Under the gaze of the old man, Ximen Mengdie fed Huajiao and drank half a bowl of medicine. After a while, Huajiao woke up faintly.
The old man left quietly. He was going to find the craftsman to prepare for the next thing.
Li Xiuyuan waved to Ximen Mengdie and said, "Xiaodie'er, you go back to the inn to sleep for a while, and I'll chat with Huajiao."
Ximen Mengdie nodded, took Huanjiao's hand and said, "Sister Huajiao, the master will make the decision for you, don't be afraid."
Huajiao looked at Li Xiuyuan in front of her and cried out...
That night, Li Xiuyuan stayed with Huajiao until Huajiao decided to go with him to build the temple. It wasn't until late at night that Li Xiuyuan left with Crow.
The next day, Li Xiuyuan decided to buy several pieces of wasteland on the hilltop opposite the inn. He asked the old man to help with this matter.
He also bought the ruined temple and five acres of farmland outside the town.
Since we want to rebuild the abandoned temple, we need a proof to avoid trouble in the future, regardless of which traveling monk the temple will eventually fall on.
For Li Xiuyuan, as long as there is a temple, Buddhism can be spread.
After waking up in the morning, Ximen Mengdie called Crow to see Huajiao, fearing that she would not be able to resist and kill the imperial city to guard it.
Li Xiuyuan did not speak, but quietly made a pot of tea and waited for the old man's arrival.
Halfway through the hour, the old man came late and smiled with Li Xiuyuan: "I have already found a group of people for the craftsman matter and said that we can start work at any time."
While Li Xiuyuan poured the spiritual tea for the old man, he took out a drawing and handed it to the old man.
He smiled and said, "Let them prepare the stones first. It will take half a month... Each stone needs to be carved with such a pattern. This matter needs to be watched by seniors."
The old man was startled when he heard this and blurted out, "Why is this?"
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "I'm just a passerby. I'm afraid that after I leave, this temple will not be able to withstand the wind and rain of those hundred years..."
The old man suddenly understood. He put the drawings away and said with a smile, "That's very good."
Li Xiuyuan took out another space ring, placed it in front of the old man, told the old man his thoughts, and told him that there must be a land deed.
The old man laughed and said, "It's just a piece of wasteland and not worth much money. I'll take care of it."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "The purpose of purchasing a few temple lands is that if the incense fails, the land can be rented out to support the monks who will practice in the future."
The old man praised him greatly when he heard the words, and looked at the young man in front of him more and more like him.
They are obviously just passers-by, but they think about food, clothing, housing and transportation for the monks who come to practice for future generations. This is no different from parents in the world.
So he asked: "The land in the town is not expensive, why not buy more?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan thought of the temples in Da Qin, as well as the temples in Da Zhou and Tang. How could he make the same mistakes again?
He said solemnly: "Senior, remember, this is absolutely not allowed. If practitioners are allowed to be greedy for wealth in the world, it will be another disaster in the end."
The old man slapped his head and said in surprise: "That's right, how could I forget this?"
Li Xiuyuan said seriously: "For a monk, it is enough to have a temple to protect you from the rain and a bowl of rice to fill your stomach."
The old man drank three cups of spiritual tea and left in a hurry.
Li Xiuyuan polished off a lot of ink, sat in front of the window, listened to the water of the river, and began to copy Buddhist scriptures.
Since you are passing through this world, you must leave something useful for future generations here.
On the third day after Huajiao returned to Furong Town, in the early morning, there was no wind or snow, and everything was quiet.
Huajiao asked some neighbors to help bury his brother on the hill opposite the inn. This was also the wasteland that Li Xiuyuan asked the old man to just buy.
He planned to build a pavilion here after the temple was completed.
Standing quietly in the mountains, Li Xiuyuan said to Huajiao, "I have hired craftsmen to rebuild this ruined temple. This place will no longer be lonely in the future."
Take out the peppercorns
Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, he replied: "My poor little brother..."
