Los Angeles, Cangshui.

The autumn breeze is cool, the golden chrysanthemum is fragrant, different from the red maple city of Cangzhou, in this autumn afternoon, the Sanskrit song of the Buddha country, sang the golden armor of the city along the eight hundred miles of Cangshui.

Liu Chen sat on the ox cart, watched Beigong Fu in front of him skillfully support the old and thin cow, and slowly walked into this small city on the border of the northern border.

The world-famous Thousand Buddha Mountain Great Compassion Temple, just west of Los Angeles, less than a hundred miles away, but the glorious incense of Thousand Buddha Mountain, but can not ignite the enthusiasm of the believers in Los Angeles, the people of Los Angeles, seem very quiet, as far as the eye can see, all the smile from the heart.

He once thought that the prosperity of Chang'an would become his hometown, but he never thought that he would meet by chance, but it became his wandering, and there was nowhere to find people at the end of the world, Liu Chen was a passerby, whether it was Chang'an or Los Angeles.

Beigong Fu has a very good saying, "Escape, just to go back better!" Yes, Liu Chen will step on the first sound of firecrackers in the Shangyuan Festival, return to Chang'an, and walk on the stage of the deer feast.

He came to the north just to see the girl who haunted him, her hometown, her snow-capped mountains.

The piety of the people of the Buddha country, Liu Chen has long been in contact, it stands to reason that this should be one of his hometowns, as the pride of the entire Buddha country, he is the undefeated wooden battalion, the eternal banner.

Sitting in the slightly crowded tea shop, Beigong Fu picked up the scroll, leaned quietly on the edge of the fence, listened to the breeze behind her blowing off the petals, dotted her temples, and smiled at Liu Chen's eyebrows.

Los Angeles is not big, the only old stone road is paved with fragrant white, and the old trees on both sides of the road are flying with holy flower rain.

People are like pilgrimages, smiling and raising their heads, the old trees are faint, the petals of Qili incense, with the bell of the corner tower, drifted far away to the ancient road to the Buddha country.

"Listen, that's the bell of the Great Compassion Temple!"

Beigong Fu didn't raise his head, slowly closed his eyes, Liu Chen lightly soaked the fragrant flower tea, and looked into the distance, the outline of Qianfo Mountain loomed in the clouds, and the entire Los Angeles City stopped everything in an instant in this bell, people folded their hands, closed their eyes and prayed sincerely.

"The little monk once told me that the evening bell of the Great Compassion Temple is ringing every day for asceticism!"

"Originally, I was very curious about why he was in his twenties and still stuck in the Qi refining stage, so he still had a little fall into the reputation of the Great Compassion Temple. ”

"It's just that after some things, I understand what I didn't understand before, at that time, I can't figure out why the ascetic gave up the opportunity to enter the academy, gave up the glory of inheriting the country, every time he thinks of the Buddha's country, what he misses the most is the evening bell on the top of the Thousand Buddha Mountain. ”

"Listen, he saw you, he saw me follow you to the Buddha country, and he greeted you. ”

"Huh. Beigong Fu smiled slightly, opened her eyes and looked at Liu Chen calmly, for a long time, she nodded, closed the scroll with both hands and said: "The high monks of the Buddha country can always not look at it with common sense, what you once saw was asceticism and no progress, and there was no quarrel with the world, but when you heard this evening bell, did you understand the way he pursued." ”

"I understand, he has not refined qi, nor has he opened the second vein of Ren Du, he has been sitting in the highest place, listening to the nearest bell, from the beginning, he has been preaching!"

Beigong Fu's smile was even worse, looking at Liu Chen's eyes, it was so beautiful that the country and the city were captivated.

"I have lived on the barren mountain since I was a child, and when I climbed over a snow-capped mountain that was not too high, I could see the cold of the lonely mountain in the north, and every time I walked there, I had to look at it for a long time, I didn't know if the lonely mountain was higher, or the tower on the lonely mountain was higher. ”

"And then, do you understand?"

