It's late spring, and the nights are still a bit cold.
Dark clouds covered the moon, and the entire Yunqi Temple was shrouded in thick night fog.
Li Xiuyuan was the only one in the temple. Gong Yangbo had already gone down the mountain and went home. The remaining craftsmen who carved Buddha statues returned to the town to rest.
The Buddhas of the third generation later carved a mountain out of nanmu. There is a purple bamboo forest on the mountain and the golden body of the female Bodhisattva.
The space in the main hall was limited, so Li Xiuyuan only asked the craftsmen to sculpt eight Arhats, and six golden bodies have now been completed.
The remaining two can be completed in less than half a month.
Not to mention, the pavilion on the mountain has been completed. The craftsmen in the town have already gone home to farm and no longer need to work on the mountain.
These days, Li Xiuyuan spends an hour every day carving the half volume of the "Nirvana Sutra" on the iron pillar of the pavilion.
No matter how long he can stay in this world, he hopes to leave more Buddhist scriptures in Yunqi Temple for future generations, just like Tripitaka back then.
I only focus on learning and translating scriptures throughout my life, and I don’t care whether the people who come after me have cultivated their own path from the Buddhist scriptures.
In his journey from the Five Realms, this was the first time he did something without any reason or concern about the future outcome.
Just because of the master's words, just because there is a temple in the back hill of Furong Town that no one is ruining, just because Huajiao's younger brother died tragically thousands of miles away.
And these were not enough for him to build this temple in the mountains for future generations to enjoy the shade, as well as the pavilion on the hillside.
Li Xiuyuan, who is in Furong Town, regards himself as Ksitigarbha under the abyss, and wants to practice Buddhism at the same time.
But it is not like hiding in the abyss to save those resentful souls, because he is in a small town, in Yunqi Temple
A seven-star formation was laid out, and the behavior was as fierce as the one under the Luoxia Mountain.
Go kill people.
In the beginning, he killed a hundred people to save one person.
Now, he probably killed hundreds, thousands, and possibly ten thousand people for a cause and effect that was not his intention.
The cause and effect lies with him, because when Helian Mingyue forced it on him, he did not accept it.
But the smart woman gave the cause to Xiao Die'er. Although Xiao Die'er vomited out the jade pendant the next day, Li Xiuyuan had no way to return it to Helian Mingyue.
So the cause of Huajiao and Hua Yisheng's death finally fell on him.
Holding a cup of spring tea, Li Xiuyuan sighed.
It turns out that a person's death can be like that of a butterfly. Just flapping its wings can cause countless landslides and even tsunamis thousands of miles away.
At the moment, he still didn't know that those so-called karma had followed Xiao Die'er and the others all the way to Tianshui, Fushan, Dongfang County and Wanren Mountain, and possibly even more places.
When he was in the Tang Dynasty, he also lived in Suiye City for several months on his way to obtain Buddhist scriptures with Sanzang.
He has been to the main hall of Zoroastrianism countless times and was moved by the sincerity of those believers. In his opinion, there is not much difference in essence between Zoroastrianism, Taoism and Buddhism.
He will not be disgusted with it. He doesn't want to come to this world, but he doesn't want to get close to it anymore.
If you think about it carefully, it can only be attributed to certain people.
He silently took a sip of warm tea, looked at the passing spring night outside the living room, and murmured to himself: "I'm not a Bodhisattva either, am I?"
...
I am not a Bodhisattva either. I am afraid only the old Taoist priests understand this.
White, Ksitigarbha can understand it.
Strictly speaking, there is no difference between Li Xiuyuan and Chu Feng and Hua Tianyu, as well as Ximen Lone Star, Huangfu Qingmei and others.
He is just a monk, a monk who wants to survive on the road of spiritual practice.
He also wants the years to be peaceful, and does not want to have to face endless ups and downs along the way. From time to time, he will have to fight to the death with the demons and monsters in the world.
When the early morning sun shines into the temple, the craftsmen begin a new day of work.
I copied Buddhist scriptures for a while and had breakfast.
