From the time of Chen to the end of the day, Wang Qiang could not wait for the three good old men in Baixue City.
After seeing off the man and woman from Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, unable to bear it anymore, he said hello to Monk Buli and went to lie down and rest in the shed behind.
Even though Meishan's elixir was applied to the wound on the arm, it was still aching. It was obviously not that magical and could be healed overnight.
Monk Buli also knew that Wang Qiang, who was injured, needed to rest. The best time for business at the Tongtian River during this season was around two hours at noon.
As soon as the Youshi ferry stops, few guests will spend the night by the river, and naturally there will be fewer guests eating.
At the time of Xu, monk Zu Buli lit a lamp.
Wang Qiang woke up from his dream after a good sleep. The two of them gathered around the table, guarding a bottle of wine.
Monk Buli handed the map he drew to Wang Qiang and said with a smile: "Go to Niujiao Town first. There is a three-way intersection. Ask when you arrive to make sure you don't go wrong."
"A fork in the road?"
Wang Qiang nodded and asked: "Unexpectedly, there is a three-way road deep in the snowfield. Did my brother take the wrong road back then?"
Monk Buli replied: "He did not accept my invitation back then and went around Yinchuan City alone to the direction of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain."
The shocking changes in Niujiao Town back then are still unforgettable to this day.
A little worse, the junior sister from Meishan almost died by Li Xiuyuan's sword because of the sneak attack.
Only that heartless Yun Ziyi, whether it was a poisonous arrow or poison, Li Xiuyuan would not be angry with her, and finally introduced the boy from the Ouyang family to her.
Think about it, it's an incredible thing.
"Senior Brother Buli, can you talk about Buddhism for me?" A sighing voice sounded in his ears, pulling Buli back to the wooden shed now.
Wang Qiang filled the bowl on the table with wine, looked at him and murmured.
Monk Buli's eyes narrowed, he took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and replied: "I don't know how to speak Buddhism. You can either ask Li Xiuyuan or my master."
"Why?"
Wang Qiang took a sip of wine and asked with some disappointment: "You are also an expert who has practiced Buddhism for many years. Why do you say that?"
Bu Li looked directly at him, suddenly smiled, and replied: "Because you have not practiced Buddhism, I can't tell you. When my brother comes back one day, you will understand if you ask him."
Wang Qiang looked at the wine foam in the bowl in his hand and sighed thoughtfully, thinking that it was no wonder that Old Meng from Tianyun Mountain refused to teach him Buddhism.
Logically speaking, as the elder of the library, he should have learned some Buddhist teachings, and besides, there are Buddhist scriptures in the library.
After being silent for a while, he asked, "Senior Brother, do you mean that I should learn Buddhism from the senior monk?"
Buli nodded and replied: "Except for me, Li Xiuyuan, I am afraid that only my master can teach you how to practice Buddhism in this world."
Wang Qiang nodded when he heard this and said with a smile: "Then I will wait a little longer. I wonder if senior brother has seen the three good old men this afternoon?"
Shaking his head, Monk Buli replied calmly: "I don't know who the Sanhao old man is. There are so many people crossing the river today, how can I have time to ask them one by one?"
Just as Monk Buli said, when I first came to the Tongtian River, I liked the traders, monks and even some coolies who saw the river every day.
After a long time, how can I still find the time to see people every day?
When he and Yu Liuli truly integrated into their roles as shopkeepers and village girls, they had to be busy with their livelihood every day. Otherwise, how could they serve the guests who came to eat?
Wang Qiang frowned slightly. After all, there was a good opportunity to snipe the old man Sanhao, but he missed it because he slept.
He had an intuition that the old man might have crossed the river and was chasing him on the other side.
After sighing and taking a sip of wine, Wang Qiang smiled and said, "In this case, I will cross the river early tomorrow morning."
Monk Buli nodded, took a sip of wine, and replied: "You don't have to worry about me. I asked someone to bring the letter back to the village today. Tomorrow either Cuihua or Erwa will come to help."
Wang Qiang pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly...it seems that Senior Brother Fuli has really regarded this business by the river as his own practice."
Monk Buli seemed stunned, and then said seriously: "If you can't join the show, you will never understand the painstaking efforts of my brother."
"I hope that after you practice Buddhism with the master for several years, you can meet my brother again, or he can come back here. There are some truths that I can't explain, but he can."
Having said this, Monk Buli sighed leisurely.
He murmured to himself: "The princess and I still owe him a huge favor, which you can't understand now."
Just as Monk Buli said himself, Wang Qiang is not practicing Buddhism at the moment. I am afraid that there are many truths that he cannot understand and he cannot teach others.
Fortunately, this guy is going to practice Buddhism deep in the snow-capped mountains. All we have to do is see how the master teaches this guy to step into that door.
Wang Qiang frowned when he heard this, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
I secretly thought to myself, is it possible that next year I will have to take Bai Xuecheng's junior sister to Meishan to ask the princess's master to give Sima Jingyun some advice?
Since the old monk no longer accepts disciples, it means that the female saint in Meishan will no longer accept disciples.
After much deliberation, I couldn't think of a reason, so I had to take another breath and replied blankly: "I don't care, let's go see the senior first."
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That night, Wang Qiang, who wanted to ask about Buddhism from Monk Buli, was lonely. Monk Buli didn't even tell him what the old monk liked and didn't like.
Monk Buli just said: "You can see the master when you go up the mountain with the letter. As for how to arrange it in the future, he doesn't know what the master is thinking."
Fortunately, Wang Qiang didn't drink too much because he had to rush on the next day and went to dream early.
Early in the morning, before Wang Qiang and Monk Buli could have breakfast, Erwa rushed to the river in a hurry.
He shouted from a distance: "Then my sister won't say anything when she comes home. I'll kill two sheep and let her take them home to honor her parents!"
