On this day, Li Xiuyuan taught the little boy how to write his name on the ground: "Zhang Duobao."
I also took him to read a Buddhist scripture, regardless of whether he could remember it or how much he remembered.
That night, the daring Li Xiuyuan invited the old Taoist priest over and shamelessly made an unreasonable request to the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest was so angry that he had to admire his disciple's idea. When he finally left, a few golden lights fell on the four members of Old Man Zhang's family.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan who was laughing, the old Taoist priest shook his head: "Next year, you will have to go back to Tang Dynasty Chang'an. That girl Jue'er was still suffering in Ganye Temple."
Li Xiuyuan nodded and said, "It seems that next autumn, the disciples will have to leave here."
"It won't take that long. If you can't teach a child after half a year, just go jump into the sea."
Waving his hand, the old Taoist priest said with a smile: "Don't go too far, or another monster will appear."
"That's impossible."
Li Xiuyuan replied quietly: "I asked him to study Buddhism and practice Taoism at the same time. He has seen the suffering of his parents and grandfather. He should have enough compassion."
"I hope so." Turning into a streak of blue smoke, the old Taoist priest disappeared from Li Xiuyuan's eyes.
The next day, Li Xiuyuan chiseled thirty stones.
On the third day, even the supervisor looked at Li Xiuyuan, who had not stopped working all day, and could not find any trouble with him.
The iron hammer in his hand did not stop, nor did Li Xiuyuan's voice of chanting sutras: "The World Honored One is about to reach Nirvana. If all sentient beings have any doubts, you can ask them now. This is the last question..."
Zhang Duobao followed his husband obediently, and after reading each word several times, Li Xiuyuan continued to recite.
On this day, Li Xiuyuan taught him how to write the names of his grandfather and mother.
When the sun went down, the old man spent two days checking Li Xiuyuan. Even the old man couldn't find anything wrong.
He looked at it and said: "Master Wang, look, this craftsmanship is incredible, it is much better than the young people in our village."
I stroked the strokes of consistent size and depth with my hands, and couldn't help but sigh.
He shook his head and said in disbelief: "With such good craftsmanship, why are you crazy about coming to this island? I won't be able to leave until next autumn..."
The old man didn't dare to say anything, as long as he didn't cause any trouble to his group, that would be fine.
Although Wang Dali was born tall and thick, he also had a tofu temperament.
Looking at the old man, he smiled bitterly and said: "If you work hard, the superiors will not come to trouble me. This way everyone will be better off, don't you think?"
The old man nodded: "Thank you for your care, sir."
That night, when Li Xiuyuan was cooking dinner, he threw in a few pieces of dried radish and made a pot of soup for the old man's family of four to drink.
After that, he asked the four of them to go and have a rest early.
An old Taoist priest stepped in to shield the secrets from the four of them. Even if a family of four changed their physiques overnight and gathered energy overnight, they would not be noticed by the people on Penglai Mountain.
Not to mention the overseer guarding a bunch of people.
That night, the old man gathered Qi overnight and seemed to be ten years younger. The old man's son and daughter-in-law also gathered Qi and became monks on the second level of Qi gathering.
Only Zhang Duobao once heard the Tao, not only changed his bone marrow, flesh and blood, and meridians, but also broke through to the third level of Qi gathering.
Li Xiuyuan will not pay attention to the three people in the elderly family for the time being.
He just wanted to teach Zhang Duobao well first, and then his parents' cultivation would be placed on him.
When he woke up in the morning, the old man felt warm all over his body and had endless strength. Even his son and daughter-in-law came over and said that yesterday's soup was so delicious.
Just drank two bowls of soup, and I feel like a different person today.
Li Xiuyuan smiled, looked at the three of them and said, "You know this well, so don't talk about it outside. There are a lot of people talking here."
Although he is not afraid, he is not afraid of the guys on the mountain coming to cause trouble.
But before he figured out the truth of the matter, he didn't want to face Qingyu and others.
