The mountain wind blew snow, sending Ksitigarbha away, and Li Xiuyuan called the old people in the imperial city up the mountain.
On weekdays, Li Xiuyuan would not let the old man go up the mountain alone unless there was something important, except today.
Before the old man entered the living room, he felt something was wrong in the atmosphere.
When he walked in, he saw a young man with a different appearance. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Sir, what's the purpose of this?"
After not seeing him for a while, Li Xiuyuan, who was staying on the mountain, changed his appearance.
If it weren't for Ren's intuition, or if he had just moved to another place, he might not have been able to recognize that the young man with an exotic face in front of him was his young master.
He sighed softly.
Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "I can't make any progress in Buddhist practice, and I can't leave Chang'an Imperial City. I have no choice but to ask Bodhisattva to help me come up with an idea..."
"If I weren't worried that you wouldn't be able to find me, I wouldn't even want to tell you, and even Xiaobao can't tell them... then tell them that I went to retreat in the snowy mountains."
After much deliberation, Li Xiuxian could only think of an excuse for himself that was not a reason.
The old man was shocked when he heard this. His young master was going to work for Qin Xiangyu as a waiter. If the old Taoist priest knew about this, would he be afraid that he would be scolded to death?
Thinking of this, I had to ask: "Have you told the master about this?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan murmured: "When did he ask about my practice? I was miserable and depressed on the mountain, so I had no choice but to invite the Bodhisattva here, and finally came to this conclusion."
A strange smile appeared on the old man's face: "When do you plan to go down the mountain?"
"Let's go to spring. Let's see if Chun Jue'er's child will be born."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said, "She has also taken a lot of my elixir. The anti-fetal medicine comes from the imperial doctor in the palace. We can only wait quietly."
The old man nodded and said with a smile: "We have to take Xiaobao and Qingyu to have a lively New Year. You don't have to worry about Juier. Xiangyu will visit her in the palace from time to time."
"It's just that you look like this, aren't you afraid of scaring Xiaobao, Qingyu and others?"
The old man walked out of the living room. He wanted to put the firewood, rice, oil and salt he brought from the mountain into the kitchen. He also thought that he would cook hot pot to satisfy his craving for a while.
Back in the living room, Li Xiuyuan had already brewed a pot of spiritual tea, and his appearance had returned to his previous appearance.
He just wanted the old man to remember his face. How could he let Xiaobao and others know the hidden secret?
Seeing Li Xiuyuan return to his original appearance, the old man nodded thoughtfully.
Then he asked: "This time, how many years do you plan to practice, Master?"
In the eyes of the old man, Li Xiuyuan at Hongchen Inn is simpler than Li Xiuyuan at Snow Mountain. When the time comes, he only needs to find a reason to call him to No. 47.
I just think that my young master will inevitably be angry with his precious disciple, and maybe Xiaobao and Gao Yuer'er will bully him from time to time, which makes me feel bad.
Li Xiuyuan poured tea and sighed: "I have been herding sheep for countless years, and later I have been in seclusion in a cave outside Dunhuang for more than ten years. I still can't understand the principles in this Buddhist scripture..."
"This time, since I am trying my best not to lose face, but to be bullied by Qin Xiangyu's family, I will completely turn myself into the most humble guy in the world."
After a pause, Li Xiuyuan picked up the spirit tea in front of him and took a sip.
Then he said: "If you try not to drink this kind of spiritual tea for ten years, then you should ignore me. I will spend ten years, or even longer, drinking a cup of the thickest tea in the world..."
The old man was startled when he heard this, then shook his head: "Isn't this going to be easy?"
Li Xiuyuan chuckled: "If I have been doing such monotonous and boring things for ten years and still can't understand the secrets in this half volume of scriptures, I will just smash my head against the wall of Chang'an and die."
In heaven and on earth, Li Xiuyuan tried every method he could think of, except for the path pointed out to him by Ksitigarbha.
He has never tried this path of cultivation that turns the world of mortals into hell.
He tried almost everything he could do.
And if you want to be quiet, it seems that this is the only way to practice alone. Otherwise, if there is any trouble under the mountain, whether it is Qingyu or Qin Xiangyu, I am afraid that it will come to you.
The old man took a sip of the spiritual tea and said with a smile: "This is a simple matter. I will give you some spring tea during the holidays from now on. I'll treat it as a sign of acquaintance. I'm afraid that girl Xiangyu won't recognize you."
Li Xiuyuan nodded: "This New Year, let's call them all up the mountain. Let's have fun and get drunk for a few days. So what?"
The old man shook his head: "I'm afraid Xiangyu can't come. She has to take care of her business and her family."
"Her, let her be."
When Li Xiuyuan thought about the fact that he would inevitably be angered by this woman every year in the future, he felt a little unhappy. If it were someone else, he would feel better.
However, Ksitigarbha wanted him to suffer Qin Xiangyu's anger.
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"Mingzhu, did you see that your master is going to work as a waiter in the inn for ten or even twenty years?"
At the foot of Qingli Village, the old Taoist priest looked at the girl in front of him and said with a smile: "Similarly, if it were you who had to die as a maid for ten or even twenty years, would you be able to bear it?"
Shaking her head, Yelu Mingzhu bit her lip and replied: "Master is crazy, Mingzhu will not learn from him."
The old monk on the side sighed, looked at his precious disciple and said, "None of you can do it, even Xiaohu and Shuzi can't do it."
"Why?"
Yelu Mingzhu looked at the old monk and asked: "Master was still fine when we left. Now that I'm thinking about it, why do I want to go to sister Xiangyu's inn to work as a waiter without letting her know?"
"If she knew, how could she still practice?"
The old monk sighed: "It's nothing to be able to reach the nine heavens and embrace the moon. I admire you for living like a speck of dust and persisting in the same intention for ten years."
