I don’t know how many times I cried in my dream, I don’t know how many times I laughed in my dream, and I don’t know how long it has been since I dreamed.
Helian Mingyue got up early, leaned against the window and stared at the waterfall outside the window in a daze.
The river is long and endless day and night. She just wants to embrace the river at the foot of the mountain and rush all the way to the sea, towards the sea she hates.
She was a little tired of this world.
Fortunately, she came here this autumn, allowing her to reunite with the boy she had met briefly that day. After a fight, they talked about some thoughts that she could not talk to others.
It's not bad to think about it, after all, she hasn't made a move with anyone in I don't know how many years.
After a big battle and a painful experience, let yourself vent your unsatisfactory feelings happily in that moment.
She released her consciousness and headed towards the mountain. This time, the formation on the mountain did not stop her.
She saw the old man who had gotten up early and walked in the mountains, and the young man who was washing himself and preparing to go to the Buddha to chant sutras.
I couldn't help but whisper in my heart: "You are not a monk, do you still have to get up early to go to the Buddha?"
Just when she was about to withdraw her consciousness and wash up, she accidentally saw two old people at the foot of the mountain, and Qingfeng, who was about to carry one of them up the mountain to see the Buddha.
He sighed softly: "Is this the smoke of fireworks in the world?"
Silently looking at Qingfeng carrying the old man on his back. There was no trace of complaint on his face, but a hint of tenderness. In her eyes, this tenderness was called compassion.
As soon as he thought about it, Helian Mingyue sighed softly, and his heart gradually softened.
Perhaps if a man like Qingfeng could let go of the Buddha on the mountain, he might actually be a good match for Ruoxue.
The morning mist in the mountains has not cleared, and there is no one around. From time to time, the chirping of birds can be heard from the towering old trees. The woman at the bottom of the mountain is sitting on the stone steps, obviously waiting for the breeze to finish carrying her wife, and then carry her up.
I don’t know what happened, but on this day, Old Meng and his wife wanted to go up the mountain to see the Buddha and the young man in the temple.
Helian Mingyue sighed softly and looked at the closed door. It was obvious that Helian Ruoxue was still dreaming.
Closing her eyes, Helian Mingyue released her spiritual consciousness to touch the morning mist in the mountains, to listen to the singing of birds, to feel the joy of the two old men, and to appreciate the mercy of the breeze.
...
Not long after, when Li Xiuyuan was reciting half a volume of Buddhist scriptures in front of the Buddha, Qingfeng helped the two old people into the hall.
The two old men did not disturb Li Xiuyuan who was chanting sutras. Instead, they lit incense and offered it in front of the Buddha. Then they sat down on the futon and listened to the sutras quietly.
Qingfeng saw the two old men calm down and started chanting sutras along with her husband.
Half an hour passed like this, and when Li Xiuyuan finished reciting a volume of Buddhist scriptures, Old Meng said, "The old man is thirsty. Can you give me a sip of water, sir?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this, then after thinking for a while he got up and walked to the Buddha. He poured two cups of spring water that he had found from the mountains in the morning to offer to the Buddha, and handed them to the two old men respectively.
He smiled and said: "This is the spring water that I went to the mountains to find for Buddha in the early morning. You two will take a sip first, and then go to the living room to serve tea."
Old Man Meng laughed and said: "This water is good. It is a blessing for us and our husband to be able to drink the spring water dedicated to the Buddhas."
Qingfeng was stunned when he heard this, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "Sir, isn't this just a pot of spring water from the mountain?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said: "The spring water in the mountains can water flowers and grow vegetables, wash your body, make offerings to Buddha, and cleanse your heart..."
Old Meng, the old woman heard the words and praised: "Sir, the Dharma is profound, he is really a master in this world."
Helian Mingyue, who was sitting quietly in the living room, did not open her eyes. After hearing this, she whispered softly: "Could it be that you are really a Buddha in the world?"
Qingfeng was silent for a while, then replied with a smile: "Thank you, sir."
Li Xiuyuan turned around, looked at the two old men and said with a smile: "Senior Gongyang is already making tea in the living room, do you two want to move?"
