Li Xiuyuan in the East China Sea was as if he had transformed into Ksitigarbha under the abyss.
Following Zhang San and Li Laoliu and a group of stonemasons, he started a new practice, although this time he no longer had to carve a Buddha statue, but only completed a lotus flower.
This is also something he likes to do. There is not only a rune hidden in the lotus petals, but also some irregular lines.
Some thin lines, in the eyes of Zhang San, Li Laoliu and others, are like Li Xiuyuan deliberately leaving lines on the bluestone in order to complete a perfect lotus flower.
After all, these shallow lines are not visible at all on the palace.
From the second day after Li Xiuyuan arrived at the stone field, all the work of carving lotus flowers on the stones was left to him alone. Zhang San went to the mountain from time to time to check on the progress.
Li Laosi and several other masons switched to the job of polishing bluestone.
The old woman at the foot of the mountain lived a comfortable life. It was just a small thing for her to cook a meal for three people.
But Li Xiuyuan's heart had already flown beyond the East China Sea, to somewhere in the heavens.
He longed for Master Nalan Ruoyu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time and didn't know if he had completed his transformation into a saint.
...
The people in the sky flew in the sky and flew to Xuanwu Continent in the blink of an eye.
When Li Xiuyuan ascended on the Shura battlefield and was swallowed by the black hole, he came to this magical continent, a continent that was separated from the world where Xiao Xumi Mountain was located.
It is another year of autumn wind, and Nalan Ruoyu of Tianyun Mountain has not yet completed her catastrophe of the five declines of heaven and human beings.
The flow of time here is completely different from the time Li Xiuyuan experienced. In Wang Qiang's view, in just ten years, Tianyun Holy Land has changed into the heaven and earth, and the human world.
The senior brother back then had moved away from Tiandao Peak and came to Bamboo Peak.
Sima Jingyun had returned to Baixue City a long time ago and was no longer a female disciple of Tianyun Holy Land. She only recognized herself as a disciple of Zhufeng Nalan Ruoyu.
At present, Wang Qiang is living and practicing like a savage in Zhufeng.
Not to mention his cultivation level, after Nalan Ruoyu disappeared in Zhufeng in the past two years, the old man Meng from the library asked Wang Qiang to move to Zhufeng to live. The formation here is still there and no one can get up.
“How do you train your mind?”
The autumn wind was rustling outside the hall. Wang Qiang was sitting in front of the window in the hall, feeling his mind was in chaos and thinking wildly... At the moment, he had no one to teach him except Old Man Meng.
It was difficult for him to ask anyone about cultivating his mind, so in the end he had to sit in front of the window in a daze, sighing, and looking at the leaves that were gradually turning yellow in a daze.
He is not as smart as Ping An, and he is not as good as Li Xiuyuan in Buddhism. Not to mention that after the Master's accident, he resigned from his senior brother's job and came to Zhufeng to become an idler.
Ever since the incident with the head teacher, Old Man Meng has not allowed Wang Qiang to practice any more and asked him to cultivate his mind first, otherwise he would be afraid that Wang Xian would go crazy one day.
So Wang Qiang grew vegetables, sorghum, and corn on the bamboo peak, living like a farmer, and temporarily put down his sword.
However, whenever the fifteenth month is full, he will think of all the past, and when he can't help it, he will go to Old Meng for a drink.
I couldn't bear it, so I stayed alone on the bamboo peak in a daze.
Today he was stubborn again. He sat alone in front of the window and thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't think of a reason.
After sitting there all morning, when it was almost noon, he decided to go down the mountain to find Old Man Meng for a drink.
One drink can relieve a thousand sorrows.
Over the past year, Old Man Meng asked Wang Qiang to read Buddhist scriptures about how to enter the realm of annihilation. After entering samadhi, one can forget all thoughts and actions, regard one's body as a world, and understand one's mind and nature...
