Two days later, when the courtyard wall was completed, the entire temple was an iron barrel.
He had already thought of a name for the temple, and planned to eventually build a simple gate called "Yunqi".
For Ximen Mengdie and Crow, this is the place where dreams begin.
For Huajiao, it’s like walking to a waterless place and sitting and watching the clouds rise...
As if he had had enough of seeing the lonely Peach Blossom River at the foot of the mountain, Li Xiuyuan withdrew his gaze and murmured to himself: "Bodhisattva, how about I build a bell and drum tower and offer a golden body of yours here?"
The sky and the earth were in a haze, shrouded in wind and snow.
Even the Peach Blossom River was covered with snow and fog, and there was no ship. Just like there was no echo from Ksitigarbha in the divine sea, the sky and the earth were silent except for the whistling wind.
Exhaling a mouthful of white mist, Li Xiuyuan grinned and said, "Bodhisattva, if you don't say anything, you just want me to handle this for you. Don't worry, I'll let the craftsmen take care of it after spring begins."
Among the Buddhas, only Ksitigarbha was familiar to him, and he had to find another one, the female Bodhisattva he met in the Purple Bamboo Forest when he accompanied Sanzang to study for scriptures that year.
Thinking about it, we can build another statue of a female Bodhisattva behind the Buddhas of the three generations.
Li Xiuyuan sighed softly when he thought of Helian Mingyue who had returned to the imperial city, and Yun Qingjiao who had transformed into a catastrophe in one day.
He withdrew his consciousness and looked at the vast river and murmured to himself: "I'm just passing by here. It's best not to cause trouble for me. I'm not afraid of trouble either."
Not to mention the stone path all the way up from the bottom of the mountain, every piece of bluestone on the mountain is engraved with runes. When combined together, this is a large formation.
Ever since Li Xiuyuan learned the Tao of Talismans from his teacher Gui Guzi in the wilderness, he fell in love with doing such things.
It's best to do things without using the sword.
He had no intention of challenging this side of the world, let alone making an enemy of Helian Mingyue in the Imperial City. However, he did not know whether the Meng family in the Imperial City would be like Gongyang Bo said.
The Meng family has an unclear relationship with Helian Mingyue.
If Yun Qingjiao, who went to the imperial city, became Helian Mingyue's subordinate and wanted to confront her with swords, at that time, should she draw her sword?
Standing quietly on the top of this mountain, behind you is a mass grave. The people sleeping in it gradually rot, and eventually they will go to the Forgotten River to drink a bowl of soup.
In the cold wind, Li Xiuyuan is no longer the crazy young man he once was. For the death of Wu Xin and Jasmine, he chases him all the way under the Nine Netherworld to find the King of Hell, who is in charge of life and death, and shows him where Wu Xin should go.
Now that he has understood some of God's will, he no longer wants to think about the people who have entered reincarnation.
Birth, old age, illness and death, joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows of the world.
All the sorrows and joys in this life could no longer affect his Ru Shui's state of mind... Even though he was shocked to hear that Ximen Xiaoyu died tragically, he still endured it.
Because he is not Tian, Li Xiuyuan standing here looks lonely and lonely.
From afar, Ximen Mengdie’s call came: “Daddy, it’s time to eat!”
Only when she is happy, or is so happy that she forgets that there are other people around her, will the little girl call him godfather.
This sound called Li Xiuyuan back to the world from above the nine heavens and from below the nine netherworld.
It's not bad to think about it, after all, there is a weird Ximen Mengdie in the world.
He waved his hand and said back: "Don't scream, I'm coming."
Returning to the living room of the Zen room in Qiyun Temple, this is a large living room that the old man Gongyang Bo specially asked craftsmen to build for Li Xiuyuan.
He could entertain guests, eat and drink, and even set up an extra desk for him to copy Buddhist scriptures instead of moving pen, ink, paper and inkstone all the time.
