Li Xiuyuan murmured: "There is a temple in Western Tianzhu called Landa... It turns out that where is the place where your dream, monk, begins."

He was talking about the majestic temple that Monk Tripitaka wanted to go to.

But in his mind, he was thinking about the abandoned small temple that Xiao Hei passed by in Beiqi.

It turns out that there are such similarities between heaven and earth.

The difference is that the Landa Temple in the West is a holy place in the hearts of Buddhist practitioners, and it will be the place where the dream of monk Tripitaka begins.

While adding snow water to the pot and continuing to boil water, he sighed softly.

I don’t know where my dream will be?

Monk Sanzang didn't expect Li Xiuyuan's reaction to be so big. He couldn't help but smile: "Is it possible that the little donor also wants to become a monk and practice Buddhism?"

The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. From Sanzang's point of view, as long as Li Xiuyuan wanted to enter Buddhism, he was willing to guide him.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "I can't enter Buddhism for the time being. Thank you, monk, for your kindness."

Monk Sanzang did not expect that Li Xiuyuan would reject his proposal without even thinking. He smiled lightly and said, "Actually, you can practice Buddhism without becoming a monk."

Unexpectedly, this statement was Li Xiuyuan's favorite truth.

He has been practicing Buddhism since he was a child. He has been practicing in the monastery for an unknown number of years. Compared with the monk Sanzang in front of him, he has suffered as much as Sanzang.

But he also understood that because he had to practice and recite the Buddha's name, he actually didn't read many volumes of the Buddhist scriptures.

But the guy in front of me is the Tripitaka monk who is known by the world as an excellent master of sutras, vinayas and commentaries. In the end, his cultivation on the Buddhist path should surpass his own.

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Monk is compassionate."

Sanzang smiled when he heard this, thinking that since you don't want to practice Buddhism, you don't need to worry about it anymore.

Instead, he pointed to a few newly planted plum trees outside the door and asked, "Isn't it easy to transplant plum trees this season?" qδ

Li Xiuyuan suddenly saw the unintentional shadow of the Prajna Temple in Monk Sanzang.

The difference is that although Wu Xin has a firm Buddha mind, he is obsessed with the love of the three worlds, and finally ends up in a dilemma where he can have both peace and harmony in this world.

The monk Tripitaka in front of us is obviously very persevering and persevering in his devotion to Buddhism. No one in the world can shake his devotion to the Buddha.

I sighed again and again in my heart, but a faint smile appeared on my face.

He replied: "It doesn't matter. Since I transplanted them here, I just want to spread out more branches and leaves, and have more cold fragrance in winter... I have a way to keep them alive."

Pointing to the spiritual tea in the pot, he said, "This tea is only for those in the sky. I'll take it to them for a taste later."

Having said this, Monk Sanzang remembered the spiritual tea in the cup.

He had also visited countless monasteries and received offerings from officials and businessmen in the world, but when had he ever drank such spiritual tea?

Li Xiuyuan's words that this tea should only be found in heaven made him think of more things in an instant.

Then there was a faint smile on his face, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "So, Sanzang and the donor do have some unforgettable fate."

With a thought in his heart, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but say: "Buddha said that fate in the world cannot be sought, and if you cannot get it, you can't give it up. A monk should give up fate in the world."

The speaker was unintentional, but monk Sanzang couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.

Do you think you are the legendary prophet?

Sighing, you said leisurely: "Fate gathers, fate disperses, fate dies, you can't ask for it, you can't keep it, you can't let it go... Actually, there is another thing that the donor didn't say, that is, you can't let it go."

Li Xiuyuan was speechless for a moment.

Xin Dao said that ever since he left the Great Buddhist Temple at the foot of Tianshan Mountain and left his parents in Fengyun City, he had been trying to let go.

Just like the old Taoist master asked him to recite and stop reciting.

I have also thought about and stopped thinking about those guys in the wild world, and I have also told Chu Feng and Hua Tianyu in the Shura Realm not to think about myself anymore.

Even finally returned to the imperial city of the Five Regions and the Fuchun River

I went to a small town and met Xiao Lian who was selling apricot flowers in the spring rain.

Aren't you just trying to let go?

To this day, he doesn't know if he has let it go. Only in the dead of night, he occasionally thinks of those bits and pieces of those years.

This is the secret in his heart, and naturally he cannot let the monk in front of him touch it.

So he smiled faintly: "Monk, have you let go of the past again?"

Upon hearing this, Sanzang calmly understood: "My past is very simple. I was very sad when my mother left. Later, my father also left me, so I followed my brother and left my hometown..."

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he felt a pain in his chest.

Monk Tripitaka's words made him think of the day when he would be separated from his parents, and also of the past when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva under the abyss studied Buddhism for his mother.

He picked up the pot and poured some spiritual tea into the monk's cup.

