After drinking three glasses of spiritual wine, Li Xiuyuan cooked two more spiritual teas to entertain the guests.
Under the moonlight that filled the sky, the breeze supported the old man, Ruoxue supported her aunt, and Huajiao sent the group to the foot of the mountain.
Xiao Die'er and Crow Crow went back to the house early to rest. This was the master's rule and the two little guys were not allowed to stay up late if it was no big deal.
By the time Zanthoxylum bungeanum comes back, it's Haishi.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan who was sitting alone in the living room in a daze, Huajiao came in and sat down at the table, saying softly: "Sir, I just went to see my brother and sister..."
The thought of leaving is lingering, and even Zanthoxylum bungeanum cannot leave the plants and trees here, not to mention that my younger brothers and sisters are still sleeping here.
Li Xiuyuan sighed, poured her a cup of hot tea, and said, "The deceased has entered reincarnation. He will no longer be your brother in the next life. You have to let go of everything in Furong Town."
Huajiao stayed in a daze for a long time, then sighed softly and said: "Okay, Huajiao will go with Mr. to see the outside world."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, waved his hand and said, "Go to rest early."
Huajiao smiled lightly: "Sir, would you like to cook more porridge tomorrow?"
Li Xiuyuan thought about the appearance of the four of them today and couldn't help but smile: "Then cook one more pot."
That night, Li Xiuyuan sat in front of Ksitigarbha until the moon was high in the sky, until the time of Chou.
Ksitigarbha looked at Li Xiuyuan in front of the Buddha speechlessly. He had already said what he wanted to say, but he could not get rid of the feeling of parting in Li Xiuyuan's heart.
The crow in the dream shouted: "Sister Peacock, I am here with my husband."
In the inn at the foot of the mountain, Helian Mingyue and Helian Ruoxue were in the process of transformation. This night was a night that changed the lives of these two women.
In the old man's home, Qingfeng, who had gone to bed early, turned over in his dream and dreamed that he had become a Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar.
The old man was half asleep, half awake, as if he had broken down, and as if he had died overnight. Then, he was like a seed buried in the ground in spring, sprouting under the nourishment of rain...
Even the withered flowers, plants and trees in front and behind the old man's house also regained their spring overnight.
That night, Qingfeng in his dream was like an old man, struggling so much that he didn't wake up until it was almost midnight.
Halfway through the hour, Li Xiuyuan took Xiao Die'er's hand, Xiao Die'er hugged the crow who was still dreaming, and the peppercorns covered the door of Yunqi Temple...
The master and apprentice, who had hurriedly eaten porridge, headed down the mountain through the morning mist.
The moment she walked down the last stone step, Huajiao couldn't help but turn her head and look at the pavilion on the top of the mountain, and burst into tears.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said: "Go and have a rest, go and have a rest. This time you go back, it will be heaven and earth... don't look back."
Xiao Die'er thought for a moment and said, "If junior sister is reluctant to leave, you can stay here."
In her opinion, when she left Ding'an City with her master, she was not as sad as Huajiao, not to mention that Huajiao no longer had any relatives here.
Huajiao wiped away her tears and said, "Senior sister, don't laugh at me."
The crow in the dream said something in his sleep: "Senior sister, the peacock is waiting for us..."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at Xiao Die'er and asked: "Xiao Die'er, who is the peacock?"
"That little guy..."
I took the master's hand and chatted non-stop all the way until I saw all the long streets of the town, walked down the long stone steps on the pier, and stepped onto the fishing boat that I had ordered yesterday...
Standing on the bow of the boat, looking back, I saw a waterfall coming from the sky, and the temple on the mountain was hidden in the heavy clouds and mist.
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but murmured: "If I go back to Yangguan thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay... Please take care of me."
Huajiao shouted in the cabin: "Sir, come inside, it's foggy on the river."
Xiao Die'er touched the crow's nearly full feathers and smiled: "I wonder if junior brother's feathers will grow in full when we reach the East China Sea?"
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It was past half hour, but the breeze did not wake the old man up. He hurried up the mountain... pushed open the ajar door of the temple and came to the main hall.