Monk Buli shook his head, looked at Erwa and said with a smile: "Her family has no shortage of mutton. After such a long journey, the meat smelled bad when she got home."
Then he smiled at Wang Qiang and said, "This is my brother Erwa. When you learn from the master and come to practice by the river, come find him again."
After saying that, he smiled at Erwa and said, "This is my brother's fellow disciple, Junior Brother Wang Qiang from Tianyun Mountain."
Erwa was stunned when he heard this, looked at Wang Qiang and smiled: "If I had known that you were that brother's fellow disciple, I would have brought a sheepskin jacket from the village. Seeing that it is getting cold today!"
Monk Buli shook his head and said with a smile: "He is not afraid of the cold. Have you had breakfast?"
Erwa smiled and said, "I've eaten."
Monk Buli took Wang Qiang and told Erwa: "Then you go ahead and cook the mutton. I'll help you after breakfast."
Erqiang glanced at Erwa and then at Monk Buli, thinking to himself, are these fireworks in the world?
At half past midnight, when the first boat arrived at the pier, Wang Qiang said goodbye to Monk Buli and Erwa, led his horse onto the ferry, and headed for the other side of the Tongtian River.
Looking back at the row of food sheds by the river fading away, his heart had already flown to the snow-capped mountains further away.
Erwa looked at the ferry boat going away, looked at Monk Buli and asked, "Sir, Sister Liuli is going home this time, are you afraid she won't be able to wait until next spring?"
Monk Buli nodded: "When it snows, I will go back to the mountain to see the master."
Erwa smiled and said, "That's right. When it's windy and snowy, there are no boats, so there's no need to keep people here."
Monk Buli thought about the old man who hurriedly crossed the river yesterday, and smiled lightly in his heart: "Do you think everything will be fine after crossing the river? Maybe the person who wants to kill you is on the boat."
Not to mention anything else, when he and Li Xiuyuan were crossing the Tongtian River, they met Meishan's senior sister.
Although that was a tragedy, it does not mean that today's Wang Qiang can cross the river safely.
However, he also understood that this was Wang Qiang's practice. If he wanted to become strong, the bandits and killers on the road were the best whetstones.
You didn't die on Heartbreak Cliff, and the fortune teller didn't kill you either.
In the eyes of Monk Buli, perhaps under the guidance of his master, Wang Qiang could really become his second self and come to Tongtian River to work as a shopkeeper.
Just as I was thinking about it, a voice greeted me from outside the shed: "Shopkeeper, is there anything delicious here?"
As soon as Erwa saw a guest coming to the door, he quickly shouted: "Guest, please come in and sit down. Do you want two kilograms of the five-spice mutton that was just cooked?"
Monk Buli withdrew his gaze from the Tongtian River and looked at the middle-aged man in white robes for a moment. Then he put a jug of wine on the table and poured him a bowl.
The visitor replied to Erwa: "Then let's get two kilograms of mutton and two dishes of side dishes. We're not in a hurry."
"Okay, the guests will be here in a moment!"
Erwa quickly cut up two pounds of spiced mutton, and Monk Fuli quickly fried two plates of side dishes and put them on the table in front of the middle-aged man.
It wasn't until the man drank half a bowl of wine and ate a few pieces of meat that he asked, "Look at the posture, are you going to cross the river?"
The middle-aged man looked at the Tongtian River and sighed, shaking his head: "No, I will come to the river to see... Can the shopkeeper see a harmonious old man crossing the river yesterday and today?"
After speaking, he described the old man's face carefully to Monk Buli.
Monk Buli smiled faintly when he heard this, pulled a chair and sat down next to the table. He poured himself a bowl of coarse tea and took a big sip.
He smiled and said: "That old man couldn't wait to cross the river to die yesterday. How about you join in the fun today?"
When the middle-aged man walked in and sat down, Monk Fuli noticed his hands, coupled with the middle-aged man's overall cultivation.
Without even thinking about it, I decided that this guy was the fortune teller in Snow White City.
The fortune teller was stunned when he heard this. He gently placed the bowl in his hand on the table, frowned and asked, "What, do you know that old man?"
Monk Buli shook his head: "I know the person the old man wants to kill. That guy is my friend."
The fortune teller was silent for a moment after hearing this. He neither looked panicked nor had any intention of running away for his life. Instead, he smiled bitterly and said, "So, there must be some stories that I don't know?"
Monk Buli smiled and said, "Don't you know how to tell fortunes? Calculate for the old man whether he can survive today... My friend just crossed the river before you came."
From Monk Buli's point of view, if Wang Qiang's current cultivation level couldn't handle even a good old man, he might as well just hit him to death.
I saved my life and became a disciple of Xuefeng Mountain, embarrassing my master and myself.
The fortune teller picked up the bowl of Gudu and drank half of the bowl of wine, then quietly replied: "Believe it or not, I advised him to be in danger when he goes out, but he didn't listen to me."
Erwa didn't understand, so she waved her hand and went to the pier to attract customers.
Monk Buli nodded, pointed at the Tongtian River and smiled: "If you compare the Tongtian River to the sea of suffering, then it is a sea of suffering that is boundless. You will find the shore when you turn around. You are a smart man."
The fortune teller sighed and said with a wry smile: "My disciple died tragically on the way. I came here today to collect his body. By the way, if the old man died on the shore, I would also collect it for him."
"He..."
Monk Buli replied coldly: "The old man crossed the river yesterday afternoon, and my friend just passed by it. If nothing else, they will meet halfway to Niujiao Town..."
The meaning couldn't be simpler. You can't take away the body of Sanhao old man.
The fortune teller was stunned when he heard this and blurted out: "That guy has such a big heart. He dared to spend two nights by the river before leaving."
