One night passed, and King Shanyu and his military advisor could not find a proper solution. They could only wait a few more days, hoping that God would give them good news.

Li Xiuyuan, who got up early, practiced sword practice for an hour, while Xiaohu was still snoozing.

However, Mr. Yan was startled when he got up. After washing up, he found Li Xiuyuan and asked blankly: "Sir, I seem to have become more powerful."

Just a pot of spiritual tea from the Tianshan Mountains, watered with the snow water of the Tianshan Mountains and the divine water from the depths of the Styx River, allowed the Yan family to break through three layers in a night.

Standing at the eighth level of Qi Gathering, Li Xiuyuan was very satisfied.

"Don't worry." Li Xiuyuan nodded and said, "Only when you become stronger can you face more storms in the world."

Li Xiuyuan didn't ask who those guys were who came to cause trouble yesterday. In his opinion, since Yan didn't tell, it was her and Xiaohu's own secret.

Everyone has his own secret, and his is more.

Because all the forces in Yuezhi City are out of his sight, this world does not pose a threat to him, because even the existence of several secrets cannot affect his state of mind.

A flash of surprise flashed across Yan's face. Although she didn't see Li Xiuyuan's power yesterday, her power had grown much stronger overnight, which made her even more surprised.

Li Xiuyuan in front of him had obviously expected this, and even the Yan family was worried about him and Xiaohu.

"Sir, can Xiaohu and I become stronger?"

Yan's voice is very nice. After breaking through the realm, the woman no longer has the shyness before, but she reveals the frankness unique to the Hu people.

Li Xiuyuan nodded and replied: "Xiaohu is still young, but he can't break through the realm as quickly as you."

"Is Xiaohu considered Mr.'s disciple?" Mr. Yu continued to ask softly.

Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this, and then replied with a faint smile: "Whatever you say, it won't affect my teaching him how to read, read, and practice swordsmanship."

Li Xiuyuan has no obsession with the master-disciple relationship.

Since he first met Mr. Fengyun City, he has met countless teachers and masters along the way. He has never cared about this matter.

He didn't even care about Zhang Liang and Shuzi, let alone the Yan family and Xiaohu mother and son in front of him.

Mrs. Yan sighed and said leisurely: "When you come back from the grotto, find a day for Xiao Huxing to become your teacher. No matter how long your husband stays here, you will always be his teacher."

Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said: "Don't worry so clearly, I don't know how long I have to stay in the grotto. It might be snowing before I can come back."

"Don't be afraid. With my husband here, I won't worry about Xiaohu even if he comes back in the spring."

Ms. Yan took a gentle breath. In her opinion, maybe by the spring, she might be as powerful as some of the men in the tribe.

At that time, with her great formation, who would dare to embarrass her?

"Mom, little tiger is hungry."

While he was talking, Xiaohu jumped in, threw himself into Yan's arms, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "Sir, does Xiaohu still want to practice sword practice today?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "I won't practice sword practice today. Let's go for a walk outside the city."

Ms. Yan stood up and pulled Xiaohu out of the living room, while complaining: "I wonder why I didn't wash up before coming out? After breakfast later, I asked the husband to take you to see the Bodhisattva."

"Do you want to go with Xiaohu?"

"If Mom doesn't go, Mom will stay here to look after the house."

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The autumn wind stirred up the yellow sand. Mrs. Yan had already prepared a veil to wrap around the little tiger's mouth and nose, and handed the prepared dry food to Li Xiuyuan.

The two of them got on the carriage and headed out of the city. Xiaohu waved to Yan and said, "Mom, I'll go take a look and come back."

When the cub left his mother for the first time, he felt extremely reluctant to part with him, but he also felt a little uncontrollable excitement because he had a god-like gentleman beside him.

He won't feel scared.

The driver was the guy that Yan hired before, and he was quite familiar with the road to the grotto last year. After all, city people would come here from time to time to see the giant Buddha and Bodhisattva in the grotto.

Xiaohu looked at the scenery outside the window, pulled Li Xiuyuan's sleeve and asked: "Sir, are we going to see the Buddha in the mountains?"

"That's right, we're bored in the city, so let's go out and walk around." Li Xiuyuan replied quietly.

"Well, I seem to have been here with my mother before." Xiaohu laughed.

It didn't take long for the carriage to arrive at the foot of the mountain. Li Xiuyuan jumped out of the carriage, hugged Xiaohu and came down and said to the waiter: "Go back, don't worry about us."

The clerk nodded and asked, "Do you want me to pick you up in a few days?"

"No, I don't know when I will return to the city." Waving his hand, Li Xiuyuan took Xiaohu's hand and walked up the mountain.

The mountains are not high, there are few trees, and there are long stretches of yellow sand everywhere.

After entering the mountain gate and walking forward, I saw a narrow valley in front of me, with a huge stone leaning against the stone wall, like a natural barrier.

There are several lines of characters carved on the stone wall of the mountain gate that even Li Xiuyuan does not recognize.

"Sir, Mom said this place is called Thousand Buddha Cave." Xiao Hu said softly.

