In the hope of Zhang Sanyi and his gang of craftsmen, and in the waiting of countless coolies, monks, and businessmen on the mountain, the long winter gradually passed.
When a pile of bamboo strips on the table turned into an inconspicuous bamboo hat in Li Xiuyuan's hand, he saw that spring was approaching.
Even these days, when Li Xiuyuan was taking a nap while leaning on the recliner.
With a bamboo hat covering her head, the young man's trace was lost in the eyes of the Queen of the Mountain.
Even the old woman walking on the beach had an illusion. The boy who was clearly lying under the bamboo shed disappeared into the small world at the foot of the mountain.
The old woman was puzzled, so she sent a message and asked where Li Xiuyuan was and what he was doing.
Li Xiuyuan replied lazily: "I lay under the bamboo shed and watched the spring breeze."
The old woman was stunned, so she walked all the way back from the beach. When she looked at the small bamboo hat on her head under the bamboo shed, a thoughtful smile appeared on her face.
This really means that a treasure that can cover oneself and refuse other people's spiritual exploration was actually woven out by Li Xiuyuan without him knowing it.
Sitting down quietly, the old lady asked thoughtfully: "Spring is coming, how do you feel?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, took off the bamboo hat covering his face and placed it beside the recliner.
He sat up and looked at the sea breeze that was getting warmer, and said with a smile: "Is it possible that I still want to play a song here to watch the spring breeze? I don't want her to notice me as an ant, either?"
The old woman smiled: "Then don't let her hear. Come on, let me hear your spring breeze."
After saying that, he came over and gently picked up the bamboo hat that Li Xiuyuan had put aside, and stretched out his hand to hang it at the entrance of the bamboo shed.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan had the illusion that the entire bamboo shed, the entire wooden house, and even the wooden house connected to Zhang San not far away were blocked by this small bamboo hat.
With joy in her heart, she couldn't help but smile: "Out of sight, out of mind. I don't want to make her worry at this time."
The old woman lit a small stove and boiled water while saying, "As long as you don't want her to see it, she won't be able to see you."
Li Xiuyuan's heart moved. What if he heard it?
The ants in this world are also the fun of ants, right? You are not my queen.
As soon as he thought of this, he took out the guqin and laid it across his legs. He took out a silk scarf and gently wiped the body and strings of the guqin, and gently stroked the unique strings.
He murmured: "If you haven't reincarnated yet, if you still know, then follow my teacher and play the same tune again..."
Before the words were finished, there was a sound of "ding dong!" with a flick of the fingertips, like a clear spring from the mountain dripping into the old woman's ears.
Listening to Li Xiuyuan talking to himself, the old woman couldn't help but sigh quietly in her heart.
The sound of the piano flowed out from Li Xiuyuan's fingers, spreading in front of the wooden house, under the big tree, and towards the quarry not far away.
The small bamboo hat on this side covered Li Xiuyuan's face and blocked him from watching the spring breeze heading towards the top of the mountain.
Instead of blocking the spring breeze, which is like a clear spring, it soothes the hearts of the masons in the quarry who miss their relatives in their hometown.
Both hands plucked the strings, just like that time on the high platform of Tianyun Mountain, the young man wanted to sing a different tune of "Looking at the Spring Breeze" to respond to the arrival of Youfeng, a girl from the Holy Land.
Zhang San, Li Laoliu and others who were chatting with a group of stonemasons in the quarry shed suddenly heard the sound of a piano not far away...
Li Laoliu couldn't help but want to get up and see how the young man under the old tree could have a masonry skill that was not inferior to his, and could also play the piano sound like the tinkling of spring water.
Zhang San grabbed him, shook his head and said: "Don't disturb the mother-in-law and grandson, we will listen here."
A group of craftsmen listened to this song and looked forward to the spring breeze, but in their hearts they were looking forward to when the Queen of the Mountain would let God send a spiritual rain.
Let him get his wish and live a few more decades in this world.
The old woman closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed this piece of music. She looked at the rare spring breeze and listened to the long piano music turning into the drizzle on the spring night.
The seeds in the soil sprout under the moisture of spring rain, and a small bud tip emerges from the deep soil.
The old tree that had been sleeping all winter, in the continuous spring rain, green buds appeared on the dense branches, and then the first leaves grew...
In front of Li Xiuyuan, the winter on the Bamboo Peak had just passed. The bamboo sea in the back mountain became verdant overnight, and flower buds began to appear on the peach and apricot trees outside Yaoguang Hall.
However, these were not what Li Xiuyuan wanted. In front of his eyes, he could see the apricot blossoms flying all over Fengyun City and the tinkling snow in the Tianshan Mountains.
He was thinking of Nangong Ruyu who traveled thousands of miles to look for him in front of the Moon Viewing Stream in the academy when he lost his memory, and played the same tune as his master in front of his master.
That's "Four Card Machines".
He was thinking of Ximen Xiaoyu, in the backyard of the wine shop in Ding'an City, who heard the Tao and entered the Tao all night. After entering the Qin Tao, he sat under the osmanthus tree and watched the spring breeze with himself.
The man had already gone on the yellow crane, and no one could play the music with him. In Li Xiuyuan's eyes, he changed to Furong Town.
On Yunqisi Mountain, those peach and apricot trees scattered at the foot of the mountain, and those flowers are about to bloom, right?
The old woman suddenly felt as if she had returned to a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, or a certain moment in the past...
The young man carries the old Taoist priest on his back to conquer the three thousand stone steps, to cross the vast sea of suffering, to swim upstream, to be the fish that leaps towards the dragon gate...
At this moment, the old woman couldn't help but sigh secretly.
If you are like this, ask all the women in the world, who can play a song with you?
