Thinking of Fangcun Mountain back then, thinking of Wu Xin’s practice in Prajna Temple, but in the end, after reincarnation, he let go of his love for three lives.
At that time, Nangong Ruyu grew up by her side, although Xiaohua was always by her side.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I don't want to experience such a thing again in the future."
After talking for a while and thinking about it for a while, Li Xiuyuan became more and more depressed as he thought about it, as if his breath was stuck in his chest and he couldn't express it for a while.
Regardless of whether Nangong Ruyu reunited with her mother and went to Phoenix Valley to practice, or whether Xiaodie'er could return to Ding'an City to visit her relatives one day.
All of this, after all, will leave him one day like a breeze in the mountains.
Just like back then, Xiaoqing spent all his life and death trying to find a spiritual tea plant so that Xiaoqing could reach nirvana. But it was different later. He clapped his hands and left with his father, the Immortal Emperor.
Just like Xiao Hei and Yan'er, there is a breeze in the end, just like a flowery event in late spring.
No one can keep the flowers on the branches.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but complain: "Think about it, it's better to be a Bodhisattva. I have great love. I love everyone, but I don't love anyone. I don't have to worry about someone."
Ksitigarbha smiled slightly, looked at him and said with a smile: "Are you a cultivator, so you have become stupid because of your cultivation?"
"Roughly the same."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied: "Forget it, let's not talk about them. Let's talk about myself. My master didn't explain it clearly to me. I will ask the Bodhisattva today."
"What's the matter with you? Tell me..." Jizo replied.
Li Xiuyuan was not in a hurry, but took out a small jar of black bean wine and took another
He took two wine glasses and placed them in front of him, slowly poured them into the glasses, and then handed one to Jizo.
He smiled and said, "Have a drink first."
It wasn't until the two of them took a sip that he sighed and asked, "Bodhisattva, what kind of journey do I have to reach heaven? If my friends are like me, will they get lost?"
From Li Xiuyuan's point of view, he had lost the direction of travel, not to mention those friends in the Shura Heaven Realm, as well as Sister Li Qiushui and others in the Savage World.
Even Xiaodie'er's father and mother, Huangfu Qingmei, might get lost on the way forward.
Ji Zang held a glass of wine and nodded silently.
He said softly: "Your master didn't tell you because he was afraid of disturbing your Taoist mind. Now that you are asking, it's time for me to give you some answers."
Quietly, the Bodhisattva was silent for a long time before sighing.
He said quietly: "In other words, if we compare you to Tripitaka who went to Tianzhu in the Western Region to obtain Buddhist scriptures, think about when did your journey to heaven begin and when did it end?"
No matter how smart Li Xiuyuan was, he never expected that the Bodhisattva would tell him about Monk Tripitaka of the Tang Dynasty at this time.
The monk who had disappeared from his life and spent his whole life just to obtain and translate scriptures.
Looking back on Sanzang's life, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but murmured: "Is it possible that when he left Chang'an, he had already embarked on a lifelong journey?"
"Finally, in the Chang'an Buddhist Hall, in my arms, in front of the Bodhisattva, after nirvana, he completed his lifelong journey to heaven?"
Sanzang's life, from his first meeting in the snowy mountains, to his hard struggle with Wuliang and the others in the desert for 3800 miles, to finally their reunion in Chang'an...
like a flash of lightning
One by one they flashed through his mind, just like the meteors streaking across the long night, unable to catch a single trace.
For a moment, Li Xiuyuan said: "Everything is like a dream and a bubble, like dew and lightning, this is Tripitaka's life in the Tang Dynasty."
He knew that Sanzang went to the Buddhist country. If he could go to that sacred place one day, he might be able to meet Sanzang again.
I just don’t know whether Sanzang at that time would remember Li Xiuyuan of the Tang Dynasty, or whether Li Xiuyuan who went to the Buddhist Kingdom would still retain the memory of Sanzang?