He said quietly: "There are many wronged souls in the Tang Dynasty. Monk, you want to incarnate as Ksitigarbha and exorcise all the wronged souls in the human world."

Sanzang was startled when he heard this, and then an indescribable expression appeared on his face.

He sighed silently: "How dare Tripitaka dare to compare with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Since I have entered Buddhism, I should take it as my joy to practice the supreme Buddhist scriptures and my responsibility to bring the supreme scriptures to the world."

"Then you will have to endure a lot of hardships... What if the people of the world don't cherish the true scriptures that you have sought through thousands of mountains and rivers, and don't follow the teachings of Buddhism?"

After pausing for a moment, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said seriously: "I have seen the devil in the temple, but I'm afraid you can't even think of Sanzang, right?"

"You can't become a Buddha just by entering a temple or a Buddhist hall and putting on monk's robes. In many cases, there are more demons than Buddhas in the temple..."

Sighing quietly, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and asked: "So, monk, do you want to practice and save the world?"

Not to mention Tianluo City at the foot of Mount Xumi, which was the monastery of the Zhou Dynasty. How many people are there who sincerely practice Buddhism?

When the abbot and a group of monks were dazzled by the temple's harvest, they only saw the golden money in their hearts, and there were no more Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the altar.

Now that there is a past, it is inevitable that temples after the Tang Dynasty will follow the footsteps of the Zhou Dynasty?

After thinking for a while, Li Xiuyuan looked at Sanzang and continued: "Buddha said that if samadhi is not eradicated, greed, anger, and ignorance will captivate your eyes."

When Sanzang heard this, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "If the donor had never practiced Buddhism, Sanzang would never believe it. It is really a blessing to see him today."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned, thinking that he accidentally said too much.

Before he could think of how to reply, he heard footsteps and voices in the mountains.

Not long after, the old man Hong Yuanhai came to the wooden house with a group of craftsmen.

With only the sound of the old man and craftsmen discussing the repairs of the wooden house outside the house, Li Xiuyuan had no choice but to say to Sanzang: "I haven't lived in this house for a long time, and today I asked the craftsmen to come..."

When Monk Tripitaka saw him, he thought that today was not the right time.

Immediately he stood up and said to Li Xiuyuan: "In this case, I will come back to discuss the principles of Buddhism with Almsgiver Li after this day."

Li Xiuyuan accompanied Sanzang out of the living room, waved to the old man and said, "Shopkeeper, you can do whatever you want. I'll see the guests off. I'll be there in a moment."

The old man obviously did not expect that Li Xiuyuan would meet an acquaintance when he first entered the forest. Upon closer inspection, he saw a young monk following Li Xiuyuan.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then smiled: "The ground in front of here has just been moved, so there shouldn't be any need to plow it, right?"

"No, I can't touch this garden. I just need to renovate the house."

Waving his hand, Li Xiuyuan accompanied Monk Sanzang and walked out.

The two of them came to the intersection between the mountains and looked at the imperial city under the white clouds from a distance. They thought about the war not long ago and saw that there were two completely different worlds between the snowy mountains.

The current Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty is a completely new world.

But the beauty here inevitably reminded Li Xiuyuan of that fight in the summer that was darker than the night.

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Standing at the intersection, looking at the rolling clouds in the sky, Li Xiuyuan did not feel any sense of ecstasy.

But I thought about what Monk Tripitaka said before: fate gathers, fate disperses, fate disappears, fate cannot be sought, cannot be kept, and cannot be given up...

Clouds are born, clouds are destroyed, clouds are coming together again, conditions arise and conditions come together and conditions are separated, haha, these are all the different aspects of life.

The two of them looked up and saw that the green mountains were gradually becoming less dense and the trees were about to dye them. They saw that another year of late autumn was approaching.

The imperial city above the snow-capped mountains and under the clouds are two completely different worlds.

Monk Sanzang walked to Li Xiuyuan and looked down the mountain into the distance.

The two people's eyes fell under the clouds, and the Chang'an Imperial City came into view. The golden sunlight passed through the thin clouds and shone on the glazed tiles on the eaves of the palace, reflecting a faint golden color.

The most spectacular city in the Tang Empire, in Sanzang's eyes, it was the largest and most majestic town in the world.

To Li Xiuyuan, this was a sinful city that had just been washed away with blood.

Monk Sanzang looked at the imperial city under the sun, thinking about his long journey that had yet to be settled.

I had mixed feelings for a while and was speechless for a long time.

After a long time, he murmured softly: "Buddha said that all appearances are not appearances, but Tripitaka still likes this majestic city."

Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly, thinking that the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the close of the Han Dynasty, the wars of the Zhou Dynasty and the sky of the Sui Dynasty, could not match the great ambition of King Qin of the Tang Dynasty in the end.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but say: "This imperial city has always been beautiful."

Sanzang said quietly: "The people who built this majestic city must have been amazing."
To be continued...