Reunited after a long separation, Li Xiuyuan did not talk about Buddhism to Sanzang, but drank three bowls of wine.
From Si Shi to You Shi, Li Xiuyuan, who had been drunk for a whole day in Tripitaka Buddhist Hall, took a carriage and returned to the courtyard at No. 47.
Xiaobao had just sat at the table and was about to eat. Seeing his drunken appearance, Xiaobao couldn't help but come up and hold his hand and asked: "Sir, let's eat."
Li Xiuyuan touched his hand and head and shook his head: "No, I'm going to take a rest."
It was rare for the old man to see Li Xiuyuan drunk, so he immediately said to the young monk: "Xiaobao can eat it by himself, and let the husband go and rest for a while."
After he finished, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Have you met Sanzang?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "The monk has a simple mind and is already on his way to the Buddhist Kingdom. I am still struggling in the mortal world of the Tang Dynasty..."
Qingyu also saw Li Xiuyuan drunk for the first time, so she didn't know what to say at the moment.
I just thought that now that I have returned to the Imperial City, I am afraid that my husband is also suffering in his heart. This time he finally saw his old friends, so it makes sense to be drunk.
Until the end of Xu Shi, Xiaobao and Qingyu went back to the house to rest.
Li Xiuyuan just got up and washed himself. When he came to the living room, the old man had already boiled a pot of water and was waiting for him to wake up and make tea.
Looking at the old man's appearance, Li Xiuyuan was obviously stunned for a moment.
Then he smiled bitterly and said: "The little monk back then stayed in Tianzhu... I felt a little sad for a while, and drank two more drinks with Sanzang."
While making tea, the old man replied: "That's the life he wants. You should be happy for him, right?"
Li Xiuyuan didn't say anything after thinking about it, but quietly sighed after drinking a cup of spiritual tea.
He smiled bitterly and said: "I originally planned to come back early to catch this year's spring tea, but I didn't expect that I would go to the East China Sea and delay the whole spring."
The old man couldn't help laughing when he heard what he said about the snow-capped mountains.
After taking a sip of spiritual tea, he said: "If you go away and never come back, the wooden houses on the mountain will not be able to withstand the wind and rain. I later found someone to demolish them and cut down those towering trees."
"According to the situation here, we rebuilt two buildings. Just in time for you to come back, you will have a place to live..."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and asked, "Is the money still enough?"
After speaking, he took a bag of money and put it on the table, and said with a wry smile: "This is the disciple that the old Taoist took in Qingniu Mountain. He occupied the mountain and became the king, doing harm to everyone..."
The old man smiled lightly: "With Xiangyu here, there will be no shortage of money to spend. You are back just in time. I can return the money she spent to him."
Li Xiuyuan also knew that it would be good to live in a wine shop. How could he have spare money to build a house on the snow-capped mountains?
After all, this is the Tang Dynasty, not Tianyu City, and we cannot rely on spiritual wine to make money.
The two chatted for a while, and Li Xiuyuan talked about Xiaobao.
Looking at the old man, he said seriously: "Let Qin Xiangyu find an academy for Xiaobao tomorrow. He will stay here to study. I will take Gao Yuer and Qingyu to the mountain."
The old man nodded and said, "I will arrange this matter. Is my disciple still waiting for you to come back in Ganye Temple?"
Li Xiuyuan stroked his forehead and sighed, and then he thought about the fact that a little Juier went to Ganye Temple to become a nun. This was a troublesome thing.
He didn't have much to do with him at first, but because of a chance encounter on the snowy mountain, he finally became the old man's beloved disciple.
After thinking for a while, he murmured: "In two days, let Qin Xiangyu take her to the snowy mountain. It will be inconvenient for me to go to the temple."
The old man thought about it and laughed: "If you don't stay on the 47th for a whole day when you come back, I'm afraid Qin Xiangyu wants to cause trouble for you."
"She..."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "Ask her to buy me more firewood, rice, oil and salt and give them to the hut on the snowy mountain. I will stay in the mountain if nothing happens in the future."
The old man thought of Qingyu and the two and couldn't help but ask: "What will be the future arrangements for the two guys you brought back?"
