That night, Li Xiuyuan didn't get the news he wanted, because Old Man Zhang was just a mason who was caught working.
In order to fear that Old Man Zhang would not work hard, the people of Penglai Island even captured his son, wife, and six-year-old grandson to the island.
As a result, Old Man Zhang did not dare to run even more.
I just look forward to finishing my journey on the mountain as soon as possible and leaving here with my family.
The six-year-old boy finally waited to see a new outsider and saw that Li Xiuyuan was familiar with his grandfather. He couldn't help but gather around him.
He asked carefully: "Is uncle also captured by bad guys to work?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, thought for a while, took out a box of cakes from his body and handed it to him, asking: "What is your name and how old are you this year?"
The boy glanced at Old Man Zhang, who took it for him, opened it, picked up a piece and put it in his little hand.
With a chuckle, the boy looked at Li Xiuyuan and replied, "My name is Zhang Duobao. Grandpa said I am almost six years old."
After eating a piece of pastry, the boy became bolder and dared to talk to Li Xiuyuan.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the innocent child in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little angry when he remembered that he had gone to Tianshan with his husband when he was six years old.
Although he didn't say anything at the moment, he was determined to find out everything that happened on the island beforehand, and then find someone to sort out the cause and effect.
The result he wants is that the people he helps are not bandits in the world, let alone evil people who arrest migrant workers.
Many treasures, many children, many blessings, this is what the world longs for for a better life.
However, he was captured by the monks on Penglai Island and forced to build palaces and statues for them.
The statue reminded him of the Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty, the Buddha statue that could not be built under the snow-capped mountains.
A faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the old man and said: "Senior, tomorrow I want to see the stones you have carved. I have to learn first and then start working with you."
The old man nodded: "No problem, all the stones are still here and have not been moved to the top of the mountain."
…
That night, Li Xiuyuan did not release his spiritual consciousness to explore the mountain.
After so many years, if there are still Qingyu and others on the mountain, I am afraid that they will be discovered as soon as I explore them with my spiritual consciousness.
He had to wait, he had plenty of time.
As the old Taoist priest said, after working as a shepherd in the desert for several years, you might as well be a sheep to be slaughtered again to see how dark the world really is.
That night, Li Xiuyuan had a dream.
He dreamed that he was back under the abyss. In front of him were countless rocks transformed by resentful souls. In front of him was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was neither sad nor happy.
Looking at Ksitigarbha in front of him, Li Xiuyuan frowned and asked, "Bodhisattva, what did I do wrong back then?"
"You did nothing wrong."
Ksitigarbha looked at him and replied quietly: "Everything in the world is changing all the time, and so are people's hearts."
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "In that case, why did Xiao Hei help them learn the Tao back then, and why did I bother to guide them to a place of birth."
In his opinion, today's cause and effect must be found within himself.
If he hadn't asked the old Taoist priest to come to Penglai with a few disciples, there would be no disaster that would harm one party.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan became angry and said coldly: "People's hearts are really so unpredictable?"
Ksitigarbha shook his head and replied with a smile: "You are willing to become a shepherd just to understand the way of heaven and earth. You have practiced hard in the cave for more than ten years, but you still can't understand half of the Buddhist scriptures..."
"Why not spend another winter here looking at the hearts of all living beings in the world?"
Speaking of this, Ksitigarbha murmured: "At that time, the heavens were not getting what they wanted, and they were worried and distressed, but they lived alone... How much have you learned after reading for several years?"
Sighing softly, Li Xiuyuan replied: "Disciples are like looking at flowers in the mist, unlike the Buddhist scriptures that gradually entered my heart like spring wind and rain."
Ksitigarbha sighed and said with a smile: "Then you will be Ksitigarbha again and use your supreme courage to practice the supreme Dharma to save all sentient beings in this area..."
After speaking, he recited a mantra in a low voice: "充槧, 咒咤, 罗充槧, 罗充槧, 鲁哈里, 马鲁浩里, Arochara, Doro, Shaha."
Before Ksitigarbha could continue to speak, Li Xiuyuan felt as if his whole body was being burned by fire, and he had a feeling that life was worse than death.
Ksitigarbha looked at him with compassion on his face and said quietly: "Remember, what you want to save is not just the suffering sentient beings like Banshan."
"There are also those lost people on the top of the mountain who have fallen into the devil's path and still have a glimmer of hope to put down the butcher's knife."
Speaking of this, Ksitigarbha said thoughtfully: "Just like your brother Xiaohei, when he could kill two monks outside the cities of Northern Qi and Dazhou, but he let them go in the end."
Li Xiuyuan chuckled: "I am not Xiaohei, nor am I Bodhisattva like you. I don't have that much compassion."
Xiao Hei heard from Gao Yue'er and Qing Yu that he was able to defeat two monks with peerless cultivation. In his opinion, it was just Xiao Hei's momentary compassion and had nothing to do with him.
His own compassion depends on his mood, just like he told the old monk that playing the piano and forging a sword depends on his mood.
Killing and saving people also depends on your mood.
Instead of saving a monk who has fallen into the devil's path, he prefers to kill the devil with his sword.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan replied coldly: "I am not even a killer, let alone a monk who is possessed by a demon. That is your business, Bodhisattva. Let him go to find you under the abyss."
When Ksitigarbha heard this, his face showed sadness: "I said that at this moment you are a compassionate Bodhisattva of the six realms."
Nodding, Li Xiuyuan held the flower in his hand and replied calmly: "Bodhisattva, I enlightened you about the sword on the snow mountain. Do you want to know?"
"Tell me about it, I really want to know what kind of swordsmanship can make you feel angry and want to use the sword to defeat the devil."
