The young Turkic monk who should have died in the Tang Dynasty finally died under the sword that transformed into Broken Leaf City Ebony.
And it was the sword in his own hand that died under a grain of sand.
Even to his death, he could not figure out why the young man in the wine shop in the Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty came to the depths of the desert.
Li Xiuyuan dragged Yang Jue's body away from Sanzang's eyes and headed all the way to the boxwood forest where the bandits were.
It wasn't until he checked the money bag on Yang Jue that he started to stay.
At this time, the guys in the caravan had already led the horses and came forward to thank Sanzang one after another, because they did not dare to come to Li Xiuyuan.
Looking at the caravan preparing to leave, Li Xiuyuan sighed silently.
At this moment, the young monk came over carrying a pile of money bags and handed a document to Li Xiuyuan.
He yelled: "Brother, these shouldn't be bandits."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, put away Yang Jue's money bag, and replied: "Go and call a guy from the caravan to come over and tell them that I have something to do with them."
At the moment, Li Xiuyuan hates the caravan leader and doesn't want to talk to him.
When the young monk heard this, he hurriedly ran to the caravan and replied as he ran: "Brother, wait a moment."
After a while, the young monk led a young boy to Li Xiuyuan, followed by Sanzang who was leading three horses.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the caravan man in front of him and said: "I'm afraid you may have some trouble going to the first beacon guard... please pass this letter to General Wang Xiang who is guarding the beacon."
"Tell him that you met Master Tripitaka in the Tang Dynasty, and General Wang will help you..."
Li Xiuyuan didn't want to say more, but he just gave Yang Jue's secret letter and the letter on the bandit leader's body to the guy in front of him.
The war in the Tang Dynasty had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to remind the good general Shou Feng and give these guys a chance to replenish their water sources.
When the owner heard that he could be related to General Shou Feng of the Tang Dynasty, he quickly put away the two things and thanked Li Xiuyuan and Sanzang.
Waving his hand, Li Xiuyuan asked the waiter to leave quickly.
After all, the smell of blood was everywhere here, and he didn't want to stay any longer.
The people in the caravan narrowly escaped death and got evidence of meeting General Tang. They left happily for a while.
Although several companions had died before, there was nothing anyone could do about the storm in the desert.
Li Xiuyuan was not in a hurry, but took the young monk to collect all the water bags from the bandits.
The eight hundred miles away were covered with long stretches of yellow sand. They had already consumed water for several days, so it was a rare thing to replenish it here.
This was also the reason why he was unwilling to distribute the water bags to the caravan.
Sanzang felt compassionate and wanted to bury the bones that fell in the yellow sand, but was stopped by Li Xiuyuan.
Looking at him, he said quietly: "We live together and die together. The beasts here also need food to survive. Let them be."
Sanzang can be compassionate, but Li Xiuyuan is not so particular.
The three of them still had to go on their way, at least dozens of miles before dark.
The young monk looked at Sanzang and said, "Brother, hurry up, we still have a long way to go?" After saying that, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Brother, these coins..."
"Put it away. It costs a lot of money to go to Tianzhu, so you have to save some money."
The little monk said "Oh!" and put away the money bags with a flick of his hand.
Sanzang saw that he could not collect the bodies of these guys, so he had to recite the rebirth mantra silently, and followed Li Xiuyuan all the way west.
The little monk was happy because his brother was with him.
Even that sudden storm was weathered under the protection of my brother.
But Li Xiuyuan felt strange that the young monk didn't react when he killed someone for the first time.
So while moving forward, he said to him: "Wuliang, your reaction is still too bad. After you camp at night, you have to practice with me."
The young monk smiled and said: "Okay, Wuliang is scared to death today..."
However, Sanzang behind him kept chanting sutras, which prompted Li Xiuyuan to remind him: "Monk, shut your mouth in the desert, talk less, and wear a gauze scarf around you."
Upon hearing this, Sanzang couldn't help but ask: "Why?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said seriously: "You must maintain your strength and drink as little water as possible. We must insist on finding the wild horse spring for our water..."
Sanzang was shocked when he heard this, and finally remembered what Wang Xiang had said to him, and was speechless for a moment.
The water he brought with him was limited, so he had to shut his mouth and wrap his face with a gauze, leaving only a gap to see the road.
Naturally, the little monk had to listen to his elder brother's arrangements in everything. After all, he knew that he had to go eight hundred miles to the yellow sand and he really couldn't be careless.
And Li Xiuyuan collected all the water bags robbed from the bandits. If people want to drink water, horses also need to drink water.
It can't be wasted.
This day was a great shock to Sanzang's mind. He followed Li Xiuyuan without saying a word for the whole day. He was doing it for the caravan buddies who died in the storm...
The bandits who died under Li Xiuyuan's arrow felt sorry.
It was not until Youshi that the three of them found a place to camp in a boxwood forest with leeward wind, when the young monk finally felt nauseated.
He ran to the side and couldn't stop vomiting, while shouting: "Brother Amu, why does Wuliang still smell of blood on his body?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed: "Spit it out first. After you finish vomiting, just drink a glass of wine and it will be fine."
As expected, the young monk, like ordinary mortals, could not see the blood.
Sanzang, on the other hand, frowned, looked at him and asked, "Amu, are we too cruel?"
How could Li Xiuyuan dare to tell him any Buddhist principles at this time?
Then he replied with a dark face: "If I weren't cruel, both you and the little monk would die in the hands of those bandits."
"I don't want to die. Bandits are like wolves. Either you die or they die."
The little monk vomited for a while, vomited out all the food in his stomach, and took a few sips while holding the water bag.