When the time comes to invite the Buddhas back, this is also a Buddhist hall.
Back here, Li Xiuyuan seemed to have returned to the human world, with a faint smile on his face.
Touching Ximen Mengdie's head, he sighed and said softly: "The smell of the craftsmen cooking meat made me go to the big lake beside Ding'an City. I wonder how many times you have been there?"
Ximen Mengdie chuckled:
"Whenever I'm in Ding'an City, my mother will often take me there."
A pot of meat and a pot of wine can make people happy. This is the world.
The old man poured wine into the cup and said with a smile: "On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the craftsmen will go home to rest and wait until the beginning of spring to continue."
Li Xiuyuan nodded and responded: "We have to finish the important things. We don't have time to decorate the main hall, so we have to seal up the top first. Don't let the wind and snow cover it..."
The old man responded: "It's natural. I saw that they were progressing very quickly. As soon as they finished eating, they installed the gate in front of the temple."
"Oh, this is a happy event. With a door, you can keep out the wind and snow."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the crow and smiled: "I have been telling you this for many days. From today on, you have to try to get used to it."
When the crow heard this, he immediately lowered his head: "I know, I won't sleep in the middle of the night and just watch the sky in the living room, okay?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "I'm not ill-treating you. You, Huajiao, and Xiaodie will stay alone for an hour. From now on, you can develop a good habit."
The old man was stunned and asked, "Is this going to start a vigil?"
Nodding, Li Xiuyuan said seriously: "Whether you are at home or in the wild, you must develop the habit of keeping vigil. I will be here before midnight."
"When the crow guards the ugly, the little butterfly returns to the Yin hour, and the Mao hour returns to the pepper... From now on, you can make your own arrangements. If you have any trouble at night, wake me up. If you get into trouble, I will punish you."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the three of them and said quietly: "It is a matter of your future life and death. Good habits must be developed from now on."
Huajiao nodded and said seriously: "It's only an hour. Even if you make a pot of tea, you can get through it."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and smiled bitterly: "Why, can't you take advantage of this hour to read the Buddhist scriptures one more time?"
When the old man heard this, he couldn't help laughing. He raised his glass and said, "That's right. It's time for you three little guys to start tempering yourselves."
The days passed by.
From Yunqi Temple on the Taohua River, you can already see the cornices of the main hall for the first time, although they are only blue-grey and not painted with gold.
That's just that Li Xiuyuan likes such simple colors. Gold is for the common people in the world.
He only needs to leave a blank here, leaving it for future abbots or sentient beings who live in the Buddha's world to describe it.
He just drew a seemingly irregular line on the five-foot-high wall of the temple, using the inscribed knife with some magic patterns in his hand.
As a result, this magic circle is no longer just the magic circle before, but has the simplest law in the world.
The Buddha said: "Those who use metaphors on rafts should give up the Dharma..."
And he left here the cleanest law in the world, just as he regarded the Taohua River in front of him as a river and the Yunqi Temple as a small boat.
A boat that can cross the river with the Dharma, this is the Dharma, a law that does not need to be abandoned.
Together they will accompany this temple built with bluestone and glazed tiles, a formation that is not afraid of the wind and rain in the world.
Because this mountain has laws, this formation no longer needs formation eyes, let alone future generations to control it.
As long as the mountain is there, this formation is here.
Just like Li Xiuyuan standing in the windy mountain and looking at the inn opposite, looking at the Taohua River in the wind and snow, and looking at the endless waterfall.
The old man Gongyang Bo couldn't see this formation, just like he couldn't see the lines on the stone walls on both sides of the stone path in the mountain forest.
Huajiao couldn't see the formation, because he had only gone halfway through the forest after mustering up the courage, and hers hadn't yet touched the lines that recorded the rules.
The lines on the stone wall were hidden again after Li Xiuyuan's touch.
It may be that they have been hidden for tens of millions of years, or they may never wake up again, because they probably will never meet a young man like Li Xiuyuan who has practiced Buddhism again.