The practice made him miserable. During this year, in addition to planting vegetables every day regardless of rain or shine, he would also sit in front of the window of the main hall and read Buddhist scriptures.
Old Man Meng said that Buddhism emphasizes tranquility. If his mind cannot be tranquil, no matter how much effort he puts into it, it will be in vain.
It's just that he has been reading Buddhist scriptures for more than half a year, and he still can't calm down. On the contrary, he is getting angry and angry more and more easily.
Old Meng was so angry that he came up to teach him a lesson, and then started to beat him.
Talking about Wang Qiang, let alone his disciple Li Xiuyuan, he was not even as good as Ping An.
Carrying a basket of freshly picked vegetables and a few radishes, Wang Qiang walked down the bamboo peak and came all the way to the library.
After he fried a few dishes, cooked a radish, and brought it to the living room to set it up, Old Meng poured two more glasses of wine. The two hadn't seen each other for almost a month.
At present, Wang Qiang has grown a beard like a savage.
Sitting at the table, Wang Qiang told Old Man Meng his inner anguish: "Senior, who will teach me in the future, you or Yu Zun?"
Old Meng stared at him with wide eyes and an angry look on his face.
He was so angry that he cursed: "You are now a monk who has seen the threshold of the Fusion Realm. The matter of being the head teacher is none of your business. I have told you a long time ago that he is too soft-hearted to be the head teacher..."
Wang Qiang sighed and replied: "He is still my master."
He ignored Old Man Meng's angry face, nor did he show any disappointment in the matter of being the head teacher, nor did he want to die because Zhufeng's senior sister Chen Xiaoyan regretted her marriage.
However, suddenly without a master, he could not find the direction to move forward.
Then there were many shocking changes, which made him deeply understand that sentence overnight: "There is no greater sorrow than death!"
Old Meng frowned, picked up the wine and said, "Ping'an and Xiao Ling'er are traveling with the headmaster now, which is not a bad thing for them. You can rest assured of Ping'an."
Wang Qiang sighed, nodded repeatedly, and drank a glass of wine.
Old Man Meng snorted again and cursed in a low voice: "Since that woman abandoned you, it means that she is not worthy of your nostalgia. Didn't you see that even Xiao Ling'er also abandoned her?"
"This is retribution, not to mention, as long as you break through one more level, you will become the elder of Zhufeng after the tribulation, and you can accept the disciples you like..."
Wang Qiang shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I... Even if I practice like Master, I probably won't be able to teach others. I'd better take care of myself first."
Living alone in Zhufeng Mountain is lonely, but also peaceful.
How could Wang Qiang ever think about recruiting another apprentice to cause trouble for himself?
Thinking of this, he corrected him again: "I didn't even teach him peace back then. It's best to leave it to the master. Senior, don't make fun of me anymore."
Old Man Meng chuckled: "When the time comes, there will be some things that are not up to you."
...
After two glasses of wine, Wang Qiang became bolder.
Looking at the old man in front of him, he murmured to himself: "I wonder how Ping An and Master are doing now? Will Xiao Ling'er return to the Chen family in the future?"
Chen Xiaoyan has always been like a mirror to Wang Qiang, but Ping An is different from Xiao Ling'er.
Wang Qiang hopes that these two friends who have played together since childhood can have a happy future, at least not to separate because of certain things.
Instead of being like him, think about it from beginning to end, it's like a joke.
The old man looked at Wang Qiang's frown and couldn't help but sigh softly.
Except for his precious disciple Li Xiuyuan, Wang Qiang in front of him, Xiao Ling'er and Ping An who had left with the headmaster, the three of them were like his children.
However, God's will plays tricks on people, and even he can't do anything about it.
Waiting for Wang Qiang to clean up the mess on the table, the old man made a pot of tea, took out a letter and said lightly: "That boy Sima Jingyun from Zhufeng invited me to Baixue City..."
"You know that the headmaster is not here, and Yu Zun has to go into seclusion again. How can I leave here now... It happens that you have nothing to do, go out and relax, don't be bored in Zhufeng all day long."
Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Zhufeng had another junior sister who had returned to Baixue City.
Holding the seal in his hand, he smiled stupidly: "Who am I now? I am not a disciple of Zhufeng even if Yuzun is not here. I have also left Tiandao Peak..."
In Wang Qiang's opinion, going to Sima Jingyun's home on behalf of the old man was unfair, right?
The old man smiled lightly: "You are no longer worthy of being a disciple. From now on, you must slowly get used to treating yourself as an elder. Remember that this is your home, no matter what happens."
After clearing his throat, the old man continued: "I can make a decision for Yuzun now. From today on, you will be the elder of Zhufeng."
Wang Qiang couldn't help laughing when he heard the words. He looked at the autumn wind blowing outside the hall and said, "Senior, I don't know when my brother will come back?"
Old Meng was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, with a look of longing on his face.
He sighed and murmured to himself: "He...he has an endless feud with Loulan, and now there is another one, not to mention the many things he has with Yuzun and Meishan."
"He is not a saint, how can he come here whenever he wants... You should go to Baixue City to see that girl for me first, and tell her that even if she does not become a disciple here, I still welcome her to be a guest."
Wang Qiang rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, disciple, I will go back to Baixue City and go to the Tongtian River to see Monk Buli and the little princess of Phoenix City."
"The two of them..."
Old Meng nodded, with a strange smile on his face. He sighed again and again, and finally seemed to have made a decision.
He patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder and said: "It's okay to go and have a look. There are many people in the world who are better than you and who are more miserable than you. In Buddhism, it is said that this means looking at the world, looking at all living beings, and finally looking at yourself."
"It's a pity that my practice of Buddhism is not as good as that of Xiu Yuan. If he were in Zhufeng, he could be your teacher in Buddhism."
With a heavy sigh, Old Meng suddenly thought of Li Xiuyuan and the old monk in the snow mountain...a smile gradually appeared on his face.
He patted the table and said to Wang Qiang: "I will write you a letter as soon as possible. After you finish watching Junior Sister Jingyun, go to the Snowfield Holy Land to meet your inseparable master."
Only then did the old man remember that even if he troubled the old monk, he could point Wang Qiang in front of him a clear way to cultivate his mind.
At least the old monk would not reject Wang Qiang in front of him for the sake of Li Xiuyuan and himself.
Thinking of this, the old man sighed and said leisurely: "You have to thank Li Xiuyuan for this. He has a deeper relationship with the old monk than I do."
"While the old monk and the female saints of Meishan haven't left this world yet, even if you endure some hardship and do hard work for a few years, it's still worth it..."
When Wang Qiang heard this, he was stunned and speechless.
Even in his dreams, he never imagined that one day he would be able to go to the snow-capped mountains and practice with the old monk. After all, he was a holy monk who didn't even show respect to his head teacher?
And even though this holy monk was far away in the snow-capped mountains, he got acquainted with his brother Li Xiuyuan because he stayed with the monk, and the two became close friends.
He also heard what Old Meng in front of him said about this matter, and even his master didn't know about it.
Thinking of this, Wang Qiang smiled bitterly and said: "Senior, can I have two masters? Will the master scold me when he comes back in the future?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Li Xiuyuan is my disciple and Yu Zun's disciple. Even Yao Zun wants to accept him as his disciple. Don't you know this?"
After sighing, Old Man Meng said seriously: "Even if the old monk doesn't accept you as his disciple, you can still stay there and practice Buddhism for a few years. Why don't you have the shame to ask if you don't understand?"
"But what will happen if I leave Zhufeng?" Wang Qiang thought of the empty Bamboo Peak and suddenly felt reluctant to leave.
Old Man Meng said angrily: "Yuzun is in seclusion, but he is not dead. You don't need to worry about this matter."
Wang Qiang chuckled: "Okay, disciple, I'll pack up and leave in two days."
