After listening to this, Po Meng was speechless for a moment.

After a long time, he sighed softly and said: "That is the Dharma Ending Age. The devil is in the temple. Monk, you should go into the world and become a Buddha in the world. You missed the opportunity to become a Buddha."

The monk was stunned, frowned and said: "The Buddhist hall has been demolished, how can I become a Buddha?"

Po Meng sighed and said quietly: "Just like a phoenix that has been put into nirvana and is reborn after death, when the Buddhas disappear between heaven and earth, that's when you transform into Buddhas and walk in the world."

The monk lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then murmured to himself: "That's true. It seems that I have made a mistake again."

Hearing this, Po Meng shook her head and said, "Since you can escape from the clay pot and re-enter reincarnation, it means that you have a Buddha in your heart and have the opportunity to become a Buddha."

The monk slapped his thigh and said with a smile: "I say, if one day you go from the long river of time to the era of Emperor Wu, you must not enter Taoism and Buddhism."

"Why?" Po Meng frowned slightly.

"Why?" the monk said with a smile: "You are already a Buddha, so why bother dancing with the demons? Why not become a sword-wielding general beside Emperor Wu to slay demons and subjugate them."

Po Meng gave the monk a cup of spiritual tea, held it in her hand and looked down at it.

After a long time, he said: "The Buddha said that there are 88,000 lives in a cup of water, but there is no guarantee that they will be Buddhas, demons, monks, and Buddhas in the future."

After speaking, I took a sip of the spiritual tea and felt like thousands of lives had been transformed.

Po Meng looked at the moon in the sky and murmured: "Monk, your time is coming."

After hearing this, the monk drank up the spiritual tea in the cup, looked at Po Meng and said with a smile: "I hope the monk will not have another time, because I have no stories to share with you."

Po Meng shook her head, pointed at the stone bridge and said, "Look, monk, what kind of bridge do you see tonight?"

The monk followed his gaze to the railings of the stone bridge and stared blankly for a long time.

He turned to look at Po Meng in front of him, thought for a while and replied: "Strange, it's not the first time I've crossed the bridge. Why can't I see anything this time? There's nothing on the railing!"

Po Meng filled a bowl of soup from the pot and served it to the monk in front of her.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Should I congratulate you, monk? The Buddha said that all worlds are not worlds, so the stone bridge is not a bridge."

Before Meng Po could finish her words, there was suddenly a loud sound of Sanskrit music in the sky, and for a while the moon was surrounded by colorful divine lights, like a divine dragon appearing in the world.

The monk was holding a bowl of soup and stared at the vision in the sky in a daze.

I don't know how much time passed before I finished the soup in the bowl in one gulp.

He laughed loudly and said: "The monk is stupid and has practiced hard for six lives, but in the end he got a hint from Po Meng. This is not a waste of our acquaintance."

Po Meng took the soup from the pot and poured it into the Wangchuan River. She smiled and said, "Everything is like a dream. Monk, let's meet in another place someday."

There was a splashing sound in the Wangchuan River, but all the living beings in the river came over and competed to drink the soup.

The monk put down his wooden bowl, clasped his hands with Po Meng and said, "The sky is high and the sky is high, we are destined to meet again." After saying that, he walked to the other side of the Wangchuan River without looking back.

I saw a colorful divine light emerging from the other side, and then faintly disappeared in front of Po Meng.

As Po Meng cleared away the pots and pans on the table, she smiled lightly and said, "Interesting."

I’m afraid my eldest sister has never seen or experienced this wordless stone bridge, right?

…

Back home, Po Meng was lying on the bed suffering from insomnia.

The era the old monk was talking about was exactly where he would go next after leaving Da Qin. He had already learned some of the situation at that time from history books.

But he didn't expect that when the monk told him face to face, it would be so terrifying.

He was not afraid that Emperor Wu would destroy the Buddha with his hand, but felt sad for the Buddhas.

The Buddha is originally speechless and has compassion for the six paths.

Unexpectedly, Buddhist temples in that era were so greedy that they not only opened the door to making money, but also occupied tens of millions of acres of fertile land that was taxed by the dynasty, collecting filth and dirt.

It turns out that the Buddha's battle with the devil really reappeared in the world thousands of years later. The devil was in the temple and rebelled against heaven.

No wonder Heaven wanted to use Emperor Wu's hand to destroy Buddha and Taoism. After all, Taoism was implicated by Buddhism.

I wonder if next time he and Xiao Hei go to the era of Emperor Wu, will he be like the monks and watch the emperor Cuju in that nine-story tower?

Or transform into a general and follow Emperor Wu with his sword to destroy demons?

When is the time for spring flowers and autumn moon? On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Xiuyuan took a late nap.

He didn't have to go to the river to make soup or go to the mountains to collect herbs. He could have a free day, just in time to think about his own worries.

He moved the table under the eaves, took a plate of apricot meat marinated in honey, and brewed a pot of spiritual tea.

Watching the leaves in the yard gradually turn yellow, I wonder if the little tiger in the grotto practices sword practice five thousand times every day under the supervision of the fat monk?

But Xiao Hei on the snow mountain didn't need to worry about him. With Shuzi and Master around, he wasn't afraid of that guy being lazy.