Crow and Ximen Mengdie also couldn't see this formation, because when they woke up from the law of the mountain forest, the two little guys had already fallen into
In deep sleep.
It was Li Xiuyuan's footsteps that led them forward, recording the lines of the law, and it was Li Xiuyuan's body that blended into their bodies.
It can be said that without Li Xiuyuan, there would be no evolution of the crow, and Xiaodie'er's Divine Sea would not be able to turn into stars in one day.
After lingering in the inn for many days, he also left a formation on the small street in front of the inn, just like he did in Ding'an City.
If the small street outside the inn is compared to the seven-star Yaoguang, then the stone path to be built at the foot of Yunqi Temple is Tianquan.
After climbing the stone steps to the mountain gate, the archway in front of the temple bearing the two guardians of Yunqi is Tianquan.
The walls of the temple are Tianji, the main hall in the temple is Tianxuan, and the pavilion to be built on the top of the mountain is Tianshu.
He wants to build an incomplete seven-star formation here to welcome the wind and rain coming from the imperial city.
The old man said that the name of the imperial city was Wandao.
Helian Mingyue changed the original Rakshasa City to Ten Thousand Dao, hoping to build the imperial city into the center of power in his heart, so that all the ten thousand Dao in the world could come to court.
Since Li Xiuyuan didn't want to attack Helian Mingyue's ten thousand ways, he had no intention of breaking her ways with this large formation built with the power of law.
He just wants to use a small temple here and a magic circle to protect the mountain to provide one more choice to the sentient beings in this world.
Besides Zoroastrianism, there is another path for all sentient beings to choose.
On the large side stone pillars of the temple gate, two Buddhist verses that are not couplets were left.
Like this in mountains, forests and seas,
All evil should be eliminated.
When they came to the back mountain of Furong Town, the locals named it Longshan. No matter how Li Xiuyuan looked, he couldn't tell what dragon veins were hidden here.
When he came to this mountain, he never let go. Instead, he tried his best to hide in Ksitigarbha.
In addition to Xiao Ling'er who injured the two monks who caused trouble in Xiao Huajiao's family that day, he was hiding the murderous intent of the crow, the terrifying power of a large array, and the resentment in Huajiao's heart.
All we have to do is wait for the spring to bloom and give Zanthoxylum bungeanum and Gongyangbo a surprise on the first day of spring.
If you want to be his apprentice, if you can't stand the loneliness, it's better to leave as soon as possible.
Standing in the mountains, the sound of Ximen Mengdie teaching Huajiao to recite Buddhist scriptures could be heard in the wind.
There is also the tinkling sound of craftsmen hammering. During the long winter, they can do no other work, but it does not affect the bluestones they need to start preparing for spring.
A snowflake followed from the sky, and a force like water surged up between his fingers.
The snowflakes flying between the fingers turned into swords. This water-like sword evolved in this winter and evolved into a sword that even Li Xiuyuan could not see clearly at the moment.
I saw the soft and boneless snowflakes. Under the blessing of his water-like power, the prismatic petals turned into several vague lines...
The irregular lines are like the laws hidden on the stone wall.
Therefore, Li Xiuyuan, who was blind at the moment, could not see him. All he saw was the black and white world in front of and behind him, but he could not see the faint lines in his hands.
When these lines melted from his fingers into this snowflake...
If the female saint Yun Tianhong of Meishan was here, she would tell him that this is the first step for Li Xiuyuan to practice the saint's sword.
Let your sword be imprinted with the power of your own laws, a power of laws that is unique in the sky and on earth.
The Holy is the Tao, and the Tao is also the Holy.
Just like Li Xiuyuan taught the girl named Juier on the trail in the Snow Mountain of Datang, the veins of leaves are Tao, the path ants crawl on is Tao, and the lines on the stone slabs in the mountains are also Tao...
Now the power of water in his hand holding the flower also has the power of Tao.
