Time has no end, and it is often said to the monks practicing in the monastery.

The time in the Thousand Buddhas Temple of Silver Moon Country goes by monotonously and plainly day after day.

When I woke up in the morning, there was an autumn rain. The leaves in the temple were carried away by the autumn rain and spread a thick layer on the ground.

The world seems to be still sleeping peacefully, except the old monk who got up earlier today.

It was not because he was rushing to the main hall to do morning prayers. These days, the old monk was chanting sutras in the Buddhist hall and did not go to the main hall to practice with the other monks.

Wu-Se got up early and made some white porridge and corn for the master from the Zhaitang, then walked slowly into the Buddhist hall.

He looked at the old monk and asked, "Master, are you in a good mood today?"

"Very good." The old monk replied with a smile: "As long as you don't care about appearance, is there any day that is not a good day or a moment that is not in a good mood?"

Wuhe was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Master said that the disciples are stupid."

The old monk shook his head and then asked: "What day is today?"

Wuwo took out the white porridge, corn and vegetables from the food box one after another, and replied: "The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed ten days, and it won't be long before it snows."

"Another Mid-Autumn Festival has passed..."

The old monk sighed, got up and went to the basin at the door to clean his hands, then returned to the Buddhist hall and picked up the white porridge on the table.

Shi Wuyan means that even when facing his own disciples, the old monk must exercise self-discipline.

It wasn't until the old monk finished eating the white porridge and corn in front of him, Wuwo collected the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and then said with doubt: "It seems that the princess has not come to visit the master for many days."

The old monk shook his head, suddenly laughed, and said: "She is a worldly person, and she is bound by worldly things. How can she be the same as being a teacher?"

Wuwo said: "Master, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"If the princess doesn't come in these two days, let's go to the palace for a walk and see my two disciples." The old monk replied calmly.

Wuwo was very happy after hearing this, smiled and nodded.

After all, he hasn't been to the palace for a long time. If nothing else, the plain cakes in the palace are his favorite thing.

After clearing the things on the table, Wuwo thought that he would have to go to the Luohan Hall for duty today, so he said goodbye and left.

I gently breathed in the fresh morning air, my selfless heart was filled with joy, and I thought I could finally go to the palace to play.

The old monk who was sitting quietly in the Buddhist hall burned a stick of incense and lit the small stove on the table with his hand. A pot of tea after the meal was also part of his spiritual practice.

After a while, the aroma of boiling tea rose.

The old monk was about to pick up the kettle, but a warm voice came to the temple.

"Autumn is in full bloom and the chrysanthemums are yellow. It's a good time to make tea. Master is always good at it."

Before he finished speaking, Li Xiuyuan took off his shoes and walked into the Buddhist hall with a smile on his face. He clasped his hands and said, "I am so happy to see the Bodhisattva again."

The old monk was stunned, looked at the childish-looking young man, and couldn't help but murmured: "Who are you?"

Li Xiuyuan stepped forward and sat down at the front table. He sighed and said, "How many years have I been here and I can't remember that Master Yuanzhen has forgotten me?"

"Are you...are you a little Taoist priest from Tianfeng Kingdom?"

Monk Yuanzhen laughed, reached out and picked up an extra tea cup, and slowly poured tea into it.

He replied happily: "When I woke up this morning, I heard the magpies outside the Buddhist hall crow. It turned out that the little donor was back... By the way, why do you look like you have rejuvenated your youth? What about your lifelong cultivation?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and sighed softly: "The Buddha said that you can see me with your form and pray to me with your voice. But people who practice evil ways cannot see the Buddha."

The old monk was startled, immediately clasped his hands and replied excitedly: "Amitabha, it is really a pity that the donor does not enter Buddhism."

Li Xiuyuan sighed again and said with a smile: "My first old monk told me this, but I have too many connections in this world, and I'm afraid I won't be able to give it up and enter Buddhism." After saying this, he took out the scripture he had copied and held it in both hands.

superior.

He said quietly: "For me, there is no difference between being a monk at home."

Monk Yuanzhen took the Buddhist scripture with both hands and opened it gently. After reading a few sentences, he was shocked. He looked at him and replied, "Where does this scripture come from?"

Li Xiuyuan pointed his finger to the sky and said quietly: "This is a disciple who is taught by his master. He comes from somewhere above the nine heavens. I don't know the details."

Thinking of the old Taoist priest and the old monk whom he had not seen for a long time, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh quietly.

Xin Dao’s journey of becoming a mortal begins from the Shura Heaven Realm.

Seeing the panic on Monk Yuanzhen's face, he could only patiently explain: "You are an eminent monk, so don't ask me about the truth behind this. I am also on the path of cultivation."

Thinking about the sermon held at Qianfo Temple before, Li Xiuyuan just wanted to dig a hole in the Buddhist hall and hide in it for a while before coming out.