What about Zhang Liang? That careless guy should at least be more honest before he and Xiao Hei leave, right?

After much deliberation, the ones most willing to endure hardship were Xu Fu, Zhao Meng and Meng Jiang at the foot of the Great Wall.

Due to different reasons, these three people ended up changing their destiny overnight for decades or even centuries, so they practiced desperately.

After drinking Erdao Ling Tea and thinking about practicing swordsmanship, Po Meng came to the bank of Wangchuan River and took out her bamboo sword.

After returning from Wanli Youhe, he wanted to test whether his swordsmanship had improved.

There was a flash of sword light in the wave of the hand, a flash of lightning in the autumn wind, and a trace of flames burning on the grass by the river.

It was too slow, had no strength or speed, and was not the sword he wanted.

Taking a deep breath, he drew his sword and swung it in one go, slashing straight ahead!

This time, the bamboo sword slashed out two different sword auras. He slashed out a three-foot-deep slash three feet in front of him, turning up the black soil.

There was a roar, and the upturned mud instantly fell back to the grass.

Sighing, if his cultivation level is still better, if he changes to the Samsara Sword, I am afraid that this sword will make all the old and young men in Huangquan Village come out to watch the fun, right?

In the sword-drawing technique, you must concentrate and gather all your strength to strike out with a sword that can be called a decisive blow.

Just one word: fast! Extremely fast!

Li Xiuyuan was very satisfied with the power he had before, and the fact that his sword could have such power, and it was just the most ordinary sword-drawing technique plus cutting snow with one sword.

He expected that after observing life and death in the grotto this time, he would be able to break through another level of the phaseless golden body?

If he breaks through another level, I believe that even the old Taoist priests and the Heavenly Way of Da Qin will not be able to imprison his Buddhist physical power.

After all, once he breaks through the realm, he has broken through the restrictions imposed on him by this world. Although he cannot use it, it is no problem to use it for self-defense.

The next time I meet the high priest from Yuezhi King City, I won't be in a hurry.

Returning to the house and lying down under the eaves, Po Meng thought about ways to speed up the drawing of the sword.

For the sword-drawing technique, the body's memory is already there. Now he just needs to practice hard every day and slowly improve.

A full moon hangs quietly in the sky. During the Mid-Autumn Festival of this year, Meng Po admired the moon alone in the Wangchuan River.

He has remembered the past one by one, and will forget more people and things in the years to come. This is Wangchuan, where she cooks and tests soup every day.

Forgetting is her practice.

She was looking forward to chopping off the fallen leaves in autumn, reading a room full of poetry and books, waiting for the cold wind to rise, going to the Wangchuan Bridge, going to the Lingshan Mountain to fight the snow in the wind, and then waiting for the first touch of spring.

It was snowing lightly in early winter, so Li Xiuyuan built a wooden shed on the Wangchuan Bridge to protect him from the snow all winter long.

He had been lonely for a long time, but he did not expect that at midnight tonight, he would meet an unexpected friend who was not an old friend.

No, it should be said that they are a pair of old friends.

A pair of old friends he rescued from the Devil's Eye on the Shura battlefield, Su Quan and Xiao Yu, who were kidnapped by the Devil.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into Po Meng, was waiting for the two of them on the Wangchuan Bridge.

Naturally, the two of them did not recognize that Po Meng in front of them was an old friend from back then.

After dragging two chairs, Li Xiuyuan stopped the two people with snowflakes hanging on their bodies. Instead of rushing to make soup, he silently poured two cups of spiritual tea.

He took Xiaoyu's hand and asked: "What happened in Ding'an City that caused both of you to die?"

Xiaoyu, who was dressed in a yellow dress and had tears in her eyes, was stunned for a moment, looked at Po Meng and murmured, "Does Po Po also know Xiaoyu and her husband?"

Po Meng was stunned, looked at Su Quan and asked, "Are you married? Didn't you want to be dedicated to Buddhism and build a Buddhist temple outside Ding'an City?"

Su Quan, who looked confused, was shocked when he heard this. He looked at her and replied blankly: "Only one person knows about this matter. I wonder who my mother-in-law heard about it?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said nothing, but silently took a stick of incense, lit it, and put it aside.

Then he smiled bitterly and said: "I rescued you two from the devil with my own hands. Who do you think I am? I am just here to take over the duty for the eldest sister for ten or eight years..."

"So you are the little devil? Oh no, you are Li Xiuyuan who ascended during the day after a battle with Commander Longmen Pass. Why are you here?"

The first person to come to his senses was not Su Quan, but Xiao Yu with tears on his face.

It wasn't until Xiaoyu screamed out in surprise that Su Quan sighed and said, "I never expected that we would meet again here. It's Su Quan who has fulfilled your great trust."

"Drink tea first, speak slowly if you have anything to say, don't be hasty for a while."

Po Meng said slowly: "Since I am allowed to see you two, I naturally want to understand the cause and effect of this. In the future, I may have to go to Ding'an City to seek justice for you."

After much deliberation, Po Meng made a different spiritual tea and poured half a cup of the sacred water brought back from the depths of the Youhe River into the pot.
To be continued...