The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.
After riding for a day, Li Xiuyuan finally changed to a carriage. Since he didn't have to fight the big devil for the time being, he wanted to enjoy this moment.
Thinking about the time in Datang, I finally feel a lot of regrets.
In order to protect Xiao Jui'er, I later wanted to go to the southwest to see Li Bai, but in the end I didn't go to the south of the Yangtze River where the fireworks are in March.
Now I am leaning on the carriage and heading all the way to Silver Moon Kingdom. Although I am accompanied by spring flowers and rain along the way, it always lacks a bit of the artistic conception in Li Bai's poems.
Life is like a moon, and it is indeed somewhat difficult to achieve perfection.
In this way, he also wants to know whether Li Yueyuan can finally retain the memory of this life, or will that fool Li Bai remember this sister of Datang?
Jun Buyu and his army had already left him behind and marched all the way to the imperial city of Silver Moon Kingdom.
He was the only one leaning in the carriage, brewing a pot of spiritual tea, holding a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, and thinking of the silver moon as the Tang Dynasty...
Until the coachman shouted: "Sir, we have arrived at Thousand Buddha Temple, please get off the bus."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, opened the curtain and looked at the towering ancient trees not far away, the golden roof of the Buddhist temple, and then sighed quietly.
I packed up my belongings and got off the carriage. After paying the fare, I said, "Thank you. I wish you a safe journey."
The driver accepted the money and replied happily: "I didn't expect that the young master came all the way here just to see the Buddha in Thousand Buddha Temple. It's really rare."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "Yes, I am going to see the Buddha and also to visit friends."
There was no fruit in the spring, so Li Xiuyuan missed the shops along the way and had to enter Qianfo Temple empty-handed.
I burned a stick of incense in the main hall, kowtowed to the Buddhas three times, then walked around several main halls and knocked on the door frame of the old monk's Buddhist hall.
When the old monk Yuan Zhen, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, heard the sound, he opened his eyes and said with a smile: "The donor came from heaven? Come in quickly and have a cup of spring tea."
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He took out a box of spiritual tea and dropped two pieces into the purple clay pot. After thinking about it, he picked up another piece of winter plum and threw it in.
In the Tang Dynasty, he did not dare to let others drink this pot of cold plum tea, but he wanted to help the old monk in Qianfo Temple to realize Taoism, break through realms, and overcome tribulations.
The old monk thought for a while and then sent a message to Wuwo: "Disciple, the old friend you miss so much is here. Come and have tea with me."
Watching Li Xiuyuan pick up the boiling spring water and pour it gently into the pot, a faint fragrance of cold plum blossoms rose in the Buddhist hall.
The old monk frowned slightly and asked, "Is this tea special?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "It's just a pot of cold plum tea that traveled through time and space for thousands of years and came from the Snow Mountains of the Tang Dynasty. It's not that precious."
The old monk was startled when he heard this, and murmured to himself: "Buddha said that the past heart cannot be obtained, and the present heart cannot be obtained. The donor is trying to save my master and disciple with two hearts!"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said softly: "I won't be able to stay in Shura Heaven for long, and I don't know if I can come back next time. Master, you don't have to be polite."
The old monk then remembered that the road to heaven was about to open, and he couldn't help but sigh.
He murmured to himself: "In the blink of an eye, this Shura Heaven Realm will lose many elite monks. This is both a joyful and worrying thing."
At this moment, a selfless voice sounded outside the Buddhist hall: "Master, are you here?"
Li Xiuyuan poured the spirit tea into the cup and said with a smile: "Come onIt's just right, come and drink tea."
Wuwo came in and sat in front of the old monk. He looked at Li Xiuyuan in front of him again and again, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Sir, has he become a child again?"
The old monk sighed and said, "You are such an idiot. Where have all the Buddhist teachings you learned gone? Is everything you see before your eyes the truth?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "Drink tea while it's hot."
The old monk nodded, looked at Wu Self and said, "Drink tea first, and we'll talk after we have something to do."
Wuwo chuckled, picked up the spiritual tea in front of him and brought it to his mouth. First he blew a breath, then took a shallow taste, and then said "Wow!"...
Before he could spit it out, the old monk covered his mouth.
He sighed and said, "Taste slowly and carefully, this is an opportunity you can't ask for!"
Wuwo nodded desperately and swallowed back a mouthful of spiritual tea that was about to spurt out.
Then he said nothing and tried to use what the master said, savoring the sour, spicy, bitter and sweet taste of a cup of spiritual tea, and recalling the many hardships encountered along the way.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the old monk and smiled: "Master, please try it. This tea is very bitter, just like the road we have walked..."
The old monk sighed, picked up the cup and took a shallow sip, and then, with his selfless expression, he spurted out a mouthful of desire.
But in an instant, he covered his mouth with one hand. After a while, two lines of clear tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes, wetting the monk's clothes on his chest, and dripped into the cup.
