Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and continued: "If he follows me and my side, he will inevitably fight and kill. How can he get rid of his murderous aura?"

Just the simplest sentence made Yun Tianhong and the old monk frown.

After hearing this, the old monk understood the reason.

If the two of them really return to Loulan, I am afraid that they will eventually become the boy's thug, and their murderous aura will only get stronger and stronger.

However, Yun Tianhong couldn't help but let out a sigh. Since Tongtianhe, assassinations happened to the young man one after another.

She was not worried about Li Xiuyuan, but she was worried that Monk Buli would not be able to complete the practice taught by the old monk.

For a moment, the three of them were quiet. They could only hear the mountain breeze blowing outside the window.

In her opinion, the most troublesome thing in the world is not how to cultivate to a higher realm.

And after practicing to a certain level, you will hide your own level and cultivation level.

Just like an old monk who must put away his murderous aura.

To enter the mortal realm is to put aside your identity as a great monk and live with a mortal attitude.

Integrating into the world of fireworks, just like how Yun Tianhong first met Li Xiuyuan.

The person sitting in front of me is just a man who is good at making tea and occasionally writes a heart-stirring poem...

Thinking of the poem, Yun Tianhong couldn't help but become interested.

He looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "That day you copied scriptures in Niujiao Town, take them out and read them."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He didn't expect that Yun Tianhong would suddenly care about his scriptures. Even so, he honestly took out the scroll of scriptures that he planned to leave to his sister.

Yun Tianhong saw that he actually had a clean white shirt wrapped in several layers, and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it just a scroll of Buddhist scriptures? Do you need to be so careful?"

However, at the moment, Li Xiuyuan was thinking of his sister.

Looking at the two saints facing him, he could only explain softly: "This is what I left for my sister, so naturally I have to keep it carefully."

When the old monk heard this, he immediately became interested and said with a smile: "But if there is damage, wouldn't it be enough to copy another volume?"

However, he shook his head gently, looked at the two of them and said, "This is the only one. I'm afraid I won't be able to write such a scripture in the future."

Yun Tianhong was stunned for a moment, then he gently opened the title page and looked at the four Luoxia Immortals above and couldn't help but laugh.

"Luoxia Immortal, it's interesting. Where is Luoxia Mountain? I'll go and have a look some other time when I have time..."

Yun Tianhong said softly, and then turned to the second page casually. Unlike the old monk, she did not pay attention to the wonderful meaning between the lines.

But the moment I opened the Buddhist scriptures, I couldn't help but turn my head away, as if to avoid a sword energy coming from the void!

The old monk sitting aside was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Junior sister..."

After coming back to his senses, Yun Tianhong nodded gently and said in a solemn voice: "Senior brother, wait a minute, I'll take a look and tell you later."

After saying that, no matter how surprised the old monk was, he held the Buddhist scripture and read it carefully.

Li Xiuyuan saw that there was no other way, so he had to cover the stopper of the wine jar gently, sit down in a different place, and add two pieces of charcoal to the small stove.

Then he poured the remaining tea in the pot and carefully cleaned it up.

The old monk looked at Li Xiuyuan's every move and was really surprised.

Because he didn't know that the young man in front of him could not only make wine but also perform tea ceremony, and even copy Buddhist scriptures that fascinated his junior sister so much. It seemed that his decision was not wrong.

It was the right decision to throw Fu Li to the young man in front of him who had no trace of anger in his body.

While Li Xiuyuan was making tea, the old monk observed it. He was greatly surprised after a closer look.

It has only been a year since my disciple had a fight with a boy on Tianyun Mountain last winter.

The young man sitting in front of him was clearly a mortal from Loulan City.

A mortal who doesn't have a trace of murderous intent and has cultivated himself to the extreme.

How did the young man in front of me do all this?

Is it possible that the young man in front of me who has practiced Buddhism's physical and mental methods will enter the mortal state earlier than Buli?

Thinking of this, even the old monk was secretly shocked.

What about saints? Saints are mortals first, and then they have the opportunity to enter the realm of saints through penance...

The sound of a needle dropping could be heard in the hall for a while, and only the sound of boiling water on the stove was making.

It wasn't until Li Xiuyuan replaced the two of them with new spiritual tea.

A silent Yun Tianhong sighed softly and carefully closed the Buddhist scripture in his hand.

Looking at the young man in front of him, he smiled faintly and said to the old monk: "Brother, try the taste of this tea."

The old monk originally wanted to say that this tea is the same tea as before.

