The woodcutter returned to the small village at the foot of the mountain and saw a familiar door, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
It was like having a big dream.
Only the bodhi tree in his hand and the talisman in his arms reminded him that he was now a dead person, and there was a difference between life and death, as well as yin and yang.
"Ning Laosan, you are finally back. Why have you been gone for so long? Everyone thought something happened to you!"
The neighbor came out to collect the laundry and was surprised to see the woodcutter.
"Go home quickly, your mother-in-law gave birth to a big fat baby yesterday!"
The woodcutter's eyes widened and he realized that his wife had been pregnant for ten months before going up the mountain. God blessed her, and finally the mother and child were safe.
When he entered the house, he saw his wife who had just given birth to a baby and was cooking in the kitchen. The smoke was rising, and the big yellow dog in the corner rushed toward him affectionately, its tail wagging happily.
For the first time, he discovered that this ordinary scene could be so moving.
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After appeasing his excited and happy wife, the woodcutter first followed the Taoist Master's instructions, walked to the bed of his seriously ill old mother, and lit the Bodhi wood with the stove fire.
A light and elegant fragrance comes, making people feel as if they are in a vast forest. The smell is refreshing and intoxicating.
The Bodhi wood was only half burned before it went out automatically, while his seriously ill old mother's face was rosy, her breathing was even, and all her illnesses were gone.
The woodcutter stared at his old mother who was sleeping soundly, looking at her frosty white hair and the wrinkles on her face, and stood there for a long time.
After that, he sold the good firewood he cut near Lanruo Temple, and used the money he earned to buy a big herring for ten cents, and gave it to an old man from a private school in the east of the city, asking him to give his son a good name.
In the end, he left all the remaining money to his wife, filled the water tank at home with water, and prepared rough carbon for the future winter.
The sun sets quickly.
The woodcutter lit a candle that he was usually reluctant to use, and looked at his sleeping wife and children in the candlelight.
The son's beautiful features and eyes look like his mother's, but his mouth looks like his own.
During the long night, the woodcutter carved the remaining half of the Bodhi tree into the shape of a sword-holding Taoist priest. His craftsmanship was not good and it looked a bit rough. He only had a third resemblance to Li Daoxuan.
At dawn, the woodcutter woke his wife and told her that he was actually a ghost and that he could come back because he met a great benefactor. From now on, she and her children would have to thank this statue every year and festival.
The wife was so sleepy that she thought she was dreaming and that he was talking nonsense.
The woodcutter added: "If our son is smart in the future, he must be educated and literate. He will not be as hopeless as his father."
"The old gentleman at the private school gave him a name, Caichen, Ning Caichen...it sounds really nice."
Finally, in front of his wife, he lit the talisman with a candle.
The void trembled, and the door to the Green Underworld slowly opened. The sudden dark wind blew out the candles, and the baby's cry also sounded.
The wife was completely awake. She called her husband's name and quickly lit the candle.
A lamp is like a bean, and the empty room suddenly becomes bright.
But the surroundings were empty, and the husband was nowhere to be seen.
Only the wooden sculpture of a Taoist priest holding a sword was placed quietly in front of the bed, his eyes indifferent, as if he had seen all the vicissitudes of the world.
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Lanruo Temple.
Li Daoxuan slowly closed his eyebrows and sighed softly, feeling a little sad.
Ning Caichen...
Could this child be Ning Caichen in the story?
The statue of himself, because it was carved from ancient Bodhi wood, is vaguely connected to him. Maybe there will be a fate in the future?
Lanruo Temple, Yan Chixia, Black Mountain Old Demon, Ning Caichen...
The story of A Chinese Ghost Story seems to be brewing quietly, but the tree demon in Lanruo Temple has been killed by him. Perhaps the trajectory of fate has changed?
Li Daoxuan shook his head and took one last look at the abandoned temple. The clouds and mist were rising at his feet, swaying upward towards Luoyang.
Everything depends on fate.
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Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.
As soon as he fell, the bad guys surrounded him, and Jiang Lian, the leader, reported the situation in Luoyang one by one.
"For the record, according to rough statistics, the number of casualties in the Luoyang disaster was no less than 10,000, including 3,000 Modao troops, 2,000 Xuanjia troops, and 400 demon-killing guards..."
Listening to Jiang Lian's report, Li Daoxuan's eyes were solemn.
Moro turned Luoyang into a prison, refining mortal flesh and blood to increase strength, causing a large number of innocent casualties.
It is a pity that these soldiers who are good at fighting failed to fight on the battlefield and defend their homes and country, and instead died at the hands of evil demons and heretics.
