Ximen Mengdie took the steaming sweet potatoes from the old man's hand, called out the sleepy crow, and called back the junior sister in the snow.
The three guys ate in Ximen Mengdie's room with the door closed because Li Xiuyuan wanted to talk business with the old man.
After brewing a pot of spiritual tea, Li Xiuyuan took out a small plate of apricot preserves from Luoxia Mountain and placed it on the table.
He held a piece of hot roasted sweet potato, took a bite, and said with a smile: "This guy uses good charcoal, and the roasting temperature is better than mine."
The old man smiled faintly and did not tell him about his lack of regret, nor did he ask when the majesty of heaven would come to the world.
Not to mention the formation of seven stars formed from outside the small town inn to the lonely grave in the mountains.
Because the old man only saw the stars in the sky and not the formations on the ground. At the moment, he was just trying to figure out Tianxin.
For an old man, since his lover left him, it is easy to feel sad in spring and autumn. This is because he cannot control his emotions, and he does not want to.
Until he saw the stars that Li Xiuyuan chose in Furong Town.
So he did not let his emotions sink into the sadness of the past. He rubbed his eyes that were stung by tears and resolutely came to Yunqi Temple and decided to discuss the way of heaven with the young man.
Li Xiuyuan couldn't see clearly the feelings on the old man's face. Since he lost his sight again, he didn't care much about people's joys and sorrows.
Because there was only black and white in his eyes, he could not see the expressions that were too delicate.
Just like the old man can't see the sky on the earth, it's not that he can't see it, but that the sky doesn't want to pay attention to him.
However, people like Li Xiuyuan who have seen the Milky Way twice and the world twice at the end of the Divine River sometimes choose not to see the joys and sorrows of the human world.
Because after seeing the sky, I understand the insignificance, ridiculousness and patheticness of human beings.
To be honest, he came to Furong Town and stayed at the inn by the waterfall out of curiosity. He was curious because when he was in the academy, he thought the waterfall was too noisy and often affected his sleep at night.
Until he came here, until Ximen Mengdie told him about the waterfall outside the window, when the little girl was learning the piano from the master in the wine shop in Ding'an City.
Li Xiuyuan taught her that she could choose not to hear. You play with your iron, and I'll play my piano.
You can be the storm, and I can be my mountain breeze.
It turned out that he had been teaching others, but he couldn't do it himself, until Huajiao's younger brother died tragically in Wanping, which made him see the impermanence of the world again.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan had just returned from the mountains and had just understood some of the power of yin and yang and the laws of life and death from the stone wall.
Unknowingly, it made him understand that everything is insignificant before life and death.
After taking a bite of the sweet potato, Li Xiuyuan smiled at the old man and said, "People say that one has heard the Tao in the morning, but actually just hearing the Tao is not enough."
He knew what the old man was thinking. If the old man could not cross the threshold in front of him, he would one day die of old age in this world.
Go to the mountains and forests to meet his lover.
The old man nodded, took a bite of apricot meat, and took another sip of spiritual tea.
Unlike the peppercorns, the old man did not spit it out, but used the honey from the apricot flesh to neutralize the strong bitterness in his mouth.
Then he thought of his past, the sweetness and bitterness of the past.
Thinking of the joys and sorrows that Huajiao experienced in just a few days, how could it not be the same as mine? The result is that the person you love most leaves you.
And I still have to live in this world.
This sweet bitterness has not yet completely melted away, and a vitality that was too thick to be melted suddenly surged out of his chest and abdomen, like a torrential flood of spiritual energy.
The two scents mixed together, making the cold wind outside the living room dim.
The cold wind and snow lingered in the mountains but could not blow into this small living room. It was not only because of the small courtyard wall, but also because of some things that the old man could not see.
But the old man didn't know that when Li Xiuyuan started to make the decision, he didn't know that from the initial placement to the final lonely grave, he would connect the seven stars.
potential.
Because he was careless, he didn't have to make any calculations.
He just wanted this newly built temple to withstand the wind and rain for thousands of years in this world, because he came from the mountains and carried the power of the Great Law with him.
Therefore, not counting it, it coincides with a hint of the will of heaven.
Just like the old man thought that Li Xiuyuan just built the small temple that was about to collapse with bluestone, iron and wood to make it stronger.
The old man only saw bluestone, iron and wood, but could not see the runes and lines.
With a bang, a bolt of thunder struck from the depths of the old man's divine sea, splitting his lake into pieces, as if the divine sea was about to collapse.
Then there was a heavy rain and a flash flood. The rolling flood water turned his cracked lake into a river and headed towards the surging river.
The old man sighed. He couldn't see the depths of Li Xiuyuan's eyes. A black cloth blocked all Li Xiuyuan's emotions.
Even if the stars fell and the sea changed, he couldn't see Li Xiuyuan's mood at this time.
The old man, like Ximen Mengdie in the mountains that day, has not yet begun to break through, but first rebuilds his weak divine sea.
The old man couldn't see the collapse and evolution of his divine sea. He just suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to see higher and farther at this moment.
Li Xiuyuan murmured: "I heard from you that the small temple on the mountain will collapse. Should I consider rebuilding it?"
"After thinking about it, should I ask craftsmen to calculate how long it will take and how many gold coins it will take to build the temple in my heart?"
"If I only heard about this small temple from the seniors' mouths and didn't think about it or take action, what's the difference between not hearing the news in the end?"
In Li Xiuyuan's view, he is not qualified to teach others the Dharma at the moment.
In fact, he used the simplest principles to describe the "listening, thinking and cultivating" of Tao and Dharma to the old man who was in the process of enlightenment in the most understandable terms.