"have no idea."
Li Xiuyuan felt dizzy when he thought of Gao Yue'er, with a sad look on his face, and said with a wry smile: "Let her live a good life first, and then talk about other things."
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A summer rainstorm came without warning, and the lake was suddenly enveloped in mist and rain.
After finishing his morning prayers, the old monk returned to the Buddhist hall to rest, but unexpectedly he received a strange guest.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, who had short hair and was dressed in white clothes, the old monk asked: "Donor, do you have anything to do with me?"
Li Xiuyuan placed the fruit cakes he bought from the city on the Buddhist altar, bowed to the Buddhas, and then bowed to the old monk with his hands together.
He smiled bitterly and said: "I am here for Xiaobao Boundless, I am the old man on the mountain..."
The old man was startled when he heard this, then smiled bitterly and said: "Sanzang has already told me in detail about Xiaobao. Thinking about it, I would also like to thank Mr. Xiao for taking care of him and taking him through the desert of death."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "I promised to bring him back."
When the old monk heard this, he was silent for a moment, then thought about it and said, "You can practice as a monk at home. As long as Xiaobao lives a good life, I, as a master, will be happy for him."
Li Xiuyuan took a box of spiritual tea and handed it to the old monk, and said: "I have been away for too long, and I missed the spring this year. I will make up for it next spring."
The old man took the spirit tea, thought for a while and asked: "Sir, are you afraid that you won't go to the Western Regions again in the future?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied: "I don't know, I probably won't go anywhere for the time being."
Gao Yue'er is on the mountain, and there are Jue'er and Xiaobao at the foot of the mountain. Thinking about it, I'm afraid I won't be able to go anywhere, and I don't want to move.
After a long silence, Li Xiuyuan said to the old monk: "Sanzang has brought back many Buddhist scriptures, which require a lot of effort to translate. Master can send a few monks to practice with Sanzang."
The old monk nodded and said, "That's exactly what it should be."
After drinking two courses of spiritual tea with the old monk, Li Xiuyuan felt bored and had to leave.
After thinking about it, he took out a jar of spiritual wine and put it on the table, and said, "This wine is considered as a tribute to Master on behalf of Wuliang. By the way, I later named him Jin Wuliang."
The old monk was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and replied with a smile: "Wuliang, Xiaobao must like this name very much."
Waving his hand, Li Xiuyuan left the Buddhist hall.
The person had already left, and a message came from a distance: "There are many apricots on the mountain. In a few days, the master will ask the monks from the temple to go up the mountain to pick some."
A jar of spiritual wine is not enough to express Li Xiuyuan's current mood. He can't finish the apricots on the mountain, but he can use them to support the monks down the mountain.
The old monk was startled when he heard this, and then sighed and said: "I have thought about this for a long time, why would I bother to fight with you for a small piece of heaven and earth that day?"
In the opinion of the old monk, it means that Li Xiuyuan has not been on the snow-capped mountains for decades, so he is not practicing in the world?
Who can cultivate Buddhism only on the snow-capped mountains?
Walking on the winding mountain road, Li Xiuyuan said to himself: "I can give it to you, but you can't ask for it from me?"
As the old monk said, Li Xiuyuan's practice depends on his mood.
Climbing up the stairs and looking at the numerous fruits on the apricot trees by the roadside, Li Xiuyuan thought that in a few days Qin Xiangyu would be able to take Xiaobao up the mountain.
At this age, Xiaobao has a good time to run wild in the mountains.
When I returned to the mountain hut, I discovered that the old man had replaced the wooden house with a stone house, which was the same structure as No. 47 at the foot of the mountain.
In this way, it can survive a hundred years of ups and downs.
Qingyu had already packed up her room and left the front building to Li Xiuyuan.
Gao Yue'er regained some of her composure and was sitting under the eaves looking at the scene in front of her in a daze. After all, this was the place where she lived with the old Taoist priest.
Seeing Li Xiuyuan coming back, Gao Yue'er's mouth moved but she didn't speak.
Pulling up a chair, Li Xiuyuan sat down next to her, reached out and pinched one of her hands and quietly explored for her.