Moro is dead, but one person must be severely punished!
"Where is the eldest son Quanxi?"
As the governor of Luoyang, this person defected to the Moro Cult and used the power of the court to help Moro build formations, which resulted in numerous casualties among Luoyang soldiers and civilians. It was a heinous crime!
"The returning master has been imprisoned."
Li Daoxuan glanced at him and said calmly: "Why not kill him?"
Jiang Lian only felt an invisible sense of oppression coming over him, which made his heart beat faster and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"National Preceptor, he...he is from the eldest son's family, the uncle of the Queen and Duke Zhao. He involves relatives of the emperor, and we...don't dare to convict him easily."
Li Daoxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his hair flying, and his eyes as cold as cold springs.
Jiang Lian cannot be blamed for this matter. Although the bad guy has a high position and is more majestic than the royal guards in later generations, there is one place where he dare not reach out, and that is the royal family.
Everyone in the world knows His Majesty's love for Queen Changsun, and everyone knows the glory of Changsun's family.
Bad people obey the emperor's orders. If the emperor doesn't nod, who dares to kill the eldest son Quanxi?
The atmosphere was a little tense for a while, and several bad guys were too frightened to raise their heads.
Jiang Lian gritted his teeth and said: "If you dare to ask the Imperial Master for an order, we will kill this thief immediately!"
Li Daoxuan understood that he was testing himself, whether he, the Imperial Master, dared to take responsibility, and whether he had the courage to kill first and then report later.
"Killing him with one knife would be too easy for him."
Li Daoxuan's voice sounded faintly.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Jiang Lian's eyes, and he sighed in his heart and said: "In that case, according to the law, let's escort the eldest grandson Quanxi to the capital and hand him over to your majesty."
Li Dao
Jiang Lian was stunned and heard Li Daoxuan's voice continue to sound, calm and majestic.
“Bad people follow orders.”
"promise!"
"In my name, post a notice in Luoyang City to make all of Changsun Quanxi's crimes known to the public, and then immediately take him to the execution ground and punish him with Ling Chi!"
Jiang Lian suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with excitement.
Li Dao .”
All the bad guys were refreshed and looked at Li Daoxuan with their blood boiling.
"promise!"
The sound shook the sky, and the energy and blood surged.
Jiang Lian's eyes were moved, and he looked deeply at the Taoist in Qingyi in front of him. If he was only in awe of the power of the Imperial Master before, now, he is undoubtedly impressed by the responsibility and courage of the Imperial Master.
A scholar will die for his confidant. It is really a blessing for the Tang Dynasty to have such a national teacher!
"Great, let's see if eldest son Quanxi still dares to be arrogant in prison?"
"Haha, he has been sarcastic and sarcastic to us these days, and said that he will be fine when he gets to the capital. It's fine now, he can't get to the capital!"
"What a pleasure!"
The young delinquents whispered and admired the Imperial Master more and more.
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and walked forward without saying a word.
Jiang Lian caught up, coughed and said, "Well, Imperial Master, there is something you may need to be mentally prepared for..."
Li Daoxuan stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's Princess Changle. She... seems to be angry with you."
The smile on Li Daoxuan's face froze instantly.
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In a clean and tidy Zen room.
Xiao Changle still looks like a Taoist boy, with long hair combed into a bun. He is delicate and handsome, his skin is whiter than jade, and his black eyes are like the purest gems, but now they are full of grievances.
"Princess, don't blame me. He asked me to take you away in advance for your safety."
Bai She spoke human words, her voice was gentle and demure, but there was a hint of helplessness.
Its white jade-like body was played between Changle's palms, almost tangled into a bow.
Changle said aggrievedly: "Even if you want to take me away, do you need to knock me out?"
It turned out that two days ago, Li Daoxuan was worried about her safety, so he secretly cast a spell to make her fall asleep, and then ordered White Snake to take her out of Luoyang and hide her somewhere.
White Snake has been protecting her closely.
When Changle woke up, she realized that Luoyang had caused a catastrophe. While her master and Moro were fighting in a bloody battle, her apprentice was sleeping soundly?
I felt guilty and aggrieved.
Master is really always so domineering, can't you discuss it with me?
"Stinky master, bad master, Changle will never... ignore you easily again!"
Just as she was mumbling, White Snake's eyes lit up and she rushed towards the door.
"Haha, good disciple, my master is back!"
With the white dragon in his sleeve, Li Daoxuan touched its head, and then looked at the back of his disciple's head.
Good guy, you don’t even give me a straight face.