At this moment, Ksitigarbha's face, which was neither sad nor happy, finally showed a look of surprise.
Suddenly, a faint watery feeling appeared in Li Xiuyuan's hand holding the flower, like a faint cloud condensing between his fingers.
He sighed and replied coldly: "It is to transform the Bodhisattva's compassionate and low-brow thoughts into the demon-conquering power of Vajra, and subdue the four demons at the fingertips."
Thinking of the shocking sword energy he slashed out in Suiye City, Li Xiuyuan smiled proudly: "As for mercy, it depends on who I am facing and my mood."
Ksitigarbha was shocked and blurted out: "You actually turned the power of Nirvana upside down and practiced it, turning the power of the physical body into the aura between your fingers..."
At this moment, even Bodhisattva was deeply shocked by Li Xiuyuan's madness and obsession with swordsmanship.
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "Then you have to ask the saint from Meishan. She only taught me this sword technique, but she didn't teach me how to practice it. You know, I have no spiritual power at the moment..."
"The Sword of the Saint, the Will of the Saint... Donor, you are going to defy heaven..." Ksitigarbha was speechless.
Li Xiuyuan spread his hands and said with a smile: "There is nothing I can do. I only survived half of the disaster that day, and God kicked me to the Great Qin..."
"If it were you, Bodhisattva, what would happen if you learned a new sword technique but didn't have the strength to use it?"
Li Xiuyuan thought about the scene on Meishan Mountain and the joy of turning the power of Nirvana into a trace of spiritual power on the Chang'an Snow Mountain, and couldn't help but laugh proudly.
He murmured: "Cultivation is a path that defies heaven."
The Bodhisattva was speechless for a moment, and even after thinking about it, he couldn't think of a single reason to convince Li Xiuyuan at the moment.
He could only smile bitterly and said: "I can't personally experience your fate, but you have to remember that you are Ksitigarbha now, not the young man shepherding sheep in the desert."
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this, and said unwillingly: "Bodhisattva, you are unreasonable."
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In the early morning, Li Xiuyuan woke up to the screams of the little boy Zhang Duobao.
"Uncle, you just took a nap, why did you become another person?" The little boy slept next to Li Xiuyuan last night, but when he opened his eyes in the morning, he was startled.
The boy's screams disturbed Old Man Zhang. The old man was shocked at first, then silently poured a bowl of water and handed it to Li Xiuyuan, who was still confused.
Li Xiu went to the cave entrance with a bowl of water and looked down at the ray of skylight.
I saw that the man inside had the shadow of Ebony, his own shadow, and the appearance of Jizo.
Thinking about last night's dream, I couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "I said, Bodhisattva, why are you suffering?"
It was good this time, even if he stood in front of Qingyu, I was afraid that the woman wouldn't recognize him. He was Li Xiuyuan in No. 47.
Touching Zhang Duobao who followed him, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said, "I dreamed of the Bodhisattva last night. He gave me half a volume of Buddhist scriptures. Do you want to study with me?"
The little boy exclaimed when he heard this: "Uncle Xiaobao can't write yet."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the red sun gradually climbing into the sky and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, I'll teach you."
Since the incarnation of Ksitigarbha wants to transform all living beings here, he is no longer in a hurry to solve the troubles of those guys on the mountain. He wants to turn himself into a real lamb first.
After hearing his grandson say that he had a teacher, Old Man Zhang couldn't help but tremble all over.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he asked: "Ebony, if you want to work with us, do you still have time to teach Xiaobao how to write?"
Li Xiuyuan replied: "It's okay, just let him follow me."
The old man discussed it with his son and wife, and the three of them felt that it was always a good thing to let the little definition read and write.
Then there is a dedicated person watching the children in the mountains, which makes them feel more at ease.
After breakfast, the old man took Li Xiuyuan to find Wang Dali, the supervisor.
Looking at him, he explained: "Mr. Wang, some lines need to be added to those carved stones, so that after they are moved up the mountain, they can be stacked together to fit together..."
When Wang Dali heard this, he couldn't help but cursed: "Old man Zhang, you are also an old mason. How could you make such a mistake?"
Old Man Zhang sighed and said with a wry smile: "Aren't you afraid that there are too many people and the carving lines are different, so that it will cause trouble for the adults in the future?"
After speaking, he pointed at the frightened Li Xiuyuan behind him and said, "It just so happened that you asked Amu to come over. Let him do this alone to avoid any mistakes."
Wang Dali suddenly realized and replied: "Okay, Amu, you can follow Old Man Zhang and work hard. Once the work is completed, I promise to send you home."
Li Xiuyuan quickly handed over his hands and replied: "Thank you, Mr. Wang."
Old man Zhang took his grandson and took Li Xiuyuan to the lawn where the stones were piled. He pointed at the stones of different sizes piled neatly on the ground and said, "We have them all here."
Li Xiuyuan took a look and replied: "Senior, don't worry, I will learn how to carve from you after I finish processing these stones."
Old man Zhang looked at his grandson behind him and said with a smile: "Xiaobao, you have to study and write well with your husband."
Xiaobao nodded, looked at the old man and smiled with his eyes narrowed: "Grandpa, don't worry, Xiaobao promises not to be lazy."
Children from poor families finally waited for a gentleman who didn't need money, and they felt happier than if they had eaten a meal of meat.
Li Xiuyuan didn't say much, took out the hammer and drill, and began to carve out the first lines on the stone.
While saying softly: "Xiaobao, read and recite with me."
Xiaobao nodded and said, "Okay."
As the jingle sounded, Li Xiuyuan read: "I heard... Today, the Tathagata, the Ying, the True and All-Knowing One, takes pity on all living beings and protects all living beings..."
Xiaobao followed with a childish voice: "This is what I hear..."
