Farewell to the thousand-year-old snow-capped mountains, farewell to Chang'an where flowers are picked up in the morning and evening.
Standing on Penglai, can Luoxia Mountain be far away?
The cliffside on the top of the mountain was very quiet, except for the roar of waves hundreds of feet below hitting the rocks.
Other than that, it can be said that the world is completely silent.
Li Xiuyuan did not respond to everyone's doubts. He had already made a decision on the snowy mountain, and now even Chang'an had been abandoned. When he would return, he would not think about these things for the time being.
There was a cold wind on the mountain, and Li Xiuyuan gradually woke up after drinking three glasses of spiritual wine.
It doesn't take him much effort to go back. Now he has to figure out some things, such as Wang Yi, such as Jin Wuming, such as Qin Xiangyu.
Jin Wuming was the fate that Qin Xiangyu forced on him, although he had never seriously thought about it.
Wang Yi was a Buddhist monk in Hongfu Temple, and a verse of scripture accidentally fell on him. Although he only invited Wang Yi to drink tea for a while, he left.
However, these two guys spent ten years each with their tenacious and shameless spirit, leaving a shallow mark on his heart.
Just like Yue Gao Yue'er, he took Xiao Guang as his disciple just on a whim.
In the end, he clapped his hands as a master and turned into a cocoon, dreaming of Xiao Longnu. However, he threw Xiaoguang into the Tang Dynasty and forcibly gave his disciple to himself.
Although Gao Yue'er could not meet Li Xiuyuan until the last moment when he transformed into a dragon.
Although the old man Hong Yuanhai did not say that Gao Yuerer entrusted Xiaoguang to him when he left.
He waved his finger and turned into a sword, cutting away an oncoming cold wind.
The action of swinging a sword to cut snow is very simple. In this life, he came from Tianshan Mountain,
I don’t know that I have done hundreds of thousands, more than a million actions, and doing so many times has become a habit.
Everyone in Penglai calculated over and over again, and only Li Yueyuan was a chess piece that he was willing to play, and the reason for this was because of Li Bai.
Wang Xiaoyue and Xiaobao were so proud that they didn't need him, their godfather and husband, to think about their future.
This is also because he is a proud, simple-minded person who concentrates on one thing. As expected, it is easy to approach Tao after all.
Qin Xiangyu, however, was the fate of the old man who had already left. Li Xiuyuan looked at the bright light on the horizon and thought to himself, you just slapped your butts and left one by one, leaving everything to yourself.
And in the end, he would still have to trouble Master about this matter.
Although he has always said that his master is not very reliable and has not taught him much.
But in the end, he had to trouble the old Taoist priest when he encountered something he was powerless to do.
Leaving the top of the mountain and returning to the living room Xiaobao prepared for him, everyone had already gone to rest, and the world was dark.
He made a pot of snow water, took out the small stove and purple clay pot belonging to the female saint Yun Tianhong, lit the charcoal in the stove, and boiled a pot of snow water.
Next, he wanted to live a slow and leisurely life in Penglai for a few years, a life that would not be disturbed by the wind and rain in the world.
From this moment on, the familiar scenery of Chang'an can no longer become his memories. He wants to erase some of the past that happened in the past thousand years from his memory.
Just like after he buried Gao Jianli on the top of the snow-capped mountains, he didn't want to climb the mountain again to look far away.
Looking at the Hanmei Lingcha that fell into the purple clay pot, I don't know how many years have passed. This pot only belongs to him, a unique and legendary work in the world.
Tolerate
He couldn't help but murmured: "Master, come and drink a cup of spiritual tea, and listen to the disciple pour some bitter water."
Ever since he met the old Taoist priest at the inn in Dagou Town, the master and the disciple had rarely had serious chats, except at the beginning, when the old Taoist priest told him some truths between heaven and earth.
At that time, as Goudan, he was happy.
Looking at the lone lamp on the table, he suddenly remembered that Fengyun City, which he could not return to, was his hometown.
A gust of breeze entered the living room, bringing an old Taoist priest whom he had not seen for a long time.
Smelling the faint fragrance of cold plums, the old Taoist priest frowned slightly: "You have a good relationship with the old monk, why don't you trouble him when something happens?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and filled the old monk with a cup of freshly brewed spiritual tea that exuded a cold fragrance.
He stretched out his hand and said: "Master, please drink tea. Once you drink this tea, you will miss it once."
At that time, he planted this spiritual tea, but he was favored by heaven and earth. Such an opportunity would be rare to come across again in his lifetime.
Just like when spiritual tea was planted on Tianshan Mountain, it was not nourished by the divine light from heaven.
The same snow-capped mountains, without a divine light, lose the charm of heaven and earth.
The old Taoist priest didn't say anything. He just picked up the cup and took a sip. He couldn't help showing a proud look in his eyes.
Apart from his precious disciple, who else in the world could have such a spiritual tea?
Even the old monk couldn't plant such a wonderful treasure in the Nine Heavens.
The master and the disciple drank a cup of tea quietly, and then the old Taoist priest asked: "You can't stay in this world for a few years. When that guy Xiao Hei leaves, it's time for you to go back."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "Then
As a young man, how can he understand the suffering in the world? "
The old Taoist priest put down his tea cup, looked at him and asked, "So your thoughts are on this mountain? You had already given up on them when you asked them to come here from Chang'an."
"I can't let it go... Those who can let it go have already passed away and entered reincarnation."
Li Xiuyuan sighed faintly and said with a wry smile: "When I leave this time, I'm afraid I'll never come back. I even abandoned the hut on the snow mountain and the yard at the foot of the mountain..."