Li Xiuyuan came all the way down the mountain and sat down in front of a stone flat halfway up the mountain.
Behind him stood a stone tablet with the four words "Return to shore" engraved on it.
There were four people sitting on the stone bench in front of Shiping. One of them was old man Gongyang Bo. The old man went to the middle of the mountain to send a message to Li Xiuyuan, saying that an elder from the Duanmu family in Tianshui Town was here.
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but let out a long sigh when he thought of Duanmu Qingyun who had come to trouble him before.
The old man was asked to wait in the middle of the mountain with the Duanmu family members. He did not want to fight with the elders of the Duanmu family in front of the Buddhas, let alone take action in front of a few craftsmen.
Gongyang Bo pointed to the old man with a weathered face and gray hair in front of him and said, "This is Elder Duanmu Fengyun of the Duanmu family."
He pointed at a man in black shirt, who was in his forties, and said to a man in green shirt, with a determined look on his face, who looked to be only about twenty-five years old.
"This is Duanmu Wuhui, the law enforcement elder of the Duanmu family, and Duanmu Qing, a descendant of the Duanmu family. If you have anything to say, please chat while I go up and watch the craftsmen at work."
After speaking, the old man cupped his hands with the three people in front of him and pointed at a man in a black shirt with a black cloth covering his face.
Li Xiuyuan.
He said softly: "This is the master of Yunqi Temple you are looking for on this trip, Mr. Li Xiuyuan."
Li Xiuyuan waved to the old man and said, "Senior, please bring the tea set in the living room here, so I can entertain guests here."
The old man was stunned, looked up at the stone monument and said with a smile, "That's good, I'll go right away."
After saying that, I felt like a breeze and walked all the way up the mountain.
As the eldest elder of the Duanmu family, Duanmu Fengyun did not expect that the person he was looking for turned out to be a boy who was only thirteen years old.
It seemed that the boy was still blind, and he felt really depressed for a while.
Even so, he still met Li Xiuyuan.
He asked: "Meng Wuhen, who comes from the Meng family in the imperial city, said that Duanmu Qingyun of our Duanmu family died here, but what did the young master do?"
Li Xiuyuan replied calmly: "When you come down from the mountain, you should see the stone tablet of 'Cihang Pudu'. There is also a stone tablet of 'Turn back and find the shore..."
"This is a peaceful place for Buddhism. It is not the territory of your Duanmu family, nor is it the fiefdom of the Meng family in the imperial city."
Looking at the stone tablet standing in the mountain, Li Xiuyuan replied coldly: "Not only Duanmu Qingyun died, but also five hundred imperial soldiers from the imperial city!"
"Boom!" A loud noise exploded in the sky, and a thunder struck the sky of Furong Town.
In just a moment, the sky suddenly became much gloomier, and even the previous sun was half covered by the drifting clouds.
I don’t know if it will be the last spring rain or a heavy rain in early summer.
After hearing what Li Xiuyuan said, the eldest elder of the Duanmu family could not help but look at
The stone monument in front of me and the sudden clouds in the sky.
This thunder was too sudden, as if it was warning Li Xiuyuan who was sitting on the stone bench, and it also seemed to be warning the three people of the Duanmu family that this was the pure land of Buddhism.
The young Duanmu Qing gave a sharp shout: "This is impossible. How can the Imperial City's imperial army come to this remote place?"
"Sit down and listen to what Mr. Li has to say."
As a law enforcement elder, Duanmu Wuhui moved his mouth. The thunder just now also startled him. He believed that the young man in front of him would not say such words out of thin air.
Although he believed that as long as he took action, he could kill the opponent in front of him, but he wanted to know the cause and effect of this incident.
He believed that Duanmu Qingyun alone would not be able to mobilize five hundred forbidden troops from the imperial city to this far north.
Unless Meng Wuhen lied to them and wanted to use the Duanmu family's help to eliminate the roots for him.
And he wouldn't do such a thing, and neither would the Duanmu family.
He even had some doubts, why had there been no murders on the streets in Tianshui Town for decades or hundreds of years, but Meng Wuhen had one of his legs chopped off when he arrived?
