The couple entered the temple gate with the support of Huajiao and Xiaodiezuo. Walk all the way forward from the corridor filled with carved Buddhist scriptures and enter the main hall.
When the two old men looked at the young man who was sitting in front of the Buddha, his face covered with a piece of black cloth, and he was quietly chanting sutras like a flower.
The two old men immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to the Buddhas of the three generations and the gods and Buddhas in the world, and praised: "Amitabha, I am happy to see you again."
Li Xiuyuan did not stop reciting the sutra. Seeing that the master did not stop, the crow naturally continued to recite the sutra.
Amidst the solemn chanting of sutras, the two old men paid homage to the Buddhas, placed the offerings they had brought in front of the Buddhas, and lit incense and placed them in the incense burners.
The two old men sat quietly on the futon, listening to Li Xiuyuan and the crow chanting sutras.
The small street at the foot of the mountain exploded, and adults from every household were visiting, making appointments to go to the mountain to see the Buddha early tomorrow morning.
After all, Helian Mingyue in the imperial city is too far away from them, so it is not as comfortable and convenient as this small Buddhist temple in the back mountain.
People in the world practice Buddhism, firstly, for meditation, and secondly, most people want to gain convenience.
Li Xiuyuan's unintentional work coincided with the convenience of the villagers.
Li Xiuyuan didn't think too much about reciting Buddhist scriptures today. He just felt that the old man was already eighty years old and still wanted to see the Buddha on New Year's Eve.
It should be noted that the mountain road has not been repaired yet. It takes great courage for an old man to go up the mountain.
If he hadn't called out Huajiao and Ximen Mengdie, they might not have been able to go up the mountain. After all, there was still snow on the mountain road.
At half past noon, Li Xiuyuan finished reading a volume of "Ksitigarbha Sutra", and Huajiao and Xiaodie'er had already laid out the New Year's Eve dinner in the living room.
From a distance, Xiao Die'er shouted: "Master, it's time to eat."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, stood up from the futon, and said with a smile to the three old people: "The time is just right, we can have New Year's Eve dinner."
This year's New Year's Eve is no different from last year. This is Gong Yangbo's intention.
But this year's New Year has indeed changed a lot from last year. This is the view of the old man surnamed Meng and his wife Hanako.
All because of the newly built temple on the mountain, the three old people had an extra bowl of rice and an extra glass of wine this New Year's Eve.
Not talking about Buddha while eating has been Li Xiuyuan's rule since he was a child.
In the eyes of the two old men, even if the young man cannot see, it still does not prevent him from becoming the most respected Bodhisattva in the world.
When leaving, the two old men walked around the temple and listened to Li Xiuyuan explain to them what the craftsmen had not finished.
Finally, Li Xiuyuan followed Huajiao and Xiaodieer to send the two old people down the mountain.
When they parted, Li Xiuyuan said: "After I repair the stone steps going up the mountain, you two can come up and see the spring scenery when you have time."
Old Meng laughed and said, "That's great, otherwise we really won't be able to walk."
Waving his hand, Li Xiuyuan asked Huajiao and Xiaodie'er to take the two old people home, and then turned back to the mountain.
When he returned to the living room, the old man had already put away the dishes and boiled water. He said, "As Old Meng goes up the mountain, I'm afraid more villagers will come up to see the Buddha tomorrow."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied: "Senior, please tell the villagers tomorrow to keep the elderly and children away. The snow has not yet melted and the road has not been repaired. Don't rush."
The old man nodded and said, "I almost forgot about it. Fortunately, you asked people to make vegetarian cakes. The villagers will come here tomorrow, but I'm afraid they won't be enough to distribute."
"Meaning, that's just a meaning."
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "I don't care how many cakes I make. As long as they are popular, senior will order some tomorrow and leave them in the temple."
Crow drank two glasses of wine and felt a little confused.