Just looking at Yun Tianhong's serious expression, he still resisted reaching out for the Buddhist scriptures.

He picked up the spiritual tea in front of him and blew gently...

The three of them did not speak, but quietly drank a cup of tea. Yun Tianhong then handed the Buddhist scriptures on the table to the old monk.

He said quietly: "This is indeed a unique Buddhist scripture in heaven and earth."

Then, she ignored the monk and was struck by the Buddha's sword just like her. She exclaimed and dived into the words.

Instead, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Now, can you tell me where Luoxia Mountain is?"

Li Xiuyuan lowered his eyebrows, looked at the spiritual tea in his hand, and replied calmly: "This disciple comes from another planet. Luoxia Mountain should be regarded as my second hometown. I planted a mountain of apricot flowers on the mountain...

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"Because of some causes and effects, some people always come to trouble me, so I caused a lot of murders on Luoxia Mountain."

"Later I thought about it, if I didn't kill them, I would become a dead soul under someone else's sword..."

Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh quietly when he thought of every bit of the Shura Heavenly Realm, and the mountains behind the academy and the Luoxia Mountain.

He murmured softly: "The Immortal Luoxia planted apricot trees and used three thousand heads as flower fertilizer... I planted a mountain of apricot trees and saw all the flowers in spring, but I still couldn't eat a single spring flower.

apricot."

Upon hearing this, Yun Tianhong couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "What a Luoxia Immortal planting apricot trees and using three thousand heads as flower fertilizer."

"If an army of three thousand really invades our Meishan Mountain, I won't mind having three thousand heads to fertilize the cold plum blossoms on this mountain."

Yun Tianhong looked at the old monk who frowned in front of him, then gradually relaxed.

Quietly he asked: "Brother, what do you think of this Buddhist scripture?"

The old monk gently covered the Buddhist scripture in his hand, carefully wrapped it with the clothes on the table, and then handed it to Li Xiuyuan opposite.

He picked up the second cup of spiritual tea in front of him and took a shallow sip.

Said: "This tea is obviously still that tea, it's just that the person who makes the tea has changed, and it has a soul..."

The old monk did not comment on the good or bad of Li Xiuyuan's Buddhist scriptures, because there is no absolute good or bad in the eyes of a saint.

Just like what Li Xiuyuan insists on, there is never a distinction between good and bad in his heart, only whether he is willing or not.

It was just the spiritual tea that the young man cooked that made him full of praise.

He didn't mind giving his compliments to the quiet guy in front of him at all.

Li Xiuyuan quietly put away the Buddhist scriptures on the table.

He looked at the old monk and smiled and said: "I plan to copy two volumes of this Buddhist scripture in a few days and give them to the holy monk and Buli."

Although there is no trace of sword energy between the lines of his words.

But as a disciple of Buddhism, Li Xiuyuan still wanted to hand-copy a volume to him.

Upon hearing this, Yun Tianhong smiled and said, "Then you have to copy one more volume, and I want it too."

Looking at the young man making tea with bare hands in front of him, the smile on Yun Tianhong's face grew stronger and stronger.

From the moment she was slashed by that sword energy to the last word, there was no trace of anger left in her words.

If it weren't for the identical handwriting, she would have suspected that this Buddhist scripture was written by two different monks.

At first, it was extremely flamboyant, with sword energy running rampant between the lines. Later, gradually there was no trace of anger anymore. Even Yun Tianhong, a saint, wanted to open his mouth and leave this Buddhist scripture behind.

If Li Xiuyuan had not first stated that this volume of scripture was a gift to his sister, she would have wanted to keep this unique volume of Buddhist scriptures in heaven and earth, no matter how expensive it was.

But the old monk was happy in his heart. He witnessed the young man's growth from the lines of the Buddhist scriptures.

It is extremely difficult to hide two completely different sword styles between the lines.

Unexpectedly, the young man turned all the sword power into nothingness in the end, and there was no trace of murderous intent in the words, leaving only a clean and pure Buddhist scripture.

This is the realm he wants.

It is also his attempt to cultivate the spirit of never leaving study.

"The greatest truth is simplicity, enlightenment lies in heaven... It seems that you have clearly understood this truth, but Fu Li is still in his dream. Please think about it for me, how to make him understand this truth."

The old monk thought for a while, looked at Yun Tianhong and said: "Based on this volume of Buddhist scriptures, I have nothing worth teaching you."

Yun Tianhong looked out the window at the flying snow all over the sky, falling on the mountains and on the plum trees.
To be continued...