Light rain in the morning.
Huajiao woke up early and didn't bother to wash up, so he rushed into the living room, only to see the old man Gongyang Bo sitting quietly in it, with a pot of water boiling in front of him, making a whining sound.
Huajiao was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Senior, where is my husband?"
The old man sighed softly, but what he saw in his eyes was the man who woke up in the blink of an eye, looked at each other, smiled, and held up two umbrellas.
In the mist and rain, one held an oil-paper umbrella and went downwards, while the other turned and went upwards, like people from two different worlds.
Looking at Huajiao, he smiled and said: "They are too miserable and tired. They have gone back to the house to rest. Just when you wake up, I have to go down the mountain to rest. When your husband wakes up, you can call me up the mountain."
Huajiao said "Oh" and asked again: "Sir, did you get any results from what happened yesterday? Will you wake up tomorrow and have another fight?"
The old man stood up and walked out, waving his hand and saying, "I don't know either. When your husband wakes up, you can ask him yourself."
Huajiao looked at the old man's back and rushed out, handing over the umbrella in his hand: "It's raining on the stone steps, senior, be careful when going down the mountain."
The old man nodded and walked all the way out of the temple.
It was windy and rainy last night, but even so, Li Xiuyuan and Helian Mingyue couldn't get the results they wanted because Her Majesty the Queen didn't give him a promise.
Likewise, he would not tell Helian Mingyue that Wu Xin had stepped into the realm of mortal transformation and would one day be transformed into a saint.
He just wanted to make this woman believe that although he had been crazy, he would still abide by the rules and principles of heaven and earth.
After reincarnation, there is a new life, and even he will not disturb Ximen Xiaoyu's next life.
And Helian Mingyue, who spent countless mental and physical energy in a day, also knew that there was no way to achieve an outcome with the young man in front of him.
So the two of them returned to the middle of Yunqi Temple, and each went to rest and meditate in the rain and fog on the mountain.
Make an agreement to continue the previous topic after waking up.
When Qingfeng woke up, he did not ask where his husband was, but continued his practice. Whether he was there or not, he chanted and copied sutras and practiced swordplay. This was his personal matter.
After Xiao Die'er woke up, she ran to the living room and looked at Hua Jiao, who was in a daze. She stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of her eyes.
"Junior sister, where has my master gone? Why is there no one in the middle of the mountain?"
Huajiao took her little hand and sat down next to him, smiling slightly: "Sir, he is tired and has gone back to the house to rest. Senior has also gone down the mountain and gone home."
When Xiao Die'er heard that her husband had returned to the temple, she was not in a hurry to ask him questions.
She is like a crow. The master has not woken up. No one can disturb him, not even her.
On this day, the villagers in the town discovered that most of the Imperial Guards at the foot of the mountain had left, and even more of the Imperial Guards outside the town had left in one day.
The Queen who came down the mountain asked the old eunuch to lead the palace maids and eunuchs to lead the group back to the imperial city. Only the general of the Imperial Guard was left with a hundred Imperial Guards to maintain a guard of honor at the foot of the Yunqi Temple mountain.
When the old eunuch saw that Her Majesty the Queen had put away her thoughts of waging war, she was naturally happy to obey her orders and left quietly with the large group of people early in the morning.
Even Yun Qingjiao also left early with the old eunuch. The leader was not here. As a saint, she had to go back and take charge of the trivial matters in the church for the master.
Although she doesn't understand it very well at the moment, fortunately there are a few sensible elders in the church who can teach her how to behave.
Only Helian Ruoxue refused to leave and stayed in the inn, waiting for her aunt to give her a result.
Not long after, seeing that her aunt hadn't woken up yet, she exchanged a few words with the maid at the inn and the imperial guards guarding the door, and came to Yunqi Temple on the mountain.
I wonder if her aunt will catch her and return to the imperial city. She wants to go up the mountain to see the breeze, and then go to the pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures.
