It was not until the beginning of the eighth month of the summer calendar, when the northwest trade winds of the Persian Sea were blowing, that Lang Dong's cousin and his merchant ship left the small island of Penglai of Master Shura and continued to sail east along the current.

It's not easy to come out, if the empty boat goes north to the Tianzhu River and returns to Fulousha for thousands of miles, it is really a pity.

Therefore, when he sent me to the island for treatment, Uncle Lang Dong had already made detailed arrangements for the next half of the year.

First send Humble Belo to the Dreadnought Mountain Monastery in Sinhala, and then follow the coastline to Siam in the southeastern sea country.

When the southeast trade winds blow in the next year, they will return from Siam to the north.

It is said that the sea kingdom of Siam is rich in cardamom, and this spice is used as medicine by the Han landlords in the East.

In the incense markets of Jianda Buddha, cardamom is one of the precious Buddhist incense and the main raw material of the world's wheel incense.

Uncle Langdong is from a family of incense makers, so of course he will not miss such a smooth transaction.

After a month of recuperation, my body has returned to normal.

Every day, in addition to bringing fresh water from the mountains with Qin Chong and Guo Helmet, and watering the Longmu on the slope, it is to follow Master Shura to practice his method of Zena.

Although I don't know Tianzhu Sanskrit, and I don't have much verbal communication with Master Shura, I have also realized a lot of truths.

Therefore, during this time, if a sea boat passes by Penglai Island, you will see a Tianzhu monk cross-legged facing the waves with his palms crossed, closing his eyes and meditating, absorbing the roundness of heaven and earth to measure the five elements of yin and yang.

And the shirtless meditator beside the eminent monk is me, a disciple of the Eastern Han family.

At the end of each day, I would exchange greetings with Venerable Shura, and then go back to our respective abodes without disturbing each other.

"Young master, let's go get some sea fish tonight to replenish our bodies! This brown rice stew every day is really no appetite! ”

The hilltop grass house where we live today is also built by the donor who healed here in the early stage, and it is the welcome courtyard of this Penglai island.

One afternoon, Qin Chong and the pot helmet were cooking rice, and when they saw me returning from enlightenment, Qin Chong put down the wooden pestle in his hand and grabbed the linen shortcoat next to him to wipe off the sweat all over his body, and laughed loudly at me.

"The turtle barbecue was refreshing, and it was all over the beach! Qin Chong, let's join forces to put down one in a while, it's enough for us to eat for ten days and a half months! ”

Liu Zhen'er was in charge of threshing, and was holding half a bundle of rice straw in the stone trough and beating it hard!

Seeing that Qin Chong and I were talking about meat, I couldn't help but salivate.

"In the land of the Pure Land of the Buddha Kingdom, Master Shura saved my life again, and the two brothers can't make a mistake! When you get to the land, you can drink and eat, drum, and sing enough! Hehe. ”

I apologized to the two of them, and it was really hard for them to accompany me to work on this lonely island for more than two months.

"Young master! It was all jokes! Hahaha! Being able to get along with the monks who have attained the Tao all day long is a blessing that I have cultivated for eight lifetimes, and the coarse tea and rice are better than the delicacies of the mountains and the sea! If it weren't for the fact that he already had a wife and children at home in Khotan, Qin Chong would be ready to be ordained and become a monk on this island! ”

Qin Chong laughed, and there was already a bit of a birthable mentality between his words.

"I've had enough of this island! When I saw the seawater, I remembered the Flying Fish Reef and Oriental Island back then! Young master, in the future, let's still take the land route, take the Tuoli Road and the Daqin Road! The body above the sea is like duckweed, without support, and there is no joy from the galloping horses of the land and mountains! ”

After beating a bundle of rice ears, the pot helmet used his sword as a knife to split a green coconut and handed me half of the husk.

The island is full of thousand-year-old coconut trees, and the green coconut fruits are growing one after another

It bears fruit like the grapes of the Northland.

Master Shura's disciples taught us to use coconut water as tea, which is a hundred times sweeter and more delicious than mountain springs.

So nowadays, when the pot helmet has a little free time, he will climb the tree to pick a few, or for tea, or for cooking, and the life is quite leisurely.

"Whether you go by sea or by land depends on chance. In the next few months, if we meet a merchant ship heading east, we will definitely take the sea route, and we will meet Uncle Su and them outside Jiankang City in the next spring. If we miss the West Trade Wind and there are no merchant ships docking, then we can only take the land route! Before the end of the year, I will return to my hometown in Khotan, and I will meet my caravan outside Chang'an City in the early summer of next year! ”

I raised my head and drank the coconut water, took the wooden pestle in Qin Chong's hand and smashed it vigorously.

After a little effort, the gray-white rice grains in the stone trough and the golden chaff were almost separated.

The pot helmet and Qin Chong worked together to pour the cooked rice straw into a sieve made of coarse-eyed linen on the side.

After a few shakes, the rice grains have rained down on the mat below.

In the last process, the pu mat is put away and the fragrant millet rice is poured into a clay pot and filled, and the rations for the next day are settled.

"Young Master, you Forgetful Poison Gu seems to be almost fine! Master Shura is really a master! ”

Qin Chong stood in the middle of the field, and couldn't help laughing loudly when he saw my posture.

