In the dream, the little tiger turned over and dreamed that his husband had turned into Buddhas on the stone wall.

While grinding his teeth, he talked in his sleep: "Sir, wait a minute, Xiaohu."

The fat monk, who was sitting quietly in front of the Buddha, witnessed for the first and last time in the grotto that Li Xiuyuan transformed into mountains and rivers, transformed into gods and Buddhas, and subdued demons with the wave of his hand.

It wasn't until long after Li Xiuyuan left with Xiaohu that he discovered when he was cleaning the stone room where Li Xiuyuan once retreated...

On the originally empty stone wall, a Buddha statue was indented.

It must have been that senior brother, while in seclusion, mobilized the power of the heavens to leave his figure here, just like the magic circles left in the mountains and engraved on the stone walls.

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When he once enlightened and broke through the tribulation, he did not swing his sword to kill the enemy, but let the high priest live.

For him, this was another sublimation of his state of mind. Facing a peerless enemy, he could choose not to kill him.

Just as he confidently said, in the cave and in front of the Buddhas, he was an invincible existence here.

You don't even need to use your trump card to defeat the enemy in front of you.

Xiaohu, who got up early, practiced swordplay for half an hour, then knocked on his husband's door and shouted that he could write Spring Festival couplets.

"My mother said that we should have the joy of celebrating the New Year."

Xiao Hu pulled Mr. Hu to get up and shouted: "The great monk also bought fireworks and firecrackers for Xiao Hu. He said he wanted Xiao Hu to set them off for Bodhisattvas and Buddhas to listen to the sounds of the world."

Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly, touched his head and said with a smile, "It's up to you."

Under the green pear tree, two girls were sitting quietly.

In front of the two of them were several plates of cakes from Huangquan Village and a small pot of spiritual wine.

Xiaolian looked at the old monk aside and asked, "Master, why don't you and your senior drink alcohol?"

In the girl's eyes, the old Taoist priest and the old monk were guarding a pot of spiritual tea and had been chatting for a long time.

Only a small pot of spiritual tea was placed in front of the two women whom the old monk waved to, which made her feel incredible. She must know that the two old men like to drink the most.

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said with a smile: "This wine was brewed by my disciple on the Wangchuan River. It is unique in the world and is specially reserved for you."

"How is Master now?" Yelu Mingzhu did not pick up the wine glass, but looked at the old monk and asked softly.

The master in her heart is still the same as the one on Tianshan Mountain, the master who will be too old to go down to Tianshan Mountain and will grow old in the next moment, just like her biological father.

Is it possible that Master has already transformed into a Taoist form on the Tianshan Mountains?

Otherwise, why would you go to the legendary River of Forgetfulness and think about brewing a vat of spiritual wine for the old monk to bring back to you and Xiaolian?

Lao Shang shook his head: "He, he is a few years younger than you two now, but I don't know if what he will look like after he has overcome the tribulation will scare you."

Yelu Mingzhu was startled when he heard this, and continued to ask: "Master will leave Wangchuan after passing through the tribulation? That would be too magical?"

The old Taoist priest added spiritual tea to the cups of both of them, looked at her and sighed: "He went to places you can't imagine and you can't go to. Even Wangchuan is where he paused."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting in the grotto studying ink, appeared, and Xiaohu, who was waiting aside, was laughing and eating melon seeds.

Not far away, there is a fat monk sitting at the table making tea.

What appeared in front of Yelu Mingzhu was the master who loved him in the small town when she came to the Fuchun River from the grassland.

Thinking about everything in front of her, Yelu Mingzhu sighed softly, took Xiaolian's hand and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaolian, was this what the master looked like when he first came to the town?"

Xiaolian tilted her head and thought for a while, then said softly: "The godfather now is a few years younger than he was back then. Unexpectedly, he has become a boy again?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said in a solemn voice: "No, it was in the desert grottoes of Da Qin that he realized the great ways of heaven and earth, and experienced some unspeakable adventures..."

The old monk thought for a while, frowned and said: "Although you two practice very quickly, he has experienced thousands of years of life and death in that place to realize enlightenment." Xiaolian thought for a while and asked in a low voice: "Yes

A place like that?”

The old Taoist priest took a sip of the spiritual tea and replied: "Drink two cups of spiritual wine first. Don't let my disciple's hard work go down."

The old monk sighed: "Buddha said that time has no end. When you go to a place like that one day, you will understand what it means to become eternity in a moment."

Yelu Mingzhu picked up the wine glass and took a sip, but then frowned: "Master, why does this spiritual wine taste like tears?"

The old monk was startled, then he suddenly realized and smiled bitterly: "Perhaps he thought of his parents and sisters when he was brewing this vat of spiritual wine?"

After drinking two glasses of spiritual wine, Yelv Mingzhu felt that her body had undergone some changes again, as if the divine sea was slowly expanding, and the flesh, muscles, and veins throughout her body were changing.

He couldn't help but look at Li Xiuyuan in the grotto and said, "Master, Mingzhu misses you so much?"

"Pearl?"

Li Xiuyuan, who had just put his pen and inkstone on the table, was shocked when he heard this. He looked into the void and murmured: "Is Mingzhu okay? Are the old monk, my master, and you together?"

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and wiped the clouds in front of his eyes, looked at the two women and said, "Go back and rest, and quietly feel the changes in your bodies."

