Xiaobao followed Qin Xiangyu to the mountain spring to collect the snow water. He thought for a moment and asked, "Sister Xiangyu, where did this sister come from?"
What he didn't expect was that within a few days of arriving in the imperial city, two more sisters suddenly appeared.
He counted on his fingers: "Xiaobao seems to have four sisters. I wonder if there will be more in the future?"
Qin Xiangyu couldn't help but giggle when he heard this: "As far as I know, there seems to be no more."
Xiaobao nodded and said with a smile: "Sister Qingyu went to the mountains to play, and she didn't wait for Xiaobao to come with her. I have to go with her tomorrow."
Qin Xiangyu thought for a while: "Come to think of it, I haven't been to the mountains for a long time. Let's go together tomorrow."
"Where's sir?"
The first thing Xiaobao thinks of is his husband. If he wants to play, he must call his husband.
Qin Xiangyu shook his head: "He wants to stay at home with you, sister Juier, and can't come with us."
"Oh, what's going on with Sister Juier?"
"She is my senior sister, you are not allowed to talk nonsense?"
In the living room, Li Xiuyuan saw that Dui'er didn't tell anything about what happened in the temple, and her face didn't look like someone with a sad heart, so he didn't ask any more questions at the moment.
In his opinion, he, as an elder brother, would naturally not ask about things that Juier didn't want to talk about.
The old man couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw his precious disciple taking off the gauze scarf on his head. He had inch-long hair just like Li Xiuyuan.
He smiled bitterly and said, "It's good for you, one is not a monk, and the other is a monk."
Li Xiuyuan disagreed, looked at Duo'er and said, "Being a monk naturally has the benefits of becoming a monk. As long as you can maintain some peace and quiet, you will feel at ease."
The old man sighed: "Jue'er is different from you. I'm afraid it will be difficult to endure the hardship."
Jue'er, however, remained calm and sighed quietly: "Who told Daddy to abandon me so early..."
Li Xiuyuan did not answer the question, but looked at the old man and said, "Now that everyone is here, I'm going to make a pot of broth. Whether they can break through the situation depends on their respective fortunes."
Jue'er was overjoyed when she heard this, clapped her hands and said, "If my brother doesn't come home, Jue'er won't know what breaking the situation is for several years."
Li Xiuyuan chuckled: "Do you want to cultivate immortality? Or do you want glory and wealth in the world? This is not something that can achieve the best of both worlds."
After saying that, he shook his head and walked out of the living room.
The old man was shocked when he heard this. Li Xiuyuan just said a casual word to Duo'er, but it reminded him of the prehistoric world back then.
There are so many peerless experts and even ancient demons competing for hegemony.
In the end, it was different and disappeared into the long river of time? If he hadn't met his master and Li Xiuyuan, he might have done the same thing and turned into a handful of loess.
The current thoughts and future fate of his precious disciple are not much different from that of the ancient monk. What he cares about is clearly the imperial power and wealth in the court.
Thinking of this, the old man reached out and poured a cup of spiritual tea for Jue'er.
He smiled and said: "This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. You can figure it out yourself."
Not to mention Jue'er, his young apprentice Qin Xiangyu was guarding an inn with a good business, and he felt like he couldn't leave her.
Jue'er looked at the old man and sighed: "After the disciple became a monk, he had the name Mingkong..."
Although she knew that she would not be able to stay in Ganye Temple for long, Juier still told some of her own things, hoping that one day the old man would not blame herself.
"Your junior sister has already told me about this. As long as you live a good life, I don't have any problem with you whether you are in the temple or the palace."
After thinking about it, the old man added: "Your brother has only been back to the Imperial City for a few days. He first dealt with some troublesome matters, and then he asked your junior sister to find you."
Jue'er smiled lightly: "It's true, brother. Once he entered the desert, he had to go longer than the monk Sanzang. He didn't know how to go home, let alone that he had a sister who cared about him."
"He...he spent more than ten years in seclusion in a grotto in the desert in order to understand some truths. I'm afraid you and Xiangyu won't be able to achieve this kind of practice."
