The Bodhisattva sighed and replied: "All actions are impermanent, and all dharma in the world arises, exists, and ceases in an instant... Since he wants to save sentient beings, he is naturally experiencing various hardships."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied: "All actions are impermanent, all outflows are suffering, all dharmas have no self, and Nirvana is peaceful. These four seals were practiced by the younger generation in Buddhism back then."
"But Sanzang cultivates the Bodhisattva path. If you want to realize Bodhisattva, that is another level of practice."
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan thought about it, and finally said with a sudden thought: "How about you give me a time limit, Bodhisattva, in case those two guys can't get out of the dead end..."
In his opinion, the worst thing to do is to take Sanzang back to the palace at the last moment, and then slowly persuade King Gaochang.
If you can't do it with literature, you can do it with martial arts.
The Bodhisattva looked at him and smiled slightly: "Is it possible that you still want to fight with King Gaochang here?"
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this, and after a while he replied: "It doesn't seem possible. Sanzang's temper is also very stubborn."
Thinking about killing the bandit with his sword that day, Sanzang even thought about burying him, not to mention that the current King of Gaochang was sincerely good to him.
As he spoke, Li Xiuyuan suddenly felt that he was truly an idiot.
Unexpectedly, he didn't know the heights of heaven and earth. He talked about Buddhism in front of Ksitigarbha, a real Bodhisattva. If an old Taoist priest found out, he would scold himself to death.
So, he seemed to understand something.
He poured steaming spiritual tea into the Bodhisattva's cup and said lightly: "Bodhisattva, from now on, this junior will practice Taoism."
"Buddhism has 84,000 dharma doors, and Taoism has 3,000 avenues for me to practice... I want to practice Taoism well with Master, so that he will not scold me next time I see him."
When it comes to crooked principles, even the old monks above the Nine Heavens cannot speak to him.
Not to mention the compassionate Bodhisattva in front of me.
The Bodhisattva took a sip of the spiritual tea and replied with a smile: "Your little thoughts are not as clean and clear as this spiritual tea."
"What else should I do? I can still talk to Sanzang for a few words about Buddhism right now. I'm afraid I won't be able to talk to him when he comes back from Tianzhu. Think about it, it's better to practice Taoism."
He clearly knew that his path to spiritual cultivation could only begin after he had resolved the cause and effect of Mount Sumeru.
Li Xiuyuan still couldn't help but move the old Taoist priest out.
Although he did not name his master, he did not know whether the Bodhisattva in front of him knew that he was the disciple of an old Taoist priest.
The Bodhisattva replied quietly: "If you want to surpass Tripitaka, how about entering my Buddhist door? I can teach you."
Li Xiuyuan was startled, waved his hand and said, "Thank you Bodhisattva. An old monk told me this many years ago."
Above the nine heavens, stars are dotted.
The old monk sneezed, looked at the old monk in front of him and complained: "Look at that guy, he blames me for everything. How did you teach him?"
The old Taoist priest smiled faintly and smiled proudly: "What he said is right. If it weren't for the cause and effect of Mount Sumeru, he should be practicing Taoism now."
The old monk laughed when he heard this: "Is there any difference between cultivating Buddhism and cultivating Taoism? Or are you deceiving that child?"
The old Taoist priest glared at him and said, "Buddhism is compassionate and Taoism is perseverance. How can there be no difference?"
Thinking about it, the old Taoist priest asked: "Your precious disciple is going crazy all day long. Don't you want to teach her some Buddhist principles?"
The old monk shook his head: "Li Xiuyuan had already taught her the principles she wanted to teach. If a girl learns any Buddhist teachings, I will let her do as she pleases. I won't force her."
"It's a good thing you don't force yourself. I think you want to force this matter on my disciple."
The old Taoist priest sighed and said with a wry smile: "He still hasn't learned the Nirvana Sutra. Now, you should be satisfied, right?"
