The two walked together and came to the street where they met during the day, and Li Xianyuan stopped. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's the matter, Brother Li?" Shen Da was puzzled, and the sweaty family behind him took advantage of this to put down his heavy burden and breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Shen Sheng, you and I have parted ways. ”

Shen Dasheng was stunned: "Does Brother Li think I'm snubbing you?" Or don't you like the girl from the Appreciation Academy?"

The streets are bustling with people and noisy. The sunset stretched Li Xianyuan's shadow, and Gujing Wubo's eyes were full of seriousness at this time: "Shen Sheng, although my temperament is indifferent, I also have emotions, not clay sculptures." What you have done today has angered me, and I am not pleased with it. If the Tao is different, don't conspire with each other, so don't pass by. ”

Shen Sheng hurriedly stopped Li Xianyuan, who was about to leave, with an anxious expression: "Could it be that Brother Li is because of that Situ? As the saying goes, brothers are like siblings, women are like clothes, but I really want to make friends with you, Brother Li." If Brother Li doesn't like it, I'll ...... It's okay for me to apologize to Miss Szeto. ”

Shen Sheng seemed to be really anxious, and hurriedly changed his words to call Situ Yanran Miss Situ.

Shen Sheng has a young heart, and there are some shadows on his body, but he is not hopeless. And Li Xianyuan could feel that Shen Sheng's purpose of befriending him was not pure.

Li Xianyuan looked directly at Shen Da, and after a while, he spoke: "Since that's the case, forgive you once." ”

Shen Da immediately had a smile on his face, and he hurriedly admitted his mistake. kicked the lazy family member on the side: "Xiaocai, go to Xiangfang Courtyard to set a place." ”

"No need. Li Xianyuan stopped it.

"Brother Li is not going to Xiangfang Courtyard?"

“…… Some other day. Li Xianyuan groaned and spoke. The bustard of the temple once testified for himself and had time to go over to thank him.

After saying goodbye to Shen Sheng, Li Xianyuan walked towards the inn and disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Li Xianyuan leave on the spot, the family turned his head and asked Shen Da in confusion: "Young master, why do you want to talk to this surnamed Li so much, isn't he just a poor scholar who got the head of the case." ”

"That's why you're blind. Shen Da knocked on Jia Ding's head, and said angrily: "My father asked me to make friends with Brother Li, so it must be right." What's more, although Brother Li talks about me, he treats me like a brother. My brother said that I'm a younger brother, why not? ”

Jia Ding hurriedly flattered: "No, no, since the master said so, it must be right." ”

Shen Sheng snorted: "Let's go, go home!" Brother Li asked me not to provoke Situ Yanran, so it's better not to provoke him." Just to show off like Daddy. Let's see if he dares to hit me in the future. ”

……

Go back to the inn room and light the fuel lamp. The candlelight flickered, and Li Xianyuan was the only one in the empty room, looking lonely.

Li Xianyuan took off the painting tube behind him and put it on the bed, sat down and took out Journey to the West.

After communicating with Mingtang, the memory improved, and the broken memories of the past were also combined and pieced together to become clear. Li Xianyuan looked through the Journey to the West, and sure enough, he found many things that were different from the original book.

After all, it was written from memory, and many details of the content were lost.

Li Xianyuan grinded, took out a stack of rice paper and pressed it with a paperweight and an oil lamp, took out a brush and dipped it in thick ink, and rewrote it according to the memory in his mind.

【The first spiritual root nurtures the source of pregnancy and flows out of the spiritual practice avenue】

[Poem says: Chaos does not divide the world ......]

……

There are not a few folk novels here, most of them are scholars or monks who encounter demons, and repeatedly subdue demons to win good reputations.

And those quite down-to-earth novels are beautiful women who are stupid scholars sleeping in deserted temples and meeting monsters or ghosts. The woman said lightly, wishing to be happy with you. What happens next is up to the imagination of the people.