After listening to the teachings of the holy monk from Xuefeng Mountain, he realized that his understanding of Buddhism was far from adequate, let alone the mysterious old monk who was with the old Taoist priest.

Old monk Yuanzhen was startled, looked at him and asked blankly: "That day, the young benefactor preached the Dharma to us. The monks in the temple and the monks in Silver Moon City benefited a lot, and even the emperor heard the truth..."

Li Xiuyuan was anxious, looked at him, shook his head and said, "Don't look at me, I don't understand anything and I won't tell you anything."

Are you kidding? Li Xiuyuan thought to himself: How dare I say anything casually again? If I say something wrong, it would be a sin for you to misunderstand the essence of the Buddhist scriptures.

Now he finally understands what it means to be speechless.

Old monk Yuan Zhen sighed, thinking that he could only slowly study the essentials of this Buddhist scripture with his senior brothers and uncles in the temple.

After all, he also understands that words can easily lead to other meanings.

The two drank two cups of tea quietly until the fragrance in the incense burner burned out.

Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but ask: "Master, have you seen Princess Yinyue these days? Is she married to the prince of Da Chu?"

Old monk Yuan Zhen shook his head and replied softly: "The princess has not been here for many days. As for her marriage to Da Chu, it should be next spring."

After a moment of silence, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said: "That's good, at least the two countries will not be at war again in the future."

Li Xiuyuan did not ask the old monk about the trading market built by Da Chu and Yinyue in Black Salt City. He had already left and would not care about it anymore.

If Elder Huangfu hadn't first betrayed the dean in the academy and then wanted to chop off one of his arms, he would have never wanted to argue with Da Chu again.

If so, he would have to find a perfect opportunity to go to the Imperial City of Dachu to ask the emperor and his uncle for explanations about Xiao Longer and Xiao Qing being abducted.

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan said without mercy: "After I meet the master, I will return to Luoxia Mountain."

Originally, he had thought of traveling with him in the Xiu Tian Territory to meet those guys.

After being disturbed by Huangfu Xuanming of the academy, he immediately lost all interest. He just wanted to meet the old monk and then set off for Tianfeng Kingdom.

And because Qin Qianshan plotted against him on the Shura battlefield, he didn't even want to see Queen Changsun.

At most, let Old Man Di go to the city and drink Bawang Chen to Luoxia Mountain for a drink, and help him achieve a few more realms.

Xiaoyun's chance is given to Overlord Chen.

At least Qin Qianshan, the days are long and he will come back to cause trouble for that guy after he turns into a mortal.

"Don't you want to meet the princess and the little emperor of Silver Moon Kingdom?"

Old monk Yuanzhen quietly put away the Buddhist scriptures in his hands, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said: "Back then, the child was pregnant with a strange disease, and all the famous doctors we invited from all over the world were unable to do anything..."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He suddenly remembered what happened to Xiao Long'er.

If Xiao Long'er hadn't met the young emperor of the Silver Moon Kingdom when he was playing in the temple, I'm afraid that guy would still be sick to this day.

Sighing, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said: "That is the fate between my sister and Emperor Yinyue, and it has nothing to do with me."

Having said this, he paused for a moment.

Looking at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar, he said: "Even if Chu Feng and I are friends, how can I still have a fate with them if Chu Feng offends me again and again?"

Old monk Yuan Zhen couldn't help being stunned when he heard it. He looked at him and said in a daze: "By the way, you are the marshal of Da Chu, and you helped them repel Yin Yue's army?"

What the old monk wants to say is that if it weren't for you, the Silver Moon Kingdom would not have signed a city contract with Da Chu.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan told him this.

Li Xiuyuan drank half the cup of tea in his hand and suddenly laughed when he looked at the old monk in front of him.

After thinking for a while, he said calmly: "Let me tell you a story for the master."

It is said that a long time ago, there were two families who were neighbors, and one of them was richer.

One year, a natural disaster caused the fields to yield no harvest.

The poor people's families have no harvest. If Hong Kong receives relief, they will have to wait to starve to death.

The rich family had a lot of food stored at home, and they were afraid that their friends would starve, so they sent a liter of rice to the poor family, saving their immediate needs.

The poor family was able to survive and they were very grateful to their savior.

After they survived the most difficult days, the poor went to the rich's home to express their gratitude.

While the two were chatting, they accidentally mentioned that the seeds for next spring had not yet been harvested.

The master of the rich family waved his hand and said: "Don't be anxious, I still have some food at home, you can just take a bucket of it."

When the man from the poor family heard this, he gratefully took a bucket of rice and went home.

Unexpectedly, after returning home, the woman at home frowned and said, "What can you do with this bucket of rice? It's not enough for sowing next spring!"

After thinking for a while, he said: "They are going too far. Their family is so rich, shouldn't they give us more food?"

Somehow, someone told the story to the owner of a wealthy family.
To be continued...