Li Xiuyuan, who was holding a cup of spiritual tea, couldn't help but sigh softly when he heard this. Everything that should come will not change just because of his appearance.
Fortunately, he finally did not change the fate of the woman in front of him.
Then he smiled faintly and replied: "From the beginning, your destiny is in your own hands, isn't it?"
When Mingkong heard this, he couldn't help but glared at him and shouted: "Brother, didn't I ask you to make an idea for me? You are here to make fun of me."
"That's not true. Who made the decision for you when you entered the palace?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said seriously: "You know that your master and I are idiots when it comes to relationships and will not influence any of your decisions. On the contrary, it is your junior sister Qin Xiangyu who can share the burden for you."
Whether it was the little princess of the General's Mansion or the later Princess Wutong, to Li Xiuyuan, they were just young and arrogant and ignorant.
Even after Mu Mu, who transformed into a phoenix, left him, Li Xiuyuan only missed her silently in his heart, but failed to appreciate the taste as carefully as Qin Xiangyu did.
When Mingkong heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "When will my brother find a sister-in-law for Jue'er?"
Li Xiuyuan pointed to the sky and said with a wry smile: "You have to ask him about this."
Until the last moment, for Li Xiuyuan, the love between man and woman is just a matter of fantasy.
Mingkong sighed and asked thoughtfully: "Isn't Sister Qingyu good? And where is Sister Yue'er who doesn't like to talk?"
"They, they are just friends of my brother Xiaohei. Their paths are different from mine..."
Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid you can't understand my suffering right now."
Mingkong took a sip of the spiritual tea and smiled lightly: "Brother said, listen to Duo'er, and Duo'er will try to understand and understand."
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied: "You can't understand it right now, wait a few years, when you can't find anyone to talk to you, come and talk to me again."
Mingkong was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Will Jui'er have such a day?"
"Why not?"
Li Xiuyuan picked up the kettle and poured some spiritual tea into her cup, smiling lightly.
He replied: "Don't you want to compete with God? Ask Emperor Taizong back then, in the end, who can he tell his true feelings to?"
Li Xiuyuan's words were not a sharp knife but they were better than a sharp knife. They stabbed Mingkong's chest unintentionally.
For a moment, she couldn't help but cover her chest and murmured to herself: "It seems that no one can enter the heart of the late emperor. He only has himself..."
"This is the loneliness of a king, and every king will be like this."
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and explained quietly: "Maybe it wasn't like this when he was a king at first, but in the end, he found that everyone around him was plotting and taking advantage of his power..."
"I see, Jue'er seems to understand a little bit."
Mingkong looked at him and smiled bitterly: "Would my brother do the same to Jue'er?"
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this, and then smiled faintly: "You are just my sister. Relatives should love each other, not intrigue."
As far as Datang was concerned, Li Xiuyuan really couldn't find anyone, and there was no need to scheming with someone.
At most, it can be chopped off with one sword, so why bother with all that effort?
Just like Niu Sanduo on Penglai Island, I could give you the opportunity to enlightenment for Xiao Hei.
Similarly, for the sake of Qingyu and Xiaobao, and for the sake of righteousness, everything given away can also be taken back.
Even if he returns to Chang'an Imperial City, he will live in seclusion on the snow-capped mountains. As long as the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty does not come to trouble him, he will not step into the sewage in the inner courtyard of the palace.
After drinking two cups of spiritual tea, Li Xiuyuan was thoughtful.
He looked at her and smiled: "It's rare for you to go up to the mountain and accompany me for a walk."
Mingkong chuckled: "Master took Xiaobao and the others to play in the mountains early in the morning. If I hadn't been waiting for my brother, I would have gone crazy."
After leaving the Purple Bamboo Garden, Li Xiuyuan took Mingkong all the way to the mountain path.
We walked all the way and stopped when we saw the Buddhist temple on the edge of the lake.
He looked at the ground and said, "I remember I told you back then that the patterns on the bluestone are also their paths, the traces of the ants crawling are also their paths, and the trails leading to the mountains are also their paths..."
Just a few words, instantly turning back time to my childhood...
Holding her brother's hand, Mingkong squatted quietly on the ground, watching a line of ants crawling across the bluestone, and was speechless for a moment.
That year, her father was still with her.
That year, she was still young, learning how to play the piano from her brother in the mountains, and her hands were worn out countless times...
It wasn't until many years later that she understood what her brother had said.
It turns out that all traces in the world are the existence of Tao.
Just like when he was trapped in Ganye Temple, it was also because of the practice of the Tang Dynasty, and it was also a reason. If it weren't for someone, I'm afraid he would have to practice there forever.
The two squatted on the ground, watching silently as a line of ants crawled past their eyes and headed towards the grass on the mountain.
Until the ants disappeared, Li Xiuyuan reached out and pulled her up.
Mingkong pointed to the Buddhist temple at the bottom of the mountain, sighed, and said with a smile: "Brother, it's a good thing that the big Buddha was not built back then."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment and then said after a long silence: "I was a little frivolous at that time. If it were me now, why not give him three points?"
"Why?" Mingkong asked curiously.
"So what if he builds a giant Buddha that is taller than my wooden house?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied: "So what if you want to be on par with Heaven? After all, it's just a temporary impulse and has nothing to do with practice or Buddhism."
