In Hongfu Temple, it is the summer solstice season.
The sky is raining like weaving, which is the perfect weather for the occasion. I think it will be another good harvest in autumn.
After sitting quietly in the Buddhist hall and translating scriptures for an hour, Sanzang, who was a little tired, took a pot of spring water and put it on the stove.
But in his heart, he was thinking about what Li Xiuyuan said to him on the snow mountain.
Drinking tea in winter warms the heart, and drinking tea in summer to remove moisture makes sense.
Looking at the rain in the Buddhist hall, I thought about how many years it had been since I had been to the snow-capped mountains, and whether Li Xiuyuan, who had been in seclusion in the grotto, had returned.
Sanzang, who was thoughtful and never forgotten, sighed, and then thought of his junior brother who stayed in Tianzhu. He didn't know what that guy turned into in the end.
While I was thinking about it, the spring water on the stove hummed, and together with the copper bells on the eaves outside the temple, they made a series of crisp sounds in the wind and rain.
I couldn't help but murmured: "Buddha said that if you never forget it, it will echo. Donor, where are you?"
At this moment, a warm voice sounded in my ears: "I'm talking about Sanzang, are you talking about my wine or my spiritual tea?"
This year is the second year of Yonghui.
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The forty-seventh is the right time.
Qin Xiangyu and her two maids got together in a hurry and hurriedly cleaned up a room with Qingyu and Gao Yuer.
Xiaobao was quietly accompanying the old man, making tea in the living room in the backyard of No. 47.
After entering the city gate, Li Xiuyuan went to see Sanzang and asked Qingyu to take Xiaobao all the way back to No. 47 Wine Shop.
At this time, the old man hadn't opened the door yet, so Qingyu had to go to No. 46 to knock on the door.
As soon as Qin Xiangyu heard Qingyu's introduction, he quickly helped Gao Yue'er into the yard, and asked people to clean up the house. After being busy for a long time, he took Qingyu to see the master on the 47th.
The old man touched Xiaobao's head and smiled: "Little guy, what is your name and where is your home?"
Xiaobao was holding a piece of cake and took a bite. He narrowed his eyes and replied: "My name is Zhang Duobao. My home is in the East China Sea. I met my husband on the sea..."
When Qing Yu, who was pulled in by Qin Xiangyu, saw the old man, her eyes suddenly turned red and she couldn't help but burst into tears.
She cried loudly: "Senior, Qingyu almost died in Penglai..."
The old man had mixed feelings for a while. He never expected that Qingyu, who had left with the old Taoist priest, would return to Chang'an Imperial City with Li Xiuyuan.
I didn't know what to say for a while, but after a while I asked: "What's going on with the girl next door? Why doesn't my young master treat her? Where are the others?"
After that, he poured a cup of spiritual tea for the three of them, looked at Xiaobao and said, "Be careful of burning your mouth, drink slowly."
"Thank you, grandpa." Xiaobao replied: "The gentleman said that he has to go see the monk first and will come back later."
After arriving in the imperial city, there were so many people suddenly there, and Xiaobao became a little less timid due to his curiosity.
Qingyu took the silk scarf handed over by Qin Xiangyu and wiped the tears on her face, while asking: "When did you get to know the monk again here, sir?"
The old man laughed when he heard this: "That's the young master's good friend. It's a long story. I'll let Xiangyu explain it to you another day... Xiangyu is my disciple. You can get closer in the future."
Qin Xiangyu asked: "Sister Qingyu, you also know Li Xiuyuan. Is it possible that you are also my senior sister?"
Qingyu sighed, looked at the old man and said, "Back then I wanted to become my master, but Xiaohei asked me to practice with my master early on."
The old man looked at Qin Xiangyu and said with a smile: "Based on your age, you should call Qingyu senior. If you like, you can be of the same generation, but Xiaobao..."
When Xiaobao heard this, he immediately raised his little hand and said, "Xiaobao is Mr.'s disciple."
This is what Old Man Zhang told Xiaobao again and again before he went out, saying that he could only be the disciple of the Master for the rest of his life.