Ksitigarbha sighed softly: "That's right, Sanzang's heart is in the Buddha's country. Since he left under the snow-capped mountains,
The monastery has already embarked on the heavenly path of his lifelong practice until the moment of nirvana. "
"What about mine? Where are my friends' paths to heaven?"
Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself: "I don't mind wandering in the heavens for ten years, or for a hundred years, but the state of mind of my friends may not be able to support that time."
In his opinion, whether it was Chu Feng who was in the seventh stage of the divine dragon, or Ximen Lone Star and Huangfu Qingmei who had the blood of the divine dragon.
I am afraid that their state of mind has not yet cultivated to the point where they can spend ten years or even a hundred years on the road to heaven.
If there is no hope, will they fall on the road that day?
The only person who can reassure him is Princess Qingyue, who has entered the Reincarnation Tower and experienced three reincarnations like himself.
I am afraid that only Qingyue's character can face the test of a hundred years of isolation and loneliness, and even despair.
Ksitigarbha sighed: "Their wishes are different from yours, and the natural cause and effect are different from yours. The road to heaven they will face is also much simpler. How can they compare with you?"
"Think carefully about the path you have taken. In my opinion, when you ascended from the Five Realms, you were swallowed by the black hole and went to the Shura Realm. You lost your memory for more than ten years..."
Ksitigarbha paused and said, "Perhaps from that time on, you have already been walking on the road to heaven."
...
It wasn't until he drank two glasses of black bean wine that Li Xiuyuan was silent for a long time before letting out a long sigh.
He laughed stupidly: "In my opinion, it should be on Luoxia Mountain, when the golden sign entered my body that day, and the master drank the wine I brewed and soared, and my journey began..."
Li Xiuyuan clearly remembers that at that time, the golden sign transformed from the jade plate entered his body, and he and his master had a karmic relationship, and only then did he have the stories that followed.
Otherwise, at best, like Sanzang, I might not even be able to go to the Buddhist Kingdom. I would just be a Taoist priest in the Shura Realm, or be a wine shopkeeper in Tianyu City.
Thinking about it, it was wrong. That sudden black hole should have been prepared by Master for himself.
It seems that Master's unreliability is no longer a matter of a day or two. He doesn't explain anything in detail to himself and always lets himself guess.
Jizo smiled faintly and replied: "That is the cause and effect of your master and disciple. From the beginning to the end, I have not interfered with the trajectory of your destiny. There are even some things that are beyond your master's expectations."
When Li Xiuyuan talked about his master, he didn't want to say more at the moment.
After all, according to the master's wishes, he never expected that he would experience so many things in Xuanwu Continent. He never expected that the opportunity hidden in the secret realm outside Tianluo City would be obtained by a woman.
There was silence for a long time.
Until Li Xiuyuan was really sleepy
Then he asked Ksitigarbha: "So Bodhisattva, what is my path in this world? I can't stay in this small town for ten years and be the abbot for ten years, right?"
Ksitigarbha shook his head: "I don't know either. Your path to legend is up to you to walk on your own, as long as you have no regrets and follow your heart."
After thinking about it, Ksitigarbha said again: "I'll tell you some good news. Your little Shenlong was out on this trip, but he got a lot of opportunities. He is even more powerful than your master, haha..."
Before Li Xiuyuan could ask again, Ksitigarbha waved his hand and disappeared into his dream again.
...
The long night passed, and the three members of the Duanmu family were hungover all night.
It wasn't until the old man Gongyang Bochen came to the inn in the middle of the night that he woke up the three of them.
After the four of them had breakfast, Duanmu Fengyun insisted on going up the mountain to see the Buddhas, met Li Xiuyuan once and said goodbye in person, and then left.
When he came to the foot of the mountain, Duanmu Qing squinted his eyes and looked at the stone steps in front of him in a daze. If he hadn't experienced the brutal fighting on the mountain road yesterday, he would have been in trouble.
