"Brother Li, you shouldn't have cast spells to help him go back. Now he is angry. There will be a lawsuit when he goes back. You are not helping him, but harming him."
Seeing Zhou Cai riding away overnight, Cheng Le sighed and looked helpless.
Li Xiuyuan asked: "I won't help him go back to me today. Brother Cheng, can you stop him and prevent him from going back?"
"This, this... it's really not possible. After this happened, I think this good brother of mine can't bear it no matter what. Even if I can hold him back today, he will definitely go down the mountain and leave tomorrow." Cheng
Happy Tao.
"That's right. Since I can't stop it, why not help you? I just gave him a paper horse to let him go back early. There is no difference in the outcome of the matter because he arrived early or late, but I know that this time Since the matter must be settled, why not settle the matter as soon as possible? The long-term pain is worse than the short-term
It hurts, do you want to see him feel ashamed and annoyed by this matter day and night?" Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said.
Cheng Le thought for a while and said: "Brother Li's words make sense. The outcome of the matter will indeed not change. It's just that I am very worried about him going back alone..."
Li Xiuyuan said: "If you are worried, you should practice more. Only when you have achieved some success in practice can you help Zhou Cai."
"That's right." Cheng Le nodded and decided to ask the master for practice tomorrow.
If you have accomplished something in your studies within a year, it is not too late to go down to the mountain to help Zhou Cai.
Li Xiuyuan didn't persuade him much.
This is a person's private matter, so why should other people interfere? Moreover, how to deal with this matter is also Zhou Cai's personal decision, so how can he interfere?
After all, no one can tolerate such a thing.
"It is a good thing that people have their own destiny. Brother Cheng, you don't need to worry too much. It's getting late today. You should go to bed early. I won't disturb you anymore." Li Xiuyuan stood up to leave at this time.
"Thank you so much, Brother Li, for helping me so many times today. I can't thank you enough for your kindness." Cheng Le said in return.
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Now that you have entered the mountain gate, you are our fellow disciples, so why should you be so polite?"
After the two exchanged polite greetings, he returned to his bedroom.
I closed my eyes and sat cross-legged, meditated and rested, and began to practice hard in the mountains like a monk.
I have to stay here for ninety days, whether it is long or short.
Apart from learning spells, the rest of the time is nothing more than cultivating one's moral character and cultivating one's sentiments.
He does not need to pursue immortality, nor does he need to do homework every day for fear of wasting his practice. Compared with the persistent practice of Taoists, he seems more leisurely.
Time flies and it’s five or six days.
Counting from the day he entered the mountain gate, he has been here for ten days.
Except for Ling Fengzi's incident, nothing else happened in the mountain gate. The mountain was extremely quiet. There were no sounds of horses, horses, chickens, and dogs. There were only the sounds of insects and birds in the mountains, even in the Taoist temple.
The Taoist uncles and brothers who had gathered in the hall before seemed to have
He disappeared without a trace, and there was no trace of him at all.
During this period of time, Li Xiuyuan had nothing else to do except stay in the Daozang Hall and continue to learn spells.
But after ten days of learning the spell, he was already mastering the spell at a rate of about seventy-seven or eighty-nine.
I have learned all the spells that I should learn, but I have not learned more about the remaining spells that I feel are useless to me. Even if I have learned them, I am afraid that I will not use them.
"Everyone in the world says that immortals are good, but who understands that the long period of silence that practitioners endure in order to become immortals and achieve Taoism is only ten days. If it takes ten or twenty years,
I’m afraid most people won’t be able to hold on.”
Li Xiuyuan was wearing a loose Taoist robe at the moment. The clothes were flowing and casual.
He walked on the wet mountain stone path covered with moss. He had no purpose. He was just bored and lonely and wanted to go for a walk.
It was a bit too quiet in the mountains, and a worldly person like him was really not used to staying there for a long time.
On the way, he saw Zhang Shi, the son of a herbal medicine dealer who had entered the mountain gate to practice before, also wearing a Taoist robe, panting and carrying two buckets of water, walking towards the foot of the mountain, swaying on his feet, and sweating profusely on his face.
This was the daily homework assigned to him by Teng Yunzi, which required him to fill three large tanks of water.
Zhang Shi has persisted for ten days.
But his mood and temper were getting worse day by day. Not only was he as tired as a dog every day, but he also didn't learn any spells except water fetching. This was completely different from what he imagined learning magic spells.
.
He even suspected that he had been used as a coolie by these smelly Taoist priests.
Li Xiuyuan didn't know the reason, he only thought that Teng Yunzi was deliberately training him.
After all, he is a young master from a wealthy family and is used to being served by others. Now it is necessary to go up the mountain to temper his will.
"I'm so exhausted, I'm so exhausted. I carried three large tanks of water in one day. This is not done by humans at all. Sooner or later, I will die of exhaustion on this mountain road." Zhang Shi was panting, cursing as he walked, and he was even more worried in his heart.
Cursing Teng Yunzi.
That smelly Taoist priest is really disgusting. He doesn't give him any magic spells, but lets him fetch water.
Li Xiuyuan took a look and kindly reminded: "Brother, you shouldn't be so impatient. The more impatient you are, the more tired you will be. You need to master the rhythm when walking to carry water. Only if the rhythm is correct can it last. If you don't use the right strength, it will only get worse."