He walked around, Xiao Changle snorted, and turned his fair face away again, leaving only the master's back.
Li Daoxuan walked over again, and Chang Le continued to turn around, but suddenly found that there were masters standing in all directions. They looked exactly the same and were looking at him with smiles.
Several slender hands touched Chang Le's head together and rubbed the long, silky hair into a mess.
Xiao Changle closed his eyes angrily.
Don’t look at the head office!
However, at this time, a voice sounded.
"I originally brought a gift this time, but it seems that someone doesn't want it. In that case, I will give it to Xiaotian."
Changle immediately opened his eyes and shouted: "No, that's my gift!"
Li Daoxuan had a ruby-like peach core in his palm. He handed it to Chang Le and told her the origin and story of the peach core.
Changle's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"This is the Queen Mother's peach core? It's so good, I must plant it!"
Li Dao
After receiving the gift, Xiao Changle was no longer angry. She took out the nectar cake she had made and gave it to the master.
The little flower god smelled the fragrance and got into the cakes to eat. She didn't stop until her belly was round and her little wings could no longer fly.
"It's delicious. From now on, you will be my...cook, hiccup!"
In the Zen room, laughter suddenly broke out.
The little Flora didn't know what they were laughing at, so she just laughed along with her while rubbing her round belly.
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One day later.
At the foot of the White Horse Temple mountain, two tombs stood beside an unknown river.
"Master Sanle's Tomb."
"The Tomb of My Wife Sugar."
Xuanzang wore a white monk's robe and sat alone in front of the two tombs for a long time, with his eyes lowered and his expression gloomy, and he kept reciting the "Ksitigarbha Sutra".
In fact, he knew that neither Master nor Xiaotang would have another life.
There are no bones in the tomb, only an umbrella and the futon that the master used to meditate during his lifetime, which is equivalent to a tomb.
Xuanzang felt as if he had lost everything.
Boom!
I don’t know how many times I have recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra. The sun was gradually obscured by clouds and it started to rain heavily.
Xuanzang sat in the rain, letting the rain wet the monk's robes, and continued to chant sutras without moving.
An umbrella protected him from the heavy rain.
Xuanzang's silent eyes moved, as if he remembered that beautiful and charming girl. She always held an umbrella to protect herself from the wind and rain.
However, now that he is outside the grave, the umbrella remains in the grave forever.
"Brother, I want to be alone for a while."
Li Daoxuan held an umbrella and did not leave. Instead, he stood quietly to protect him from the wind and rain.
"Master Sanle is my respected senior, and Xiaotang is also my friend. I should come to pay homage to them."
Li Daoxuan bowed to Sanle's grave and closed his eyes in mourning.
Regardless of Taoism and Buddhism, Li Daoxuan will respect a senior like Master Sanle who cares about the common people and is compassionate, even if he is just an ordinary person.
If there are more people like this, there will be less ugliness in the world.
"Master Sanle had no regrets in the end. He left with a smile. He calmed down the sea of suffering with his golden body and blessed the common people. He realized his long-cherished wish."
Li Daoxuan patted Xuanzang on the shoulder and said, "If you don't believe me, just take a look."
Xuanzang followed his hand, his eyes moved, and he froze.
In the muddy mountains and fields, many people, old or young, male or female, wearing white mourning clothes and holding black umbrellas, were walking forward, striding forward or supporting others.
Li Daoxuan ordered the bad guys to post notices and tell the people all the ins and outs of the Luoyang disaster, including what Master Sanle had done.
Sacrifice one's life to eliminate evil spirits, and save one's life from the sea of suffering.
The sentence "The sea of suffering will be over, if the poor monks suffer more, the world will suffer less" has been echoing in Li Daoxuan's heart like thunder.
Such people should be remembered by the world.
The common people bent down and knelt down towards Sanle's tomb, ignoring the mud, and kowtowed in gratitude.
Luoyang already has a strong Buddhist atmosphere, and they have heartfelt respect for such an eminent monk who saved the people of the city.
Xuanzang didn't know whether it was tears or rain in his eyes. He finally stopped chanting, his lips trembled slightly, and he looked at this scene dreamily.
"Although Master Sanle has left, he will always remain in Buddhist scriptures, history books, and... people's hearts."
Li Daoxuan wiped his tears with his sleeves, patted his shoulder again, stopped talking, and silently put away his umbrella.
The wind stops, the rain stops, the clouds disperse, and the sun shines.
Gurgling.
A small golden fish swam to the shore, blew bubbles at Xuanzang, and refused to leave for a long time.
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