Standing in the mountain, Meng Xiaodie looked up and saw towering ancient trees under the moonlight, and a full moon rising slowly from the mountain.
A full-moon night on the snow-capped mountains is a little more tranquil than under the mountains.
Jin Wuming couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he heard that Qin Xiangyu once considered this place as his home.
He said quietly: "Although the house here is small, the artistic conception is not comparable to that of Lantian Villa. It is such a treasured place to escape from the world."
Qin Xiangyu raised his head and said: "It's a pity that the owner here went to practice on the top of the snow mountain. Otherwise, I could invite you to sit in the house, make a pot of tea and chat."
Meng Xiaodie took Jin Wuming's hand and murmured: "This is already a place where gods live. The top of the mountain is full of snow. What's there to go to?"
When Qin Xiangyu heard this, he chuckled.
She couldn't explain things about her master, Xiao Yue'er, and Li Xiuyuan to Zhen Xiaodie and Jin Wuming.
Even though Jin Wuming was a famous swordsman in Chang'an, compared with his master, he still belonged to two different worlds.
Just like she never asked Wang Yi if he practiced swordplay today.
Wang Yi also couldn't understand that her cultivation was the same but her path was different. She would not get involved with him until the master came back.
Almost half of the green leaves of the ancient trees on the mountain have fallen off. The moonlight falling from the leaves was quiet and cold. Jin Wuming looked forward and saw a wooden shed not far ahead.
The guests of Hongchen Inn, as well as some people he didn't know, were admiring the moon in the shed, or waiting for him and Wang Yi to appear.
Jin Wuming sighed and said to shopkeeper Jin behind him: "Since Wang Yi hasn't come yet, let's eat first and don't let Amu's kindness go down."
Shopkeeper Jin yelled and called the people from Lantian Villa to the wooden shed in front.
There, Qin Xiangyu prepared tables and stools for them, just in time to fill their stomachs first.
Baili Ruyan looked at Meng Xiaodie. She didn't mean to be jealous when enemies met each other. Instead, she waved to her and asked, "Isn't Wang Yi with you?"
Meng Xiaodie shook her head: "We are looking for him too, but we didn't expect that guy to be hiding. He is so mysterious that he is even stranger than a woman."
When Luo Xiaoxing heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "He won't hide, won't he come?"
"How is that possible?"
The voices of Ye Xiaoqian and Xiaoguang came from behind. Xiaoguang patted his chest and said, "Wang Yi has said that even if the world drops knives, it won't stop him from coming to the appointment."
Meng Xiaodie said oh, then looked at the two of them and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Murong Xiaoguang, and this is my sister-in-law Ye Xiaoqian. It seems that you two should be enemies."
Xiaoguang thought for a while and then added: "She is here, Wang will be here soon, don't worry, just wait." After saying that, without looking at Jin Wuming, he took Ye Xiaoqian's hand and walked aside.
Pointing to the open space on the edge of the mountain stream not far away, he said: "I heard from Shopkeeper Qin that the decisive battle will be there soon. Let's go and take a look first."
When Meng Xiaodie heard this, she shouted: "Wait for me."
Qin Xiangyu looked at the appearance of the three of them, turned around and smiled at Jin Wuming: "I didn't expect that these two women are very destined."
Jin Wuming smiled faintly: "Amu prepared food for me, would you like to eat some together, shopkeeper?"
Qin Xiangyu clapped his hands: "I've eaten, you eat slowly, I'll go see the guests."
After speaking, he walked all the way to the table where Wu Tu and the others were sitting. He looked at the confused Zhu Feng and smiled: "What are you looking at? That guy is Jin Wuming from Lantian Villa. You can't think of it, right?"
Zhu Feng looked at Wu Tu and Liu Tianfeng and said, "Everyone is here now, just waiting for Wang Yi's arrival."
Qin Xiangyu sighed and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm afraid that guy won't come up until Haishi. Just wait, it's time to enjoy the moon."
Wu Tu looked at Liu Tianfeng and smiled: "This is my first time to see the Mid-Autumn Festival on the snow-capped mountains. I can't miss such a beautiful scenery."
Liu Tianfeng sighed and said with a smile: "This is probably the busiest place in Chang'an City today, right?"
Qin Xiangyu clapped his hands and walked towards Qingyu. He turned around and smiled: "The emperor went to Luoyang, the eastern capital. This is naturally the most lively place."
Somehow, at this moment, Qin Xiangyu suddenly thought of his senior sister who went to Dongdu.
But she also knew that even if the senior sister was in Chang'an, she would definitely not come to join in the excitement in the world. After all, there was a huge distance between the world and the world.
Coming to sit next to Qing Yu, Qin Xiangyu sniffed the fragrance of flowers in the wind, thinking about the chrysanthemums in front of the wooden house, and closed her eyes comfortably.
Gao Yue'er was eating melon seeds and asked after thinking about it.
"Sister Xiangyu, that guy Wang Yi won't let us go, right?"
Qingyu's eyelashes flickered slightly, she opened her eyes and looked at the moon that had just climbed up the mountain, and said lightly: "It's still early, junior sister, what are you in a hurry for?"
Gao Yue'er chuckled: "I'm thinking about those things in the past."
Qingyu sighed and said with a smile: "Tell me, do you miss Xiao Hei again? Or Yan'er?"
There has always been a pain in Qingyu's heart. If Xiao Hei and she were not from two different worlds, she would have been by Xiao Hei's side life and death.
Even being a maid would be fine. After Xiao Hei left, she could never find anyone she liked again.
"I'm thinking about Master, and also about our time back then."
Gao Yue'er said quietly: "We have been practicing here for so long, why didn't we think of having a fight in front of the master on this snow mountain?"
