On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Li Xiuyuan took Xiaobao down the mountain.
Before he could seal the wall, the old man also took Qingyu and the two girls down to the snowy mountain on the seventh day of the lunar month. He said that there were no materials for making wine on the mountain, so he had to go back to the mountain to purchase it.
It's better to teach the two girls how to make wine at the foot of the mountain first, and then go back to the snow-capped mountains to pick apricot flowers after Qingyu'er and Gao Yue'er bloom in spring.
Xiaobao is very happy to be with his husband every day these days, not to mention that in the fifteenth year, he will go back to the academy to continue school.
At this time, he couldn't wait for the next winter to come.
At that time, he can follow his grandfather back to the fishing village of Donghai.
It was also on this day that Qin Xiangyu came to wish her master New Year's greetings with Xiaoyue'er in her arms. It was rare to see Li Xiuyuan, so she naturally talked about her godfather.
Li Xiuyuan did not object to this, but he refused to accept Wang Yue'er as his apprentice.
Instead, he pointed at the old man on the side and said, "This matter is not bothering you, Master. You two should let the seniors teach you. I rarely stay at home for a few days a year."
Qin Xiangyu thought about it, so he handed the matter over to his master.
Then he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "It's a rare time for you to come back, so you have to give Yue'er a gift, right?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "When she is one year old, I will prepare a body-tempering elixir and ask the seniors to help her temper her body and lay a good foundation..."
"Wait until you are three years old and then temper again. After five or six years old, you can start practicing with your seniors."
Having said this, Li Xiuyuan looked at Qin Xiangyu and said seriously: "You have to step up your own practice, but don't worry about Yue'er's affairs, you can't."
When Qin Xiangyu heard this, she couldn't help but smile. She hugged her child and shouted, "Xiao Yue'er, seeing how much your godfather dotes on you, even your mother will be jealous."
Having said this, Li Xiuyuan called over Xiaobao who was writing beside him.
Pointing at the child in Qin Xiangyu's arms, he said, "Sir, I have spent a lot of time and effort teaching you. From now on, you, my brother, will do the reading and writing for Xiaoyue'er."
Qin Xiangyu was shocked when he heard this, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "I didn't expect that you would either not show up for a year, and then you would get everything done as soon as you came back?"
Xiaobao chuckled: "Don't worry, sir, Xiaoyue'er will be Xiaobao's sister from now on."
"That's not all."
Li Xiuyuan looked at Qin Xiangyu and said, "I have already found a craftsman and will seal this door in two days. You are married now and should have your own privacy."
The old man also nodded: "Young Master is right, you two should go through the main entrance from now on."
Qin Xiangyu was not happy when he heard this, curled his lips and shouted: "Are you afraid that I will come to drink while you are not at home?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan pointed at Qingyu and Gao Yue'er and smiled: "From now on, we will leave the brewing business on the 47th to them. Senior will accompany Xiao Zhiwei back to the East China Sea in the winter..."
"Master is leaving Xiangyu and Yue'er? How will my mother and I cultivate if you leave?"
Qin Xiangyu became anxious upon hearing this, and the person holding the old man asked, "How about I take Yue'er to play with the master?"
The old man couldn't help but laugh lightly when he heard this: "If you encounter something you don't understand in your practice, you can ask Qingyu. I will only go there for two years. I will come back when Yue'er is three years old."
Qin Xiangyu breathed a sigh of relief, touched Xiaobao's head and said, "Please remember to come back, Yue'er is waiting for you to teach her how to read and write."
Xiaobao nodded: "Xiaobao wants to come back to see sir."
On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, the craftsmen of the Imperial City started work ahead of schedule and spent two days sealing the door in the courtyard with two layers of bluestone again.
Li Xiuyuan repaired the formation again, returning the two courtyards to two different worlds.
On the fifteenth day, after explaining everything, Li Xiuyuan got into the carriage and went out alone.
Xiaobao knew that his husband was busy, so he didn't make any noise. Qingyu and Gao Yuer'er sighed softly. They also knew that Li Xiuyuan could not always stay with them.