After hearing this, Old Man Meng cupped his hands and thanked him: "Thank you sir, we and I will sit in front of this Buddha for a while, and then go see him after we are done."
The old man went up the mountain and listened to the Buddhist sutras recited by Li Xiuyuan, and felt much calmer. Now he wants to sit here quietly and chat with the Buddhas for a while.
Li Xiuyuan and Qingfeng smiled: "Qingfeng is here to accompany the two seniors. If you two want to go down the mountain after breakfast later, please see me off..."
Qingfeng replied: "Don't worry, sir."
Back in the living room, Gongyang Bo had returned from a walk in the mountains and was boiling water to make tea.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan walking in, he asked: "His Majesty will go up the mountain in a moment. Are you entertaining guests at the middle of the mountain, or are you here?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied: "Let Huajiao set up a table in the pavilion later, and we will go there."
The old man thought about it and replied: "That's fine. I can settle the relationship between Huajiao and Meng's family in front of the grave, and it will also allow her to see the scenery on this mountain. Not bad."
Li Xiuyuan was silent for a moment.
He already had a strong sense of separation in his heart, but he didn't expect that in the last days, the old man who first came to the mountain to see the Buddha would come again...
Is this providence or accident?
The moment he turned around to pour water, he silently poured two drops of water from the Divine River into the kettle offered to the Buddha...
He doesn't need the two old men to thank him. He just wants to give the old man a glimmer of hope and the villagers down the mountain a hope...
Just like what he said to Gongyang Bo, you have to have hope. What if it really comes true one day?
In front of this old man who was kind-hearted but failed to enjoy a better life, he decided to give the old man a hope and also give Helian Mingyue a glimmer of hope.
As long as today, Helian Mingyue can let go of the Queen's reserve, erase the hatred in her heart, and give him a promise.
He is willing to fulfill the fate of these two miserable people. After all, life lies in the way of heaven and is also in his hands.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan looked at the old man in front of him and smiled: "I'll talk to her in a while, but don't go..."
Old Gongyang Bo blushed, thinking that Li Xiuyuan was going to continue the topic from last night. He didn't know what to do for a moment, so he could only mutter to himself: "That's fine, I'll accompany Mr. Meng and his wife."
After breakfast and dinner, Huajiao and Xiaodieer set up a table in the pavilion on the mountain and moved everything for tea.
Xiaodie'er filled a bucket of spring water and placed it in the pavilion. She looked at Huajiao and smiled: "Junior sister, the master won't fight with the queen today, right?"
"Since we invited you to the mountain, it shouldn't happen, right?" Huajiao replied cautiously.
While waiting for the two of them to return to the living room, Li Xiuyuan spoke to Huajiao and asked her to take Crow Crow and Xiaodie'er for a stroll in the town.
Xiaodie'er's eyes lit up when she heard this, she clapped her little hands and said, "It's good now...I'll go and wake up my junior brother."
Huajiao sighed and asked carefully: "Sir, do you really want nothing?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled and replied: "Can you carry it on your back?"
Huajiao nodded: "Don't worry, sir, I'll take care of this. We'll buy more food later."
...
Not long after, Helian Mingyue led Helian Ruoxue all the way up to Yunqi Temple.
After walking around the temple and looking at the Buddhas, Qingfeng said to Helian Ruoxue: "That princess, sir, is waiting for Your Majesty in the pavilion. Please..."
"I'll take my aunt to see my husband. Qingfeng, you can go about your own business."
Helian Ruoxue waved to Qingfeng, smiled slightly and said, "It seems that sir is in a good mood today and wants to entertain aunt in the pavilion."
After speaking, Lala took Helian Mingyue's hand and walked all the way outside the temple.
Qingfeng, who was copying Buddhist scriptures, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. After all, he did not see Her Majesty the Queen last night.
Walking in the mountains, Helian Mingyue said lightly: "To be honest, do you like this guy?"
"Aunt..." Helian Mingyue called out awkwardly, and his face suddenly turned red.