Gradually, the old tree in front of the wooden house bloomed new buds in advance, and then slowly grew the first leaves. After a while, there was a tree with green leaves like a canopy.
It covered the short wooden house and the bamboo shed above the young man's head.
This touch of fresh green goes to the soil around the old tree, to the green purple bamboo, and to the seeds that are still hibernating in the soil...
The small bamboo hat shed a faint light at this moment, heading towards the old tree and towards the flowers, grass, trees and soil around the old tree.
Caught in his own artistic conception, Li Xiuyuan compared the East China Sea to the top of the snow-capped mountains of Da Qin, where the violinist from Da Yan lay in his arms at the last moment of his life.
And on the top of the snow-capped mountains, I caressed a song and watched the sky wind, hoping that Gao Jianli could stay away from the sea of suffering in the world and not fall into reincarnation.
Overwhelmed by love, he was speechless and choked. Li Xiuyuan did not stop fingering, but began to murmur:
Spring is late, and the flowers and trees are luxuriant.
Kung Geng Jie Jie, mining Fan Qi Qi.
He was found ugly when he was sentenced, but his words were returned.
...
Three days later, the day before the beginning of spring.
There is a wind coming from the East China Sea, and then the waves come.
The warm wind blowing from the south stirred up the blue waves and blew countless sails, bringing guests from Xianyun Island.
A black sea ship came riding the wind and waves.
A group of monks and coolies were on the pier. Before they could see the sails on the ship clearly, the large ship was already slowly approaching the pier.
Before the coolies and monks on the dock could react, the stewards from the mountain rushed all the way and were waiting on the shore.
From a distance, looking at the thin middle-aged man in a yellow shirt who came out of the boat, the steward was obviously a little confused.
After thinking for a while, he went forward to greet him, and while saluting, he asked: "Your Majesty, this lady and the little princess are not here together?"
The visitor shook his head: "Pianpian went out to sea with Manager Turtle, please lead the way."
The steward quickly bowed and replied: "Your Majesty, please."
The visitor was naturally Yu Xian'er's brother, Yu Mingjun, the owner of Xianyun Island. Before Pianpian returned home, he came to Xianling Island to visit his sister Yu Xian'er and watch the ceremony.
A group of monks and men got off the boat, carried the gifts, and followed the owner up the mountain.
Three days later, it will be the day when the palace on the mountain is completed, prays for blessings, and makes sacrifices to the sky.
...
In front of the wooden house, under the old tree, Li Xiuyuan withdrew his consciousness and looked at the seaside.
He said to the old woman beside him: "Mother-in-law, tell me, since even the owner of Xianyun Island has come here with a guard of honor, will the Queen of Wandao Imperial City also come to join in the fun?"
The old woman watched the group of people heading up the mountain silently, thought for a while and replied: "If I guessed correctly, she will definitely appear in front of you at the most exciting time."
Slowly, Li Xiuyuan withdrew his consciousness from the dock and said, "Yes, that woman is indeed stronger than Gong Yang Bo and has extraordinary wisdom."
The old woman couldn't help but smile calmly as she thought about some things that were about to happen.
Replied: "Sometimes being too smart is not necessarily a good thing. Haven't you heard that being smart can lead to mistakes?"
After Li Xiuyuan heard this, he stopped saying anything.
Thinking about it carefully, are you talking about the woman in the imperial city? Are you talking about the woman in the palace on the mountain? Or are you laughing at me?
In his mind, Gongyang Bo fell into the past.
The love is too strong, and it almost ruins one's own cultivation.
After all, the old friend has passed away, just like Wuxin and Jasmine, you can't give up on yourself because of the person who has left.
And Helian Mingyue lived too clearly, coldly and unfeelingly.
Because of the tragic death of her son, she could divorce her husband in anger. Perhaps only a character like her could rule those thousands of Zoroastrians and the subjects of a country.
After a long silence, Li Xiuyuan replied: "To be honest with my mother-in-law, the more I read Buddhist scriptures, the more stupid I find myself. I am so stupid that I can't see the way forward, and I am so stupid that I can't see my own body."
The old woman looked at him quietly and said: "You are not pretending to be smart, nor are you wise and foolish. I think you are afraid that you will always be the fish in the sea..."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the bamboo hat on the bamboo shed for hanging noodles, and his heart instantly stirred up a storm.
Regarding the theory of fish, he remembered that he had never mentioned it to the old man in front of him. He could only tell Ksitigarbha and the master and the old monk about it.
And how did this mysterious old woman know what she was thinking? Is this the old man's guess, or can the old man read minds?
After a moment, Li Xiuyuan replied calmly: "I don't want to be that fish."
After hearing his words, the old woman showed no surprise on her face, just like she had been watching Li Xiuyuan since she was in Furong Town.
Can understand Li Xiuyuan's most delicate thoughts at the moment and know where he wants to go.
Thinking about the legend of fish and the sea, the old woman smiled and said: "Many people in the world don't know why fish live, just like some monks who have been busy all their lives and can't find a way to ascend."
"I can't find a way to ascend either."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied quietly: "This is indeed a very sad thing. This junior is a person whose path to ascension is blocked."
The old woman was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect that Li Xiuyuan would compare herself with the monks in the world.
She would say such words, which was obviously something she didn't expect.
After a moment of silence, he sighed and said: "What is the right way and what is the end of the way... You may not have understood it before, but after coming to Donghai, you should have figured it out."
Li Xiuyuan was slightly surprised, thinking that he didn't understand this until he came to Donghai.
But that day after he met Huajiao in the mountains, he returned to Furong Town and figured it out in Yunqi Temple.
Just when he was thinking about whether to tell something, a bird song came from the sky...