Yelu Mingzhu took Xiaolian's hand and left quietly. She was very happy to see her master.

At least Master is still alive. As long as he is alive, there is still hope.

Xiaolian, like Yelu Mingzhu, held her hand and whispered: "Sister, walk faster, I'm so excited."

The old Taoist priest watched the two girls walk away, and then murmured back: "That guy Watson's little sister Xiaolian is also with your disciple. I'm not the only one to drink the sacred wine you brewed."

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Listening to the voice coming from the sea of ​​gods, Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "I am just thinking about you, Master, because I have an unexpected encounter. By the way, when are you going to visit my parents and Mu Mu?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "Those two little girls are in the process of Phoenix Nirvana. I'm afraid they have to wait a little longer. Why are you so anxious?"

"When did it happen?" Li Xiuyuan smiled.

"The moment you were observing life and death in the grotto, the two of them also achieved nirvana...Okay, don't come to me if you have nothing to do. You can't just let others drink that wine."

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and said: "Don't mess with the rules of heaven and earth."

Xiaohu waved his hand in front of Li Xiuyuan and shouted: "Sir, you are in a daze again. Are you talking to Xiaohu or the fat monk?"

Li Xiuyuan stopped his hand and came to sit in front of the fat monk. He sighed softly and said: "I am talking to your master. He is truly thousands of miles away from us and cannot be reached."

The fat monk thought for a while and said, "Did your master leave you just like my master?"

Li Xiuyuan nodded: "He is much further away than your master, and he doesn't like to look at me. He only appears in my dreams occasionally."

Xiaohu nodded as if thinking, and said with a smile: "Just like Xiaohu, sir often appears in Xiaohu's dreams."

Looking at the two people in front of him, Li Xiuyuan suddenly felt separated. He wanted to go back and see Xiao Hei.

Thinking of this, he looked at the fat monk and smiled: "I decided to take Xiaohu out of the desert on the third day of junior high school. My brother is alone in the imperial city, so I don't feel at ease."

Although the fat monk knew that Li Xiuyuan was leaving, he did not expect that the departure would come so suddenly. He was stunned and speechless for a while.

Li Xiuyuan sighed and said in a solemn voice: "Believe me, all the opportunities I can give you will be given to you and Xiaohu. As long as you continue to practice, you will one day realize the great truth."

The fat monk nodded heavily and murmured to himself: "Before senior brother leaves, we have to get drunk for three days."

Xiaohu glanced at the gentleman, turned around and smiled at the fat monk: "Sir, it's up to you."

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The Buddha said that the eight sufferings in the world are the suffering of love and separation, the suffering of resentment and hatred, and the suffering of not being able to seek. This was chewed in Li Xiuyuan's mouth, and it was also said in the mouth of the fat monk in his dream.

The sky was slightly bright, and Li Xiuyuan took Xiao Hei and quietly led the horse down the mountain.

One of the two horses was left for the fat monk so that he could go shopping in Yuezhi City. Li Xiuyuan left a pile of money bags on the table so that the fat monk could hire dozens of craftsmen to slowly build the grotto.

It will be the beginning of spring in a few days, and there will be fewer and fewer snowflakes in the sky.

The horse stepped on the snow and headed towards Yuezhi King City. As it got closer and closer to Yuezhi King City, the little tiger lying on Mr.'s back couldn't help but laugh.

He guessed that he would see his mother soon. Even so, Xiaohu was still very excited.

At half past midnight, two black carriages drove slowly out of Yuezhi Imperial City, but Zhuan Qulan, who had received a message from Li Xiuyuan, came slowly with two maids, driving two carriages.

In the wilderness not far from the imperial city, Xiaohu got into the carriage and hugged his mother tightly.

His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of the dynasty, followed the Queen, drifting into the sky like wisps of smoke rising from Yuezhi City, and disappeared into the vast snowfield, leaving not even a trace.

Xiaohu raised his little face, with a faint mist in his eyes, hugged Zhuan Qulan and said, "Mom, let's not be separated again."

Zhuan Qulan touched Xiaohu's head, looked at his one-year-old son, and said with a smile: "It's up to you."

The conversation was nothing new, but it was a mother's greatest love for her son. In order for her son not to be harmed, she would rather give up the comfortable life in the royal city and wander around in the wilderness with the little tiger.

Until I met the gentleman passing by in the wilderness at night, between life and death.

Although he was separated from his mother for such a long time for the first time, he believed that his mother hiding in the royal city must be waiting for him and his husband to pick her up.

After a long time, Mrs. Yan said softly: "After the New Year, you will be one year older. From now on, you must listen to your husband."

The little tiger hummed, put his head on his mother's lap, and stopped moving.

To him, his husband is very important, but his mother is also indispensable. Xiaonian doesn't have much thought, and he hasn't even thought about whether to return to the royal city when he grows up.

Right now, he just wants to follow his husband to the imperial city to study and practice, and then when he comes back from school, he can eat the food cooked by his mother and hear his mother's laughter.

Seeing the mother and son looking so peaceful, the maid couldn't bear to disturb them. She just sat quietly and nibbled on the melon seeds in her hand.

Because Mrs. Yan told them that it was a long way to the imperial city, the two of them had to buy some extra snacks for fear of getting bored on the road.

After a long while, ten miles away from the royal city, Xiaohu smiled and said: "When Xiaohu came down the mountain, the fat monk was still dreaming."
To be continued...