It wasn't until the master and apprentice finished drinking a cup of Han Mei Ling Tea that Li Xiuyuan sighed.
Looking at the amber-colored tea soup in the cup, he said quietly: "This tea is hard to find even in the sky. You two will appreciate it carefully today. I will come back tomorrow..."
After saying that, he added hot spiritual tea to their cups and looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and laughed.
He picked up an extra cup, poured spiritual tea into it, and placed it gently in front of the Bodhisattva.
He smiled and said: "Today I invite Bodhisattva to drink tea, and tomorrow I invite all Buddhas to drink tea, hahaha..."
In the midst of his burst of laughter, the selfless monk sighed softly.
The same is true for the old monk. Like his precious disciple, he will be lost in this cup of spiritual tea planted by the saint.
Li Xiuyuan didn't see anything good, so he had to remind him: "This is not the time to think wildly. Master and no-self, let's think about the Dharma you practice..."
Li Xiuyuan didn't bother to say anything about having five hearts pointing to the sky and holding Yuan Shouyi in his arms.
Since the master and the disciple are Buddhist disciples,
Son, after practicing Buddhism for so many years, you should make your own
The opportunity for enlightenment can be found in Buddhism.
If the two of them couldn't even understand this truth, Li Xiuyuan was helpless and could only waste a pot of spiritual tea.
Leisurely, I sighed again and said no more.
The old monk also calmed down his thoughts, looked at the empty tea cup and said, "Please have another cup."
Li Xiuyuan picked up the boiling water from the fire, slowly poured it into the purple clay pot, and added more to the cups of the two of them.
While saying: "The end of doubt and the birth of faith are talking about the present moment."
After adding the third cup of cold plum tea, Li Xiuyuan looked at the smiling Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar with a lowered eyebrow, and said with a faint smile: "When the Bodhisattva is free, you can come to the inn to drink with me."
He put down the tea cup in his hand, opened the curtain of the Buddhist hall, and went out.
He couldn't help the master and the disciples in the Buddhist hall achieve enlightenment. He couldn't help them even if they heard the Dao, broke through realms, and overcame tribulations.
If so, it would be better to find an inn to stay, take a hot bath, and lie on the bed waiting for Jun Buyu to bring Chu Feng and Qing Yue to disturb his peace.
After leaving the Thousand Buddhas Temple, the sun was shining brightly, not as hazy as when he had just arrived at the decisive battle.
Jun Buyu has broken through to the extraordinary realm. If you think about Chu Feng, Qing Yue and others, they are not much different. At most, he can brew a pot of spiritual tea and drink it Fuck these guys.
Looking at the carriage waiting for guests on the roadside, Li Xiuyuan stepped forward and said, "Please take me to the inn, thank you."
…
In the afternoon of that day, "rumbling!" thunder rang out for two hours outside the imperial city...
The explosion made Princess Qingyue and Jun Buyu's scalp numb, and shocked the monks in the entire imperial city speechless, because they had never experienced such a disaster like today.
At the last moment, purple lightning thunder actually fell from the sky. This was a rare miracle in the Shura Realm for thousands of years.
It wasn't until the divine light fell from the sky that Qingyue, who was sitting in the garden, remembered.
He sighed, looked at Jun Buyu in front of him and smiled bitterly: "How stupid, I forgot one thing."
Jun Buyu was stunned for a moment and blurted out, "What's the matter?"
Princess Qingyue said quietly: "How could that guy come to the palace to find me? He naturally went to Qianfo Temple to meet my master."
Jun Buyu nodded: "Who in Shura Heaven doesn't know that the princess's master is a divine monk?"
"You are all wrong. My master is just a monk."
Qingyue sighed and smiled: "Okay now, with your good words, this time the master will really become a divine monk in the Shura Heaven."
She was suddenly afraid, fearing that her master would ascend and leave this world after breaking through.
Although she is about to leave, her brother, as the emperor of the Silver Moon Kingdom, cannot leave... If the master leaves suddenly, who will help her take care of her brother in the future?
Although the master had always been herding sheep to her siblings, having a master sitting in the imperial city was like having parents at home.
No matter how far away Qingyue is from home, there is no need to worry too much about her brother.
This is good, if even the master leaves... then it won't be much different than having a father and mother in the family...
What makes Qingyue feel incredible is that in the end, a golden light did not fall from the sky, but there was a huge golden light in the sky, as if a giant Buddha was reciting scriptures.
Not long after, she and Jun Buyu suddenly felt a shock all over their bodies, as if a shackles had been lifted instantly, and their whole bodies felt relaxed.
The frightened Jun Buyu murmured to himself, "No, I have to go see my brother!"
Princess Qingyue shook her head and said softly: "Don't worry, we will go tomorrow... let him and my master take a good rest today."
Without waiting for Jun to reply, Qingyue looked at the sky and smiled: "This guy is scary when he comes back."
…
I haven’t talked about Buddha or meditated for a long time, but I am still happy to see the old monk today.
So, what about you who are smart?