Qingyu sighed after hearing this and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that junior sister is also a little lunatic."
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Not far away from the mountain is the Imperial City, and there are almost no guests at the Hongchen Inn tonight.
Even the guests who didn't go up the mountain to see the excitement went out to visit friends and admire the moon, and a few of the guys also went out shopping.
In the huge inn, only Amu sat alone with a pot of tea.
He withdrew his consciousness and looked at the snow-capped mountains, and said with a smile: "You idiot, it's a full moon night, and you still act like an uncle and let everyone wait for you."
Just as he was thinking about it, a carriage stopped outside the inn, and an old monk got off the carriage and came to the inn.
Amu was stunned for a moment, looked at the old monk who came in through the door, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, if you don't enjoy the blessings in the temple, why are you here in this Hongchen Inn?"
Obviously, Amu did not expect that the master of the young monk Jin Wuliang would come to the imperial city at this time.
So he stood up to greet the guests and cooked a new dish of spiritual tea for the guests.
The old monk looked at him and smiled and said: "The monks in the temple who are not willing to be lonely have all gone to the snow-capped mountains to watch the excitement. I thought you were bored here alone, so I came to talk to you."
Amu sighed and said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect that I couldn't deceive the eyes of my seniors even though I changed my appearance."
The old monk smiled faintly and asked: "Do you think the scenery on the mountain is not good? How can the spiritual energy there be comparable to that at the bottom of the mountain?"
Amu shook his head and replied directly: "Even if I'm on the mountain, I can't avoid the wind and rain in the world. So, what's the difference between the mountain and the mountain?"
The old monk thought quietly for a moment and said with a smile: "You are in the world of mortals, so the wind and rain in this world cannot fall on your head?"
Amu shook his head and said: "Although I am in the mortal world, I can see the wind and rain in this world, but it cannot see me, so it cannot rain on my head."
"To put it another way, I can choose the ups and downs in this world. Here, I am the mortal world and I am the wind and rain. Naturally, I don't have to be visited by the wind and rain."
Reaching out and pouring a cup of spiritual tea for the old monk, Amu smiled and said, "Drink tea."
The old monk picked up the tea, took a sip, and then smiled knowingly.
Said: "This makes sense. When you sit here, you are mixed with the wind and rain of the world. Is this the same as that guy Wuliang?"
During the festive season, I miss my loved ones even more. At this time, the old monk suddenly thought of the young monk who had gone to Tianzhu.
The relationship between master and disciple is also the relationship between father and son. The old monk missed his own child.
That's why I made an exception and came to the Imperial City on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Amu was speechless for a while when he heard the words. After a long while, he sighed quietly and said with a wry smile: "Ten fingers are connected to the heart, father and son are connected to the heart. If Wuliang has the intention, I will come back to see you after I achieve enlightenment."
Having said this, Amu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
After all, the young monk was taught the principles of life and the choices he made. Now that he has seen the scenery of the world, he should come back to see his parents and master.
His initial expectations for the young monk were somewhat different from Sanzang's.
Thinking of this, Amu couldn't help but said: "Sanzang has great compassion and cares about all sentient beings and practices Mahayana Buddhism. I am more selfish and think that I can return to the human world..."
He didn't expect that the old monk would react very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, he said to him: "So, you hope that little guy Wuliang will go to the human world to cultivate himself? That's great, if he can cultivate himself in one life, he can also become a Buddha."
"My idea is very simple, seniors should know."
Amu looked calmly into the old monk's eyes: "Wuliang has never met his parents. I want him to go to the human world to enjoy the warmth of the human world. He is just cultivating Buddhism, and the human world is fine."
The old monk lowered his eyes and murmured to himself: "Think about it, after all, there is some warmth that I, the master, cannot give him, and neither can you, the donor."
Amu said calmly: "He and Sanzang both have their own paths to go, and so do I. I can't go their own way for them, don't you think so?"
After saying that, he stood up and went to the counter to bring a plate of cakes that Qin Xiangyu had cut for him before.
He came over and placed it in front of the old monk, and said with a smile: "There are still some cakes. Master will bring two boxes when he goes back, so you can taste them slowly."
"I miss you so much on a full moon night. You won't blame me for disturbing your peace, right?"
The old monk picked up a piece of cake, took a bite, and said, "I admit, even though I know Wuliang has his own life, I still miss him."
"I hope the moon will be full and people will last forever. This is human nature."
Amu sighed and said: "We are all still human beings. Even if we become Buddhas one day, we cannot leave behind this touch of family affection. This is the principle of heaven and earth."
From Xiao Hei to Xiao Qing and Yan'er, Amu's loneliness is also lingering in his heart, but so what?
It was Shuzi and Xiaohu who had been with him in this world for many years, but finally had to leave and practice with the old Taoist priests.
Under the law of heaven, who can really get what they want?
The old monk sighed and couldn't help but said: "The two people fighting tonight are your friends. Aren't you worried about them? Can you feel at ease sitting alone in the inn?"
Amu frowned slightly when he heard this, because in his opinion, the decisive battle between Ajue and Wang Yi was an unsolvable choice.
The two have been fighting for ten years, just to fight tonight and cut off the knot in their hearts with one sword.
Thinking of this, Amu sighed.
He whispered: "The worst thing is, I will wait until they are separated for life and death before cleaning up the mess. As long as it doesn't go too far, I believe God will not blame me."
The old monk couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "I didn't expect that the donor was living in purgatory in the world of mortals, and in the end, the wind and rain in this world soaked your clothes."
Amu smiled faintly: "When the master picked up Wuliang from the roadside, didn't he also get his monk's clothes wet?"
The old monk smiled faintly: "Cultivating Buddhism is already very difficult. If you lose your humanity, what's the point?"
Amu replied: "I think so too."