"I see, when I walked out of the mountain, I knew that the lonely mountain was not high, and the tower was not high, and the person standing on the tower was high. ”

Liu Chen nodded and drank the flower tea silently.

"I saw the snow in the lonely mountain, that is the most beautiful scenery in the north, so I came to see the sword of the southern country, that is the greatest king by the Canglan River!"

"My mother once told me that this generation of the king of Gushan is only in her sixties, and according to the age of the kingdom of God, she should have just reached adulthood!"

"I was lucky enough to see her, the most beautiful woman in the world. ”

"There is snow in the north, and there is a sword in the south. This is the ranger's favorite story. Liu Chen stood up, took out a dime of silver from his arms and put it on the table, and immediately walked out of the tea shop with Beigong Fu and stepped on the streets of Los Angeles.

"Do you like it?" When Beigong Fu handed the long sword behind his back to Liu Chen's hand, Liu Chen was pleasantly surprised, he didn't expect that in the eighteenth courtyard, Beigong Fu not only saved himself, but also brought out his own Qiushui sword.

"Qiushui Sword, who doesn't like it in the world. Beigong Fu smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyebrows and eyes were clean and clear.

"In the future, we will have a child, I will give it to him!"

"That's thanks to Liu Daxia!"

Liu Chen led the old cow and walked in front slowly, Beigong Fu held the scroll and sat quietly behind Liu Chen, the two walked through the ancient road of Los Angeles at sunset, and listened to the last bell ringing, and the ox cart disappeared in the north of Los Angeles.

No one noticed that there was once a humble ox cart here, and the Buddha country was always like this, even if it was crowded, it was as calm as water.

Perhaps here, everyone has a past life, sentient beings can see bliss, the Buddha has not taught people to practice, but he has taught people to cross themselves, right and wrong, cause and effect, are all the reincarnation of life, Buddha is the Tao, self-denial is practice.

On the ancient road leading to the north, as if a new rain had just been experienced, the mud was wrapped in residual flowers, and the boots that were wet with willow dust, the sudden chill made him stop unconsciously, turned around and took out the leather jacket under the car, and gently wrapped it around Beigong Fu's body.

Liu Chen herself was wearing a well-fitting leather jacket, which looked particularly fitting on Beigong Fu's body, she was a little fat, and after wearing the jacket, she became a bunch of meat balls.

"It's so white!" Liu Chen reluctantly withdrew his gaze from Beigong Fu's face, turned around and led the old cow again, and walked towards the distant night.

"The people on the snowy mountains are all white!" the girl sat on the ox cart, and the occasional bump made her occasionally frown, and her voice was soft and soft, like the snow on a lonely mountain.

"Are we going to go through the Dead Yang Pass?"

"But!" the girl smiled, took out the fur hat in the package, threw it far away, and covered Liu Chen's head, but the hat was thrown a little off, slightly revealing half of Liu Chen's short inch, seeing this, she smiled, stood up full of joy, jumped on Liu Chen's back, and straightened his hat properly: "After the Yang Pass, we will really go to the Kingdom of God!"

"I ask you, does what you said that day count?"

"Which day?"

"On the day you said you were going to take the leader, you said you were going to take the moon cage sand and propose to me. ”

"Less smelly beauty, who proposed to you. ”

"Virtue, I don't care anyway, you have to get me the leader, and in the future, at the Qionglin banquet, you will climb the Nine Holy Pagoda, and you will also have to get me a fragment of the Book of Heaven. When you do all that, I'll give you a daughter that's prettier than the God King!"

"You look so fat and ugly, how can the daughter you give birth to be more beautiful than the snow in the north!"

“......”

Non-stop, Liu Chen took Beigong Fu through the late autumn of Los Angeles, walked through the winter of the snow-capped mountains, and finally, the old cow stopped in a place where spring flowers bloomed, small bridges, flowing water, and people.