But she didn't expect that when she went up the mountain and entered the living room, Qingfeng, Huajiao, and Xiaodieer went to the hillside behind to turn over the vegetable patch.
Pull out the old vegetable stalks and plow the land again to plant autumn vegetables.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan sitting at the table holding a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, Helian Ruoxue smiled lightly: "Sir, I woke up earlier than my aunt. When I went out, she was still sleeping."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and replied: "Sit down and have a cup of hot tea."
After saying that, he took down the water that had just been boiled and started to warm the pot, wash the cups and make tea. Helian Ruoxue thought for a while and sat down next to the table instead of looking for Qingfeng.
It wasn't until the two of them were holding a cup of spiritual tea that Li Xiuyuan asked: "Why did you go up the mountain? Why don't you wait for your aunt to wake up at the bottom?"
Helian Mingyue took a sip of the spiritual tea and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that my aunt will take me back to the imperial city tomorrow. I want to stay with Qingfeng for a while longer, sit in the pavilion and read the Buddhist scriptures."
Hearing this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh, thought for a moment, and then handed Helian Ruoxue a scroll of Buddhist scriptures he had placed on the table.
Before she could make a sound of surprise, she smiled and said, "I copied this Buddhist scripture a long time ago. There are things you want to see in it. Take it home and read it slowly."
Helian Ruoxue held the Buddhist scripture in her hand and was so stunned that she could not speak.
This volume of Buddhist scriptures might be nothing to others, but to her it was much heavier than a mountain.
Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "This Buddhist scripture is different from the one in the pavilion, but it is the one I carved in the Ksitigarbha Buddhist Hall. Different Buddhist scriptures have different meanings."
"Thank you, sir."
Helian Ruoxue is different from other disciples of the Zoroastrian Cult. She is a disciple of Helian Mingyue, but not a disciple of the Zoroastrian Cult.
She has no objection to Buddhism, Taoism, or fire worship. She likes books that allow her to learn new knowledge. This is why Helian Mingyue likes her.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and asked: "The princess is so smart, why doesn't your aunt let you be the saint of the Zoroastrian Cult?" This is something Li Xiuyuan can't understand.
Helian Ruoxue shook her head and replied softly: "My aunt said that her life has been too hard and tiring, and she wants me to live a simpler life in the future and not have to worry about the Holy Cult."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, and then was speechless for a long time.
Poor parents in the world, the Queen, who lost her own son, devoted all her love to Helian Ruoxue.
Nodding, Li Xiuyuan did not ask about the matter again, but looked at her and asked: "If there is anything else you need my help with, just say it."
The autumn wind blows, Helian Mingyue comes to the town, and Li Xiuyuan is already heartbroken.
Before leaving, he didn't mind doing something for Qingfeng and the princess, as long as he didn't violate his own principles.
The corner of Helian Ruoxue's mouth moved, and after thinking for a long time, she said timidly: "Sir, have you ever mentioned the matter between Qingfeng and me to my aunt?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan released his consciousness and looked at Qingfeng who was digging in the ground, Xiao Die'er standing by pulling grass and fertilizing Sichuan peppercorns, and sighed.
He replied: "I will discuss the matter between you and Qingfeng with your aunt at the end."
Helian Ruoxue's little face instantly turned red, and she said sheepishly, "Ruoxue has caused trouble for you, sir."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said: "There are some things I want to tell you, lest you blame me for not thinking about you and Qingfeng here."
Helian Ruoxue nodded: "Sir, please speak."
Li Xiuyuan said: "I didn't give any advice to Qingfeng, and naturally I won't interfere with your decision, but you have to think clearly about one thing. Qingfeng only has Buddhism in his heart right now, but he has no feelings between men and women."
You and Qingfeng are already great monks, and can be said to have endless time in the future. Naturally, youth will not fade away like people in the world, but you will not.
Qingfeng is a monk and you are the princess of the imperial dynasty. Even if your aunt does not object to the two of you, you still have to ask your parents for their consent.