He can let go of the sky and the land.
But it was still unbearable pain for him to cut off Qin Xiangyu and others, Wang Yi and others in front of him.
Looking at the snowflakes gradually falling outside the living room, Li Xiuyuan was a little silent and looked a little lonely, as if he was saying goodbye to a thousand years of time.
But he also knows that this thousand years is just a big dream, a dream that he has not indulged in this world.
To the other world, or even to Huangquan Village above the Forgotten River, it was only ten years, or at most fifteen years.
The world was a big dream, but he couldn't wake up from it instantly.
So, he had no choice but to ask his teacher for help.
The old Taoist priest's mouth was filled with the faint fragrance of cold plums, but he had to face the solemn look on his precious disciple's face.
Following Li Xiuyuan's gaze and looking at the falling snowflakes in the sky outside the hall, his mood became heavy.
"Maybe you are an idol in their hearts... But have you ever thought that even if you take them away with you, some people will disappear in the next few hundred years..."
"Cultivation is a path that defies heaven. Not everyone has the opportunity to break out of the prison between heaven and earth again and again..."
The old Taoist priest looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with emotion
road.
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Burn the loaches on fire and eat one piece when cooked. I have never thought that far. I always feel that giving them a hope is better than abandoning them and leaving with a wave of hands."
The old Taoist priest thought for a while and said seriously: "You have your own way to go. I'm afraid you won't be able to see them for hundreds of years."
Li Xiuyuan replied: "It doesn't matter, as long as they live a good life, it doesn't matter whether they see them or not."
At this moment, a gust of wind blew in the mountains, making the snowflakes in the sky whine, and from time to time, flakes of snow flew into the living room.
Reaching out to catch a piece of snowflake, Li Xiuyuan felt that the power of water in his fingers gradually solidified.
So, she couldn't help but feel a little joyful, and waved her hand, waving the melting snow flakes into the night sky outside the living room, letting her return to the arms of her companions.
The old Taoist priest looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but ask: "Is this the sword of the saint?"
Li Xiuyuan was a little surprised when he saw his master's reaction.
After a moment of silence, he said: "From the disciple's point of view, this snowflake can be a stream of water-like power between the disciple's fingers, or it can just be a snowflake."
He knew that these words were a bit awkward to say, but in his desperation, he could only think of explaining his current mood in this way.
Even if you are a saint in your heart, you won’t kill him randomly with a sword, right?
At least in his eyes, the female saint Yun Tianhong and the old monk on Xuefeng Mountain did not have such a temperament.
After that, he added some snow water to the pot and continued to boil water to make tea.
The old Taoist priest smiled lightly and said: "If you think so, if you can send and receive a sword with ease, you are an extraordinary existence in the world."
Li Xiuyuan felt a little regretful.
After all, this is not a snow-capped mountain. I'm afraid there is no place for him to strike out with a sword that crushes the ice and snow.
It would be good if it snowed in Penglai.
The master and the apprentice spent a long time playing riddles. The old Taoist thought for a while and asked, "When do you plan to leave here?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while: "Before leaving the Tang Dynasty, before Xiao Hei leaves this world, let me see the final ending between him and Princess Yuzhen."
The old Taoist priest nodded and asked softly: "The people on Penglai Island... tell me who you care about the most?"
"Of course she is Li Bai's sister."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied quietly: "My disciple always felt that her fate was too bitter. It was so bitter that she froze her heart before she could taste the joy of the world."
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest was so angry that he reached out and slapped Li Xiuyuan.
Cursed: "You are not a god in this world, but you want to worry about everything?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "Yes, although the disciple is not a god in this world, the god in this world allowed the disciple to meet her..."
The old Taoist priest laughed in anger and was too lazy to pay attention to his rogue.
Instead, he asked with a smile: "Tell me, when do you plan to leave Penglai and find Xiao Hei?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and smiled bitterly: "Disciple has seen too much in this world and is tired from living. At the last moment, please ask Master to kick me over, or ask the old monk to bring him here. "
"Have you learned how to be lazy?"
The old Taoist priest drank the spiritual tea in the cup in one gulp, looked at him and asked: "Having lived in this world for thousands of years, what do you think, and what knowledge have you learned?"
"Disciple is stupid, okay
It seems that no one has learned anything. Even this half volume of the Nirvana Sutra has not been fully understood. "
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied quietly: "This disciple just wants to leave and completely forget everything that happened."
The snowflakes in the night sky gradually fell, and the world outside the living room gradually changed from darkness to snow.
The old Taoist priest looked at the overwhelming snowflakes coming from the sky, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and asked: "Even so, you still have to write the final endings..."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, put his hand into the tea cup, and wrote a line of words on the table.
"It's like looking at yourself in a clear mirror..."
The old Taoist priest looked at the line of writing on the table, smiled faintly, and said, "You should tell the old monk this, remember, come to him next time if you have something to do, don't always cause trouble for me..."
After saying that, he waved his hand and turned into a cold wind outside the living room, drifting away.
After watching the master wave and leave, Li Xiuyuan did not stop with his hand wet with tea, and continued to write: "It is the same when you see all Buddha lands."
The master made no promise to him, and he made no demands to the master.
Then the master and the disciple had the same mind, so the many troubles that followed could no longer disturb his gradually calming down state of mind.
At this time, everything was silent except for the snowflakes falling quietly outside the living room.
Li Xiuyuan added snow water to the pot to make the third spiritual tea.
Reciting softly in his mouth: "All outflows have been eliminated, the mind is at ease, everything has been done, all troubles have been eliminated, all roots have been subdued..."
