After going down the mountain in the early morning, Li Ye and his party caught a ride on the official road at the foot of Tianshan Mountain and headed for Fengyun City.

Just after noon, the group arrived at the intersection of the Great Buddha Temple.

Li Ye looked at Xiao Bai and said, "Take senior sister and Yu'er back to the city. You also know Boss Tang and Xiao Hong from the restaurant. If that doesn't work, go back to Zizhuyuan. Agui is here. I'm going to stay in the temple for a few days.

If it's nothing serious, don't come and disturb me."

Nangong Ruyu looked at Li Ye and asked, "Master, don't you want Yu'er anymore?"

The little girl knew that she couldn't keep Li Ye, so she had to act coquettishly. She wanted Li Ye to take her to the Great Buddha Temple to have fun.

Li Ye looked at her and smiled and said: "Master goes to the temple to practice and eat fast and chant Buddha every day. What are you going to do? Follow me to the city to wait for me. There are delicious and fun places in the city."

Xia Wutong knew some of Li Ye's past and his relationship with the old monk Kuchan.

Then he took Nangong Ruyu's hand and said: "Be obedient and let your master stay quietly for a few days. He has been with you for many years. Let's go to the city to play and eat hot pot."

"Sister, what is hot pot? Is it delicious?" As soon as Nangong Ruyu heard that there was something to eat, she temporarily forgot about going to the temple with her master.

Xia Wutong stroked her black hair and said with a smile: "That's a rare delicacy in the world. Even the Imperial City can't eat it. I'm hungry now."

Xiaobai smiled at her and said, "I haven't eaten for a long time. I'll take you to find something delicious."

Nangong Ruyu then looked at Li Ye and nodded, saying: "Master, Yu'er is going to the city to have fun. If it's not fun, come back here to practice with the master."

Li Ye smiled and waved his hand and said: "Go back quickly. Follow your uncle and sister and don't run around."

"Sit down, little sir, we are going back to the city!" The coachman said goodbye to Li Ye.

With a whip in his hand, he left the Great Buddhist Temple and ran towards the city.

...

Watching the carriage gradually go away, Li Ye turned around and walked towards the mountain gate of the Great Buddha Temple.

"I've met Master Wuchen." The monk standing at the gate of the temple clasped his hands together and saluted Li Ye.

Li Ye looked at the monk quietly and replied softly: "It has been more than ten years in the blink of an eye. Is Master okay?"

"The abbot is very good, and the brothers in the temple are all good. If the abbot knows that you are coming, he will definitely be happy." After saying that, he turned around to lead the way, but Li Ye grabbed him.

"I'm going on my own, so I don't need to trouble you. We haven't seen each other for a few years. Let's talk about it some other time." Li Ye clasped his hands together, said goodbye to him, and walked straight to the temple.

Looking at the temple that had been away for more than ten years, Li Ye felt filled with emotion, making him feel like a wanderer returning home.

After passing through the two main halls and arriving in front of the Buddhist hall where the old monk was, Li Ye stood outside the hall for a long time, then turned and left.

He straightened his clothes, exhaled quietly, took off his shoes, placed them outside the temple, and walked in gently.

I saw the old monk sitting under the Buddha statue with his eyes closed, holding the Bodhi in his left hand and turning it gently, and reciting scriptures in his mouth.

He walked to the old monk, knelt down, and shouted softly: "Master, I'm back."

The old monk was stunned and stared at Li Ye on the ground, tears instantly falling down.

He stretched out his hand to touch Li Ye's head and sighed softly: "It has been more than ten years since we were apart. I never thought you would finally come back."

"This disciple is not filial. He has been practicing on Fangcun Mountain for these years, and there is a war in the five regions. He cannot come to the master to show his respect."

Li Ye thought that he had been separated for more than ten years, and felt extremely guilty.

"Senior Brother Minghui of Prajna Temple has already told me about your matter. If you go by seniority, I still have to call you..."

Before the old monk could finish speaking, Li Ye stopped what he was saying and said softly: "Being a teacher for one day is a teacher for life. Master, we have our own affairs, and we will not argue with Brother Minghui."

If you really care about it, there is Xuanbei in Qingliang Temple.

The old monk smiled with tears in his eyes and said, "Well, let's talk about our own affairs. Who wants you to worship me as your teacher first?"

Li Ye smiled and said: "That's right. Junior brother, I haven't seen Master for a long time. I don't know how you are in health?"

The old monk stood up, lit a stick of incense, pointed to the stove on the table and said: "Come to boil water and make tea. Didn't you see your body? It's fine, don't worry..."

Li Ye got up and lit the small stove, added water to the kettle, thought for a while, took a piece of snow lotus and threw it into the kettle.

I wonder if the magic medicine that took away Master Ouyang can help him break through the situation.

While thinking about it, I warmed the pot, washed the tea, and washed the cups.

For a moment, the old monk lit the incense and turned around to sit down. He looked at Li Ye who was sitting quietly and burning water on the fire and asked.

"Are you coming from the Imperial City this time? Or are you coming from Southern Xinjiang?

"This disciple came from the Sword Sect of the Tianshan Mountains in the Northern Territory. He has stayed on the Tianshan Mountains for more than a year. I'm afraid you wouldn't have thought of it, Master Bian, right?..."

