Li Xiuyuan touched its feathers and said quietly: "Senior doesn't have a magic talisman. If you go to cause trouble, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive this catastrophe."
Only then did Crow understand the master's painstaking efforts.
Less than a quarter of an hour later that day, the old man returned to Yunqi Temple.
Knowing that the old man was coming, Li Xiuyuan asked Huajiao to leave the door open so that the old man could enter safely instead of calling anyone.
A plate of fried radishes, a plate of fried eggs, and a bowl of rice were left by Li Xiuyuan for the old man.
When the old man was sitting in the living room and Huajiao served steaming meals from the pot in the stove, the old man couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Seeing the master and apprentice in tears, he was already prepared to go to the mountains and forests in a few years, build a hut, and wait for the moment of death.
But he didn't expect that because he met the young man in front of him in the mountain forest, he would have the opportunity to see higher and farther scenery.
Huajiao sat aside and smiled softly: "Unexpectedly, after the senior passed through the tribulation, not only did his hair turn black, but even the wrinkles on his face disappeared."
The old man trembled and replied with great emotion: "I have the illusion of being reborn. I really want to thank you, master and disciple."
Unlike Ximen Mengdie, this time, Li Xiuyuan did not tell the old man the difference between mortals and saints, because the old man was already the same as the master in Tianyu City.
After missing the opportunity to become mortal, not everyone is willing to spend decades, or even centuries, to figure out the truth between heaven and earth.
Try to change from an extraordinary monk to an ordinary person.
The old man has seen the world and all sentient beings here for a lifetime, and does not need Li Xiuyuan to explain more truths to him.
After adding a cup of hot tea to the old man, Li Xiuyuan looked at Huajiao and said with a smile: "Huajiao and I will leave here soon..."
The old man nodded and replied, "Where are you going from now on?"
Li Xiuyuan did not answer immediately, but sighed and said, "Until we find a suitable monk, we can only trouble seniors to look at this temple."
In his heart, since he had spent so much effort to build this temple, he had to pass on the incense. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered copying Buddhist scriptures and left them here.
The old man obviously didn't expect that Li Xiuyuan just made this small request.
This is nothing to the old man, and he will not leave this place in the coming years. After all, it is close to the mountains and forests. If he needs elixir, he can go into the mountains at any time.
No one else can get in, but he and Helian Mingyue will not be affected.
That night, Huajiao felt sleepy and went to rest early. The old man chatted for a while before waving his hands and heading down the mountain happily.
From now on, he no longer has to look at the face of that woman Helian Mingyue.
The craftsmen went home to celebrate the New Year, and Yunqi Temple suddenly became quiet.
Every day, apart from the sound of Ximen Mengdie reciting Buddhist scriptures with Crow and Zanthoxylum bungeanum, there is also the sound of the two women practicing sword practice everywhere.
And Li Xiuyuan found something to do for himself.
That was when he began to carve the first volume of the Mahaprajna Sutra on the ironwood pillars in the cloister of the temple.
This is the scripture that Tripitaka retrieved from Tianzhu in the Western Regions and translated. Today, he carved this scroll on the pillars of the cloister of Yunqi Temple.
Not only can the three people of Ximen Mengjia recite it, but also the people at the foot of the mountain who come here to offer incense and sit here to rest can get close to the Dharma.
He planned to finish carving the first volume of the Mahaprajna Sutra before the beginning of spring, and after the beginning of spring, he would start carving the Ksitigarbha Sutra in the Buddhist hall where Ksitigarbha is located.
Xiao Mengdie came over from time to time to help the master, but Li Xiuyuan asked her to memorize the Ksitigarbha Sutra before starting to recite the Mahaprajna Sutra with him.
Ximen Mengdie is different from Huajiao. Huajiao can leave Furong Town and this world behind and go to another place with herself.
And Ximen Mengdie still thinks about her grandmother and grandma in the wild, and her parents who have gone to heaven, and looks forward to seeing them again.
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Therefore, he must do his best to allow Ximen Mengdie to break through the peak of the realm of mortal transformation, just like Wu Xin and Jasmine, and enter the realm of mortal transformation.
In this way, Ximen Mengdie will practice and cultivate his mind with him from now on.
Fortunately, after leaving his hometown, Ximen Mengdie's thoughts were simple, that is, to get rid of the demonic energy all over his body, and to break through to a higher realm with his master, and one day return to the wilderness.
Thinking of this, Ximen Mengdie couldn't help but ask: "Master, it seems that Die'er hasn't had an attack for a long time?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly, but did not reveal the secret in her body.
Instead, he said softly: "Practice Buddhism with my teacher, and slowly, the demonic energy in your body will disappear."
Ximen Mengdie nodded and asked: "Master, I wonder when the villagers at the foot of the mountain will go up the mountain to see the Buddha?".z.
Li Xiuyuan looked up at the main hall. The Third Buddha had been moved here from the ruined temple that was about to collapse. He planned to erect another Bodhisattva in the purple bamboo forest behind the Third Buddha.
Plus Ksitigarbha, this all takes time.
After thinking about it, Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "If anyone at the foot of the mountain wants to see the Buddha, he can come up at any time."
"Don't you want to hold a ceremony?" Ximen Mengdie thought that when the temple outside Ding'an City and in front of Wolong Mountain was completed, a grand consecration ceremony was held.
She, her mother, and her father all went there.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "The mountain is not high, as long as there is a Buddha, there is no need to consecrate the light and recite sutras."
In fact, what he wanted to say was that at worst, when Ksitigarbha's golden body was completed, he could invite the Bodhisattva over for a cup of spiritual tea, which would be more useful than any other ritual.
Ximen Mengdie chuckled: "Die'er forgot, the master is a god and doesn't need to be as troublesome as the mortals in this world."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "I'm not yet, so you have to practice well."
