The fortune teller looked at the young monk in front of him. Although he had a handsome face and looked kind, his monk's clothes were fluttering in the wind, giving him an unworldly appearance.
But he had a bad feeling that this guy was here to cause trouble.
Li Xiuyuan did not show any vigilance, but asked calmly: "May I ask, monk, do you recognize me?"
The young monk shook his head and said in a solemn voice: "The poor monk only heard what the abbot of Yamu Temple said and has never met the donor."
The fortune teller asked in surprise: "The monk comes from Yamu Temple outside Yinchuan City?"
The young monk calmly replied: "No, the poor monk Wuming comes from Yase Temple, which is still two hundred miles away from Yami."
The fortune teller didn't expect that the rumors in Yinchuan City would become more and more intense, and even the monks would come all the way to Loulan. He couldn't help but shake his head and let out a long sigh.
He thought to himself, this is another guy who gives away his head.
Facing the monk in front of him, Li Xiuyuan thought of the meeting with Master Duoji in Yamu Temple, and thought of the terrifying sky burial platform.
Unexpectedly, there is a Yase Temple outside Yinchuan City.
Slightly surprised, he replied: "It turns out to be the nameless monk. How is Master Duoji doing lately? Why did you come to me?"
In fact, he wanted to ask if there was a mountain outside Yase Temple, if there was a hall full of human heads on the mountain, and if there was an awe-inspiring sky burial platform.
But when the words came to his lips, they were replaced by greetings to the old monk Dorje.
When Wuming heard this, his expression suddenly became serious.
Buddhism in the snowy plains is much more prosperous than in places like Loulan Tower, and the herdsmen on the grasslands are also very pious.
However, the reputation of Yam Temple is not much different from that of Yase Temple, especially for the herdsmen on the grassland, both Yase Temple and Yam Temple are their favorite places to go.
It's just that for practitioners, Yam Temple has a higher status than Bise Temple. Even the monks of the two temples have a deeper impression of the old monk Duoji.
There are so many stories that have happened in the thousand-year-old temple. Not to mention that Master Duoji’s sutra debating method is famous across the snowy plains. A hundred years ago, there were eminent monks who achieved enlightenment and ascended to the throne from Yamu Temple.
However, Li Xiuyuan didn't know much about Yamushi.
Ouyang Xuan and Ouyang Manxue are monks in the world and may not understand some of the stories in the temple.
Old monk Duoji and Li Xiuyuan only met briefly. The two had not even discussed Buddhism seriously before Li Xiuyuan was called to Meishan by Yun Tianhong.
According to Li Xiuyuan's temper at the moment, he should have gotten close to the monk he met on the road and discussed with him the enlightenment between life and death and the practice of Buddhism on the grassland.
However, right now, he was the target of a group of killers, and someone would come to plot against him at any time, so the expression on his face instantly dimmed a bit.
Monk Duoji replied: "The poor monk originally went to ask Abbot Duoji for advice on the life and death of Buddhism, but the master said that the donor had seen through life and death."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh softly when he heard the unknown monk talking about Master Duoji and the way of life and death.
With a respectful look on his face, he was speechless for a while thinking about the scene beside the celestial burial platform.
He murmured: "How can I see through life and death? Standing in front of the sky burial platform, I am not as comfortable as Master Duoji. I even feel a little scared. If I say it, I will only make you laugh, monk."
Listening to Li Xiuyuan's words, the fortune teller was shocked.
He knew the names of Yase Temple and Yamu Temple, but he had never been to the legendary sky burial platform.
Just for every monk, at the end of the day, the entrance to life and death is their biggest fear in life. Who can stand in front of the celestial burial platform and feel at ease?
That's why he never goes to that place.
But he didn't expect that Li Xiuyuan in front of him not only went there, but also had a relationship with the abbot of the Ya Temple.
Seeing Li Xiuyuan's calm and calm appearance, he suddenly felt admiration in his heart. Even the monk in front of him could not look into his eyes.
He sighed, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "I didn't expect that you would
Been to Yam Temple. "
Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He didn't expect that such a smooth person as the fortune teller had never been to Yamu Temple outside Yinchuan City.
It seems that not everyone in the world can enter the mountain to practice, and not all monks can see through the mystery between the vitality. No wonder the unknown monk came to find him.
Wuming looked at Li Xiuyuan seriously and said, "Except for the herdsmen on the grasslands, there are very few monks who go to the celestial burial platform and can face life and death calmly. The donor is an exception."
"Besides, Master Dorje said that the donor had seen through life, so he must have a point. Master Dorje is a bright light on my path of spiritual practice."
Li Xiuyuan nodded. At this moment, he thought of the woman who took Dongfang Ruyu away.
The woman who laughed at herself as a frog in a well couldn't help but sigh again, stretched out her hand holding flowers, and pinched a fallen leaf in the wind blowing towards the inn.
He murmured to himself: "Although a mayfly lives and dies, it still has to complete the reproduction of life..."
At this moment, the shopkeeper sitting at the counter was suddenly startled, and his eyes were fixed on Li Xiuyuan's slender fingers.
How could a blind young man reach out and catch a fallen leaf from the wind blowing outside the store?
If it were him, he would probably have to concentrate his mind.
It seemed that there was something good to watch today, so at that moment, he suddenly thought of the three good old men who had not appeared for a long time.
Not to mention the innkeeper, the monk Wuming also noticed Li Xiuyuan's move. However, he knew that the young man in front of him could not be looked at with mortal eyes.