Li Ye told the old monk what happened on Tianshan Mountain one by one.

"So, your "Formless Dharma Body" is about to be completed before your eyes. You may..." After practicing Zen for many years, looking at the young disciple in front of him, he finally couldn't help but tremble.

He sighed softly and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. Monk Li could not stop the worry in his heart. He looked up at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and recited a few verses.

Looking at Li Ye, he said, "I can't believe how long it has been since then. I see that this world will no longer be able to keep you. Do your husband and parents know this?"

Li Ye looked at him, shook his head, and replied softly: "I came down from Fangcun Mountain and headed towards the Jianzong in the Northern Territory. I have been on the Tianshan Mountain for more than a year, and I have never seen my husband or my parents."

Li Yexin said, I don't know how to talk to my parents about this, and my sister Li Xiaoxue. After thinking about it, I have to trouble my husband for these things in the end.

As long as the master's wife cannot break the void for a day, the husband will have to stay in the Five Realms to accompany her. If he really ascends to the Shura Realm with his physical body, his responsibility will suddenly be thrown on the husband.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of what the old monk said to him, don't easily form fate with others, no matter whether the fate is good or bad, it will affect his practice.

He had paid great attention to his practice, but he still formed many fates inadvertently.

The old monk picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. After a while, he looked at him with strange eyes and asked, "Where did this tea come from? Why have I never drank it before?"

"The ones I just picked back from Tianshan Mountain were planted by my husband back then. Over the past ten years, they have become wild teas!" Li Ye didn't tell him about the snow lotus, and planned to talk about it later depending on the situation.

The old monk nodded, looked at Li Ye with a smile and said, "I didn't expect that Mr. Mo also practiced in heaven back then, and had the thought to transplant tea trees from the Five Realms. It's really not easy."

When Li Ye heard this, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he looked at the old monk and giggled.

...

After three courses of tea, Li Ye saw that the old monk had no reaction, so he thought about talking to him in a few days.

"The disciple wants to stay in the temple for a while, spend more time with the master, sort out his state of mind, and then return to the imperial city to see his parents and husband after some time."

Li Ye looked at the old monk and said softly.

"Is it a quiet rest or is it the same as before?" the old monk looked at him and asked with a smile.

Li Ye shook his head and said calmly: "I don't do anything. I just look at the Buddha in this Buddhist hall, look at all living beings outside the main hall, and drink some spring tea with the master in the Buddhist hall."

"That's it?" The old monk didn't expect that Li Ye's state of mind had reached such a state that he could let go of his previous attachments and become as quiet as a pool of water.

"That's good. I just want to see the master and sit in meditation in the Buddhist hall for a few days. Isn't it said that no movement is worse than silence? I want to get up and be quiet now."

After saying this, Li Ye looked at the old monk quietly, poured out the remaining tea in the pot, and replaced it with a new one.

"This tea is still the same tea." Li Ye looked at him and smiled lightly.

The old monk was startled, looked at Li Ye and said with a smile: "Okay! I didn't expect you to have tasted the taste of tea."

Li Ye nodded, agreeing with what he said.

"When I was in southern Xinjiang, because of the tense war, it was common to make tea and drink it for a whole day. This may look like laziness to others, but it may look like simplicity to me."

The old monk nodded and sighed softly.

Li Ye looked at him and said, "Okay, master, why are you sighing?"

"I just feel deeply. Many people know the truth that tea is tasteless, and they talk about tea and Zen all day long. In fact, there is no tea, and there is no Zen. We just eat tea when we drink tea, and drink water when we drink it.

Drink water."

Li Ye thought for a while and realized that this was the truth. He smiled and said, "Maybe they think it's easier to convince others by labeling tea drinking as a big truth, right?"

"Then what do you think? Do you need a reason for drinking tea?"

The old monk looked at him lovingly and said seriously.

"I thought I kept emphasizing to you the so-called eating tea when you have tea and sleeping when you sleep. I just want you to stop multitasking and concentrate on doing one thing well."

"I didn't expect that you had already seen through that truth and restored the principle of drinking tea to the simplest principle. Well, drinking tea is drinking water. I am really happy."

After listening to these principles explained by the old monk, Li Ye couldn't help but laugh along with him.

The boiling water on the fire was making a faint sound, and the old monk was murmuring a six-character mantra.

Just like when I first entered the Great Buddha Temple, nothing has changed, everything has quietly changed.

...

The old monk seemed to have remembered something. He looked at him and asked softly: "Two very magical things happened on Tianshan Mountain in winter and spring. Were you responsible for it?"

Looking at the disciple in front of him who has cultivated his own state of mind to the original state of mind, the old monk trembled in his heart. Since his disciple happened to be walking on Tianshan Mountain, what if those two things were related to him?

Thinking of this, the old monk clasped his hands together and read the scripture again.

The divine light in the winter allowed countless disciples of the Great Buddha Temple to break through. Even I myself broke through hundreds of years of hard training, breaking through to the last level, and saw the hope of ascension before my eyes.

If it was his disciples who did it, it would not be difficult to explain that Li Ye had already cultivated his state of mind to a state of returning to simplicity, and had even surpassed himself.

"That magical light in winter? It's me, and it's not me." Li Ye looked at Lao Shang quietly and replied.
To be continued...