Upon hearing this, the old monk slapped the table and exclaimed: "If he also practices the Nirvana Sutra, I'm afraid it will take more than ten years."
The Bodhisattva came and did not give Li Xiuyuan any instructions.
Because she didn't know how to deal with the troubles Sanzang encountered. After all, she didn't want to entrust her dream to Sanzang or King Gaochang.
In this way, it is not much different from Li Xiuyuan entering the palace and taking Sanzang away.
In the end, Li Xiuyuan came to the conclusion that if it didn't work, he would take Sanzang out of the palace first.
After all, leaving the palace can also promote Buddhism, and maybe it can inspire King Gaochang to reflect.
Suddenly, I felt a little cold on my face.
I reached out and touched it, but it was a snowflake that had not yet melted.
But after sitting there all night, the wind entered the living room, carrying some snowflakes and falling on his face, instantly waking him up.
Looking at the petal-like snowflake in his hand, Li Xiuyuan looked a little dazed.
A faint smile appeared on his face, and a trace of spiritual energy emerged in the hand holding the flower, and then the snowflake danced happily between his fingers.
After getting up and leaving the living room, looking at the still falling snowflakes, Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand again...
As a result, more snowflakes flew under the eaves and gathered in the hands holding flowers, just like the buds about to bloom in spring gather on the branches of apricot trees.
If the female saint from Meishan was here, she would definitely be shocked.
How did a young man without spiritual energy gather all these snowflakes in his fingers?
You must know that Li Xiuyuan learned the sword in Meishan that day, but he borrowed the power of a saint to barely let the snowflakes stay in his fingers for a while.
The eight hundred miles of death desert polished and improved the physical bodies and cultivation of the young monk and Sanzang.
But Li Xiuyuan, who was like lake water, was improving his own state of mind.
Just like the Bodhisattva said, even the eight hundred miles of death desert could not survive Tripitaka's death, let alone the rich and prosperous country of Buddhism in front of him.
At worst, he would transform into Ksitigarbha and go and talk to King Gaochang.
No matter how much debt he has, it is not because he lacks Tripitaka.
The little monk who got up early yawned and walked out of the room. He looked up at his brother under the eaves and frowned slightly, as if he was a little puzzled.
Well, why did you come outside this house to blow in the wind?
So he stepped forward and tried to touch Xiuyuan's forehead. He wanted to see if his brother suddenly fell ill with a fever like he did in the wilderness.
To his surprise, Li Xiuyuan said, "Are you afraid that Sanzang is on hunger strike in the palace?"
The young monk said quietly: "Don't be afraid."
Looking at the young monk's clean and peaceful expression, after a moment of silence, Li Xiuyuan continued to ask: "Why aren't you afraid?"
The little monk pursed his lips and said, "Brother is here."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, but he was also satisfied with his answer.
He nodded and said: "You will also become a great monk or even a high monk in the future, but before you die, I have to remember what happened along the way."
The little monk pursed his lips tighter and clenched his fists in his hands.
Li Xiuyuan knew that the little monk was really angry. He hoped that he would say a word immediately, and then lead him into the palace and rescue Sanzang from the fire and water.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan sighed quietly.
He raised his eyebrows slowly and said helplessly: "It's not that time yet. It's not that King Gaochang abused Tripitaka, but that Tripitaka has decided to leave and doesn't want to stay here..."
Raising his head, the young monk said, "Senior brother, I was originally going to Tianzhu."
Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Everyone has the heart to worship Buddha, and King Gaochang is also a human being."
"What about the King of Gaochang? Didn't my brother say that my senior brother is a figure who may become a holy monk of the Tang Dynasty? How could he stay in Gaochang and be the king? It would be better to stay in Chang'an."
The young monk said stubbornly: "Senior brother in the eight hundred miles of desert has not been able to keep me, so how can a king of Gaochang do it?"
Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and said quietly: "When you become Tripitaka one day, you won't say such words."