The young man was able to come all the way from the snow-capped mountains to the small town, so he was certainly not a mere mortal. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of admiration.
He smiled and said, "A mayfly has a lifetime of life and death. It seems that the donor has indeed seen life and death."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and smiled bitterly: "So what if I see it? Just like the flowers in spring, no one can keep them."
The fortune teller felt as if he was struck by lightning when he heard this.
He wanted to make a pot of spiritual tea with Li Xiuyuan and talk about the enlightenment of life and death and the principles of spiritual practice.
So, he said to Wuming: "Monk, you don't just come to see the young master because of his fame, do you? It's okay, we have to go and rest."
In his mind, if you want to fight, go outside, or get out.
When the monk Wuming heard this, he was speechless. He did not expect the divine fortune teller to be so straightforward.
At that moment, he had no choice but to say: "The poor monk came all the way just to find Donor Li, and to ask for advice about spiritual practice, life and death."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want to have a drink with me in this inn? Or..."
The shopkeeper at the counter was shocked when he heard the words. He heard the unspoken half-sentence from the young man's mouth and couldn't help but sigh again.
He silently recited in his heart: "If you want to fight, then fight!" This was so heroic and majestic. Just one sentence made him think more highly of the blind boy.
The same goes for the divine fortune teller. In his opinion, there are some things in this world that are difficult to explain clearly.
Even the guy Gongye Ambition always tried to maintain some grace when speaking, and never directly invited Li Xiuyuan to fight.
Unexpectedly, the nameless monk in front of him instantly opened his mind.
Li Xiuyuan was also silent for a moment. In his past experiences, he was similar to what the fortune teller had expected. Just like when he met the silver wolf, he would beat him whenever he asked. How could he think about retaining a trace of grace?
In his eyes there is only life and death, no grace.
The monk in front of him is an exception that he has rarely seen since he started practicing.
Quietly, he was feeling the monk's breath, and saw that the nameless monk was like an old monk in meditation and did not show a trace of excitement, but his breathing was rapid.
This guy has been chasing me all the way, and it seems that we can't do anything without a fight.
Thinking of this, he had no choice but to say: "Monk Wu Ming, it means that you have seen through all appearances and non-appearances, why do you care about the difference between high and low practice?"
"All appearances are different. It seems that the donor is also a member of the Buddhist sect."
The unknown monk said: "I have been practicing hard in Yase Temple for many years, but my master said that I have never been able to defeat the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance. Please see that it is not easy for me to find this way. Please give me some advice."
The shopkeeper at the counter nodded gently, and he could hear the monk's perseverance.
The fortune teller shook his head, thinking that this guy was following him all the way, and he was afraid that no one could convince him.
We can only beat him half to death in one battle and let him lie in the inn for ten days and a half, slowly realizing the truth and figuring out what the way of life and death is.
Today, Li Xiuyuan didn't want to fight. He was a little tired from the journey.
Let alone the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain before, let alone Lantian Town, or even the battle in front of Yam Temple.
Just his battle with Silver Wolf made him feel bored, not to mention that there was still a lot of trouble waiting for him in Loulan ahead.
He never imagined that Gongsun Yewang, who wanted to fight with him, had gone somewhere, but inexplicably waited for the monk from Yase Temple.
Is it possible that he is going to be involved in the karma of Yase Temple in the snowfield?
The fortune teller got impatient and asked immediately: "Do you want a fight, or a life and death battle?"
The shopkeeper at the counter was startled and said quickly: "If you want to fight, please move outside the store. You can only eat and drink tea here."
Monk Wuming smiled, looked at Li Xiuyuan in front of him and said, "I don't dare to live or die with the donor. I just want a fight, how about it?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and turned around and walked out of the inn without looking at the shopkeeper at the counter or paying attention to the fortune teller who was already waiting impatiently.
At the same time, he said: "Fortune teller, you are very powerful. How about you calculate for me and the monk, who will fall today?"
When the monk Wuming heard this, he clasped his hands together, showed a faint smile on his face, and walked out of the inn.
But the shopkeeper at the counter was stunned for a moment, looked at the fortune teller and asked: "You are the fortune teller of Baixue City, have you seen the old man Sanhao?"
The fortune teller shook his head, looked at him and replied: "He died last winter. What, he owes you food money? Don't look for me, I don't owe him anything."
The innkeeper was shocked when he heard this and couldn't help but murmured to himself: "Is it possible that he died in the hands of that guy last year?"
The fortune teller waved his hand and walked out of the inn: "It seems so. Quickly prepare a few dishes. I want to drink after the fight."
The shopkeeper at the counter was speechless for a moment.
He did not expect that the glass of wine he drank with Sanhao last winter would be his final farewell.
It seems that he can only wait until the young man fights the monk before asking the fortune teller in detail.
Thinking about what the young man said before, and thinking about the fortune teller's instructions. I thought it was nothing, if I lost, I wouldn't be allowed to prepare food and drinks.
Immediately he shouted: "Man, let the kitchen prepare a few signature dishes. I want to treat you later."
...
The town looked very peaceful at dusk.
Just like Li Xiuyuan's mood at this time, he quietly felt that the sunset was slowly setting on the horizon, and soon the sky would be filled with stars.
He looked up at the sky and said to himself: "Monk, if you defeat me, can you get rid of the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance?"
The nameless monk three feet away looked at him quietly, and he had an illusion.
Stepping out of the inn and standing under the sunset, the young man suddenly experienced some changes that he couldn't explain.
No matter what, it couldn't change his determination to fight.
So he shook his head and said calmly: "I don't know either."
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