The more you pick, the more tired you become.”
"I want you to talk nonsense, but I still need you to teach me how to carry water?" Zhang Shi cursed.
Li Xiuyuan wasn't angry either, he just smiled and shook his head.
This man's heart is filled with resentment, and he's afraid that he won't be able to carry the water for long.
No longer paying attention, he prepared to walk along the mountain path and then go back. He continued to return to Daozang Hall to learn some spells and see if there was anything he missed.
But when he passed by Zhang Shi, Zhang Shi's legs and feet suddenly became weak, he lost his balance and stumbled, falling to the side.
All the buckets of water that were carried were splashed on the mountain road.
"You little Taoist, why don't you leave now? Why don't you help me quickly? Are you blind?" Zhang Shi said with some embarrassment.
Li Xiuyuan glanced at him as he was passing by, thought for a moment and said, "I don't dare to help you."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you'll blackmail me."
Zhang Shi said angrily: "Why are you afraid of me blackmailing you if you don't have a guilty conscience? Did you cast a spell just now to cause me to fall? That must be the case, so you didn't dare to help me. I just said something against you.
Respectfully, you secretly cast a spell to harm me. You really have sinister intentions. Who are you?
A disciple of the Immortal Master? I heard that if you cast spells in the mountain gate to harm your fellow disciples, you will be kicked out of the mountain gate. If you cast spells to harm me, when I go back and report to Master Zixu, he will definitely drive you down the mountain."
"..." Li Xiuyuan looked at him with a strange expression.
"Do you really have no sense of shame in slandering someone like this? It was obviously your own weakness that caused your fall, but you had to blame it on me."
"I don't care. Unless you help me carry twenty loads of water every day, I will inform Master Zixu about this and ask him to drive you down the mountain." Zhang Shi said as if I will never spare you lightly.
Li Xiuyuan said: "You know what you are doing, so why frame me with something that is not true? Even if this matter is reported to Zixu Zhenren, you will not be able to escape the benefits. You can go get two more buckets of water by yourself. By then the practice will be completed."
If you can’t, don’t rely on me.”
He didn't want to talk to this rich disciple anymore, so he flicked his sleeves and strode away.
"How dare you, a Taoist, ignore me? Do you know who I am?" Zhang Shi said angrily, wanting to vent all the anger he had accumulated over the past ten days on this young Taoist.
He dare not be disrespectful to other Taoist priests, but this Li Xiuyuan just started with him, and his seniority is extremely low.
"Don't take tolerance for granted. You are in the mortal world and I am in heaven. It is rare to practice Dharma today. Put down your grudges and seek immortality. It is not easy for you like a mountain gate, and it is even more difficult to practice. If you really want to get entangled in this matter, be careful of losing your immortality. Go down the mountain and go home.
." Li Xiuyuan replied calmly.
"You threaten me?" Zhang Shidao.
Li Xiuyuan said: "It's not a threat to you, but your ability and Taoism are the lowest among the mountains. Although I don't want to cause trouble or be tainted with cause and effect in my practice, I am not a real Taoist. If you mess around, I don't mind.
Let you have a taste of my thunder method."
He stopped and looked back, his eyes flashing with golden light.
Above the head, it suddenly became dark, and a thunderbolt exploded from the clear sky, as if it was ringing next to Zhang Shi's ears, causing his eardrums to buzz.
He exclaimed in fright and fell directly to the ground, with a look of fear in his eyes.
Although there was no thunder falling just now, it was as if he was immersed in the scene, and the thunder sounded on his body.
Seeing his panicked look, Li Xiuyuan laughed, turned and left, "Now that I have entered the Taoist gate, I am in a hurry. In the uninhabited forest in the mountains, I have cultivated an unparalleled method. I will cut down the eternal pine trees in the blue sky."
He had no interest in his leisure time, and when the scholar's poetic taste aroused, he couldn't help but recite a poem.
But before he had gone very far, he heard an echoing voice: "Good poetry, good poetry, mediocre literary talent and mediocre sentences, but what is more, there is a majestic ambition in the poetry. This poem has
Qi Ping, can you come up and get together for a while?"
"Um?"
Li Xiuyuan's expression changed and his steps stagnated.
This is the Taoist message transmitted across thousands of miles.
"Here it is." The voice sounded again, with a bit of a smile, but a golden light appeared in the mountains and forests. The golden light flew from a certain mountain top, flew all the way, and landed on the ground and turned into a golden bridge.
It seemed to be gesturing to Li Xiuyuan to come along the Golden Bridge.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment, and without worrying about anything, he moved his feet and stepped on the golden bridge.
But the next moment, the golden bridge suddenly shattered, collapsed in an instant, and turned into little golden lights that disappeared in the forest.
"Haha, the path of a saint in the world cannot be carried by my golden bridge. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The voice said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter, since someone from the Taoist sect invites you, I'll go over there." Li Xiuyuan said, taking a step forward and walking ten feet over. After a few more steps, he quickly ran along the top of the mountain.
After not far away, water vapor condensed under his feet, and then turned into an auspicious cloud, dragging him to the ground and flying towards the top of the mountain.
There is a pavilion at the top of the mountain.
There is a stone platform in the pavilion, and on the stone platform there is an old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. He is holding a fishing rod, and the fishing line is submerged in the clouds and mist. It is unknown where it has drifted.