In early winter, there was a light snowfall in Fangcun Mountain.

Ming Hui, who was making tea in the Buddhist hall, suddenly raised his eyebrows. He looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and said with a smile: "Autumn has passed and winter has returned. Junior brother, your actions are beyond the reach of senior brother."

Looking at the white snow falling on the small courtyard, Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting under the eaves, sighed.

At this moment, what he saw in his eyes was the same stone wall that he had seen when he left with Mu Mu and Xiao Qing.

He remembered that when he left that year, a white flower bloomed on the stone wall... Later, after losing Mu Mu, he was sad and saw the little white flower again while making wine.

However, everything in front of me was completely white.

Not to mention a small white flower, even the grass has already aged in the rustling autumn wind.

Everything in the past has completely gone away from him, just like the shadow of the moon that remains on the River of Forgetfulness. One day, it will be in heaven and on earth, and it will be difficult to meet again.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, he sighed, and said: "Brother, are my two masters back again?"

According to Li Xiuyuan's thoughts, he has returned to the Nangong family at the foot of the mountain.

But he never expected that he would go around in a circle and return to the Prajna Temple again, just like when he took Mumu to an unknown place.

After Mu Mu left, he was so sad that he created a drunken dream here that even his alcoholic master could never create again.

Thinking about it now, I guess I was so heartbroken that I was able to brew that vat of wine that I could never brew again.

Just like when he played the requiem, no matter how much thought he put into it, he could only play the prelude.

In the Buddhist hall, Minghui looked back at the Buddhist altar and said quietly: "Do you want to invite them over?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied: "I'll go see senior brother."

After a lot of tossing in the sky and the earth, Li Xiuyuan felt tired and wanted to see the Buddha to wash away the dust in his heart.

At this time, he had cultivated his mind on the Wangchuan Bridge for ten years, but he also felt a trace of resentment because of the Nangong family at the foot of the mountain and the pool of sewage in the imperial city.

Let him be in a Buddhist temple and not see the Buddha. He wants to see his senior brother sitting in the Buddhist hall and drink a cup of tea.

After washing himself with spring water and stepping on the snow on the ground, Li Xiuyuan arrived at Ming Hui's Buddhist hall.

The fire was blazing on the table and the tea was fragrant. There was no sadness or joy on Ming Hui's face, just like Li Xiuyuan's little face covered with dust.

"Junior brother just came back, how did he learn about what happened in Xuantian Temple on Beipo?"

Minghui reached out and poured a cup of spiritual tea for Li Xiuyuan, looked at him and said quietly: "Or is it that junior brother's spiritual consciousness can already see every move in Xuantian Temple?"

Li Xiuyuan held a cup of spiritual tea and said calmly: "Even if I have such a skill, I can't do it in this world because he won't allow it."

After saying that, he reached out and pointed towards the sky.

Ming Hui looked at him and sighed, and asked leisurely: "Have you met Wu Xin? And where is Nalan Moli from the Tianshan Sword Sect? Where are they two now?"

Perhaps Ming Hui understood the laws of life and death in the world, so she didn't ask Li Xiuyuan why he didn't bring Wu Xin and Jasmine back.

After all, man cannot defeat God, everything is determined by God's will.

Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel proud when he thought of Wu Xin and Jasmine.

He lowered his head and drank half a cup of tea, then looked at his senior brother and laughed.

"Don't be pretentious, let's do it one by one." Minghui looked at him a little angry and said.

Feeling the faint sandalwood rising from the Buddhist altar, Li Xiuyuan sighed.

He said softly: "Jasmine is still the same Jasmine, but Wuxin is no longer the Wuxin of the Nangong family."

After drinking the soul-forgetting soup that he cooked with his own hands, Wuxin in this life will no longer be able to remember the grudges of his previous life.

In his opinion, Wu Xin's entangled mind in the past life is not thorough enough. He forgets all the things in the past life and concentrates on living every day in the present.

Becoming a saint is not a difficult task, at least Wuxin is already at the peak of mortal transformation. Minghui didn't understand, looked at him and asked: "What do you mean? Is it possible that Wuxin has been reincarnated? Is it possible that Jasmine is still in the ninth century?"

Suffering under the darkness?"

Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "Senior brother only spent one autumn at the Buddhist altar. At some point in the future, I will practice for more than ten years."

"I only told my senior brother about this matter. If it were anyone else, it would be the Nangong Family and the Tianshan Sword Sect. I wouldn't go into such detail."

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and briefly told Minghui about Wu Xin and Jasmine.

He did not say anything about many matters above the Forgotten River.

After all, those things have nothing to do with senior brother, and Yueying had never been to Prajna Temple back then.

An hour had passed in the blink of an eye after this narration. Even Minghui, who had already had many thoughts, did not expect that the junior brother who had entered the Nine Netherworld would actually go to a certain moment in the future.

And it lasted ten years.

