monk in the chest with a backhand punch.
"Boom!" sounded, but the male monk's eyes showed panic, but he was on horseback and could not resist for a while.
The fist of the man in black was getting bigger and bigger, and the monk seemed to be hit by a flying beast and flew out from the horse.
Another man in black shouted: "Let's go, don't pester us!"
Just as the two men were about to fight their horses and rushed out from in front of a group of officers and soldiers, there was a sound of arrows in the wind: "Whoosh!"