It is impossible to tell that the stone steps in the mountain were once stained red and soaked with the blood of more than a dozen people.
What appeared in front of him was a long bluestone road, and the long stone steps were so clean.
A ray of skylight falls from under the sky, illuminating the stone slabs in the mountains
The road also shines on the green temple on the top of the mountain and the solemn building sign.
When the mountain breeze blows, there is a faint smell of green fruits, and the sandalwood overflows from the temple, which seems to tell the people at the foot of the mountain that the mountain is not high, but the Buddha is here.
The four of them climbed up the stairs and arrived at the mountain gate.
Duanmu Wuhui looked at the three words "Yunqi Temple" on the building sign and couldn't help but praise: "This temple
Does a name matter? "
Hearing this, the old man smiled and explained: "What Mr. means is, 'walk to a water-poor place and sit and watch the clouds rise. This is the truth. If he is inside, you can ask him."
Duanmu Fengyun also praised: "It is built on the mountain, and there are rivers in front of the door. It is really a treasure land."
Entering the main hall of the temple, several craftsmen were continuing to complete the remaining two golden statues of Arhat.
The three members of the Duanmu family offered incense and kowtowed to the Arhat for the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the three generations.
The old man then led the three of them to the Buddhist hall dedicated to Ksitigarbha, and explained: "On the second floor are the morning bells and evening drums of the temple, and below is the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
The four of them entered the Buddhist hall and found Li Xiuyuan sitting in front of the Buddha and chanting sutras.
After chatting with the Bodhisattva, Li Xiuyuan understood how to take the road in front of him. He no longer struggled with how to take the road to heaven. After getting up early to wash up, he came here to chant sutras.
Firstly, I wanted to thank the Bodhisattva for his guidance, and secondly, I wanted to use a volume of Buddhist scriptures to wash away the murderous aura in my heart.
By the time the four of them finished offering incense to the Bodhisattva, Li Xiuyuan had just finished reciting a volume of the Ksitigarbha Sutra.
Opening his eyes, Li Xiuyuan sighed as he looked at the three people in front of him, thinking that you have already seen the excitement, why are you still unwilling to leave?
Even so, he still stood up and said, "Since you have seen the Buddhas, let's go to the living room and drink a cup of hot tea."
Duanmu Qing looked at the young man in front of him and was so stunned that he couldn't speak.
After a while, he asked: "Excuse me, sir, since you are blind, how can you see us, see everything under the mountain, and even fight with others calmly?"
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this. As he walked out, he followed Duan Mufeng.
Yun said: "Didn't the Duanmu family teach their disciples to see the world with their heart?"
Duanmu Fengyun looked back at Duanmu Qing, shook his head, and smiled bitterly.
He replied: "Looking at the world with your heart should be a life-saving method that a monk should practice, but who really takes this matter seriously and learns it as a lesson?"
The old man Gongyang Bo sighed after hearing this: "It makes sense and everyone understands it. How many people actually practice it?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and sighed: "Think about it, if one day you are like me, how will you survive!"
Duanmu Wuhui's heart skipped a beat after hearing this, as if he was the young man in front of him, with his eyes covered with a piece of black cloth, and his eyes were completely dark...
With a sound of "Dang!", Duanmu Wuhui, who had just entered the country, bumped his head against the door of the Buddhist temple, making a muffled sound.
When I heard Duanmu Qing and Duanmu Fengyun, it was like morning bells and evening drums were ringing in my ears, and I couldn't help but shudder.
"Ah..." Duanmu Wuhui shouted in pain.
He looked up at Duanmu Fengyun beside him and said, "Interesting...Thank you sir for your teaching."
If hearing that the Dao broke through the realm yesterday made him feel happy, it was not until this moment when Duanmu Wuhui hit his head in front of the Buddha that he really felt that the young man in front of him could not be seen with his eyes.
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "I often tell Xiaodie'er and Huajiao not to believe everything they see with their own eyes."
Duanmu Wuhui praised: "I agree."
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