In the fifty-fifth chapter of Journey to the West alone, Tang Seng encountered the sentence of the scorpion essence: "My true yang is the most treasure, how can I take you lightly with this pink skeleton." "That's not many streets long beyond these novels.

The golden crow disappeared into the mountains in the distance, and the bright moon and stars rose. Outside the window, the lanterns are brightly lit, and the streets are full of people. As time passed, Li Xianyuan always focused on lying in front of the shore and burying his head in writing.

The oil lamp occasionally crackled, the candlelight flickered, and there was not much oil left in it.

The white turtle threw Tang Seng and his party into the river, and everyone's clothes and poems were wet, so they dried the soaked scriptures and books on the stones, and the sun was exposed. Some of the scriptures were stuck in the stone and had to be torn off. Tang Sanzang regretted, and Sun Xingzhi smiled at this time: Heaven and earth are not complete, let alone this scripture.

The group collected the broken scriptures and returned to the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

Back in the Tang Dynasty, the Tang monks were about to read the Mahayana Buddhism, and the Eight Vajra suddenly appeared, taking them back to Lingshan, and all the gods and Buddhas were sitting in front of them. The five Tang monks were sealed by Rulai, and "Journey to the West" came to an end.

The last stroke fell, and the ordinary rice paper revealed a little golden light, and the golden lotus was coiled, and Li Xianyuan showed a lotus flower under the seat. The whole room is shining with golden light.

PrajnaparamitaPrajnaparamitaPrajnaparamitaPrajnaparamitaPrajnaparamita......

Bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded in his ears, countless Buddhist swastikas wrapped around him, and the golden characters turned into tadpoles and drilled into the middle of Li Xianyuan's forehead.

The more the golden light of the rice paper becomes, it fills the entire inn in the blink of an eye, but it is not dazzling. Li Xianyuan was in a hurry, and took the burden and still on it, covering the dazzling golden light.

This move treats the symptoms but not the root cause, but after a few breaths, it penetrates the layers of fabrics, and the golden light shines brightly, illuminating the room.

Fortunately, it was late at night and there was no one on the street. No one noticed the golden light shining through the windows of the second-floor room overhead.

Seeing that it was about to be unable to hide the vision, the golden light suddenly collapsed, and everything returned to normal.

The candlelight of the oil lamp crackled, and everything before suddenly seemed like a dream.

A faint dog barked from a house outside the window.

Li Xianyuan sat at the table, staring at him in a daze as if he was stupid, and the burden of Journey to the West was pressed on the table.

Wrote a Journey to the West and almost became a Buddha?

Li Xianyuan stood up and walked quickly to the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, his hair is still there, there are no cinnabar spots in the center of his eyebrows, and he is still a dusty boy with red lips and white teeth.

Li Xianyuan breathed a long sigh of relief.

Turn around and take the package.

The rice paper is unremarkable, there is no anomaly between the lines, and the ink on the top piece of rice paper has not yet dried. Everything is like a dream.

The change made Li Xianyuan hesitate a little, whether it was correct to compile Journey to the West into a book and publish it.

But then, Li Xianyuan made a decision.

It's not his style to show off.

Timidity is also not his style.

Since you have come to the world of mythology, if you don't go to see these gods and monsters, you will come to the world in vain.

……

Jing Shi College

The highest is a three-storey attic.

The attic cornices, under the moonlight, a figure in white clothes like snow stood on one foot. Long skirts fluttering.

She looked into the distance, looking in the direction where Li Xianyuan was. His voice was cold, and he whispered to himself.

"Merit?"

Taoism cultivates oneself and governs virtue, does not seek karma of cause and effect, so it does not talk about merit. Only Buddhism cultivates good results and accumulates merits.

Wuhou City has Laojun Temple, Erlang Zhenjun Temple, Land Temple and Chenghuang Temple, but there is no temple. It is incomprehensible that there is such a large amount of Buddhist merit here.