The half-asleep old man had a smile on his face. He gradually understood why Li Xiuyuan dropped these dotted, seemingly irregular chess pieces on the back mountain.
When the way of the world coincides with the way of heaven, I will become invincible in the world.
At this time, the old man didn't even need to think about whether Li Xiuyuan was a talisman master. If he had the Tao, it would make sense.
With the principles in mind, even Hebian Mingyue from the Imperial City must abide by these principles even if she comes to this mountain and among the seven stars.
After eating a sweet potato, Ximen Mengdie listened to the clanging sound and asked: "Master, will we disturb you and the seniors when we recite Buddhist scriptures?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "No."
After drinking three cups of spiritual tea and eating two pieces of apricot meat, the old man fell into a deep epiphany, thinking about the principles of heaven and earth in his heart.
Li Xiuyuan closed the door of the living room, walked to the outside of the temple with his hands behind his back, surrounded the courtyard wall, and tried to trace the lines he had touched on the stone walls on both sides of the small stone path in the mountain forest.
He used the knife in his hand that condensed the power of gods and Buddhas, the power of time, and the power of demons to carve on the bluestone in front of him.
He decided to imprint such lines on the drum tower where Ksitigarbha is located, the stone path on the mountain path, the gate tower outside the temple, and every piece of bluestone in the main hall.
Although he still doesn't know the purpose of these lines, since Ximen Mengdie and Crow walked out of the stone path and broke through the tribulation in one day, the lines must be very interesting. ..
And he likes to do interesting things.
As the Shenshi time approaches, the craftsmen on this day finish their work earlier than usual.
An older craftsman came over and told Li Xiuyuan that they were preparing to go home for the New Year and would not continue to work in the mountains until after the beginning of spring.
Li Xiuyuan nodded and gave the old man the wages he had prepared.
A group of craftsmen happily went down the mountain and rushed to their homes. With money, their family can have a happy and lively New Year.
Ximen Mengdie came out and looked down the mountain.
The craftsman who left looked at the lines just carved on the courtyard wall and frowned slightly.
He asked: "Master, are these lines particular?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and smiled: "I don't know, maybe, there should be, right?"
Ximen Mengdie nodded, took his hand, pointed to the town not far away and said, "Huajiao said that we are going to prepare some New Year's goods tomorrow."
Li Xiuyuan took her little hand and walked to the temple. He said: "Your junior brother has a lot of money, take it with you tomorrow and go down the mountain to buy it back."
Ximen Mengdie chuckled: "I thought so too."
At Youshi, when Huajiao and Ximen Mengdie were preparing dinner in the kitchen, the old man who woke up waved to Li Xiuyuan and hurried away outside the temple.
The crow looked at the old man's leaving figure and couldn't help but fly over and asked: "Senior, you don't even need a magic talisman? It's so powerful, even more powerful than me."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied quietly: "Not all monks can have a magic talisman that can be used to overcome disasters."
Crow chuckled: "That's them, not me."
When the food was placed in the living room and Ximen Mengdie served the master with the rice and vegetables, the roar of bursts of calamity thunder could be heard in the distance.
Huajiao sighed and said, "I didn't expect that seniors could break through the realm and overcome tribulations once they heard the truth."
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Don't envy other people's cultivation. Your journey has just begun... Let's eat."
Ximen Mengdie was the most well-behaved. The thunder was rolling in the sky, but it could not affect her mood for eating. She said to Huajiao while picking up the dishes for the master.
"Junior sister, we'll go practice swordplay after dinner. We'll take advantage of the snow today. Otherwise, we'll have to wait another year until the beginning of spring."
Huajiao snorted and replied, "Can you practice swordplay even when it's dark?"
Ximen Mengdie glanced at the master and said with a smile: "Junior sister is practicing swordsmanship with her eyes covered, what does it have to do with the darkness?"
After hearing this, Li Xiuyuan sighed softly and replied: "Is Xiaodie'er's piano still there? Can you take it out and play a song tomorrow?"
Ximen Mengdie then shouted: "Master, did you remember that you taught Xiaodieer how to play the piano?"
"Zhao!" a sound.
A sudden sword cry appeared in the wind and snow, immediately breaking the silence of Yunqi Temple and making people feel nervous.
A ray of sword energy flowed on the bluestone slab in the yard, slashing at the snowflakes slowly falling in the sky.
Standing in the yard, Huajiao looked for traces of falling snowflakes, and then swung one sword, two swords, and countless swords.
She can't cut snow with one sword yet, but Ximen Mengdie asked her to remember the feeling of each sword strike.
It is said that the master said that every sword strike should be imprinted in the memory of one's own flesh and blood and bones.
"Boom!" Thunder bursts from the wilderness ten miles away reached Yunqi Temple. Huajiao, who was holding the sword, felt her heart tighten. She was worried about the old man.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said quietly: "Senior, what does the Tribulation have to do with you? If you have to be influenced by others even when you practice swordsmanship, how will you face your enemies in the future?"
Huajiao was stunned when he heard this, then he held the iron sword in his hand tightly, quietly feeling the snowflakes falling from the sky, and then struck out with the sword.
"Boom!" A thunderstorm fell not far away, and a bolt of lightning reflected Huajiao's figure in the wind and snow, making the long sword in her hand sparkle.
"Stupid!" A sword slashed into the lightning, just like a sword slashing down the calamity thunder falling from the nine heavens.
A long iron sword.
A thunderbolt connecting heaven and earth.
The crow and Xiaodieer in the living room were stunned, just when the crow was about to rush out of the living room and go to the wasteland to look for the thunder on the old man's head.
But I found that I couldn't move...