When the old man heard this, he was speechless.
Looking at the three people sitting in front of me, there are actually three different generations. If I really want to calculate it carefully, Xiaobao is the oldest.
After thinking about it, I could only smile bitterly and said: "I think the three of you are equals, and the young master will not have any objections."
Xiaobao then took Qingyu's hand and smiled: "Sister Qingyu is a good person, and there is another sister who seems to be still dreaming, right?"
Qingyu sighed, looked at the old man and replied: "Junior sister Yue'er was killed by my senior brother, and his two concubines were also killed by him..."
"Sir, all this is the result of my master's indulging in his senior brother and improper discipline..."
He touched Xiaobao's head and said faintly: "Even Xiaobao was almost killed by him. Fortunately, my husband went to Penglai, otherwise Qingyu might have died there..."
After spending a while, Qingyu told the old man some of the things that happened that year.
Qin Xiangyu was dumbfounded and thought, could it be that Li Xiuyuan is really a god? Otherwise, after a hundred years, why are you still looking like a young man?
Thinking of this, she couldn't sit still.
He looked at Xiaobao and asked: "Xiaobao, what is your husband like now?"
In her opinion, if Li Xiuyuan was still the same as when he left, she would rush to Hongfu Temple to find Monk Sanzang.
Xiaobao thought for a while and replied: "Sir, are you almost the same as my father?"
Qingyu knew some of Li Xiuyuan's secrets. Seeing that the old man remained silent, she pretended not to know.
He just replied calmly: "Sister, don't be impatient, your husband will be back soon."
After speaking, he looked at the old man and replied: "The husband said that he will take his junior sister to the snowy mountains to find a solution. He cannot do anything casually, for fear that she will not figure it out and commit suicide..."
When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
He smiled bitterly and said: "Yue'er was the princess back then. I didn't expect that she would end up like this. Fortunately, the young master took action, so you and I don't have to worry about her."
The old man knew that Li Xiuyuan did not want to take action and was afraid that he would have to find a solution with his master.
After all, it is easy to save Gao Yuer'er, but it is not easy to bring her heart back to life.
Fortunately, everyone has returned to the imperial city. As long as people are there, there will be ways to solve the remaining troubles.
Xiaobao thought for a while, looked at Qingyu and shouted: "Sister, I'm hungry."
Qingyu smiled, took his hand and said, "Let's go, sister will take you shopping..."
After he finished, he looked at Qin Xiangyu and said, "Sister, please look after my junior sister for me. I'll take Xiaobao to buy some clothes and I'll be back."
Qin Xiangyu waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, there is a master here."
It wasn't until the 47th when the two left that Qin Xiangyu couldn't help looking at the old man and yelled: "Master, what on earth is going on?"
The old man sighed, dipped his hand in some tea, and drew two lines on the table.
Point to the short one and say: "This is your life..."
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"Seeing the Bodhisattva again makes me happy."
Sanzang looked at Li Xiuyuan, who was dressed in a white shirt and had inch-long black hair, and exclaimed, "I didn't expect that Sir has already entered Buddhism and transformed into a Bodhisattva to walk around the world."
Li Xiuyuan did not speak, but looked at the humming spring water in the stove, took out a small box of spiritual tea, and dropped a few tea leaves into the purple sand.
They reached out to pick up the boiling water and slowly poured it in. When the aroma of tea rose, they each held a cup of spiritual tea and blew gently.
Then he murmured: "This world is a big dream, but my heart still stays in Suiye City back then..."
Sanzang was stunned for a moment, with a look of compassion on his face. He held a cup of spiritual tea and drank it lightly.
After waiting for a cup of spiritual tea to fall down, he put down the cup, clasped his hands and said, "Sanzang is grateful to Mr. Sanzang for taking me and my junior brother through thousands of miles and allowing me to retrieve the true scripture."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "Monk, you don't know, after I left Suiye City, I worked as a shepherd for several years. It was a lonely journey..."