Looking at Sanzang, he smiled bitterly and said, "Senior brother, Master Huiwei once said that one must become the Demon-Conquering Vajra without limit."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and went to feed the horse some bean cakes and drink water.
Then he came over and watched Wuliang pick up dead branches and make a fire. He took out dry food and distributed it to the two of them. After thinking about it, he took out a jar of wine and poured a bowl for each of them.
Wuliang took a sip of apricot wine and finally got rid of the trace of blood on his chest.
With a grimace, he said, "When I find the Yema Spring, Wuliang will jump in and wash myself thoroughly."
Li Xiuyuan touched his head and smiled: "I'll let you go today. Wait until tomorrow. You have to practice for a while every day. Otherwise, how will you fight against the bandits in Suiye City?"
The little monk nodded.
Sanzang looked at the two of them and said quietly: "We have only walked a few dozen miles of the 800-mile Mohe Yanqi Desert, and we cannot delay any more tomorrow."
Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at him and smiled bitterly: "Monk, please cultivate your mind more and recite sutras less."
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After entering the Mohe Yanqi Desert, the three of them never encountered a caravan again, let alone bandits, or even a wild wolf.
It is scorching hot during the day and cold at night.
It is a test for both Sanzang and Xiaoshang.
In order to maintain his physical strength, Li Xiuyuan did not dare to let the young monk practice his sword desperately. He only used boxwood branches to practice with him for a while every day and taught him some of the simplest techniques.
In the desert, the three of them not only had to move forward, but they also had to pick up dead trees they encountered on the road during the day and use them to make fires at night.
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If there was no boxwood or dead branches on the road, Sanzang and the young monk would have to endure the cold that night.
It doesn't matter to the young monk, after all, his cultivation level is much higher than Sanzang's.
On the fifth day after entering the Mohe Yanqi Desert, the young monk learned the art of drawing a sword.
When nothing happens, he will hold his iron sword and draw it again and again, as if he is not tired.
Li Xiuyuan had no choice but to stop him: "Wuliang, just practice for a while a day. You have to maintain your strength before you find Ye Ye Spring, and I have to keep more water."
Sanzang also looked at the young monk and said, "Junior Brother Wuliang, our mission is to cross the eight hundred miles of desert, not to practice."
Even Sanzang was worried that he would not be able to get out of this boundless desert, and remembered what the first beacon general Wang Xiang said.
Now he also understood that he should save the last bag of water for the most difficult moment.
When the young monk heard this, he didn't dare to move anymore.
Li Xiuyuan's words reminded him of the previous situation when he was so thirsty that he was about to die. He couldn't help but look at Sanzang and shouted: "Senior brother, don't scare me, Wuliang is cowardly."
On the tenth day, the young monk learned to cut snow.
This made him very happy, and it was only at this moment that Li Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at him, he said seriously: "I don't ask you to become a master who conquers the world, as long as you save your own life."
Just like parents do to their children, Li Xiuxian even missed Xiao Hei a little.
I don’t know how Xiao Hei took care of Qingqing and Yan’er when they were in Northern Qi.
A child who has just learned to walk must be careful not to fall. He must also be taught to speak and Qingqing to read and write.
At that time, Yan'er had not yet transformed, and he had to take care of Xiao Yanran's daily life, food and drink, which was much more troublesome than Sanzang and the little monk now.
Entering the hinterland of the desert, even Tripitaka's daily chanting became much less frequent.
The young monk even refused to let Sanzang do morning and evening classes anymore, saying that he had to drink water because he talked too much, fearing that the three of them would not be able to reach the sacred spring.
Li Xiuyuan didn't restrict the young monk too much. He just asked him to practice for a while in the morning. At other times, the young monk couldn't help itching his hands and wouldn't allow him to do anything.
Under the scorching sun, if you dare to move any more, you are courting death.
After another five days, the young monk was finally able to swing his sword to cut the snow properly, and the speed of drawing the sword was also much faster.
At this time, the little monk became more and more energetic as he practiced, as if he had endless power.
If Li Xiuyuan hadn't been watching him, he would have wanted to draw his sword and kill him randomly even while walking in the desert.
But Sanzang's spirit gradually weakened, just like the little monk who was so thirsty that he was weak.
Fortunately, Li Xiuyuan was not short of water at the moment, so he gave him two glasses of spiritual wine and some water.
It wasn't until Sanzang's energy improved a little that the young monk sighed.
He looked at Sanzang and said, "Senior brother, you can't get sick. I have promised the master to take good care of you."
Sanzang looked at him and smiled bitterly: "It's okay. Compared with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in hell, compared with Buddha sacrificing his life to feed an eagle..."
Holding the water bag and taking a breath, Sanzang paused for a moment.
It wasn't until he felt better that he continued, "The suffering I'm suffering right now is really nothing."
The young monk looked at Sanzang and smiled bitterly: "When senior brother is in better health, let's practice sword practice with Wuliang."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "Wuliang, don't mess around."
Finally, before the three of them found Yema Spring, and they walked for an unknown number of days, Sanzang fell ill.
Just like the little monk before him, Sanzang developed a high fever.
Li Xiuyuan had no choice but to let the three horses take turns carrying Sanzang forward.
What Sanzang said the most on horseback was: "Mother, I miss you..."
The young monk has never seen his parents since he was a child, and he does not know the life experience of his senior brother Sanzang, so he cannot understand Sanzang's mood.
Li Xiuyuan, who was holding the horse and stepping on the long yellow sand, felt as if needles were pricking his chest at this moment and was speechless.
Sanzang's mother has entered reincarnation.
His parents have passed away to the nine heavens.
Under the starry sky, looking at the stars in the sky, Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself: "Bodhisattva, do you want to torment Sanzang? Or do you want to torture me?"