"Can you recognize the characters on this?" Li Xiuyuan looked up at these strange fonts and murmured, "Did your mother teach you this?"

Xiaohu nodded: "My mother taught me how to read by reading novels, but I can't recognize all the words. It seems that my mother knows a lot."

Quietly looking at the words on the stone wall, Li Xiuyuan said thoughtfully: "Those who are like me are all Dharma doors. Go deep into the mountains and meditate on the Buddha's way. You can also see that if you are free from desire, you will always be free."

"What do you mean?" Xiaohu didn't understand.

"All methods are related to the sect, and they are all for cultivation. Although the words are different, the purpose is the same." Li Xiuyuan explained to him softly.

The two of them continued in, and when they reached the bottom of the cliff, they saw a line of large characters carved on a stone wall by the side of the road that the little tiger couldn't describe a feeling.

The font is a variant, the entire word is painted with a layer of red paint, and there are a few lines of small words below, giving people a mysterious and weird feeling.

There was a bang, like a thunder on Li Xiuyuan's head. He looked at the line of words on the stone wall and was speechless.

"Can you recognize what this word is?" Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself.

Xiaohu took a serious look, then moved his lips slightly and recited a verse that Li Xiuyuan was most familiar with.

In an instant, Li Xiuyuan had an illusion.

It seemed as if he had returned to the Great Buddhist Temple at the foot of Tianshan Mountain outside Fengyun City, where the old master monk had softly recited the Six-Character Sutra in his ears.

But it was a line of large characters on the stone wall in front of me.

Seeing the words was like seeing the teacher and seeing the Buddha. Two lines of tears fell on Li Xiuyuan's face. He didn't know whether the old monk went to the Buddhist country after his ascension or to a certain temple on Xujing Mountain.

Xiaohu looked a little frightened when he saw his husband. He pulled his sleeve and asked: "Sir, did Xiaohu read it wrong? How about we ask the old monk in the grotto."

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and moved the corners of his mouth, but said nothing for a long time.

What the two of them didn't know was that when Li Xiuyuan was reciting the scriptures on the stone wall, the Buddhas on the wall somewhere in the grotto instantly opened their eyes and silently stared at this wanderer from the heavens.

At this moment, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who had been sleeping for hundreds of years suddenly woke up.

There was a faint golden light shining in the grotto, which made the great monk who was sitting in it feel something. He silently stared at the Buddhas on the stone wall and murmured: "I saw the Buddha again, praising all the Dharma Kings with thousands of verses."

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The spiritual consciousness released by Li Xiuyuan outside the grotto saw the Buddha's light emerging in the cave, and he couldn't help but stop and admire, and his heart was filled with joy.

He murmured: "I saw the Bodhisattva again, meditating with his palms clasped together."

"Amitabha, how good, how good! I didn't expect that the phoenix circled the moon last night, and today we welcomed two donors..."

Just as the two were thinking about moving forward, a kind voice sounded not far ahead.

Looking up, I saw a fat monk standing outside the grotto door not far from the two of them.

"Good luck, great monk." Xiaohu stepped forward and saluted the fat monk.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the fat monk in front of him, who was not much different from senior brother Mingjue in Prajna Temple, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Xindao, the monk of all heavens, is indeed still the same, just like the monk Buli by the Tongtian River.

Taking a step forward, Li Xiuyuan chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that there really are monks in Da Qin?"

The fat monk clasped his hands and asked, "May I ask if the donor is also a Buddhist? If not, where did he acquire such exquisite Buddhist teachings?"

Li Xiuyuan took Xiaohu's hand and looked at the cave hidden in the long yellow sand. He shook his head and said, "Yes or no, Buddhism is everywhere. If you want to practice it, just practice it."

The fat monk was startled again when he heard this. He looked at Li Xiuyuan for a long time and was speechless.

After thinking for a while, he smiled and said: "It turns out that senior brother is really a god and Buddha who travels in the world of heaven. I'm sorry to say that I'm rude. How about you come in and have a cup of crude tea?"

Xiaohu looked at the fat monk with a confused look on his face.

He turned to Li Xiuyuan and said, "Are you also a god and Buddha? Why didn't you practice in this grotto instead of going to the desert to save the little tiger?"

"I am not the gods and Buddhas yet. The great monk in front of me is... Remember, you don't have to practice Buddhism in a temple. You can do it at home."

Li Xiuyuan took Xiaohu's hand and followed the fat monk inside. The voice he spoke was like Sanskrit music coming from the nine heavens.

The fat monk walking in front seemed to have fallen into a dream when he heard this.

He stood motionless in front of the grotto, with a faint Buddha's light surging around him, gradually filling the air towards the two of them.

Xiaohu looked at everything in front of him and was so frightened that he covered his mouth with one hand. He looked up at Li Xiuyuan and asked with his eyes what was happening in front of him?

Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and whispered a few words in his ear. The little guy nodded thoughtfully, with a knowing smile on his face.

At this moment, in the little guy's heart, his husband is much more powerful than the great monk who is like a Buddha in front of him.
To be continued...