The old man sighed: "Even when I was a teacher, I never seemed to have to sit down and practice for more than ten years at a time."
Thinking about the situation in the ancient world, although the old man lived in the mountains for a long time, he did not sit motionless for decades, just to understand certain truths.
In his opinion, regarding the practice of Buddhism, not everyone can learn about it.
"My brother is a monster. Fortunately, he remembered to come back here in the end."
Jue'er sighed and sighed in her heart, thinking that when she was in the most miserable and difficult time, her brother was facing the wall in the grotto.
That kind of situation would be ten or a hundred times more painful than mine. I was still a little unhappy in my heart, but after hearing what the old man said, I couldn't hate it anymore.
While talking, Qingyu came back from the mountains with Gao Yue'er.
Looking at the old man, he shouted: "It is difficult to eat some bamboo shoots after the season. Fortunately, I found some mushrooms, which can be used to make soup."
The old man smiled and said: "Then take it and wash it quickly. The young master is preparing to make soup."
Gao Yue'er held the basket and smiled: "I'll go."
After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the living room without saying hello to Jue'er, heading towards the kitchen.
The old man shook his head and introduced to Qingyu: "This is my eldest disciple Juier, now known as Mingkong. Juier, this is senior sister Qingyu and an old friend of your brother..."
Qingyu couldn't help but be stunned when she saw Duo'er's appearance, and blurted out: "Junior sister, can't you practice at the foot of the mountain?"
Jue'er shook her head: "Mingkong is practicing in Ganye Temple. When did Senior Sister come to the Imperial City?"
"Me, Junior Sister Yue'er and I almost died in someone's hands. Fortunately, Li Xiuyuan saved us... We took Xiaobao and returned here together."
Qingyu smiled bitterly and said: "It was my junior sister Yue'er just now. She has been in a bad mood these years. It was only after she finally returned to the snow mountain that she had some smiles..."
When Jue'er heard this, she couldn't help but look at the old man and asked, "Master, why are there so many miserable people around my brother?"
The old man chuckled, pointed at Qingyu and said, "Her life is not bitter. Even if it is a little bitter, it is worth it."
Qingyu disagreed and complained: "Compared with Xiaohei and Qingqing, my junior sister and I still have a harder life."
"Xiaobao has finished watering her. Who is this beautiful sister, grandpa?"
Xiaobao followed Qin Xiangyu into the living room, patted his stomach and shouted, "Sister Qingyu, Xiaobao seems to be hungry again."
"You're just a foodie, your husband is cooking, just wait."
Qingyu took Xiaobao and sat down next to her, and introduced to Juier: "This is your brother's precious disciple. He has already learned to recite Buddhist scriptures before he enters the academy."
Jue'er smiled when he heard this, looked at Xiaobao and asked, "Xiaobao, how much of the Buddhist scriptures did your husband teach you to memorize?"
Xiaobao shook his head: "I don't know the name of the Buddhist sutra either. The teacher said that Xiaobao can already recite half of it."
Jue'er was stunned and couldn't help but look at the old man and asked: "Master, what does half and half mean?"
The old man sighed and replied: "It means that your brother has obtained half a volume of inexplicable Buddhist scriptures, and now Xiaobao can remember half of this half volume."
Xiaobao nodded, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Yes, my brother said that Xiaobao doesn't need to know these principles now, he just needs to memorize them by rote."
Qingyu sitting aside asked: "Then when will you go to the academy?"
Qin Xiangyu, who was sitting aside, took it and said, "Let him have enough fun in the mountains in a few days."
On this day, Gao Yue'er and Qing Yu got into the house after drinking soup, and they fell into a deep sleep.
Compared with Qin Xiangyu and Juier's earth-shattering and boundary-breaking aura, the two of them seemed much more low-key.
Only Li Xiuyuan and Xiaobao disagreed, as did the old man. After drinking the soup, he guarded the two women and broke through two realms before going back to his house to rest.