After Sanzang heard this, he couldn't help but admired: "Sir, you are a man of God. In order to pursue the truth of the world, he did not hesitate to wander between heaven and earth with the idea of Yang'er, which fascinated Sanzang."
Li Xiuyuan added spiritual tea to their cups and said with a smile, "Actually, I want to know more about your subsequent journey and where Wuliang went in the end."
Sanzang shook his head: "What happened next is a long story. We will talk about it in detail another day... Junior Brother Wuliang finally went to Savatthi State, and he should have entered the mortal world to practice."
Li Xiuyuan sighed, but in front of him was the scene when he first met the young monk.
Thinking of what happened back then, I couldn't help but ask: "Is the old monk under the snow-capped mountains still there? If he is still alive, I have to go and tell him immeasurable things."
Sanzang thought for a while and replied: "In early spring, I just went to see the abbot master."
Li Xiu nodded and thanked him, thinking that before going up the mountain, he had to meet the old monk first.
The little monk left and never came back. He might have stayed in Tianzhu for the rest of his life, and he might not be able to escape the cause and effect of this.
After all, for an old monk like a father, he is afraid of his children returning home every day.
After much deliberation, in the end, the young monk Jin Wuliang was granted a favor and the old monk under the snow-capped mountains was embarrassed...
For a moment, I just felt that the tea was no longer fragrant. I couldn't help but take a jar of liquor I bought from Suiye City, slap it away, and took out two bowls and put them on the table.
I thought something was wrong, so I took another bowl and poured three bowls of wine.
In front of the Bodhisattva whose bowl was placed on the Buddhist altar, he picked up the bowl and took a sip. He looked up to the sky and sighed: "How wonderful that you, Jin Boundless, actually pursued your dream..."
Sanzang was stunned. He didn't expect Li Xiuyuan's reaction to be so big?
Thinking about it, it is okay for my junior brother to stay in the Buddhist country.
After all, in the Buddhist country, you can become a monk if you want to, and you can return to the secular world at any time. It is not as rigid as the Tang Dynasty, and has more human beauty.
But he didn't know why Li Xiuyuan was willing to accept Zhang Duobao as his disciple on Penglai Island.
It's not because Xiaobao is pitiful, but because Xiaobao has the shadow of the little monk in him.
If he felt sorry for Xiaobao, he could help Xiaobao embark on the path of cultivation and leave more gold coins for him. There was no need to bring them to Chang'an to practice with him.
Seeing Li Xiuyuan pouring a bowl of wine, Sanzang picked it up and took a sip. He suddenly felt like he was dreaming back to eternity.
It felt like fire, like a knife cutting strong wine down his throat, and he sighed.
Said: "This is the smell of Suiye City. It seems that the fate between Mr. and Junior Brother Wuliang is very close."
"If love is not heavy, it will not produce a fluttering sound; if thoughts are not single, it will not produce bliss."
Li Xiuyuan poured another half of the bowl of wine into the bowl and murmured to himself: "Buddhism regards the three fundamental worries of greed, anger and ignorance as the main causes of reincarnation. It is said that all worries are caused by greed, and greed gives rise to anger and ignorance..."
"It seems that Wuliang has given up on the old monk, but in fact, he went to the world to practice with the master's wish, hoping to understand the Buddha's opportunity to achieve enlightenment under the tree that day from the world of mortals..."
Waving his hand, Li Xiuyuan laughed at himself: "It's better for you, monk. Everything is empty and bearish, unlike me who always make the same mistakes."
Sanzang shook his head: "There are many differences between Tianzhu and the Tang Dynasty. Buddhism is prosperous there, and Junior Brother can practice Buddhism freely even in the secular world."
Li Xiuyuan did not reply, but replied: "Monk, are you lonely along the way?"
Sanzang was startled when he heard the words, and then he quietly looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and sighed.
He replied: "Sir, you should ask Bodhisattva if suffering is painful? Along the way, I have also fulfilled the wish I made back then and retrieved the true scripture in Tianzhu. So what about suffering?"
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he burst into laughter without any trace of reserve.
He looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and said, "Tens of millions of years have passed, Bodhisattva, are you suffering?"
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