The old man is a sensible person. Seeing that Xiaobao learned to write and read after just two days with his husband, he naturally didn't say much.
Looking at her son, her daughter-in-law said, "Just pretend this never happened. We can talk about anything else after we leave here."
Li Xiuyuan replied calmly: "I'm here, you just need to keep your mouth shut, don't worry about anything else."
After saying that, he took Zhang Duobao and walked out of the cave.
As he walked, he asked: "Xiaobao, do you want to become powerful and protect your grandfather and parents from being bullied by evil people in the future?"
Xiaobao nodded, clenched his fist and replied, "Sir, can you teach Xiaobao?"
From the moment Li Xiuyuan taught him to write his name on the ground, Xiaobao changed his tune and called Li Xiuyuan sir.
Li Xiuyuan nodded, looked at him and said, "During lunch, ask your father to chop a bamboo and come back. I will teach you archery tomorrow."
When Xiaobao heard this, he was so happy that he clapped his hands and asked, "Doesn't Xiaobao no longer have to memorize Buddhist scriptures?"
"Can't!"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and replied seriously: "Starting from tomorrow, you have to read Buddhist scriptures with me for an hour, practice archery for an hour, and then write Chinese characters for an hour."
Xiaobao counted with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Sir, he spends the day breaking stones, where can Xiaobao go to write?"
"You'll know then."
Li Xiuyuan broke off a branch and wrote on the ground one by one: "Today, first write your name, your parents' and grandfather's names on the branch fifty times."
Xiaobao picked up the branch, like taking a pen from a gentleman, clenched his fist and replied: "Sir, don't worry, Xiaobao will finish writing."
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
Li Xiuyuan chiseled lines on the stone one after another.
While reciting: "When all sentient beings in the six realms encounter this light, their sins, stains and troubles will be eliminated."
Xiaobao was writing on the ground and chanting: "...all sins, stains and worries will be eliminated."
That night, Li Xiuyuan asked Old Man Zhang to make a flat stone platform in the cave. Under the watchful eyes of dozens of workers, Li Xiuyuan lit a lamp on it.
He took out his own pen, ink, paper and inkstone and began to teach Xiaobian how to hold hair, grind ink, and write.
Then he squatted by the fire and made a simple bamboo bow for Xiaobao. Until the moon was high in the sky, he cut ten bamboo arrows for Xiaobao.
Old man Zhang was trembling when he saw it: "Sir, are you going to teach Xiaobao archery?"
In the eyes of the old man, it was already a miracle that Li Xiuyuan could teach his grandson to read.
If Xiaobao is taught archery and becomes a monk, then gods will come to save these poor people.
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "He is still a child and should have his own dream. I just passed by and helped him realize it."
After hearing this, the old man stopped talking.
He decided to have a smooth explanation with his son and wife tomorrow, but he couldn't reveal this secret.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and said, "Don't be afraid, it's just a child looking for fun things, he won't take it seriously."
In his eyes, Xiaobao is just a child, a child without any aura.
Even if a child holds a bamboo bow and wanders around the mountain, what can he do? Is it possible that you can beat a wild beast and come back?
That night, while a group of craftsmen were stunned, Xiaobao held a pen and wrote his name under the paper.
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After breakfast, Li Xiuyuan worked while letting Xiaobao practice archery beside him.
Pointing to a small tree five feet away, Li Xiuyuan said: "I'll give you five days to shoot this small tree. After ten days, you have to shoot it down!"
After speaking, he held a bamboo bow in his hand, put on a bamboo arrow and aimed at the small tree. With a "swish" sound, a bamboo arrow hit the small tree.
The small tree swayed for a while, and the leaves fell one after another.
"This is a state of archery!" After speaking, Li Xiuyuan took out a handkerchief and covered his eyes.
He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aimed at the sapling, and hit the same spot on the sapling again with an arrow.