I saw in front of the Buddha were placed the fresh fruits that I had just bought yesterday, the oil lamp was bright, a stick of fragrance was about to burn out, and the clean water in the cup had been replaced...
When he came to the living room again, he saw a pot of freshly cooked porridge placed in the hall, and several notes on the table, one of which was obviously for him and the old man.
It read: "Qingfeng, you don't have to go down the mountain to live tonight."
When Qingfeng saw it, he sat down at the table in a daze, muttering to himself: "Sir, you really left."
Huajiao and Xiaodie'er's rooms had already been tidied up, and even Li Xiuyuan's room was also tidied up.
Qingfeng released his spiritual consciousness and looked up the river. He saw that the river was flowing slowly and there was no trace of Mr. and his party.
"Qingfeng, where is your husband?"
There was still a quarter of an hour before the end of the day. As Qingfeng was sitting in front of the Buddha and chanting sutras, Old Meng's voice came to his ears. After a while, the couple had already entered the main hall.
Opening his eyes in the breeze, he looked at the couple in front of him who seemed fifty years younger overnight, and asked quietly: "Are you two..."
A quarter of an hour passed before Qingfeng could recover from the shock.
Helian Ruoxue's voice sounded in the temple: "Qingfeng, have you seen sir?"
Before she finished speaking, Helian Ruoxue, who was blushing, took her aunt's hand and walked into the Buddhist hall. She looked at Qingfeng who was sitting in front of the Buddha, holding a scroll of Buddhist scriptures in her hand and shouted softly.
"Oh my god, Qingfeng, have you broken through again? Why have you changed back to your previous appearance..."
Qingfeng looked at the strange woman behind Helian Ruoxue, thought for a moment, stood up and replied: "Everyone, please go to the living room to drink tea."
When the group of people came to the living room and sat down, Helian Ruoxue was stunned when she looked at the pot of porridge on the table, and said in a daze, "Sir, did you prepare porridge for aunt?"
There was no wind or rain all night, but like the Helian Mingyue that had struggled all night in the stormy waves, it glowed with its beautiful face.
Even the fish lines at the corners of her eyes and a trace of white hair were replaced overnight by the empress with blue silk hair.
But he looked at the note on the table and was speechless.
He murmured: "Autumn walks quietly through the fog, and we meet again in the sky... You actually left without saying goodbye. How can we feel so embarrassed?"
Old Meng, who returned to his middle-aged appearance overnight, didn't know that his Majesty the Queen was in front of him.
He took Qingfeng's hand and asked: "Mr. Qingqing has left... We and I just drank a bowl of water in front of the Buddha yesterday. When we got up today..."
Qingfeng looked at Old Meng and his wife who had returned to their middle-aged appearance and shook their heads: "Sir, he will not come back. This is Her Majesty the Queen..."
When the couple heard this, they were so frightened that they quickly kowtowed to Helian Mingyue.
Helian Mingyue waved her hand to help the two of them up, looked at Helian Ruoxue and said with a wry smile: "Sir, you have gone, and you will have to rely on your own practice in the future."
Helian Ruoxue sat down softly against the table and couldn't help complaining: "Huajiao and Xiaodie'er didn't know how to tell me, so I might as well have sent them off."
"I just asked you to give it away, what else can you do? Hold Xiao Die'er and cry for a while?"
Waving her hand, Helian Mingyue said calmly: "Eat porridge, don't let your husband down."
Old Meng trembled and glanced at Qingfeng. Qingfeng moved two stools and placed them next to the desk by the window, and gave the couple a bowl of porridge.
Then he went to the pot in the kitchen, took out the fried vegetables and pickles, divided them into two portions and placed them on the two tables.
Then he looked at Helian Ruoxue and said with a bitter smile, "I wonder what Senior Gongyang Bo will become like?"
Helian Mingyue was stunned. At this moment, he thought of the rebellious words Li Xiuyuan said before, and couldn't help but blush instantly.
Looking at the two people, he said, "Let's eat porridge first."