Only the old man knew that Li Xiuyuan was going to the temple to see Tripitaka.
Qin Xiangyu is watching over Dui'er in the palace, and the old man and Li Xiuyuan don't need to worry about it.
Having just finished morning lessons, Sanzang was sitting quietly in front of the Buddha, planning to take a short break and make some tea, and then start translating scriptures.
But he didn't expect Li Xiuyuan to enter the Buddhist hall carrying a big food box.
It was a rare meeting with Li Xiuyuan, and Sanzang sighed with emotion: "Why do I feel that you are becoming more and more like a mortal?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "I came to Datang once just to transform myself into a mortal. Long time no see. How are you, the monk?"
Before he drank, Li Xiuyuan took out three jars of wine and placed them on the ground. He opened another jar and poured three cups in front of the Buddha.
He clasped his hands and said, "Bodhisattva, come over for a drink when you have time. Don't say I'm stingy?"
Sanzang smiled when he heard this: "You are the only one in the world who dares to talk to the Bodhisattva like this."
"I can't help it, I only know him."
Li Xiuyuan took another box of spiritual tea and handed it to Sanzang, and sighed: "I will rarely fry spiritual tea every year and month. This tea is roasted by Qingyu and the others."
"Are you going on a long trip?"
Sanzang suddenly remembered that Li Xiuyuan had been incarnated as ebony and had been accompanying him to learn Buddhist scriptures, but he had been kept in the dark.
In his opinion, Li Xiuyuan would not pick spiritual tea in the snowy mountains because he was afraid of going out.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "I have promised Jue'er that I will not leave Chang'an these years. I just want to enter the mortal world to practice. Naturally, it is not convenient for me to make wine and pick tea."
"So you want to be a hermit, but how can you find the time to visit the monk?"
Sanzang smiled: "Just like I want to translate these scriptures, now I don't even think about going out for an outing."
While boiling water, Li Xiuyuan poured the spiritual tea into the purple clay pot. He thought about it and said, "Monk, you and I have different paths. You have the Buddhist Kingdom ahead of you, and I don't know where my path is."
"With the road to the destination, it is usually easier and faster." Li Xiuyuan reached out and poured Sanzang a cup of spiritual tea.
Along the way, Sanzang also knew that Li Xiuyuan's heart was not in the Buddhist kingdom, and he could not persuade him about this matter.
The two of them quietly watched a pot of spiritual tea and drank two sips.
Sanzang thought about the spiritual tea melting in his mouth, and couldn't help but said: "Recently, a guest came to the temple. He is interesting. Do you want to meet him?"
"What kind of guest would make you curious, Sanzang? Tell me about it."
In Li Xiuyuan's heart, there are only a few people in the world who can enter into the eyes of a fool like Sanzang who is devoted to Buddhism.
Sanzang put down the tea cup and said: "The guest looks like a swordsman, but he doesn't have a sword... On a snowy day, he was dazed by the lake with a wooden sword in his hand..."
"I asked him why he didn't find a sword since he was a swordsman. He said he had one before, but he threw it away... Do you think such a person is a weirdo?"
Having said this, Sanzang stood up, lit a stick of incense and offered it in front of the Buddha.
He yelled and murmured: "Those of them are united in one mind, and for countless kalpas..."
Li Xiuyuan nodded thoughtfully when he heard this, and smiled lightly: "According to what the monk said, this is indeed an interesting person."
"Would you like me to call him here and drink Erdao Lingcha with you?"
Thinking of Li Xiuyuan's rare visit, Sanzang suddenly got his mind on it, and wanted to recruit that weirdo to come over and show Li Xiuyuan, so that everyone could form a relationship.
Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "No, we meet by fate, don't force it."
Sanzang was stunned for a moment, then he put his hands on his hands and smiled: "What a fateful encounter. I didn't expect that although you are no longer in Buddhism, your practice of Buddhism has become more and more profound."
The two sat quietly for an hour, and Li Xiuyuan was ready to say goodbye and leave.