"The Buddha said that people have eight sufferings, which are: birth, old age, illness, death, the meeting of resentments and hatreds, the separation of love, the raging of the five yin, and the inability to seek what you want."
Li Xiuyuan took Ximen Mengdie's little hand and said quietly: "Not to mention Xiaodie'er, even the crow has to learn to recite Buddhist scriptures with me every day."
Ximen Mengdie then spoke up: "Sister, if you want to practice with the master, you have to cultivate your mind first. Junior brother has been practicing with the master for the longest time."
The crow lying on Li Xiuyuan's shoulder nodded: "Don't be afraid, memorize it first, and learn it slowly if you don't understand."
Li Xiuyuan touched the crow's feathers and said quietly: "Thank you for your hard work. Go and have a look. When you come back, I will ask Huajiao to buy meat and roast it for you."
The crow quacked twice, then flapped its wings and flew into the sky. After a while, it disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Ximen Mengdie pulled Li Xiuyuan's sleeve and said, "Master, it's snowing, let's go back."
Li Xiuyuan said to Huajiao, "Let's go back to the inn with me. I miss him and come back tomorrow."
Huajiao held her handkerchief and carefully wiped off the soil on the stone tablet. She sighed softly and followed Li Xiuyuan with tears streaming down her face as she left the mountain.
Xiaodie'er felt sorry for her, and shouted to Huajiao: "Sister, don't cry, you can see here when you sit in the master's living room."
Huajiao sighed again and again in her heart. If she wanted to say anything, Li Xiuyuan had already told her repeatedly. At the moment, she could only pack up her mood and start practicing with Li Xiuyuan.
Back at the inn, Li Xiuyuan boiled a pot of water and then copied Buddhist scriptures, but Xiaodieer started teaching Huajiao to recite Buddhist scriptures.
Just like Crow taught Xiaodie'er, now Xiaodie'er has become Huajiao's teacher.
Crow braved the wind and snow and headed for the imperial city. He wanted to complete what Li Xiuyuan told him.
At this time, Yun Qingjiao, who was sitting in the carriage, kept sighing and said to Helian Mingyue: "I don't know where that guy ran away?"
What she didn't know was that when she and Helian Mingyue's carriage were on their way to Wanping Town, they passed by Ximen Mengdie and Crow.
However, the crow was sleepy and lay down in the carriage to sleep.
Xiao Ling'er was worried about Huajiao's safety and was not in the mood to open the car curtain to see the scenery outside.
As a result, she not only missed Li Xiuyuan, but also missed Ximen Mengdie and Wu Wu again.
Helian Mingyue smiled and said, "Perhaps they are anxious to go shopping in the Imperial City and have already started their journey. Let's wait until we get back."
Qing Jiao thought that she had no choice but to do so. After all, she had left the mountains and forests where she had lived for hundreds of years and would practice cultivation in the human world.
It's just that she doesn't know, and even He even Mingyue doesn't know, there is a saying called: "Tao is different..."
After two days of studying Buddhist scriptures with Xiaodie'er, Huajiao became Li Xiuyuan's undisciple, just like Crow who went to the Imperial City.
On this day, the old man Gongyang Bo brought Li Xiuyuan to the temple because the craftsmen had to dig the foundation to rebuild a Buddhist temple.
The old man looked at him and asked, "Would you like someone to take a look?"
"No, just where the temple door faces the rising sun."
Li Xiuyuan replied quietly: "Wherever there is a Buddha, it is a bad place with corpses everywhere, and it is also a geomantic treasure."
Gongyang Bo stroked his beard and praised: "It's so perfect. The direction facing the waterfall is exactly east, just facing the morning sun and sending away the evening sunset."
Li Xiuyuan nodded and replied: "Even the bluestone buried in the ground is carving lines. No piece of it can be missing... The main hall can be built with one less room, smaller, it doesn't matter."
"So? How high should this wall be? Should we build a simpler bluestone courtyard wall?" Gongyang Bo continued to ask: "If we build it, how high should it be?"