On this day, until Old Meng and his wife came down the mountain, until it was almost noon, Qingfeng had already prepared lunch.
Wearing a green shirt, he has returned to his former appearance, and the black-haired male scholar, who is no more than thirty years old, has arrived belatedly.
Even though Helian Mingyue was thinking that there would be an astonishing change, she didn't expect that the man in green shirt in front of her still startled her and asked, "Who are you?"
In desperation, Gongyang Bo had no choice but to raise his hands and said: "Your Majesty, can you find Mr. Li? Is it possible..."
"That's right, their master and apprentice left here by boat early in the morning and went to the East China Sea..."
Helian Mingyue pointed at the note and smiled bitterly: "This is what he left for us. It's just two sentences. Do you think it's funny or not?"
Gongyang Bo took the note and read it again and again, and sighed: "We are still struggling with the hatred of the past, but my husband's eyes have long been in the sky."
Looking at Helian Mingyue who had regained his former appearance, Gongyang Bo smiled sheepishly: "Congratulations to Your Majesty for regaining his former appearance and staying young forever."
Helian Mingyue shook her head, reached out and pinched Gongyang Bo's hand, and searched for it silently for a long time.
Then he said softly: "He didn't just restore life to you and me, there were also some other things that he didn't say. Ruoxue and Qingfeng may have all changed their physiques overnight."
After Gongyang Bo heard this, he immediately shed two lines of tears, regardless of whether Helian Ruoxue and Qingfeng were here...
He looked at her crying and said, "If we could go back in time, if my husband had come a few decades earlier, maybe you and I wouldn't have to do this."
Helian Mingyue patted his hand gently: "As a human being, you must be content."
Helian Mingyue looked at the three of them and sighed quietly, and said in a daze: "When it comes to fate, the first person I met Li Xiuyuan was my disciple. How can fate play tricks on people."
When Gongyang Bo heard this, he thought of the night in the forest last year and was so stunned that he could not speak.
Qingfeng looked at Helian Ruoxue and sighed: "I had been hungry for three days in that town, but it was Brother Crow who called me in for tea..."
Helian Ruoxue held Helian Mingyue's arm and said, "Auntie, did you see the two lines of poetry on the tombstone outside the pavilion?"
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"...Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin."
The Peach Blossom River was quiet, and the voice of Xiaodieer reciting poems could be heard on the river, causing the crows to also cry twice: "Do you know, do you know?"
Huajiao leaned against the side of the boat, looked at the crow and giggled: "Senior brother, when will you transform?"
The crow flapped its wings and shook its head: "I haven't flown into the sky for a long time. What's the hurry? Master didn't rush me either."
The man on the boat knew Xiaodie'er. He sighed when he saw the four masters and apprentices, and said with a wry smile: "Sir, when you leave Furong Town this time, there will be one less god on the mountain."
"There is still a breeze on the mountain, there is still Gong Yangbo, there are Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and there will be new abbots coming in the future. We are just passing by."
Sitting on the bow of the boat, Li Xiuyuan laughed with the shopkeeper and two waiters on the boat: "The Buddha is in the temple on the mountain, and he is also in your hearts."
The shopkeeper heard this and praised: "Today we can hear Mr.'s teachings. We will be blessed along the way."
Xiaodie'er put down the poem scroll in her hand, raised her head and looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "Master, we have been away for a day. Qingfeng and senior should have moved to the temple, right?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied: "Qingfeng and senior should move to the mountain temple. This is what was agreed upon. As for whether your majesty and the princess will return to the imperial city..."
Crow shook his head: "Qingfeng is an idiot, how can he coax people?"
The shopkeeper and the two crewmen on board were startled when they heard this. They looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Sir, this...is this Queen coming to Furong Town?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly, thinking about Gong Yangbo who had regained his former appearance and regained his vitality, and thought that he had pierced the window paper for the two of them.
The years to come will depend on the two of them.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh and said: "Don't be afraid, Her Majesty the Queen is a human being too."
At this moment, the crow lay on the side of the boat and croaked: "Master, there is someone waving from the shore."