The moment he stood up, he seemed to remember something. He looked at Sanzang and said, "The Dharma is like the vast sea of stars. Is it beyond the reach of you, monk?"
Sanzang was startled when he heard this, clasped his hands and asked, "I would like to hear the Tao."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said seriously: "The Tang Dynasty is just a stopping point on your path of cultivation. If you leave, there will be another Tripitaka. Do you understand what I mean?"
When Sanzang heard this, his face showed compassion.
Sighing again and again, he looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and murmured to himself: "Then you have to finish translating the Buddhist scriptures I brought back, right?"
"Monk, you are confused. In your future, were there any monks in the Tang Dynasty? If you leave, will the temples in the Tang Dynasty be wiped out?"
It was only then that Li Xiuyuan said to him: "I have half a volume of Buddhist scriptures, and I have been practicing for decades but I still can't find the right way. If you had acted like this, wouldn't I have died in front of the Buddha with all my blood?"
He didn't want to say more, and he couldn't force Sanzang, so he could only express his thoughts briefly.
Before Sanzang could reply, he stood up and left the Buddhist hall.
Sanzang was left sitting alone in front of the Buddha, speechless for a while.
Talk about opportunities, talk about opportunities, the opportunity is by the lake.
After bidding farewell to Sanzang, Li Xiuyuan planned to go to a teahouse in the city to drink a pot of tea and sing a tune before returning to the Hongchen Inn at nightfall.
Unexpectedly, he stopped by the lake of Hongfu Temple because he saw the young man in a daze holding a wooden sword that Sanzang mentioned.
So, he stepped forward and asked, "I heard the monk say that you are a weirdo?"
The young man who was looking at the lake in a daze heard this, turned around, looked at Li Xiuyuan and smiled: "Sir, what's your surname? Where do you come from? How do you see it?"
"My name is Li Xiuyuan, and Sanzang is my friend. He said that you once threw away a sword, but you held a wooden sword and stared at the lake in a daze on a snowy day."
Having said this, Li Xiuyuan sighed and asked, "Anyone else would probably regard you as a weirdo, right?"
When the young man heard this, he laughed: "I, Wang Yi, used to be a swordsman. The reason why I gave up swordsmanship was because a friend of mine passed away..."
Li Xiuyuan was speechless for a moment when he heard this. He looked at the misty and rainy lake in front of him and sighed.
After a while, he muttered to himself: "If it were me, I'd probably give up that sword."
"Oh? Sir, have you ever practiced swordsmanship?"
After losing Sword Thirteen, Wang Yi temporarily lived in the temple, thinking every day whether he should become a monk like the honest monk, or whether he should continue to walk in the world with a sword.
But when he broke up with Honest Monk that day, there was no more news about that guy.
In his opinion, the honest monk should have gone into hiding to recuperate, otherwise it would be strange if his enemies knew about it and they would not be able to hunt him down all over the world.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied: "I'm going to sit in a teahouse in the city and listen to music. Do you want to come with me?"
Li Xiuyuan didn't like chatting while looking at a lake. In his opinion, if the two of them could chat, it would be better to sit in a teahouse.
Just like I laughed when I watched the Xuanwu Gate change, I listened to the music and watched the king's flag change on the city wall with a smile.
Wang Yi smiled faintly, put the wooden sword in his hand back into the scabbard on his waist, cupped his hand and replied: "It is better to meet by chance than to meet by chance. Sir, please lead the way."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, and then replied: "I used to be similar to you, and I have practiced this swordsmanship for several years."
"Oh? It turns out that Mr. Wang is also interested in this kind of thing." Wang Yi asked.
"That's not true."
Li Xiuyuan, who was walking in front, sighed and said with a wry smile: "I practice swordsmanship because I am afraid of death, so I want to find a way to avoid being hacked to death in the world..."
Wang, who was following behind, couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
As he walked, he smiled and said: "Sir, you are really a wonderful man. Who among swordsmen is not afraid of death? Who is not practicing desperately just to find a way to live?"