"This is another realm!" Having said this, Li Xiuyuan took his little hand and walked towards the small tree not far away.
He pulled out the bamboo arrow and said: "It must penetrate at least three points into the wood, so that it is possible to shoot the beast."
"The realm just now has a distance arrow path. It means that you can shoot wherever your eyes see."
Xiaobao asked excitedly: "Sir, do you have any tips for practicing archery?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied: "Ask your grandpa, does he have any knack for carving these stones? Watch more, practice more, don't be afraid of hardship..."
Leaving his bow and arrow behind, Li Xiuyuan went to complete today's mission. Not far away, there was a pair of eyes staring at the two of them. How could he let him be lazy for a moment?
But, sitting under the bamboo shed, looking at the snowflakes about to fall from the sky, I shook my head gently.
He was too lazy to take care of Li Xiuyuan and Li Xiuyuan. In his opinion, it was reasonable for Old Man Zhang to take Wu Mu to live with his family and teach his grandson.
Xiaobao held the bow and arrow and touched the small tree. He thought to himself, is this like playing with a slingshot?
Holding a bamboo arrow in his hand, Xiaobao returned to the place where his husband had just stood, turned sideways, drew his bow, nocked the arrow, and aimed at the small tree.
With a "swish" sound, the string sounded and the arrow flew. The bamboo arrow flew away and flew to another small tree not far away.
"Haha! It's so fun, Xiaobao can also shoot the small tree." Xiaobao let out a cheer, looked at Li Xiuyuan from a distance and shouted.
From Xiaobao's point of view, he was afraid that he would be able to shoot this small tree in less than five days!
Xiaobao, who was happy in his heart, took another arrow, and this time he carefully aimed at the small tree.
Draw the bow, nock the arrow, aim.
With a "swish" sound, the bamboo arrow flew out again, and just as he expected, it hit the small tree he had just shot.
Looking at the bamboo arrows in two different places, Xiaobao laughed.
I walked to the small tree, pulled out the arrow, and checked the depth. It was still too shallow, far from the teacher.
On this day, Xiaobao spent an hour shooting arrows in the morning, and memorized Buddhist scriptures with Li Xiuyuan for an hour in the afternoon.
He kept shaking his head as he watched, and thought to himself: "You have all become slaves, and you are still thinking about enjoying yourself in pain. It's really incredible."
During dinner in the evening, Xiaobao looked at Old Man Zhang and said, "Grandpa, sir, teach Xiaobao archery. Xiaobao will be able to complete the task in less than five days."
From that night on, Li Xiuyuan asked Xiaobao to copy the Buddhist scriptures starting from the first word.
It was different from what he had taught Mu Mu and Nangong Ruyu, and it was also different from Xiao Hei and Xiao Hu.
He did not teach Xiaobao to read "The Thousand-Character Classic" or "Enlightenment of Sound and Rhythm". Instead, he taught him the most obscure Buddhist scriptures in the world from the beginning.
A Buddhist scripture that even gives me a headache when I read it.
Just like that time in the backyard of Xingyuan, Yelu Mingzhu was asked to learn the most difficult divine song in the world from the beginning, which made him grow old overnight.
In his opinion, perhaps only a poor child like Xiaobao can one day understand this obscure Buddhist scripture.
Xiaobao chanted after him: "The so-called happiness and suffering, impermanence, purity and impurity, selflessness, reality and unreality, refuge is not refuge, all living beings are not all living beings..."
"Sir, what does this mean? Xiaobao doesn't seem to understand."
Reading the most obscure and difficult-to-explain Buddhist scriptures in the world, even Xiaobao, who unites heaven and man, couldn't help but start shouting.
Li Xiuyuan took out a plate of preserved apricot meat and placed it on the stone table, touched his head and laughed.
Said: "You don't need to understand the meaning. Now you just need to imprint all the scriptures in your brain."
Xiaobao pinched the apricot meat and took a bite, then smiled and said, "Thank you, sir."