In addition, after breaking through the realm, the two girls also returned to the house to dream, leaving Li Xiuyuan and Xiaobao alone in the entire mountain.
The monks in the mountains had already left. The master and the apprentice were walking in the mountains. Looking at the apricot trees that had only been plucked in half, Li Xiuyuan wondered when did the monks at the foot of the mountain become so reserved?
Xiaobao picked an apricot and played with it in his hand, while saying, "Sir, sister Jue'er asked Xiaobao about memorizing Buddhist scriptures today."
Li Xiuyuan nodded: "How did you reply to her?"
"Xiaobao said he carried half of half?"
Raising his head, Xiaobao asked in confusion: "Is it true that I can't just talk to people about this? If so, Xiaobao will stop talking about it in the future."
Li Xiu Pinhole smiled when he heard this: "It's best not to say it, after all, you are still too weak right now."
Xiaobao thought for a moment and then asked: "After Xiaobao goes to study, will your husband come down the mountain to see Xiaobao?"
Li Xiuyuan reached out and picked an apricot, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and said with a smile: "That's natural. In the spring of next year, I have to go down the mountain to make wine."
Xiaobao nodded with satisfaction.
He chuckled and said, "I thought sir didn't want Xiaobao anymore."
The master and apprentice carried the mountain road up the stairs, but Li Xiuyuan thought about the time when he took Jui'er to climb the mountain. In the blink of an eye, the little girl back then had grown up.
It won't be long before he will witness the moment when she ascends to the throne.
He also thought of his past, the battles between the eldest prince of the five regions and Nalan Yu and others in southern Xinjiang and Beihai...
I'm just afraid that I will never fight for a certain dynasty again.
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Mingkong reunited with Li Xiuyuan after a long separation. Before he could express his feelings of missing him, he broke through two realms in one day and dreamed with Qin Xiangyu.
That night, only Xiaobao stayed quietly with his husband, copying Buddhist scriptures for a while, and then reading the following scriptures twice with his husband.
This moment is happy for Xiaobao.
Xiaobao, who is far away from his parents, enjoys deep care from the old man, Li Xiuyuan and Qingyu.
After solving the troubles around him, Li Xiuyuan took a rare nap.
When he woke up, it was already midnight, the sun was shining on the vegetable garden, and the small bud tips of the seeds that had just been sown had already been exposed.
When they came to the living room, Mingkong was alone, holding a volume in his hand and reading.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the writings about the previous dynasty that he had brought back from the mountain.
Hearing the footsteps, Mingkong smiled.
He said softly: "Brother, if you have encountered any interesting things in the desert these years, please tell Juier."
"What's so fun? Back then, I, Sanzang and the young monk walked to the eight-hundred-mile desert. We almost died of thirst and turned into a mummy and threw it there."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said, "If you want to learn Buddhism, go to Hongfu Temple and see Tripitaka. He has brought back countless treasures of scriptures."
"Later, I got bored in Suiye City, so I bought a few hundred sheep and worked as a shepherd for several years. Although those days were comfortable, my life was also hard. You can't imagine it."
Li Xiuyuan sighed, thinking that he was the only one who could wave his hand across the world, and he didn't have to think about anything.
Not to mention Jue'er, even Sanzang was afraid that he couldn't do it. After all, Sanzang's heart was in Buddhism, how could he waste his precious time like me?
"Oh my god, my brother actually became a shepherd. Come to think of it, such a world must be beautiful."
Mingkong took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "If I had known this, Juier should have followed her brother to the desert."
"There are no ifs in life, and it is impossible to do it again."
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and said seriously: "Even if one day you stand on the same level as the sky and want to do it all over again, you will find that the people around you are no longer there."
When Mingkong heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red and he was almost ready to shed tears.
Li Xiuyuan's unintentional words instantly stirred up the sadness hidden in her heart, reminding her of her father who died young.
It wasn't until Li Xiuyuan boiled a pot of spiritual tea, poured a cup for her and held it in his hand that he murmured to himself: "Brother, can Jue'er return to the palace again?"