Gao Yue'er was stunned for a moment, like a frightened bird, and was about to withdraw his hand. He raised his head and glanced at Qingyu, but saw that Qingyu didn't say a word, so he calmed down.
"Junior sister, this is Xiao Hei's brother, you haven't forgotten, right?"
Qingyu has not given Gao Yue'er the antidote until now, because she is afraid that she will suddenly be frightened, unable to stand what is happening in front of her, and want to commit suicide.
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan looked at Qingyu and smiled bitterly: "Yue'er's injury is a bit more serious than yours."
Thinking of taking the spiritual tea from back then, he looked at Xu Zhong and said, "Master, can they drink this tea?"
Instead of giving Gao Yue'er the antidote, Li Xiuyuan used a different method. He wanted to use a unique spiritual tea in the world to awaken Gao Yue'er's memory of the snow-capped mountains.
The voice of the old Taoist priest came from the divine sea: "Are you going to give her some spiritual tea and then refine the dragon ball for her?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Otherwise? I'm afraid she won't understand and can't find a reason to live."
The old Taoist priest looked at the old monk in front of him and smiled bitterly: "Can you save the crazy people in the world?"
When the old man under the green pear tree heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "If you can save one, it counts as one."
"If I can save one, I count it as one... My disciple transformed into Ksitigarbha and brought her back to the imperial city, so naturally I want to give her a foreseeable future."
Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself: "Why don't you invite the senior monk to come here and drink some spiritual tea? It's just that the disciple has just returned here from a long journey. There are only spiritual apricots on the mountain, but no wine."
The old Taoist priest looked at the old monk and laughed: "My disciple is afraid that I will scold him for being nosy, but I want to invite you to come."
The old monk nodded: "Okay, I will take Mingzhu to see him."
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest showed a strange smile on his face and said: "Okay, let the old monk go and take a look, maybe I will bring you a surprise..."
Li Xiuyuan laughed when he heard it, looked into the void and replied: "It seems that this disciple will make more wine next year."
The water on the stove was boiling. Qingyu looked at Li Xiuyuan who was in a daze and couldn't help but said: "Sir, you can make tea."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, gently patted Gao Yue'er's hand and said, "Princess, you don't have to die."
If the old monk is coming, I'm afraid Gao Yue'er will die even if he wants to.
Gao Yue'er frowned slightly, but didn't say a word.
After falling into the cold plum tea, Li Xiuyuan looked at Qingyu and said with a smile: "This tea can slowly restore you to your previous cultivation level, plus an immortal dragon soul..."
"How about it?"
Upon hearing this, Qingyu looked at him nervously and asked, "Isn't there any danger?"
After finally returning to the imperial city, although the dynasty has changed, Qingyu doesn't want to die here.
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "I'm just afraid that one day you will follow the two princesses and become the little dragon girl."
"Sir, please don't scare me...I'm getting less and less courageous now. As long as Junior Sister is fine, that's fine."
Qingyu patted her chest and said seriously.
Li Xiuyuan didn't say much, he just poured three cups of Hanmei Ling tea quietly, put one cup in front of Gao Yue'er, and said softly: "Drink this cup of tea, and I'll tell you a story."
Gao Yue'er glanced at him, picked up the spiritual tea on the table, blew on it like Qingyu, and then took a shallow sip.
Just when she was about to spit it out, Li Xiuyuan covered her mouth with one hand.
He said gently: "Good medicine tastes bitter, drink it obediently, and I will give you some candy later."
After speaking, he took a plate of preserved apricot meat that had been pickled that year and placed it in front of Gao Yue'er.
When Gao Yue'er saw the apricot flesh, he immediately thought of something, and without making any noise, he honestly swallowed the spiritual tea in his mouth, which was a bit more bitter than medicine.
"Here, eat a piece of dried meat and drink a sip of tea."
Like coaxing a child, Li Xiuyuan picked up a piece of apricot meat and handed it to Gao Yue'er, and continued: "Qingyu, you are the same, hold it in and don't spit it out."
Qingyu was shocked, looked at the spiritual tea in the cup, and said in a daze: "This tea..."