"This is a fact. Can't King Gaochang accept the fact that my senior brother is going to the west?"
Not to be outdone, the young monk said: "Is it true that King Gaochang is as unreasonable as the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty?"
When he said these words, the young monk was no longer the young man hiding behind the master under the snow-capped mountains, and there was no timidity on his face.
There is a strong sense of holding a sword and breaking into the palace to save people.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the young monk's reaction and calmed down.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Have you ever thought about why Sanzang went on a hunger strike?"
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan transformed into the Bodhisattva from last night, with compassion, care and guidance on his face.
"Sanzang went on a hunger strike not because King Gaochang refused to give me food, but because he had fine clothes and fine food in front of him. He had the great determination to seek Buddha in order to realize his own enlightenment. He was using his own life to preach the Dharma of Gaochang."
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan said: "You know that I have the same urge as you to go to the palace to bring Sanzang out. You also hope that I will take action, don't you?"
The little monk nodded: "Can't my brother also do it?"
"It's not that it can't be done."
Li Xiuyuan gently raised his hand to hold the flowers. The few snowflakes between his fingers were still jumping and cheering, refusing to leave.
Looking at the snow and wind in the sky, I couldn't help but sigh.
The hand holding the flower turned into a sword in an instant and slashed towards the flying snow in the sky.
Holding a flower in one hand, it changes instantly, and a few snowflakes wrapped around the fingers are trembling slightly. They seem to have no power, but they contain the peerless power of the Nirvana body.
With a sigh, the sword energy formed by the flower-wielding hand was slashed out, and the flying snow in the sky was suddenly cut into a vacuum, and then countless falling snowflakes in the sky turned into snow dragons at this moment.
The snow dragon rushed out from the abyss, trying to break through the confinement and cage of this world, and go straight to the sky!
A crack was torn open in the hazy sky in an instant, as if a divine dragon appeared in the world, arrogantly looking at the world, and its huge dragon head coldly stared at all living beings in the world.
As long as the young man under the roof has a thought, he will rush to the palace.
At this moment the wind stopped.
Snowflakes all over the sky hung quietly in the air.
Only the snow dragon transformed by the sword energy is watching this land from the sky.
Time was fixed at a certain moment in the blink of an eye.
Sanzang, who was sitting in front of the Buddha meditating softly, was also frozen while reciting Buddhist sutras.
A voice sounded in his ear: "If the sky is not what I want, I will open the sky with a sword."
Sanzang murmured in his heart: "All living beings suffer, I don't blame him."
Amidst the crashing sound, a corner of a certain Buddhist hall deep in the palace, painted with gold powder, collapsed in an instant.
For a time, dust splashed all over the sky, mixed with the wind and snow, and a crack slowly spread in all directions. In the end, this magnificent Buddhist temple was reduced to ruins.
The snow dragon in the sky swung its tail, rising from the palace in Gaochang, and finally turned into a peerless sword energy, slashing towards the nine heavens.
Several monks climbed up from the ruins, coughing constantly while chanting sutras.
They didn't understand why this beautiful Buddhist temple suddenly collapsed.
Is it possible that the snow this winter was much heavier than in previous years, making the Buddhist temple unable to bear the weight of the snow?
And the sword energy that cut a crack in the wind and snow in the sky went straight up to the sky and cut a huge gap in the thick clouds.
A ray of golden sunshine passed through the layers of dark clouds and fell quietly, shining on the two teenagers under the eaves.
Li Xiuyuan stood quietly under the eaves, wearing a white shirt that was better than the snow, without a single snowflake on it.
In the eyes of the little monk, at this moment, the elder brother was like the God of War between heaven and earth, with golden light shining all over his body, making people dare not look directly at him.
Just like when he encountered a sudden storm in the desert and encountered bandits, his brother protected him tightly.
If my brother is not happy, even the storm and yellow sand that destroys the heaven and earth will not even think of tearing a corner of his monk's robe.