Helian Mingyue didn't seem to care at all, but she turned her eyes and sighed softly when she saw Li Xiuyuan sitting quietly in the pavilion.
He said quietly: "Compared with Li Xiuyuan, Qingfeng is still a little behind, not only in terms of cultivation of Buddhism."
"Auntie talks nonsense, how can Qingfeng compare with sir?"
Helian Ruoxue said angrily: "Sir, you can fight with your aunt to the heavens and the earth, no matter the outcome, how can Qingfeng dare to fight back with you?"
Helian Mingyue was startled, then laughed, stretched out his hand to hold her hand and walked towards the pavilion, his eyes full of smiles.
He greeted me from a distance: "I said, it's already the beginning of autumn. Are you making tea and entertaining guests here, aren't you afraid that I will freeze?"
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting in the pavilion, did not get up to greet him, but pointed to the Peach Blossom River down the mountain and sighed.
"I sit here and regard a river of spring water as a river of autumn water. I am waiting for you. Why does your majesty care about the coolness in the autumn wind?"
Helian Ruoxue stood behind her aunt, speechless for a moment.
After a moment of silence, he said to Li Xiuyuan: "Sir, I will go to accompany the senior in the living room. You and your aunt can enjoy the scenery here."
After finishing speaking, Helian Mingyue turned around and hurried away without waiting for Helian Mingyue to speak.
The girl's intuition told her that today's husband was probably going to tell her aunt about her affair with Qingfeng.
...
The sky is gradually getting brighter, with half clouds and half sunshine in the sky. Such a day is suitable for making tea in the mountains and admiring the scenery above and below.
The cool autumn wind blew into the pavilion, but Helian Mingyue didn't notice it because her eyes were placed on the Buddhist scriptures on the iron pillars in front of her.
He stretched out his hand to touch the cold Buddhist scriptures, but felt two sword intentions flowing between his fingers.
And these two different sword intentions were very quiet at the moment, not invading each other, giving her a cold and gentle feeling.
Feeling Helian Mingyue's ups and downs of emotions, Li Xiuyuan said lightly: "This iron pillar has been polished much smoother by the hands of the princess and Qingfeng!"
Without waiting for Helian Mingyue to reply, he continued: "Apart from Qingfeng Ruoxue, I don't know how many people will be able to see the sword intention between the lines..."
Helian Mingyue quietly touched each Buddhist scripture, trying to feel what Ruoxue was like when she sat here.
After a long time, he asked: "Is it possible that Ruoxue and Qingfeng were the first to see these two different sword intentions?"
Li Xiuyuan nodded: "Qingfeng saw the flames, and Ruoxue felt the drop of Ruoshui. They both have clean and intelligent minds."
Helian Mingyue had thousands of thoughts running through her mind, but she still couldn't think of how one person could have two completely different sword intentions and still reveal them between the lines.
After a while, he said: "I will take Ruoxue back to the palace in a few days, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to see the sword intent in it..."
"That's okay. I gave the princess a scroll of Buddhist scriptures yesterday, and there are things she wants to see in it. Even when she returns home, she can study it carefully."
Li Xiuyuan replied while boiling water: "As long as you think about it in your heart, no matter how difficult the problem is, there is a way to solve it."
Hearing this, Helian Mingyue's eyes flashed with light, she looked at him and smiled and said, "Is it possible that you regard Qingfeng Ruoxue as your disciple?"
Smiling slightly, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied: "I'm just a passerby who comes and goes in a hurry. I can't be their teacher. I can only leave them something they want."
Helian Mingyue frowned and fell silent for a moment.
Sitting in the pavilion, looking at the Peach Blossom River at the foot of the mountain, thinking about what the young man said just now, that spring water in a river can be regarded as autumn water.
What kind of exquisite mind do you have to have such a feeling?
After pondering for a moment, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "I heard from Gongyang Bo, are you going to take away that Huajiao girl?"
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan was silent for a long time before saying: "She is a disciple that I am willing to accept, because her relatives have left, and I think I can give her a future..."
Helian Mingyue's eyes wandered, and she couldn't help but whisper: "You are too thoughtful, why don't you become a monk."