The great elder Duanmu Fengyun waved his hand to ask Duanmu Qing to calm down and sighed leisurely.
Talk to Li Xiuyuan: "Meng Wuhen from the Meng family in the imperial city had one of his legs chopped off by a teenage girl in Tianshui Town, and then he came to find us..."
The old man spent a while telling Li Xiuyuan what Meng Wuhen said.
At this time, Gongyang Bo had already brought all the things to cook for the guests and put them on the stone table.
After thinking for a while, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked with a frown: "Today I only have
I'm afraid there will be visitors again... How about we let the craftsmen in this temple rest for half a day and pay them the wages? "
The old man had a bad premonition. As the saying goes, good things come in pairs and misfortunes never come alone.
Now that people from the Tianshui Duanmu Family have found this place today, it is very likely that other people will come here to cause trouble.
The craftsmen on the mountain were innocent. The old man, like Li Xiuyuan, did not want blood in the eyes of these craftsmen.
Li Xiuyuan sighed softly and smiled bitterly at the old man: "In that case, let them go down the mountain after lunch. They will rest for half a day today."
After finishing speaking, he continued to explain to Duanmu Fengyun: "The mountain is still hiring craftsmen to shape the golden bodies of Bodhisattvas and Arhats, so it is not convenient to entertain the three of them in the temple."
The Great Elder Duanmu Fengyun was startled when he heard this. Then he thought of the purpose of the three of them, and immediately understood Li Xiuyuan's intention.
He said calmly: "Well, sir, please tell us the cause of this matter."
"This is something..."
Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand and pulled the old man Gong Yangbo to sit down next to him. He watched Gong Yangbo light the small stove and boil water, preparing to make tea for the guests.
Since the Duanmu family didn't shout or kill them, he had no choice but to treat them with courtesy.
Pointing to the old man in front of him, Gong Yangbo, he said: "This matter starts with senior. I met senior in the mountains that day, and had no choice but to turn back and stay in the forest for one more night..."
"I looked back for two days in a row. On the third day, I met my current female disciple Hua Jiao. God warned me not to look back three times, so I didn't look back..."
"It was precisely because of Huajiao that I didn't look back, so I had a relationship with her.
Some causes and effects..."
Quietly, after meeting Huajiao, Li Xiuyuan returned to Furong Town all the way, and then stayed at the inn to stay in the mountains. Xiaodieer followed Huajiao to Wanping Town to beat his brother.
Hua Yiyi was beaten to death by Meng Wuhen from the Meng family in the imperial city, Huajiao returned to her hometown with her younger brother's body, and Wen Ziwei from the Wen family refused to be humiliated and committed suicide in the Meng family.
They were laid out one by one.
The three members of the Duanmu family were stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Gongyang Bo silently poured a cup of spring tea for the four people in front of him.
Li Xiuyuan said coldly: "Nearly everyone in Wanping Town knows about this..."
"Later, the Meng family wanted to eradicate the problem, so they sent people to Furong Town to burn down the old house of the Huajiao family. Fortunately, I called Huajiao to the temple on the mountain that night."
The old man Gong Yangbo took a sip of tea and sighed: "Everyone in Furong Town knows about this. You must know that it was winter, so they are so cruel and want to kill a girl?"
"Bang!" With a loud sound, Duanmu Qing slapped his palm on the stone bench.
He roared angrily: "It turned out to be the Meng Mansion, but they were robbing civilian girls. Isn't this a person who bullies good and fears evil?"
The great elder Duanmu Fengyun patted his shoulder gently and said, "Don't be impulsive. Listen to what Mr. Li has to say."
Duanmu Wuhui, the law enforcement elder, said with emotion: "Even the Duanmu family in Tianshui will not tolerate their disciples doing such unscrupulous things."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "Not only did they burn Sichuan peppercorns at home, they also chased me all the way to the temple on the mountain. What do you think I, the master, should do?"
Duanmuqing was stunned when he heard this and replied coldly:
"Kill them!"
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