In the courtyard of the house, a middle-aged woman and an old woman kneel on a futon, and there are two identical sculptures on the table in front of her. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After giving a salute, the middle-aged man turned his head and asked the old woman: "Mother, he is a Bodhisattva, we can't call him Lord Li." ”

"This ......" the old woman was in trouble and asked her son, "Do you know the honorific name of Lord Li?"

The middle-aged man thought about it and shook his head with a look of shame: "The child can't imagine that Lord Li seems to have no honorific name." ”

The old woman struggled to get up, and the middle-aged man hurriedly went to help.

The old woman said, "You go, send a copy of Master Li's statue to Master Hu." Hu Gongzi is a child, and he can think of a better one. ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly responded, picked up a sculpture and wrapped it in cloth, and went out.

The county inquired about Li Xianyuan's traces, and learned that he had left Wuyuan County, hundreds of miles away, a day earlier. Head north along the official road.

The county man felt a little relieved, and then smiled bitterly. This kid left such a mess behind. But he went away as if nothing had happened.

These people didn't know the mystery, and they all thought that Li Xianyuan had gone on a long trip to relax.

Also looking for him is the shopkeeper Liu of Huashuge.

On the fifth day of Li Xianyuan's departure, "Journey to the West" was empty.

He was surprised that the book was sold so quickly, and he couldn't help but read it curiously. After only reading a few pages, Shopkeeper Liu couldn't wait to slap himself and made a big mistake.

I wishfully think that Li Xianyuan can't write weird novels, but he writes so well. Now that it's too late to regret it, Li Xianyuan is far away, and he can't make the decision. There were not many books left, and there were scholars waiting to buy books outside the door, and they were in a dilemma.

Shopkeeper Liu thought about it for a while, and called his buddy: "Send a notice, saying that Gongzi Li has not returned from a long home, and my Huashuge can't call the shots." Only a dozen books remain. If you want to, you can only wait for Li Gongzi to come back. ”

The man answered and ran to the back hall to prepare.

The Journey to the West turmoil is spreading more and more. Coupled with the storyteller's encouragement, there are people in Linxian who come to visit him, and they are disappointed because they have no books.

The book Journey to the West on the black market has been hyped to the point of half-money. Still in short supply. There are many imitations on the market, and the sales are quite good.

Li Xianyuan, who was hundreds of miles away, didn't know anything about it. He will be in the village before dark.

It won't be a few moments before it's getting dark.

The sky was dripping with a light rain, and outside the pavilion at the head of the village, he met two monks, one large and one small, sheltering from the rain in the pavilion, wearing monk's robes full of complements, and ring scars on their heads.

He looked at them, and they looked at him. The kind-eyed monk clasped his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

Li Xianyuan pulled the reins, and the carriage stopped by the pavilion. Looked sideways at the old monk.

"Donor, may I ask how far this place is from Wuhou City. ”

Li Xianyuan replied: "More than 500 miles, along the official road all the way to the south." ”

"Thank you, donor. The old monk thanked him and asked, "Donor, are you from Wuhou County?"

Li Xianyuan asked him strangely, "How do you know?"

The monk saluted a lot, and replied: "The poor monk recognizes the official tattoo on the donor's carriage, which is owned by Wuhou County." ”

It was the first time he had met a monk here, and Li Xianyuan asked curiously: "The two of you traveled thousands of miles to Wuhou County, what happened?"

The old monk saluted again: "It's for preaching." Donor, I see that you have Buddha nature in your heart, and if you are devout and blink your eyes on the Dharma, you will surely reach the Western Bliss. Would you like to ......"

"No. Li Xianyuan replied simply.

"Brother, what's wrong with cultivating Buddha?" Before Lao He could speak, the little monk beside him tilted his head and asked. He is eight or nine years old, with red lips and white teeth and a bare head, which makes people can't help but want to touch it. An old monk's robe can't stop that aura.

Li Xianyuan did not answer, but bowed to the sky.

"What are you doing?"

"Worship the Buddha. Li Xianyuan said.

"The Buddha is in the West Tianling Mountain, but not there. The little monk asked with a glance.

"The Buddha is in the heart. ”

Leaving a word, Li Xianyuan pulled the reins, and the carriage drove into the village.

"What did the brother say again. Huiwu doesn't understand, but it seems to have a deep meaning. The little monk took the old monk's rough hand and looked up and asked.

"This son of Buddha nature and poor monks must bow down to the wind...... That's it. If he is fated, he will enter the Buddha sooner or later. Seeing the carriage drive into the rain, the old monk sighed.

"Amitabha. ”

……

When he entered the village and explained his intentions, the village chief said that his house was vacant. Li Xianyuan untied the horse and led it into the courtyard, ate briefly at the village chief's house, and spent the night.

The two monks in the pavilion outside the village, one big and one small, left when the rain stopped.

In the dead of night. The dark clouds spread out, and the stars were revealed, like the eyes of the sky.

The village was silent at night. Occasionally, the barking of dogs echoes over the village.

As time passed, the eyes narrowed until they were completely obscured by dark clouds.

A drop of rain fell on the water tank in the courtyard, causing a ripple. A few more drops of rain fell from the sky.

The light rain washed the summer night, and the rain was dripping, and after a few hours of stopping, it began to fall again.

The room is dark, and Li Xianyuan sleeps in clothes. The sound of salsa rain comes through the window, making people sleep more sweetly.

I don't know how long it took, a little golden light suddenly appeared in the guest room. In a flash of light, everything returned to its original state, but there seemed to be something more in the room.

"It's really hard to find you kid. ”

The voice of the void is long.

"The spiritual mountains and rivers are deep, what does it mean to sit and meditate all day long. Although I have to defeat the Buddha in one fight, what is the use of this number? If I grind my mind, I will not be me. ”

The burden on the case was suddenly untied, and the Journey to the West floated out, turning the pages as if blown by the wind, but a few breaths and a book came to an end.

"It's a full description of Master's pedantic nature. Seeing that you little child is happy, I will accept your merits and stay away from those bald donkeys. I'll give you another seed, I'm useless anyway. ”

In response, Li Xianyuan was sleeping soundly on the bed, a little red light between his eyebrows was prominent, he took off his forehead like a living thing, and flew out and suddenly disappeared into the void, as if he was grabbed by an invisible hand.

In the blink of an eye, another bit of gray light shot out from the void, drilled into the center of Li Xianyuan's eyebrows, turned into a line mark like a closed eye, and slowly faded away.

"I'll leave this matter to you in another dream, so as not to make a joke without knowing anything.

"Gone. ”

In his sleep, Li Xianyuan frowned slightly, only to feel a hot burst between his eyebrows, and woke up slowly.

Previously, he seemed to have had a dream, and Sun Wukong appeared, sitting on Qinglian, and the vision was not visible. The golden hoop stick is horizontal and between the legs, the hands are held in front and back, and the color of the gold armor of the chain has faded, only gray and white. Back to basics. It's quiet. A monkey is exhausted.

It took away Li Xianyuan's merits and Buddha fate, and gave him Dao seed incense.

……

Wuhou County, Wan Lai is silent.

Here, the clouds and fog have cleared, and the damp green bricks are empty, and the streets reflect the moonlight.

In both houses, people have turned off the lights and rested. On the desk facing the door of the bedroom, there is a large statue of a palm, like an incense burner in front of it, and the incense has been burned.

The statue is a dusty young man with a round of Buddha light behind his head and a delicate lotus seat at his feet.

Suddenly, I saw that the statue had changed.