After thinking for a while, he said: "I saw a golden light sinking into the bodies of the two old people in the mountain. Could it be that the Bodhisattva on the mountain really appeared?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "Even if the Bodhisattva appears, it can only allow the two old people to see the scenery in this world for ten or eight more years."
Gongyang Bo stroked his beard and sighed: "For the two of them, one more year of life is just one more year."
After a while, Ximen Mengdie returned to the temple, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "Master, Xiaodie'er bought some fireworks. You can set them off with your senior sister and junior brother at night."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "It's still early. Take out your piano and play the song "Looking at the Spring Breeze" for the Buddhas."
Ximen Mengdie chuckled: "I thought the master had forgotten to teach Die'er how to play the piano. Just wait for me."
The girl moved the Buddhist scriptures beside the window and placed the guqin on it. After thinking about it, she lit a stick of incense beside it.
Just as the faint scent of sandalwood spread in the living room, a "Ding Dong!" flowed from the girl's fingers like spring water...
Spring is late this year, that is, after the Chinese New Year, there are still a few days until the beginning of spring.
It was just a string of Ximen Mengdie's piano sounds, but like a wisp of spring breeze, it instantly stirred up the spring scenery in the heart of the old man.
At this time, Huajiao was squatting in front of the grave burning paper money with Hua Yiyi and Wen Ziwei. While he was whispering softly, a cheerful piano sound came from his ears.
Like spring water in the mountains, or like a waterfall hanging under the mountain, with big and small beads falling on a jade plate.
I couldn't help but sigh quietly and said: "Brother, you and Ziwei will reincarnate well. Sister will one day avenge you. No, senior sister is playing the piano for you in the living room..."
Ximen Mengdie's Qin Dao was taught by Li Xiuyuan and Ximen Xiaoyu together, although she was not as good as her aunt who learned Qin Dao in three days.
But since Li Xiuyuan left, she has suffered a lot.
When I played the song "Looking at the Spring Breeze" again today, even Li Xiuyuan had an illusion. He couldn't help but shed two more tears in the moment of joy.
The old man didn't know why Li Xiuyuan was crying, but Xiao Mengdie, who was sitting in front of the window playing the piano, knew that the master was thinking about his aunt again and couldn't help it.
He chanted loudly:
The wind and snow are far away, but spring is coming.
The banquet is not over yet, who can discern the economics?
This one is a poem from the Tang Dynasty that Li Xiuyuan taught Ximen Mengdie. Xiao Mengdie was unable to go to the Tang Dynasty, but she also wanted to remind her master not to grieve for the deceased anymore.
Li Xiuyuan nodded and read:
If you want to reflect the history of kings, you must first trace the collar of your chest.
The scriptures show how to pick them up, and they will have their own mind to reach the clouds.
The heart is as clear as a mirror but it is inevitably sad. He clearly knows that Ximen Xiaoyu has entered reincarnation, but it is just like how he could not get out of the shadow of Wu Xin and Jasmine's death for a long time.
It wasn't until a long, long time that the two of them were gradually erased from my heart.
As for Ximen Xiaoyu, it was the pain that he couldn't erase from his heart. Fortunately, Xiao Die'er was still in front of him. As a master, he still had time to do something for Xiao Die'er.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan took out his silk scarf, wiped the tears on his face, and sighed to the old man: "I taught Xiao Die'er her piano skills many years ago..."
The old man was startled when he heard this. Many years ago...
He first glanced at the girl who was waving her fingers like a butterfly playing in the water, then looked back at the silent young man, and suddenly understood something in his heart.
If the boy was still the boy he saw in front of him, he might not be able to do these earth-shattering things.
Even if he broke through the realm in one day, even if he saw the seven-star formation, it was not something that a monk in this world could achieve at Li Xiuyuan's age. ..
As he listened, the crow flew out of the living room and went to look for peppercorns in the snow.
