The environment in Meishan is quiet and pleasant, and the wooden house where Li Xiuyuan lives is not far from the bamboo forest of the female saint.

In the winter morning, the faint morning light shines through the bamboo forest and shines on his window sill.

He didn't mean to wake up the visitor from afar, until the young man woke up naturally and gently opened his eyes.

Smelling the faint cold fragrance in the wind, I looked up at the snowflakes falling on the windowsill.

He sighed softly, and when he opened his eyes, he felt as if he had returned to the Bamboo Peak of Tianyun Mountain.

If it weren't for the cold fragrance of winter plums in the wind, he would have almost thought it was the early morning at Bamboo Peak, where the same mountain of bamboo sea was whimpering softly in the wind and snow.

He drank three glasses of wine yesterday, and he didn't want to go out today.

The old monk has returned to Xuefeng Mountain. Because Jiang Ling'er broke through yesterday, it was rare that she didn't come to harass him.

Yun Tianhong also gave him enough private space and did not send a message to invite him to make tea and enjoy the snow in the main hall.

Thinking about what the old monk said, I sat quietly in front of the window for a while, then lit a fire to make tea and rubbed a pool of thick ink with warm water.

Then he took a blank scroll and spread it on the table, then warmed the pot, washed the cup, and poured in the spiritual tea.

Before picking up the pen, it is natural to drink some spiritual tea to clear your mind.

The Buddhist scriptures given to him by the old Taoist priests have been imprinted on his mind and there is no need for him to recite them deliberately.

The spiritual tea exuded a faint aroma in the mouth, and the langhao in his hand was filled with ink on the paper, and he wrote the first verse after arriving at Meishan.

When he writes down, he is thin, hard and energetic. When he uses the pen, he is delicate and vigorous, using gold to change the tendons, but the neatness and beauty of small regular script are revealed.

This font is also his unique style.

Da's regular script, which he practiced with his wife at Chunfeng Academy since childhood, is famous in Fengyun City for its beauty.

Later, after I went to Tianshan Mountain to carve scriptures on the stone walls, I gradually incorporated a trace of my self-enlightenment into them.

It wasn't until he ascended to amnesia that he lost his memory, and in the Taoist temple on Luoxia Mountain in the Asura Heaven Territory, he learned the Slim Gold Body from an old Taoist priest who was as close as father and son.

Sitting in front of the window, he was a monk quietly copying scriptures, without a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation.

There is no trace of murderous intent in the words he writes.

Yun Ziyi, who was sitting quietly in the main hall, looked at Yun Lan in front of him and said nagging: "The little thief is so lazy. It's been so long and he still can't get up from the bed."

Yun Lan, who was dressed in a white dress, looked up at the flying snow outside the window, with a slightly surprised look on her face.

First, I didn't expect that I would be broken due to the arrival of the boy.

Secondly, I didn't expect that this seemingly quiet guy would like to stay in bed as much as women.

Looking at the two disciples making tea by the window, dazed and complaining, Yun Tianhong sighed slightly, thinking that he was more than just the two of you disciples.

There are dozens of people in the mountains. Where can they be as naughty as you two?

When she got up early in the morning, she sat quietly in her wooden house and silently watched the boy's every move.

Watching the young man wake up and lie down in bed, he sat quietly in front of the window, made tea and read scriptures, turning himself into a quiet mortal.

Compared with Yun Ziyi, they are completely different worlds, with two completely different personalities.

No wonder the senior brother wants to leave Fu Li to the young man to bring him into the world of mortals. No wonder the senior brother puts his hope of turning his disciple into the mortal world on the young man.

As a saint, she even felt guilty and panicked.

The disciples taught by two senior fellow apprentices, in the end, have to rely on others to light a bright light for them.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile... It seemed that after the wine was brewed in the spring, she would have to let the young man explain the principles of Buddhism to her disciples.

Who says that mortals cannot cultivate immortality? Mortals cannot enter Taoism?

There is a sequence of hearing the Tao, and she hoped that her disciples could hear the Tao in the young man.

After taking a sip of the spiritual tea, Yun Tianhong cleared his throat, looked at the two women and said, "Don't disturb his practice."

When Yun Lan heard this, she glanced at her nervously and asked, "Master, does he have something to ask his disciples to do?"

Yun Ziyi was startled and asked quickly: "Master, are you angry? I didn't say anything bad about the little thief, either?"

Yun Tianhong let out a soft ooh and said, "I just asked you two to ignore him and just take care of yourselves."

Although Yun Lan has lived in Meishan for a long time and is not familiar with worldly affairs, she is a smart girl and has more thoughts than her junior sister Yun Ziyi.

Looking at the master's appearance at this time, he vaguely guessed something about the boy.

So his thin eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then he looked at his master calmly and remained silent.

Yun Ziyi was confused and continued to ask: "Why can't I tell him to get up? What time is it now?"

