In early autumn, the summer heat on Fangcun Mountain has disappeared a lot.

The gusts of mountain wind blew the lingering ice and snow on the top of the mountain into the Xuantian Temple on the north slope and also to the Prajna Temple on the south slope.

In the small bluestone courtyard at the back of Xuantian Temple, the pear trees are still full of fruit, but they are just a little older than in previous years.

There was a stove burning quietly on the stone table under the tree, and the kettle was whining.

It seems to be telling the owner that the water is ready to make tea.

It was just after Chen hour, and Li Xiuyuan, who was guarding a tree of autumn pears, didn't know what year it was in the Five Realms. He thought that he could only go to Prajna Temple to ask his senior brother Minghui another day.

After returning yesterday, Xiao Hei was released to the back mountains and fields. He went to the Taoist temple alone to pay homage to the head master.

Seeing this young man from another world, even the leader was deeply shocked.

However, Li Xiuyuan had no news about his master's innocence, so he had to leave a jar of spiritual wine and two elixirs behind and quietly returned to the Qingshi Courtyard.

I have been looking forward to it for so many years in my dream, but when I return, I don’t feel that great sadness or joy.

It just feels like everything is like a dream, with an unreal feeling.

Qingshi Xiaoyuan Xuantian Temple sends disciples to clean it from time to time. After all, the monk here is the residence of senior brother's favorite disciple. Even the current leader has not forgotten this matter.

In this way, Li Xiuyuan only did a simple cleaning when he returned, which saved him a lot of trouble.

This was once the place where Mr. Li Hongxiu and Mu Mu lived.

Although Tang Qiuyu and Xia Wutong lived here for some days, they only passed by in a hurry.

As of now, he can no longer remember what Princess Wutong looked like back then.

Just like when he had a high fever in Tianshan Mountain, he completely forgot about Dongfang Yu'er.

Unexpectedly, fate would reincarnate, but in the end, he personally rescued Dongfang Yu'er from Qin Qianshan's clutches and gave her a new life.

Dongfang Yu'er has died in Taoyuan, and now it is Dongfang Ruyu who comes from Luoxia Mountain.

Even if Dongfang Ruyu flew up to Xinghua Valley one day, and when he saw Li Hongxiu, he would also consider himself Dongfang Ruyu.

This is what Li Xiuyuan is most proud of.

Smelling the fruity aroma of a green pear tree, Li Xiuyuan was waiting for Xiao Hei to come back from picking a nest of honey from the back mountain.

After brewing a jar of autumn pears, I returned to the Prajna Temple to stay for a month, and then went down the mountain before the heavy snow closed the mountain.

Recalling those palaces in unknown lands, they had turned into ruins within just a few decades.

Xiao Hei walked around inside but couldn't find any valuable treasure.

Thinking about what the old Taoist priest told him, he thought that he could only be a good boy in the five realms? What if someone wanted to cause trouble for him?

Holding a cup of spiritual tea, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said leisurely: "Brother, I miss you."

With a sound of "Buzz!", Minghui's eyelids twitched as he was sitting in the Buddhist hall chanting sutras. He thought that it had been so many years, so why did his eyelids suddenly start twitching wildly?

I used my spiritual consciousness to scan around the Prajna Temple and found that everything was fine.

So I had no choice but to extend all the way to Xuantian Temple... After only a moment, I was stunned and speechless.

I don't know how long it took before I murmured: "Junior brother, why are you back?"

A sigh crossed the south and north slopes of Fangcun Mountain and came to the young man, startling Li Xiuyuan who was holding a cup of spiritual tea.

Looking at the sky, he said in a daze: "Brother, are you trying to scare people to death without risking their lives?"

Minghui laughed and said: "After all these years, I never expected that my junior brother would be a boy again. If old man Qingxu were still here, I wonder if he would be mad to death."

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and asked, "Senior brother, would you like to come over for a cup of spiritual tea?"

Minghui was stunned for a moment, then said: "Why, aren't you going back to the temple?"

"I want to visit the back mountain and live here for a few days before going back." Li Xiuyuan replied quietly: "This place has the atmosphere of where my masters lived. I miss them."

Upon hearing this, Minghui fell silent. After thinking for a while, she replied: "It's not urgent. I'll come back and elaborate on it when you're done."

Withdrawing his gaze into the void, Li Xiuyuan looked down at a piece of tea at the bottom of the cup and asked softly: "Brother, how many years have passed since I left the Five Realms?"

At present, Li Xiuyuan is very afraid that he will be away for decades. If he returns to Fengyun City, he is afraid that things will have changed long ago.

There are also Hua Tianxia and Nalanyu in the flower-filled building in the imperial city, and Yeluyan who is the queen...

After much deliberation, I could only stay quietly on the mountain for a few months, and then go down the mountain after I collected myself.

…

It was almost noon, and Minghui returned to the Buddhist hall after having a fast meal, only to see Wuyou in a blue shirt waiting outside the door.

