Sanzang was still talking in his sleep while he was sleeping, calling for his mother one after another.
The little monk got into his sleeping bag and began to dream. While grinding his teeth, he shouted: "Brother, give me some elixir."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this. How could he dare to give Sanzang the elixir at this time?
Reaching out to touch Sanzang's hot forehead, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help complaining: "Bodhisattva, if you don't say anything, your disciples will have their bones buried in this long yellow sand."
At the moment, Sanzang drank water and even the spirit wine had no effect.
In his opinion, this was probably Sanzang hiding something in his heart, and the intense heat during the day and the cold wind at night might have damaged his heart and vitality.
Dahuang Mountain, beside the big lake.
The Bodhisattva looked at the old Taoist in front of him and sighed, and said: "The child eventually fell in the desert."
The old Taoist shook his head: "In such horrible weather, in my opinion, even if a god walks for ten days and a half, he still has to cry for his father and mother. How can a human being suffer this?"
After he finished, he said: "This is not a problem. You have to think of a way to get that little guy to quickly cure Monk Sanzang."
The Bodhisattva shook his head, looked into space and said, "It is better to seek help from others than from yourself. It's not like you don't understand this principle."
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this, and thought to himself, why are you talking to the old Taoist priest and trying to torment yourself again?
Immediately he replied: "The disciple gave him water and spiritual wine, but it didn't work?"
The Bodhisattva smiled slightly: "I don't know how you cured the little monk when he had a fever last time. This time you might as well try the method from last time."
After hearing this, Li Xiuyuan patted his head and took out a small water bag.
He looked into the void and smiled: "Thank you Bodhisattva for reminding me. I will try again. If it doesn't work, I have to ask you to take action."
Last time, he only used half of the soul peach meat that he brought to the young monk to soak in water, and there was still half left. Fortunately, he didn't dare to give it to the young monk.
Otherwise, I will have to ask Master to take action this time.
While taking out half a piece of peach flesh, he smiled and said: "This is a treasure I saved in a mysterious place. I didn't expect to use it on these two people."
The old Taoist looked at the Bodhisattva and smiled slightly: "Look, you don't know how many treasures this kid has."
The Bodhisattva waved his hand and replied to Li Xiuyuan: "If Sanzang comes back from studying for Buddhist scriptures, he will also have a share of your merits."
Li Xiuyuan said to himself: "It doesn't take any merit, just be less frightened. I can't stand these two guys taking turns."
In his opinion, he is destined to become a godless Buddha, so what is the use of this merit?
This night, the Mid-Autumn Festival was over, and the cold wind was raging.
After adding a few branches to the fire, Li Xiuyuan gave Sanzang a few sips of water soaked in spiritual peaches.
She looked at him and comforted him: "The road to becoming a Buddha is very difficult. Sanzang, you have to be stronger."
Sanzang drank the water and felt a warm power spreading through his body. He couldn't help but sigh and replied: "Thank you Wumu, Sanzang is grateful."
Li Xiuyuan put away the water bag, looked at him and shook his head: "Moving forward is not easy, you have to cherish your body."
Sanzang sighed and said with a wry smile: "I have a good friend in the Tang Dynasty. We originally made an appointment to go to the Western Regions together, but unexpectedly something happened to me..."
"If he was involved in this matter, he would be able to relieve my worries..."
Speaking of this, Sanzang's eyes shone with faint stars, and his thoughts were obviously still on the snowy mountains of the Tang Dynasty.
Li Xiuyuan looked at him, speechless.
In order to return to his original appearance, Xindao needs to get to Broken Leaf City.
The young monk can know his identity, but Sanzang cannot, otherwise the hardships along the way will be in vain.
Looking at the stars in the night sky, Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "Some fate is like the stars in the night sky. Occasionally, dark clouds cover the moon, but there will always be a moment when the clouds clear and the moon shines."
Sanzang smiled lightly: "Thank you for the enlightenment."
