A long, long time ago, when they had just settled down in Mount Qingliang, the eldest sister had not yet married off to the distant Jiangnan, the second sister had not yet had a wheelchair as a companion, and the younger brother had not yet been enlightened. The four innocent and happy children would randomly find an empty space, set up a grid, and jump around for an entire afternoon without tiring. When it was time to eat, the man who did not wear armor and thus only looked like a rich man would always call for the children under his wife's orders. His legs were slightly lame, and the man had a temperament of wanting to save face in front of his children. As a result, he would only laugh happily and watch them play. If it were not for his wife personally coming to catch them, the man would continue to watch, telling them to slow down and not fall.
No one would ever know why, ever since he left Liaodong and Jinzhou, a man who had seen the magnificent scenery of Northern Han, Later Sui, Western Chu, Western Shu, and so many other countries, would, in the end, patiently watch his four children perform the same routine over and over again. Yet, after his wife urged him to leave, he would feel reluctant to part. It was as if he hoped that his four children would always be this carefree, that they would not grow up, that the woman would not marry out of the family, and that the son would not take on any burdens.
Perhaps no one would ever know that there was a young man, who was not a sword immortal of the land, who jumped around on a flying sword above the sea of clouds just because he thought of the happy times of his childhood.
Xu Fengnian finally stopped and lay down on his back. Beneath him, a hundred flying swords instantly gathered and connected.
Hsu Fengnian lay on a large bed of flying swords. He narrowed his eyes and gazed at the sky, the brilliant sunlight falling on his body.
His golden body was resplendent.
— —
Not long ago, on an official road in Youzhou near Escape Summer Town, the exhausted young woman could no longer endure the scorching sun. She told her companion that she wanted to rest for a while. Afterwards, she leaned against the trunk of a willow tree by the side of the road and took a nap. A bald little monk in a tattered kasaya squatted by the young woman's side. After she fell asleep, he gently waved his sleeve, fanning a gentle breeze. However, the little monk was a little worried. He noticed that she seemed to be having nightmares again. He frowned. It wasn't just this afternoon nap. In fact, ever since the two of them entered Beiliang's territory, she often had nightmares like this. She would wake up in the middle of the night from time to time. No matter how tired she was, she would refuse to close her eyes and sleep.
I didn't take good care of Thingy … Thingy has suffered a lot. She hasn't bought any rouge for more than half a year. She doesn't even look at the shops. Thingy even deliberately said that she doesn't like rouge anymore … Master, while Thingy still likes rouge, please teach me. This time, I will study diligently and become a Buddha as soon as possible … "
The small monk suddenly heard a very familiar voice. "This stupid disciple of yours."
The little monk hurriedly raised his head with a face full of pleasant surprise. Then, he stretched out his finger and made a shushing sound, indicating that the newcomer should not disturb her. The little monk did not even bother to wipe away the tears on his face.
The white-robed monk who had rushed over from Mount Wudang sighed in his heart. His daughter was right. She was a stupid girl.
Li Xiaoxin slowly sat down on the ground.
Abbot, abbot. The area within a radius of ten feet immediately became cool.
The white-robed monk closed his eyes and gently stretched out his hand to touch the space between his daughter's eyebrows.
…
Three years of Xiangfu. It was the end of autumn.
The Beimang army had gathered again. 400,000 elites were continuously pressing on Huaiyang Pass.
A young monk broke through the clouds and landed outside the city like an immortal. He sat cross-legged.
The young monk suddenly raised his head and said in a deep voice, "The world is so big. Please allow me to erect a benevolent monument in front of Beimang City!"
He closed his eyes and put his palms together.
In fact, he did not say it out loud. No matter how big the world was, it was only the East, West, North, and South.
The cavalry did not charge. Instead, they slowly held the line and then released thousands of arrows.
The arrows were densely packed like a swarm of locusts.
The entire sky was like a fragile piece of silk that was instantly torn apart by sharp weapons.
The young monk lowered his head and chanted sutras, forming a golden body.
As waves of arrows rained down, the monk's golden light began to waver and weaken.
The arrow rain was endless.
Scarlet blood began to gradually soak the kasaya.
The lips of the young monk who was covered in blood trembled. He lowered his head and murmured, "Master, you have said that deep in love, do you regret it? I don't understand the principles you said, but it doesn't matter. If I go west, I'll go. If I become a Buddha, I'll become a Buddha. "
For some reason, his scarlet body turned into a golden color in an instant.
The monk, whose vision was blurred, turned his head with difficulty and looked at the city wall. His face was full of tears but he grinned. He raised his hand and patted his ear, as if he was telling someone something.
He turned his head and bent down slightly. He reached out and pushed the sand in front of his feet. It seemed that he was lifting something up for setting down something.
He bent two fingers and gently knocked!
Between heaven and earth.
Suddenly, there was a clear and melodious sound of a wooden fish …
Under the shade of the willow, the girl suddenly cried. After opening her eyes, she looked around blankly.