"I haven't had a recurrence for half a month! In terms of efficacy, the soul-reviving function of this southern rice millet should be in the first place, and the millet of Tianzhu, who saved my life, is also! Hahaha! ”

Speaking of which, since the day I went to the island, I drank rice porridge for more than ten days in a row, without using any medicine.

If you want to say that Master Shura's poison healing holy hand is all in this pale cyan rice porridge in my opinion.

"Since the young master has recovered from his illness, the young master should also share a little bit of the farm work for us!"

The pot helmet was afraid that I would be tired, so he took the wooden pestle in my hand and didn't forget to move it.

"Good! From tomorrow onwards, I would like to be a farmer, facing the sea every day! Hurry! Hurry! Hahaha! ”

I wiped the sweat from my face, sat cross-legged on the cliff against the sea breeze, and looked at the green fields under the mountain.

I am not a person who values profit, and such a carefree Brahma Pure Land is very much in line with my state of mind at this time.

I really want to let go of everything from now on, and live on this Penglai island for a long time like Master Shura.

But the gods are so popular, and the dust is difficult to cross!

After such a catastrophe, I owe some love debts in the world, and I need to spend my life to repay the peace.

You can no longer just want to live and cultivate at home, and do whatever you want.

The southern Canghai of Tianzhu Buddha Country is humid and hot all year round, and there is no cold weather in autumn, so the heat-loving rice millet can grow in all seasons.

The monks on the island told us that two crops of rice had already been harvested, that the third crop was growing in the middle of the year, and that another crop could be harvested before the end of the summer calendar.

While I was stationed on the island for drug treatment, two more Persian poison patients came to seek medical treatment and continue their lives.

So we haven't left the island yet, and the next season's sowers are now available.

The grass liao on the top of the mountain was already occupied by me, Qin Chong, and Guo Helmet, and their accompanying servants set up another platform on the slope of the mountainside.

Banana leaves are the cover, the mountain stone is the base, and the coconut wood is the pillar.

In a few days, two exquisite seaside villas have been built.

As the first to come, we worked overtime for several days and sent 200 catties of millet rice to express ourselves

The hearts of people who are sympathetic to the sick.

Unfortunately, one of the newcomers was terminally ill and wailed for several days before he died.

A charcoal fire was lit on the silver beach, and Master Shura led three disciples to recite sutras for the deceased.

Then a handful of bones and ashes were scattered into the boundless sea, leaving no trace.

The days on the island are calm again, and the month passes quickly, and the rice grass in the mountains slowly turns from green to yellow, and in the blink of an eye, it is time to harvest.

It's a pity that the eastern merchant ships that came on the west wind and docked to replenish water have not been seen once, and Qin Chong and Guo Helmet have become more and more anxious.

They have set up a few piles of dry wood on the top of the mountain, ready to set fire to any ship passing by at the end of the harvest period, whether east, west, north or south.

It is good to be able to go to the East, but if you can't go to the East, you should hurry up and re-enter the mainland, and return to the East from the land trade route.

And once you have a home, the days on the island are tight and boring.

Every morning and evening, Venerable Shura would visit us as usual, leading us to meditate and recite a Sanskrit scripture that he didn't mean.

The rest of the day, the three of us either made a fire or fought wildly on the soft beach to rebuild our bodies.

When night comes, there are many fireflies on the island, twinkling and dancing in all directions, like stars in the sky.

"Young master, do you smell on your body? You're about to suck the fireflies from all over the island! ”

One evening, the three of them wandered on the beach again, but I saw that the fireflies and moths in the mountain streams and fields followed me like floating clouds, forming a fluttering and swaying "neon dress" around me.

"No! What else can smell other than the smell of sweat? ”

I was shirtless, wearing only a pair of linen shorts, and sniffed left and right, but didn't notice anything unusual.

He plunged headlong into the sea, and the swarm of insects dispersed.

When I got back ashore from the water, all of them had gathered and I couldn't get rid of them, which was distressing.

"Young master, do you have your Luminous Sea Pearl with you? So it must be the reason why moths are attracted to fight the fire! ”

Qin Chong suddenly stared at my belt and shouted, and the three of them instantly understood.

The last time I traded with the Hebrew merchants in Phu Lousha, the two Luminous Sea Pearls are still in my waist, and I have long forgotten their existence these days.

On such a moonless night, the faint white light of the luminous sea pearl shines out of the bag, and it is clearly a huge mother of flowing fireflies!

I quickly untied my bag and took out the sea pearl in it, and the surroundings suddenly brightened.

The cold light emitted by the two pearls, like two copper lamps burning with fire oil, is crystal clear and bright, and it is incomprehensible in beauty.

"Amitabha! It's really a pearl of the world! ”

We had only heard of the Persian Sea Luminous Pearl, but tonight we saw it for the first time, and the three of us were amazed and couldn't help but sing the pious Buddha vows.

The reason for the flow of fireflies was finally found, and I handed over the two Luminous Sea Pearls to Qin Chong and the pot helmet respectively, and asked the two of them to re-interpret them on the beach.

With the movement of the human body, the fireflies in the sky quickly divided into two roads, all the way around the sea and all the way to the mountain.

Swimming in the dragon is like a dragon, adding a lot of fun to the summer night of this Penglai island.

(End of chapter)

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