After thinking for a while, he replied: "If you want the people at the foot of the mountain to go up the mountain more conveniently, after the beginning of spring, let the craftsmen rebuild the road up the mountain first."
Ximen Mengdie nodded and sighed: "Die'er wants to see the people at the foot of the mountain so that she can see her own likeness in them."
Li Xiuyuan stopped carving in his hands, looked back at her and said seriously: "Then, you can take a look at your junior sister first."
Three days before the Lunar New Year, Duanmu Qingyun, who had left Tianshui, finally arrived at Wandao Imperial City and inquired all the way to the Meng Mansion.
After explaining his purpose to the Meng Mansion's servants and butler, he finally met the depressed Meng Wuhen.
He introduced Zhao Hu's situation to Meng Wuhen, then handed over his hands and said, "That guy has a broken arm. I'm afraid he won't be able to serve you."
Duanzheng Qingyun did not raise his head when he said this. He was afraid that Meng Wutong could see his thoughts from his eyes.
In his heart, he thought that Meng Wuhen needed to go to Furong Town alone.
Little did he know that Meng Wuhen was already fed up with this matter. One of his men had already died, and another one had left after being seriously injured.
However, for some reason, Meng Wuhen did not reject him immediately.
Instead, he said lightly: "Is it possible that you are more powerful than those dead kings and five? Didn't you say that Zhao Hu is your brother?"
Meng Wuhen said quietly, without a trace of color in his voice.
Duanmu Qingyun did not dare to look directly at Meng Wuhen, but replied quietly: "I have dealt with a lot of people in the East China Sea in Tianshui these years, how can Zhao Hu compare with me?"
He is very smart. Since he has never met Wang Wu, he will not say that he is better than him.
Similarly, he did not step on his fellow countryman Zhao Hu. Instead, he put it another way and improved the monks in the East China Sea, because the monks in the imperial city would feel uncomfortable mentioning the East China Sea.
Meng Wuhen was stunned, looking at Duanmu Qingyun's expression, he understood something instantly.
After thinking for a while, he said, "I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me. It turns out that Tianshui is close to the East China Sea. It seems that you are indeed more knowledgeable than Zhao Hu and the others. It makes me want to go to the East China Sea."
He knew in his heart that if the legendary island in the East China Sea hadn't refused outsiders access,
He had gone long ago.
However, for a building close to the water like Tianshui, it is more convenient to contact businessmen and monks from the East China Sea, and it is not necessarily even possible to go to the island.
Thinking of this, he finally had a smile on his face.
Duanmu Qingyun took the opportunity to step forward and said: "Zhao Hu is also going to the East China Sea to find elixirs to heal his broken arm, otherwise he may not be able to make any further progress in his life."
Meng Wuhen sighed and said, "I thought he would hide in a deep mountain and wait for death, but I didn't expect that he would go to the East China Sea to find that unfathomable life."
If you want to recover a broken arm, legend has it that there is only one way, and that is to go to the islands in the East China Sea to find elixirs and get a glimmer of life from death.
He didn't expect that Zhao Hu would be so cruel to him, that he would put himself to death and survive.
Duanmu Qingyun said: "So, I think I can solve the problem for you."
Meng Wuhen thought for a while, looked at him and said, "I didn't plan to pursue this matter originally. Since you are from Tianshui, it is most appropriate for you to go..."
After hearing these words, Duanmu Qingyun felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar instantly.
His voice was slightly hoarse as he replied: "That's because I still want to come to the Imperial City to look for opportunities to make myself stronger."
For the sake of his own future, Duanmu Qingyun did not hesitate to speak out his plans. Even if he had plans to plot against Meng Wuhen, he just wanted to become a disciple of the Meng family.
Meng Wuhen thought of the fire, looked at the ancestral hall that had not yet begun to be rebuilt, and sighed silently in his heart.
He said coldly: "Okay, I'll give you this chance, I hope you won't let me down."
Lowering his head, Duanmu Qingyun said quietly: "Don't worry, sir, I will bring you the results you need, and then you can find your own future in the imperial city."
With a wave of his hand, Meng Wuhen said to the housekeeper beside him: "Take Princess Duanmu to the residence to complete the formalities, and settle down at the residence first."
Duanmu Qingyun asked: "How long do you plan to wait, Master?"
Meng Wuhen saw this guy's anxious look, but he said in a solemn voice: "Don't worry, we'll talk about it after the beginning of spring."
Duanmu Qingyun said nothing more after hearing this, turned around and followed the housekeeper out of the living room.
Watching the two people leave, Meng Wuhen sighed softly, looking at the ruins that had been sorted out in the cold wind, and murmured softly in his heart.
Not long after, the housekeeper returned to the living room.
Looking at Meng Wuhen's silent expression, he was very puzzled. In his opinion, there was no shortage of capable people and strangers in the imperial city. Why did the young master just use this guy?
Seeing Meng Wuhen gradually regaining his composure, the housekeeper couldn't help but ask, "Master, do you really want this guy?"
Meng Wuhen replied: "Isn't it possible? We have seen too many arrogant and arrogant people in the imperial city...and Duanmu comes from Tianshui. Don't forget that it is close to the East China Sea."
"There is a certain character and insight that cannot be matched by guys like Huang Cheng, and what I want is someone who can solve problems for me, not just say nice things."
The housekeeper asked in confusion: "In that case, why do you want him to wait until after the beginning of spring? You could do it now."
Before the butler finished speaking, Meng Wuhen shook his head gently.
He smiled coldly and said, "What's the hurry? Give them some time and let Duanmu Qingyun have some fun with them."
The housekeeper became more and more puzzled, thinking that it was not necessary to wait for ten years.