If you really like Qingfeng, you might as well go back to the Imperial City with your aunt first, and then follow you to see Qingfeng when your aunt comes here next fall.
Five years? ten years? Still fifteen years later.
If your tenderness still cannot melt the rock of Qingfeng, the princess will have to consider whether he should be erased from your life.
I once said to my relatives: "If you give others a way to live, you are also giving yourself a way to live."
"Or, during the days when you are waiting hard, you will inadvertently meet a better person, and it happens that that person also likes you, Princess."
It wasn't until the two drank two cups of spiritual tea that Helian Ruoxue's frown gradually relaxed, and Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly.
He continued: "Love is both sweet and bitter. At least your aunt and Gong Yangbo have suffered a lot. Like your aunt, I hope your future will be simpler."
"Love is giving, but it is also receiving."
Li Xiuyuan put down the tea cup in his hand and said seriously: "Love that is not reciprocated by the other party is not love, and such love is not worthy of the princess's painful waiting."
Helian Ruoxue was shocked when she heard this and blurted out, "Doesn't it have anything to do with Buddhism or all the Buddhas?"
In her opinion, she was discussing the love affairs between men and women in the Buddhist hall of Yunqi Temple with her husband, which was a great disrespect to the Buddhas.
If you discuss such a topic in a Zoroastrian temple, you will be punished by the elders and aunts.
"O Buddhas"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the Buddhas of the three generations in the main hall, the Bodhisattvas in the purple bamboo forest, the group of Arhats, and the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and smiled lightly.
He replied: "Back then, my nephew went up the mountain to practice Buddhism three times, and came down the mountain three times to return to secular life for love. In my opinion, one can practice Buddhism on the mountain and down the mountain, as long as he has compassion and a Buddha in his heart."
This time, the two of them drank a pot of spiritual tea until it was tasteless, until Xiaodieer started screaming in the temple, and until Zanthoxylum bungeanum greeted the crows to go home.
Li Xiuyuan then explained in detail some of his and Wuxin's experiences in the Prajna Temple to the pure and flawless girl in front of him.
Helian Ruoxue's mood was agitated, and she heard that Li Xiuyuan was willing to enter the Three Lives Stone and enter Wu Xin's Three Lives Three Worlds in order to save Wu Xin.
Even Helian Ruoxue, Princess of the Imperial Dynasty, couldn't help but cover her mouth and shed a few lines of tears.
Under the uneasiness of Helian Ruoxue, Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Buddha said that trouble is Bodhi. As long as you understand the truth, joy will follow."
Helian Ruoxue nodded and asked softly: "I just went to sit in the pavilion for a while and saw the two lines of poems newly engraved on the tombstone. Was that written by Mr. What a beautiful artistic conception?"
"And I'll be with you forever, so I don't have to worry about missing each other in life and death."
Helian Ruoxue sighed repeatedly and silently put away the Buddhist scriptures that Li Xiuyuan gave her. This was her treasure.
"That poem."
Li Xiuyuan laughed lightly: "That was written by that idiot Wu Xin for Jasmine of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect after he came down the mountain for the third time to return to secular life."
"You are not Jasmine, and Qingfeng is not Wuxin. I hope you can be simpler. If you don't love each other, let go of each other. On the contrary, even if Wuxin becomes the abbot, you can also return to secular life."
Speaking of this, Li Xiuyuan inadvertently thought of the young monk Wuliang of the Tang Dynasty.
However, Qingfeng is not Wuliang, and the Helian Ruoxue in front of her is not the woman of the merchant from Tianzhu in the Western Region.
Just like what he said to Xiao Juier on the snow-capped mountains: "There are no two identical leaves in the world, and naturally there are no two identical people."
Helian Ruoxue looked at the crows that staggered in from outside the temple, smiled lightly and said: "It turns out that sir is the Bodhisattva in the Buddhist hall."
(End of chapter)