As they moved forward, the water bag on Li Xiuyuan's body was about to bottom out. Now, even if people don't drink water, they still have to give water to the horses.
Otherwise, within two days, the horse would have fallen in this vast desert.
He could no longer remember how many days the three men and three horses had walked in the eight hundred miles of desert.
Sanzang drank the water soaked in Lingtao meat. It took three days before his body no longer had a fever.
After another five days, he gradually returned to his previous appearance. He just wanted to regain his energy and spirit, and was afraid that he would have to find the wild spring and have a good rest.
The three of them persisted for two more days, and even the young monk began to talk nonsense from time to time.
The little monk now only drinks one mouthful of water a day. As a result, he can't even swallow solid food.
Even so, the young monk did not yell because he saw that his elder brother and Senior Brother Sanzang were in the same situation, and they were all suffering in pain.
Everyone is looking forward to finding that magical spring soon.
Li Xiuyuan had spiritual wine but did not dare to give it to the two of them. Wine could not replace water unless it was the last moment to save his life.
Different from the young monk and Sanzang, Li Xiuyuan has powerful spiritual consciousness, which has already covered dozens of miles around. As long as he sees the spring, he will immediately take the two of them there.
After persisting for two more days, this time even Li Xiuyuan started talking nonsense.
"Master, if you don't come out, this disciple will die in this desert."
"Brother, you are talking nonsense." The young monk's throat was smoking, but he still reminded Li Xiuyuan not to indulge, otherwise the three of them would be buried here together.
"Infinite..."
Li Xiuyuan felt that his throat was burning and he was about to die, so he took out a jar of wine.
I gave Sanzang a bowl, and the young monk also drank a bowl...
The last three horses were also fed a bowl of spiritual wine respectively. No matter what, they survived first and then talk about it.
After drinking a bowl of wine, Sanzang and the young monk felt much better. Even the three horses came over and expressed their intimacy with Li Xiuyuan.
Just when Li Xiuyuan pointed at the sunset on the horizon and wanted to curse, the young monk suddenly cheered.
He screamed: "Brother, there is a spring less than a mile ahead..."
"Boom!" sounded like a spring thunder on the ground. Li Xiuyuan took Sanzang's hand and shouted: "Thank you Bodhisattva, thank you Sanzang, we don't have to die."
Following the direction pointed by the little monk, Li Xiuyuan saw a lake of water in his consciousness, like the brightest star in the night sky.
Quietly located in the depths of the 800-mile desert, waiting for a group of people to visit.
Sanzang murmured to himself: "General Wang Xiang said that if we find this wild horse spring, we can survive."
Quietly, when the moon in the sky climbs into the sky and the stars have not yet shown their smiling faces...
The three of them led the horses to the lake-like spring, and Li Xiuyuan shed tears like pearls in his eyes.
Sanzang did not rush into the lake crazily like the little monk, but held the horse and let the horse find water by itself.
Then he stretched out his hand to pour a handful of spiritual spring on his head, and murmured in his mouth: "I came from a long time ago, so I made this great vow in front of that Buddha..."
Li Xiuyuan led two horses to the lake, let go of the horses, took out all the water bags and placed them on the shore.
He murmured: "Bodhisattva, if I was in a sea of suffering before, is it considered that I have been saved now, should I be saved, or have I not yet been saved?"
The gentle voice of the Bodhisattva came from the sea of spirits: "You crossed the Great Desert Mountain once, and then took two monks to cross the eight hundred miles of desert. Naturally, you are closer to the other shore..."
Holding the spiritual spring in the lake, Li Xiuyuan felt like drinking nectar.
A clean and warm smile appeared on his face: "It turns out that the sea of suffering is boundless, so we must keep moving forward."
Above the nine heavens, the stars were shining brightly and the moonlight was dimly lit.
The old monk, who had never spoken a word, had a deep smile in his eyes. He looked at the old Taoist priest beside him and said, "It's not easy. He is trying to cross himself, but he also wants to cross others, and even the horse wants to cross."