Minghui was stunned, looking at the young monk in front of him, she couldn't help but frowned tightly.

He looked at the sky and sighed, pushed the door open and said quietly: "Come in."

Wuyou also sighed and said quietly: "Uncle Master, be merciful."

Minghui patted him on the shoulder and said quietly: "Now that you have entered the world, be a good husband to others, a good father to your children, and do your duty well. This is also a kind of practice."

When Wuyou heard this, his eyes turned red and he was speechless. He followed quietly into the Buddhist hall.

He placed the tea leaves and cakes in his hands on the table and sighed helplessly.

Looking at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar, he said unwillingly: "If my junior uncle is here, who dares to harm my senior brother?"

When Minghui heard this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. He looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and said, "You are thinking about it so much that there must be repercussions?"

Wuyou was stunned, looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and asked: "Uncle Master, are you practicing meditation with your disciples?"

Minghui reached out and lit the stove on the table, thought for a while and said: "Your junior uncle is back, he is at Xuantian Temple..."

"Little uncle..."

When Wuyou heard this, he sat up with a cry and wanted to rush to the Buddhist altar hall.

Minghui stretched out her hand to hold him and said quietly: "He just came back, so don't disturb him... When he stays there for a while, he will naturally come back to the temple to see me."

When Wuyou heard this, he had no choice but to sit back on his chair, look up to the sky and cry bitterly: "I've been looking forward to it every day and thinking about it every night, but I didn't expect that my little uncle is finally back!"

Minghui nodded, looked at him and said, "Don't rush this matter. We'll wait until he returns to the temple."

Wuyou pinched the corner of his sleeve to wipe the tears from his face, and nodded solemnly: "I will listen to my uncle in everything. I have to tell Xiaohua and Feiyan the news."

The corners of Minghui's mouth moved, but the joy and sorrow on her face could not be seen.

He stretched out his hand to pour tea for Wuyou, thought for a while and said, "There is a certain destiny, so don't get too hung up on things that have passed."

"When my junior uncle comes back, he must have something of his own... I can't hide the unintentional things even if I want to."

Minghui sighed, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

Wuyou finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, he wiped the tears from his face and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I won't go to Xuantian Temple to disturb little uncle's practice."

Minghui reached out to hold Wuyou's shoulders and said with a smile: "Now that he has returned to Fangcun Mountain, all problems are no longer problems."

The agarwood in the incense burner on the Buddhist altar is burning quietly, and a dark fragrance that penetrates the three realms spreads in the Buddhist hall.

The Bodhisattva sitting quietly on the Buddhist platform frowned slightly, as if he was lowering his brows in compassion for the deceased, and also seemed to be glaring at Vajra for the evil desires in the world.

My disciples have returned. Those evil people, are you ready?

…

Standing on the large square in the cave, the torch in Li Xiuyuan's hand lit up the luminous pearl on the cave wall. Xiao Hei lay on Li Xiuyuan's shoulder, looking at the huge dragon skeleton in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

Li Xiuyuan didn't mean to rush him, but slowly came to the edge of the cold pool and sat down.

Pointing to the keel in front of him, he said, "Go and talk to him."

Xiao Hei nodded, flapped his wings and flew onto the back of the dragon bone. He lowered his head and looked at the dragon bone that was glowing with stars. He was speechless for a long time.

After a while, two big drops of tears fell down his feathers and landed on the keel.

So, while Li Xiuyuan was stunned, the huge keel in front of him fell down with a crash and turned into ashes in an instant.

Thousands of phosphorescent lights were like stars in the dark night, rising into the air and turning into a dragon, spinning around Xiao Hei and Li Xiuyuan.

Li Xiuyuan, who fell to the ground, sighed softly, held a flower in his left hand, smiled, and quietly recited the rebirth mantra in his mouth.

"Namo Amitabha Night, Duotagadu Night..."

For a moment, thousands of Buddha lights rose behind him, and together with the phosphorescent lights in the air, they converged into a golden lotus that slowly rotated in the square.

It was not until half the time of burning the incense and the Buddha's light disappeared that the dragon transformed by the phosphorescence turned around and slowly flew out of the cave.

Opening his eyes, Li Xiuyuan gently recalled Xiao Hei, stroked his feathers, and shed two lines of clear tears.

Be careful that in order to practice the seventh-level mental method of the formless body, Xiao Hei was almost completely refined.

Fortunately, after his ascension, the academy's opportunity allowed him to go to the wilderness. After meeting Long Qingfeng, Xiao Hei completely left him.

After staying in the Hualong Pond for a month and traveling to the Dragon Continent, he finally transformed into a dragon.

Later, because he secretly drank the divine spring in the Divine Dragon Valley, he and himself washed away the divine dragon's body on the Thousand Miles of River Styx.

Xiao Hei seemed to have remembered some past events from his past life. He lay in Li Xiuyuan's arms and sobbed softly.
To be continued...