After practicing the Nirvana Sutra, Li Xiuyuan's state of mind was somewhat different from when he was in the Tang Dynasty.
A spring breeze blew through the branches, and a leaf of an apricot tree fell softly into Mingkong's palm.
Holding the fallen leaves in his hand, Mingkong sighed quietly.
After a while, he said: "Brother, was Jue'er so stupid and naive back then that he would ask you if there are two identical leaves in the world..."
Li Xiuyuan took the leaf from her hand and said: "Every leaf in the world is unique, just like you, Juier, you are also the only one in the world."
"elder brother……"
"Whoa!" With a sound, Mingkong's tears instantly flowed out, and he hugged Li Xiuyuan and cried.
While crying and sobbing, she yelled: "I can't go back, brother, I miss you so much. You don't know how I survived these years..."
Holding Mingkong who was shaking and crying.
Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "I said back then, wait until you grow up to think about some truths... It's the same now, there are some truths you still can't understand."
Mingkong nodded and replied while sobbing: "Jui'er can't live without my brother."
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan said helplessly: "When we are born in this world, there are always some things that we cannot do anything about, just like your father leaving you."
As soon as she heard her brother mention her dead father, Mingkong couldn't stop crying again.
So, Li Xiuyuan had no choice but to stop, reach out and pick two apricots from the branch. After taking a bite, he silently felt that these apricots were somewhat different from those on Tianshan Mountain.
It’s even different from Xing’er in the courtyard of No. 47 in the Imperial City.
The apricots here are crisper and sweeter. I think that in addition to the divine spring watering back then, they are also returning to the magical water and soil in the snow-capped mountains.
It wasn't until after eating one apricot that Li Xiuyuan handed one to Mingkong.
He said calmly: "The apricots on this snow mountain are unique in the Imperial City. You can come here to pick them every year in the future. The magic circle on this mountain will not stop you."
Mingkong nodded, pinched it and took a bite.
The two slowly climbed up the stairs. Li Xiuyuan took out a clean handkerchief and handed it over.
The little girl who was pulling her to climb the mountain had her own thoughts in the blink of an eye. Next time, I'm afraid Jue'er won't let him hold her hand again.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but ask: "Jue'er, in ten or twenty years, when you come to the snow mountain, will you still hold my brother's hand?"
"Why not?"
Mingkong wiped the tears on her face and replied: "Even if Jue'er is too old to walk one day, I still want my brother to hold my hand!"
"Haha...as you wish!"
Looking at a mountain of spring apricots, Li Xiuyuan was filled with pride.
He smiled heartily and said: "In this case, my brother will make you a wish. As long as you are still in the Tang Dynasty, the wind and rain of this world will never fall on you again!"
"Boom!" a sound sounded!
However, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck the two of them heavily on the head. Mingkong was so frightened that he hugged Li Xiuyuan and screamed.
Just like the little girl back then: "Brother, Juier is going to die!"
Li Xiuyuan quietly stared at the void above the nine heavens and said quietly: "Don't worry, I won't mess around."
But Mingkong took Li Xiuyuan's words as a way to comfort her, and nodded heavily: "Except for dad, my brother is the best person in the world for Jue'er."
Just for a moment, Li Xiuyuan made some changes in his heart.
He can't change the trajectory of Duo'er's life in the Tang Dynasty, but it doesn't mean that he can't change Duo'er's life after that.
As long as he wants.
Thinking of this, he looked forward to the old monk arriving soon to help him solve the two problems before him.
And Mingkong, who had been depressed for more than ten years, heard Li Xiuyuan's words, and finally waited for a glimmer of light after walking painfully in the dark night for several years.
While wiping his tears and biting the apricot, he cried and laughed and said: "Then brother is not allowed to leave Juier again."
Li Xiuyuan replied: "I should not leave Chang'an again in the next ten years."
He made a decision in his heart that he would retreat from time to time. There were Qingyu and Gao Yue'er here, and they were much more powerful than Qin Xiangyu down the mountain.
As long as he recovers his cultivation level, he will be invincible in the Tang Dynasty.
Unlike himself, he couldn't say anything. Even if he complained occasionally, a thunder would fall from the sky to warn him.
The two of them walked all the way back to the yard, but heard chirping sounds in the living room.
"Senior, has Li Xiuyuan made God angry again? What kind of thunder is this?" This was Qingyu's voice.
"Impossible, Li Xiuyuan is not a god." This was Qin Xiangyu's voice.
"You two sisters may not know, but my husband is a god..." This was Xiaobao's voice.
In the end, Gao Yue'er sighed and said, "Sir... I won't tell you."
Mingkong pulled Li Xiuyuan towards Larry and asked, "Sisters, have you found any treasures in the mountains?"
When Xiaobao saw that his husband was back, he jumped out of his chair.
He stepped forward and took Li Xiuyuan's hand and said with a smile: "Sir, Xiaobao didn't find anything. Grandpa said it's not the season now."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, touched his head and said with a smile: "You have got what you want, how many more days do you plan to stay on the mountain?"
Qin Xiangyu thought for a while and asked, "Li Xiuyuan, when can I be like sister Qingyu?"
Mingkong sighed and asked quietly: "I also want to know, what kind of cultivation level does Sister Qingyu have?"
Li Xiuyuan pointed at the old man and smiled bitterly: "You can ask the seniors, I will go to water the fields."