Ten years, you must know that Li Xiuyuan did not stay on Fangcun Mountain for ten years, and it was divided into two trips up the mountain.

In his eyes, Wu Xin was still practicing in Prajna Temple yesterday.

How long had passed before the sentimental guy actually walked ahead of me.

Sighing softly, Minghui praised: "I didn't expect that my junior brother has not yet entered the mortal world, but he has single-handedly built Wuxin into a future saint. It is really gratifying and congratulatory."

"But why did Junior Brother say that Wu Xin is no longer the Wu Xin he was yesterday?"

Minghui thought for a moment and frowned slightly. This seemed to him something unbelievable.

After all, with Li Xiuyuan's ability to create a saint with his own hands, he cannot let Wu Xin become a person without memory.

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at him and replied quietly: "Taruo in his previous life, I want him to live a simpler life in the years to come."

"Jasmine awakened the memory of her past life. I gave Wuxin a bowl of soup so that he would no longer be entangled in his past life. So, what do you think, senior brother?"

After spending a while, Li Xiuyuan finally said what he was thinking.

Although, in the eyes of others, this is unintentional disrespect.

Only Li Xiuyuan, who has experienced three lives and three lives, understands that forgetting the past is sometimes a very rare thing.

After all, he and Yueying drank countless bowls of soup and couldn't forget the past.

On the contrary, as long as the spring breeze blows, the grass under the Natag Snow Mountain will grow wildly.

Minghui sighed, looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and said: "Nothing in the past can be obtained, let alone the passing moment now."

"Wuxin and Jasmine have found their own way, so let him go... Junior brother, do you plan to go to Xuantian Temple tomorrow?"

Even though the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, it could not stop Li Xiuyuan, but Minghui couldn't help but ask.

You must know that the three people currently in Xuantian Temple are also very important people to the young man now.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "I originally thought I could return to the Nangong family at the foot of the mountain this time, and I wanted to ask someone to bring a message to my senior brother, asking my two masters to come down..."

Ming Hui nodded and smiled: "In that case, how about I go with my junior brother tomorrow to go to Xuantian Watch?"

Li Xiuyuan nodded and said with a smile: "It's just right. When I go there, I can treat my senior brother to a glass of the wine of time that I brewed back here."

It took him ten years to brew wine in the city of Kangchuan, and another ten years to brew the wine of time on the River of Forgetfulness.

These are spiritual wines that are rare to taste in the world.

Perhaps, only by leaving Prajna Temple and staying in the small bluestone courtyard of Xuantian Temple can the senior brother drink and get drunk for a long time.

Since ancient times, all sages have been lonely. I am not a sage, but I am even more lonely than a sage.

After thinking for a while, Li Xiuyuan finally said: "Brother, in my last days, I may go to the Great Buddha Temple at the foot of Tianshan Mountain to practice some days."

Whether it is Tianshan or Fengyun City, they are places where he will live for a long time.

After much deliberation, the Great Buddha Temple is a great benefit to seeing the Buddha.

Minghui looked at him and nodded, then said quietly: "Back then, when you were practicing in Tianshan, it would be better to be close to the place where you were born if you want to ask about your practice."

In his opinion, Prajna Temple could no longer help his junior brother much. On the contrary, he was afraid that he would have to go down the mountain and walk around to see more sentient beings.

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said seriously: "Senior brother, there is a good place for you... Qingliang Temple in White Jade City, the presiding master there is Xuan Bei who left Prajna Temple..."

When he thought that Bai Jade City was close to the Imperial City, if Nalan Yu had any trouble, he could still ask for help from his senior brother, Li Xiuyuan thought that he would be relieved to leave by himself.

In addition, Qingliang Temple is different from Prajna Temple. Even believers from the Imperial City often go there to worship Buddha and burn incense. It is a good place to enter the world.

When Minghui heard this, she thought about it secretly and knew that this was a good place to enter the mortal world.

After all, Fangcun Mountain is too far away from the Central Territory, and most of the people who can come are the benevolent people from the West Xuan Territory.

White Jade City is close to the Imperial City and is the heart of the Five Realms. This is why Monk Po Xu chose to practice there.

The two hit it off immediately. Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said with a smile: "I am tired mentally and physically. I will go back and have a good sleep first, and then I will go to Xuantian Temple with my senior brother tomorrow."

Minghui waved to him and said with a smile: "It's not urgent. I'll wait for you tomorrow."

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Saying goodbye to his senior brother, Li Xiuyuan returned to the small courtyard.

He didn't even go to cook porridge, but went inside and lay on the bed.

I will leave Prajna Temple tomorrow, but go directly down the mountain from Xuantian Temple to the Buddhist capital.

Unexpectedly, when his husband took him, Mu Mu, and his wife Li Xiuyuan up to Fangcun Mountain, they took the mountain road on the north slope.

He was about to leave this place where he had lived for countless years and changed his life, and unintentionally he had to walk up the north slope.
To be continued...