As he listened, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh, thinking about the first time he heard his husband play the piano. It seemed that after that time, his wife Li Hongxiu rarely played the piano.
I must have a husband in my heart, so I am willing to be a green leaf.
...
On this day, the old man went down the mountain and returned to the town early, just to say New Year greetings to the villagers, lest they all rush up the mountain tomorrow without even a place to sit.
Li Xiuyuan looked at Ximen Mengdie who was playing the piano for the third time and asked softly: "Little
What do you think of Die'er today? "
As a master, everything he did on the mountain was partly because he thought that the small temple was about to become deserted, but partly because of the girl in front of him.
It is easy to see all sentient beings, but difficult to see oneself.
This was also the reason why he asked Monk Buli and Yuwen Liuli to watch all living beings by the Tongtian River, because he really couldn't think of a better way.
One is a very nervous monk who practices in the mountains.
One was a delicate-minded princess from the Imperial City who was raised in a deep palace and rarely came out. She was somewhat similar to the Ximen Mengdie in front of her.
It is not an easy task to clear away sentient beings and see ourselves.
Xiao Die'er stopped playing the piano and came over to sit next to the master.
After thinking for a while, he replied: "Grandma and grandma rarely go to the temple outside Ding'an City. It's not easy for my grandparents to come up to the mountain today."
Li Xiuyuan nodded and sighed: "If it weren't for you and Huajiao today, I'm afraid those two old men wouldn't be able to come up the mountain."
Xiao Die'er nodded and asked, "So, will Xiao Die'er help you tomorrow?"
"Yes, I understand that just like today, help the elderly and children go up the mountain."
Li Xiuyuan sighed: "Although this mountain is not high, the road has not been repaired. You and Huajiao better persuade the older people tomorrow to wait for a while and wait until the road is repaired before coming back."
"Sir, don't worry, Huajiao will be at the bottom of the mountain with senior sister tomorrow to help the villagers who are going up the mountain."
While he was talking, Huajiao led Crow into the living room, wiping the tears on his face and saying with a smile.
When Ximen Mengdie, his master, junior sister, and junior brother were setting off fireworks in the mountains to celebrate the New Year.
In the distant imperial city, Yun Qingjiao, who was returning to the human world for the first time to celebrate the New Year, was also setting off fireworks with several female disciples of the Zoroastrian Cult.
Like Ximen Mengdie, Yun Qingjiao also likes human festivals and the gorgeous fireworks.
Not to mention, she is now a saint.
In the distance, Helian Mingyue, who was sitting in the palace, looked at Yun Qingjiao in the garden and was speechless.
Maybe she was thinking about whether she was as happy as Yun Qingjiao when she was a teenager.
Beside her, a woman smiled and said: "The leader has no plans left, no one in the world can match him. Now that we have a saint, the light of our holy religion will be even more brilliant."
"You know how to flatter me, and you don't feel tired."
Helian Mingyue sighed and said quietly: "No matter how powerful we are, there are always some people in the world who are unsatisfactory."
The woman was stunned and suddenly remembered something. She stopped talking and even her previously cheerful expression became a little more lonely.
Suddenly he sighed and looked through the smoke in the garden, not knowing where he was looking...
Helian Mingyue looked at Yun Qingjiao's cheerful appearance in the garden, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes like a happy butterfly, and couldn't help but smile lightly.
"Last time I met not only Qing Jiao in the mountains..."
After a long time, Hebian Mingyue took back her gaze to the sky in the garden.
He said in a condensed voice: "There is also an interesting young man with a crow and a girl. Unfortunately, after he left, there was no news again."
The woman was looking at the fireworks in the sky, seemingly not hearing what she was saying.
After a long while, he replied softly: "That's not worth the trouble of the leader. The most he can do is find someone to draw the boy's appearance and send out the disciples of the sect to inquire about it in the world."
Helian Mingyue thought for a while and replied: "Forget it, forceful melons are not sweet."