Yun Tianhong shook his head and said slowly: "Is it possible that I want to tell you that Li Xiuyuan has been sitting quietly in front of the window copying scriptures for a long time?"

"Copying scriptures? He is not a Buddhist disciple from Xuefeng Mountain. What scriptures are he copying?"

When her master said this, Yun Ziyi was even more confused.

"In short, whether he is picking flowers or copying scriptures, you should leave him alone."

Yun Tianhong said quietly: "The scriptures he is copying are not only for my teacher, but also for your uncle..."

Yun Ziyi immediately closed her mouth when she heard the master talking about the old monk in Xuefeng Mountain.

She has been with Yun Tianhong since she was a child. She has long regarded her master as her mother. She doesn't know how to write the word "fear".

Just talking about the old monk from Xuefeng Mountain makes her heart beat wildly with fear.

Yun Tianhong looked at the two of them and sighed, and said quietly: "Your senior uncle said that Li Xiuyuan's cultivation in Buddhist transformation is higher than that of your senior brother Buli."

Putting the tea cup in his hand on the table, Yun Tianhong continued: "When the spiritual wine is brewed in the spring, I will have him teach you the principles of Buddhism."

"Let the little thief teach us the Dharma?" Upon hearing this, Yun Ziyi was stunned and speechless.

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"Let me teach them the Dharma?"

After copying Buddhist scriptures for an hour, Li Xiuyuan put the wolf hair in his hand next to the inkstone, then thought about what Master Meishan said, and smiled slightly.

Although I have been practicing Buddhism since I was young, it is only for personal practice.

Even in front of his wife Li Hongxiu and others, as well as his younger sister and Mu Mu, he was rarely mentioned.

He always believed that spiritual practice was a very personal matter, and there was no need to explain his principles to his relatives and friends one by one, unless he occasionally discussed it with himself like Brother Minghui.

Otherwise, even if he taught me how to practice since he was a child, he would rarely ask him questions about Buddhism.

Because my husband does not practice Buddhism.

Since practicing Buddhism with the old monk Kuchan in the Great Buddha Temple, he rarely mentioned it in front of others.

Just because the old monk said to him: "Words are decisive, and often mislead others into going astray because of unclear explanation in one sentence."

This is also the same principle as what the saintly monk of Xuefeng Mountain said: The great road is simple, and the enlightened one is perfect in nature.

It was not until he faced the saint that he explained Buddhism to a group of monks in the Thousand Buddha Temple in the imperial city of the Silver Moon Kingdom in the Shura Heaven on the bright moon. It was a somewhat ridiculous thing.

At that time, he had not yet met his master, the old Taoist priest.

Therefore, the principles of Buddhism were all concluded by him, the old monk Kuchan, and his senior brother Minghui from Fangcunshan during their daily practice.

It is still far from the way of heaven, from the principles of saints, from the great road...very far away.

Under such circumstances, how could he dare to speak Dharma for the saint's disciples?

Under a wry smile, he couldn't help but murmur to himself: "The so-called true transmission of one sentence, false transmission of thousands of books, senior, are you making things difficult for the younger generation?"

"Really? I don't have a clear understanding of Buddhism... Since senior brother said you can do it, then in my eyes, you can preach the Dharma for Ziyi and the others."

Looking at the two dazed girls in front of him, Yun Tianhong said with a smile.

Yun Ziyi had been watching the master's reaction nervously. Seeing the smile on Yun Tianhong's face, she immediately asked: "Master, are you talking to the little thief?"

Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly in front of the window, reached out to pick up the boiling water from the stove and poured it into the purple clay pot.

While saying: "Senior, you think too highly of me, I am just a mortal."

Yun Tianhong in the main hall looked up at Hanmei outside the window and said, "It's just right. I'm just looking for a mortal to teach Zi Yi and the others about the principles of the world."

Li Xiuyuan in the wooden house suddenly felt embarrassed and murmured: "I am still on the road to enlightenment, how can I preach to others?"

Yun Tianhong in the main hall became interested, looked into the void and murmured: "I read the Buddhist scriptures you copied yesterday, and there is a sentence in it that says: preaching the Dharma to others, and this merit is better than the previous merit...

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Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting in the wooden house, was stunned and speechless for a moment.

It took a long while before I came back to my senses. I saw the female saint Meishan opposite me. A saint only needs to take a look at Buddhism to remember it in his heart, and then understand it clearly and practice it.

How can I compete with the saints or compete with the sun and the moon?

I saw that the young man sitting quietly in front of the wooden house window made no sound anymore.

Yun Tianhong smiled lightly and said: "Don't just copy scriptures. You have to pick your own Hanmei Lingcha yourself..."

Li Xiuyuan nodded gently and said with a smile: "After this junior goes to wash his hands, he will pick tea."

After speaking, he picked up the spiritual tea on the table and drank it in one gulp. He stood up and pushed the door open without hesitation.
To be continued...