"We still need a courtyard wall, just to protect it from the wind and rain. It doesn't have to be high, just five feet. It's the same pattern carved with bluestone and glass."
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Just so you know, this is not a government office."
Old man point
He nodded, pointed to the top of the hill where Ximen Mengdie and Hua Jiao were standing quietly, thought for a moment and asked, "Where's the pavilion there?"
Li Xiuyuan replied: "Wherever there is a building, the same pattern must be carved. It is a whole."
Li Xiuyuan thought of the mysterious mountain forest and the mysterious lines hidden in the stone paths. Those lines were hidden again between the stone walls after he passed by.
I wonder who will be able to activate such lines and get the opportunities next time?
Only such a large formation can deter the world from entering easily and disturbing the tranquility of a mountain forest.
He also wants to build a quiet Buddhist temple here. Even if there is wind and rain in the world, it will not be able to blow into this not deep Zen room.
"A Buddhist temple, four Zen rooms, and three miscellaneous rooms are just one world. It doesn't need to be splendid or decorated with dragons or phoenixes to practice cultivation." Kanshu La.
Li Xiuyuan sighed softly, but his consciousness stared blankly at the piece of freshly baked sweet potato held by Huajiao in his hand.
It is estimated that Xiaomengdie and Huajiao brought this back from the town, specially bought to satisfy the underground flower...
A piece of freshly baked sweet potato, steaming, was placed on Hua Satisfaction's grave, and the other was held in Huajiao's hand.
Two lines of tears could not stop dripping down.
It was obviously the first time for Xiao Mengdie to eat, and she couldn't stop while shouting that it was burning her mouth.
Seeing Huajiao weeping, she said softly: "Senior sister, be careful to burn your mouth. Although these sweet potatoes should be eaten while they are hot, you should not be impatient."
Ximen Mengdie chuckled and said, "I'll go back and buy a few pieces for the master to take back to the inn to eat."
Huajiao sighed and asked, "Senior sister, where is my senior brother Crow? Why didn't you see him? Where did he go to play?"
"How dare he play secretly? The master asked him to go do something. He should be back today."
Pointing to the craftsman who was digging the foundation in the distance, Ximen Mengdie smiled: "I guess the master won't leave for the time being. He will live here for a year and a half, and my junior brother and I will probably move here."
Huajiao nodded and replied, "I want to think about it carefully. Will I leave with you when the time comes?"
Ximen Mengdie looked at the master from a distance, tilted his head and thought for a while before replying: "You have to ask the master about this matter. Since you have become my junior sister, you should be able to do it, right?"
While they were talking, Li Xiuyuan waved to her, turned and left the hot mountain, and walked towards the small street far away on the opposite side.
Huajiao squatted in front of the grave and said quietly: "What will happen to my brother if I leave?"
Ximen Mengdie thought for a while and said, "Master buried him here, probably because he wanted to reincarnate him earlier. Senior sister, don't be too persistent."
After saying that, he threw down the finished sweet potato skins and shouted from a distance: "Master, wait a minute, Xiaodie'er, I'll take you to buy something delicious."
Huajiao was stunned when he heard this, thinking about the Buddhist temple that would be built here soon, and thought that this wasteland had already been bought by Li Xiuyuan.
I'm afraid that only my brother can be buried on this hillside.
It's not bad to be able to watch the sunrise and sunset day and night, and watch the Peach Blossom River under the mountain.
He sighed softly and cried, "Why are you so stupid? Why can't you wait for your sister to come back?"
The cold wind ruffled her hair, and there were clanking sounds in the distance.
The craftsmen in the small town finally found a way to make money during the winter. They all looked forward to completing the work earlier so that they could make money and celebrate the New Year.
Xiaodie'er ran all the way and caught up with Li Xiuyuan, holding his hand and smiling: "Xiaodie'er took the master to buy roasted sweet potatoes, that one is delicious."
"Quack!" A crow's call came from the wind.