The old Taoist priest thought for a while and replied: "He has been practicing hard for that half volume of Buddhist scriptures."
The old monk thought for a while and said: "Nirvana is death, and Nirvana is also rebirth. I really don't know how to explain this to him, do you know?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head: "This is different from his Phoenix Nirvana. Just like the laws of the Tao that he comprehended, I can't explain it to him either."
The old monk laughed when he heard this: "No wonder he always said that you are unreliable as a master. If I had known better, I would have made him my disciple."
The old Taoist priest disagreed. He looked at the master and the apprentice and asked seriously: "In front of the mysterious gate of life and death, even if you are Mingzhu's master, can you detect it for her?"
The old monk shook his head, touched Yelu Mingzhu's head and said with a bitter smile: "Mingzhu, you must learn from Li Xiuyuan. The Buddha said that living towards death is not just empty words."
Yelu Mingzhu thought for a while and replied: "When the master has learned it, Mingzhu will ask him for advice."
The old monk and the old Taoist priest were both stunned and speechless for a long time.
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Thinking that he would not have time to go up to the snow-capped mountains for many years, Li Xiuyuan picked a few more winter plums this winter.
In the wind and snow, I don’t know how much snowflakes melted between my fingers.
Although until now, the snowflakes between his fingers have not reached the power of the female saint Yun Tianhong, but so what? Hell awaits him.
He wants to be the flower that is as low as the dust.
Before the New Year, I took a trip to the snow-capped mountains.
I took Xiaobao and Gao Yue'er to visit the market for two days. Not to mention the new clothes and snacks I bought for Xiaobao, I bought two boxes of fireworks alone.
Looking at Gao Yue'er and Qing Yu, they sighed quietly: "Seeing the fireworks, it seems that I have returned to the Great Zhou Dynasty of that year. That year, Xiao Hei, Qing Qing, and Yan'er were still on the 47th."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "Even Shuzi and Xiaohu, those two guys also like them."
It was only then that Qingyu remembered the souls of the two empresses.
So he took Li Xiuyuan's hand and asked, "Where are the two ladies?"
"You just remembered?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "I brought it back to the old monk last time. Let senior make the decision for them whether to be reincarnated and rebuild, or reincarnation."
Seeing the two people's puzzled looks, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Don't look at me, I don't have the power. I don't know how to take someone's body by force, and I can't do it."
Unless he found two monks in the Tang Dynasty and let the souls of the two empresses take over his body, how could he recover his soul?
Qingyu was stunned. She didn't expect it to be so troublesome. Gao Yue'er even held her head in pain for several days.
In the end, Li Xiuyuan comforted the two women and said that the old monk was just like his master, an eminent monk outside the world, which made them feel better.
Qin Xiangyu gave the master and Li Xiuyuan a surprise. It was estimated that Senior Sister Juier would be a mother soon after giving birth.
Seeing No. 46, seeing his disciple finally becoming a mother, the old man was naturally very happy.
There was no other way, so Li Xiuyuan could only find some elixirs and cook a bowl of soup for her to induce pregnancy.
And he emphasized again and again: "This is not a tocolytic drug. At most, it just makes you and your baby stronger."
Even so, Qin Xiangyu liked it very much.
Firstly, it was because Li Xiuyuan personally prepared the elixir for her, and secondly, thinking that her long-cherished wish was about to come true, which kept her awake for countless nights.
In the end, everyone did not go to the snowy mountains to celebrate the New Year, but stayed in the courtyard of No. 47.
For no other reason, he didn't want to leave Qin Xiangyu alone in the Hongchen Inn on the last big year when he could appear. No matter whether this guy would torture Amu from the Western Regions in the years to come.
The old man was naturally satisfied with Li Xiuyuan's decision, and Xiaobao was even more happy.
He has lost count of how many years he has not set off fireworks.
On this New Year's Day, Xiaobao left his parents and grandfather for the first time and followed his husband to Chang'an.
Although he misses his parents very much, Xiaobao also understands that it is not easy to enter a school and learn to read with his husband.
After all, children who stay in the fishing village do not have such treatment. The older they are, they will have to go fishing with adults.
Li Xiuyuan looked at Xiaobao and said with a smile: "In two years, when you are ten years old, I will ask Grandpa Hong to accompany you back home."
The old man had never been to that place and happened to accompany Xiaobao on a sightseeing trip. This was also Li Xiuyuan's arrangement for the old man and the young boy.
The old man was stunned when he heard this: "What will happen to this wine shop if I leave?"
"Isn't there Qing Yu and Gao Yue'er? Hurry up and teach these two guys. Don't let them be lazy every day and work as free waiters in the inn all day long."
Li Xiuyuan patted Xiaobao's hand and said seriously: "Do you want to stay with your parents or continue to stay in the imperial city? Let's make a decision when you grow up."
When Qingyu heard this, she couldn't help looking at the old man and complained: "It was all Xiao Hei's own decision back then, otherwise I should have worshiped my senior as my teacher."
Li Xiuyuan disagreed, looking at the slowly falling snowflakes in the sky and said, "If it weren't for Xiao Hei, Qing Yu, you would have entered reincarnation with the empress."
Gao Yue'er looked at the three people but remained silent.
She was thinking that if she hadn't met Xiao Hei by chance on the street over a bunch of candied haws, she would have married into the desert and died many times.
Thinking of this, it seems that the suffering I suffered in Penglai is not that painful anymore.
After all, he is still alive, seemingly reborn, and his cultivation is recovering bit by bit.
Just when everyone was thinking about their own concerns, Xiaobao couldn't help it.
He took Li Xiuyuan's hand and shouted, "Sir, can we set off fireworks?"
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