The old Taoist priest had tears streaming down his face. His disciple was suffering in the desert, but he could not intervene.
It wasn't until the three of them found the spiritual spring by their own abilities when they were desperate, that he couldn't help but shed tears.
Looking at the old monk in front of him, he said proudly: "This time, neither you nor I helped him. It was through their own perseverance that they got out of the shadow of death."
With water, Li Xiuyuan can lead the two of them out of the Mohe Yanqi Desert.
The most difficult part of the journey was over, and from now on, he no longer had to worry about the three of them.
The old monk said with emotion: "It's hard for this child. I stayed with the monk all the way and had to hide it from him. This is not easy."
"It's not easy at all. He is teaching the young monk how to live in the wilderness, among wolves, and in front of bandits."
The old Taoist priest did not speak, but nodded silently, expressing his agreement with the old monk's statement.
After a while, he said quietly: "From Da Qin, to Da Zhou, and then to Da Tang... It's good, I finally didn't waste these years."
The old monk asked thoughtfully: "It seems that he will survive the tribulation of the Five Small Decays of Heaven in the Tang Dynasty?"
"Who knows?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said to himself: "He always likes to scare me from time to time. Now I no longer expect any surprises from him."
Under the starlight, Sanzang washed himself with spring water, changed into a monk's robe, and sat by the lake looking up at the night sky.
The young monk was already sitting quietly beside Li Xiuyuan, and a fire was lit in front of the three of them.
Three horses were lying quietly behind the three of them. At this moment, there was complete silence between heaven and earth.
Li Xiuyuan cooked a pot of bamboo shoot and mushroom soup, which surprised the young monk and Sanzang.
Being able to eat bamboo shoots and mushrooms from the snow-capped mountains in the desert, the young monk chuckled and said, "Thank you, Brother Amu, this is the most delicious soup Wuliang has ever tasted."
Sanzang drank half a bowl of soup in silence, but in his mind he was thinking about all the hardships he had experienced along the way.
Thinking of his mother in the dream again, he couldn't help but look at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "Donor Amu, do you have any relatives in Suiye City?"
Quietly, looking at the small fish swimming in the lake, Li Xiuyuan thought of Wu Mutuo himself.
He sighed and replied, "Of course."
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan felt that he was no longer a wanderer in the world, but the Western Region businessman Wu Mu who died in the mouths of wolves.
The man who has a wife and children at home waiting for his father to return home after earning money.
But you should quietly recite in your heart: "All actions are impermanent, all outflows are suffering, all dharmas have no self, Nirvana is silent, and I, the Bodhisattva, also suffer."
The little Taoist priest looked at him and was stunned, and handed him the empty bowl in his hand: "Brother Amu, do you really have relatives in Suiye City?"
Li Xiuyuan gave him a bowl of soup and replied seriously: "Of course Amu has it. One day, Junior Brother Wuliang may also have his own family."
The young monk took the bowl, shook his head and said: "Master said that there are eight kinds of suffering in the world. How can Wuliang dare to enter the world?"
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this. He did not answer the young monk's words, but looked quietly at Sanzang aside.
Sanzang looked at Li Xiuyuan's frown and thought that he could not explain his junior brother's doubts.
Then he said: "The suffering of birth, the suffering of old age, the suffering of illness, the suffering of death, the suffering of love and separation, the suffering of hatred and resentment... These are not the sufferings of ordinary people, but also the sufferings of monks."
"The Buddha said that only by personally experiencing the eight sufferings in the world can you understand more about the principles of Buddhism... Junior brother, as Amu said, you are not incapable of entering the world."
From Sanzang's point of view, the various hardships he experienced since he left Chang'an with the victims were like climbing one mountain after another.
Even though he had already realized it and treated it calmly, it was only when he stepped into the 800-mile desert that he understood what it meant to live towards death.
The young monk thought for a while and said softly: "Wuliang heard the master say that you can't become a Buddha without suffering."