When she saw that the stupid Nanbei was still there and that white robe, she did not know if she was still dreaming. She cried even harder.
The little monk, who did not know what to do, pulled his master's sleeve and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, what's wrong with her?"
The white-robed monk held his daughter in his arms and comforted her softly, "Okay, okay, silly girl, don't be afraid. Father and the stupid Nanbei are here."
The white-robed monk reached out and wiped his daughter's forehead. She fell into a deep sleep.
This time, she had no dreams and slept very soundly.
Li Xiaoxin let his daughter continue to sit against the willow tree. After helping to wipe the tears on her cheeks, he touched his big bald head and turned to the little bald head beside him and said, "Nanbei, when she wakes up, take her to the Ziyang Palace on Mount Wudang. Your master's wife is waiting for you there. She complains that the vegetarian dishes in the Taoist temple on the mountain have no oil and are not delicious. She misses your cooking very much. Remember to buy more chicken, duck, and fish at the small town at the foot of the mountain. When I come back, let's have a good meal together tonight … "
The little monk Nanbei said awkwardly, "I don't have money. Master, do you?"
The white-robed monk glared and said in a low voice, "When you reach Beiliang, will the Xu guy not provide food? At worst, you can go to that place called Escape Summer Town and tell them your names. Just say that you are my daughter and disciple! "
The little monk asked, "What if it doesn't work?"
The white-robed monk said unhappily, "Then when you go up the mountain, go to the Xu guy's thatched cottage and secretly pick a few cucumbers."
The small monk rubbed his bald head and let out a sigh.
The white-robed monk slowly got up and said, "Do as you see fit. I have to go and send that kid off. The two dynasties of Liyang and Beimang have destroyed Buddhism. Only Beiliang worships Buddhism. If this is intolerable, then I have no Zen. I have to recite Zen properly."
The little monk said nervously, "Master, when you meet Hsu Fengnian, you must be polite. He is a good person. Oh right, Master, you didn't bring the sharpened kitchen knife when you went down the mountain this time, right? If you did, I will need it to cook at night. Master, you don't have to bring it. "
The white-robed monk waved his sleeves and jumped up. After reaching a height of several hundred feet, he walked towards the sky step by step.
One step, one lotus.
Li Xiaoxin said to himself, "Disciple, you can forget about becoming a Buddha. I'm good at this. "
On this day, the sky above Beiliang was like a lotus pond suspended in the sky.
After that, there were even Buddhas sitting on lotuses.
— —
In the sky nearly a hundred miles away from the border of Hezhou, the white-robed monk caught up with the young lord who was flying east on his sword.
Hsu Fengnian stopped the spectacular sword formation and asked, "Master, is there anything I can help you with?"
The two were already above the sea of clouds, but the white-robed monk still pointed to a higher place. "You should know, right?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Of course. In addition to Qi Jiajie's sword and Xie Guanying's interference, there will be some … some people who will not tolerate me. But don't worry, Master, it is all within my expectations. When there are too many lice, there is no need to be afraid of being bitten. When there are too many debts, there is no need to worry. "
Xu Fengnian raised his head to look at the vast and unfathomable space and sneered, "If it was before the battle with Huang Qing, I would still be a little afraid. But now, it's nothing."
The white-robed monk looked at the northwest lord who opened the door of Beiliang to accept all the monks in the world, and said in a deep voice, "I am not helping you, Hsu Fengnian. Of course, I can't help you much. But the pure land of Beiliang is what my Master, Martial Uncle, and that useless monk of Mount Lantuo want to see."
Hsu Fengnian hesitated for a moment and finally said bluntly, "Master, you should know that I am guarding the northwest and resisting Beimang's million-strong army out of selfishness. If I wasn't Xu Xiao's son, if it wasn't for the fact that my Northern Liang Cavalry had taken root here for twenty years, their blood, sweat, and tears were all here, then I, Xu Fengnian, might have at most single-handedly killed several dozen Northern Mang generals and tried to kill Tuoba Bodhisattva. I definitely wouldn't have defended the border to the death in Liang Province. As for accepting all the monks in the world, isn't it like being angry with Li Yang? "
The white-robed monk waved his hand impatiently. "I don't care what you think. I only care about what you do and what you do."
Hsu Fengnian laughed it off.
The white-robed monk snorted and said, "This sword is not simple. Don't die. My daughter and disciple have some debts with Escape Summer Town. They are waiting for you, Hsu Fengnian, to return them. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "No problem!"
Hsu Fengnian turned around and continued to fly on his sword, heading straight for the border between Beiliang and Huainan.
The white-robed monk turned to face the west, but when he turned his head to look at the slightly lonely slender figure, he somewhat resembled himself when he went down the mountain from the Two Zen Temples and traveled thousands of miles to the west alone.
The white-robed monk smiled. Not long ago on Mount Wudang, his wife said that it would be great if they had two daughters. At that time, he thought it was ridiculous, but now it seemed that it was not so ridiculous.
The white-robed monk put his palms together and softly chanted the name of Buddha.
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