In the courtyard of a residential house, a middle-aged and an old woman kneel on a futon, with two identical sculptures placed on the table in front of them

After giving a salute, the middle-aged man turned to the old woman and asked: "Mom, he is a Bodhisattva. We can't call him Master Li."

"This..." The old woman was in trouble and asked her son: "Do you know Mr. Li's honorific title?"

The middle-aged man thought about it and shook his head with a look of shame on his face: "I can't even imagine that Mr. Li seems to have no honorable title."

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

The old woman said: "Go and give Mr. Li's statue to Mr. Hu. Mr. Hu is a child. After thinking about it, he can think of something better."

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

The county magistrate asked if there was any trace of Li Xianyuan and learned that he had left Wuyuan County, hundreds of miles away, and headed north along the official road the day before.

The county magistrate felt a little relieved, and then he smiled bitterly at this kid. He left such a mess and left as if nothing happened.

These people didn't know the secret, and they all thought that Li Xianyuan was traveling far away to relax.

Also looking for him was Shopkeeper Liu of Huashuge.

On the fifth day after Li Xianyuan left, all the copies of "Journey to the West" were sold out

The book sold out so quickly that he didn't expect it. He couldn't help but read the book out of curiosity and only read a few pages. Shopkeeper Liu wanted to slap himself. He had made a big mistake.

I wishfully thought that Li Xianyuan was not good at writing fantasy novels, but he was so good at it. Now it was too late to regret it. Li Xianyuan was away from home, and he was unable to be the master of the library. There were very few books left. There were also scholars outside the door waiting to buy books. He was in a dilemma.

Shopkeeper Liu thought about it for a while and called his clerk: "I'm making an announcement that Mr. Li has not returned from a long trip. I, the Hua Bookstore, can't make the decision. There are only a dozen books left. If I want more, I can only wait until Mr. Li comes back."

The waiter responded and ran to the back hall to prepare.

The Journey to the West scandal spread more and more widely, and the storyteller helped it. People from all over the county came here because of the news, but they returned disappointed because there was no book.

The book Journey to the West has been sold for half the price on the black market and is still in short supply. There are many imitations on the market and sales are quite good.

Li Xianyuan, who is hundreds of miles away, knows nothing about this. He will rush to the village before dark

It will be dark in a few moments

It was raining lightly in the sky. Outside the pavilion at the end of the village, he met two monks, one big and one young, taking shelter from the rain in the pavilion. Their robes were full of patches and they had scars on their heads.

He looked at them, and they also looked at his kind-faced monk. He put his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha..."

Li Xianyuan pulled the reins, and the carriage stopped beside the pavilion and turned to look at the old monk.

"Donor, how far is this place from Wuhou City?"

Li Xianyuan replied: "More than five hundred miles, just follow the official road to the south."

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

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

The monk was very polite, and after saluting, he replied: "The poor monk recognized the official emblem on the donor's carriage, and it belongs to Wuhou County."

This was the first time he met a monk when he came here. Li Xianyuan asked curiously: "Why did you two come all the way to Wuhou County?"

The old monk saluted again: "You are the benefactor of the mission. I see that you have Buddha nature in your heart. If you turn your mind to the Dharma with devotion, you will reach the bliss of the West. May you wish..."

"No," Li Xianyuan answered simply.

"Brother, what's wrong with cultivating Buddhism?" Before Lao He could speak, the young monk beside him tilted his head and asked. He is ** years old, with red lips, white teeth, and a bare head, which makes people want to touch it. Even an old monk's robe can't stop the smell.

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Li Xianyuan did not answer, but bowed his hands towards the horizon and saluted.

"What are you doing"

"Worship the Buddha" Li Xianyuan said

"The Buddha's capital is in Lingshan Mountain, Xitian, but it's not there," the young monk asked sternly.

"Buddha is in the heart"

After leaving a few words, Li Xianyuan pulled the reins and the carriage drove into the village.

"That brother said something that Huiwu didn't understand, but it seemed to have profound meaning." The young monk took the old monk's rough hand and raised his head and asked.

"This boy has a Buddha-like nature and all the poor monks are willing to bow down to him... But if he is destined, he will enter Buddhism sooner or later." Looking at the carriage driving into the rain, the old monk sighed.

"Amitabha"

…

After entering the village and explaining his purpose, the village chief said that his house had a vacancy. Li Xianyuan untied the horse and led it into the courtyard, had a simple meal at the village chief's house and stayed overnight.

The two monks in the pavilion outside the village left when the rain stopped.

At midnight, in the dead of night, the dark clouds dispersed and the stars appeared, like the eyes of the sky.

The village is silent at night, and the occasional barking of dogs echoes over the village.

As time went by, my eyes gradually narrowed until they were completely obscured by dark clouds.

A drop of rain fell into the water tank in the courtyard, causing ripples and a few more drops falling from the sky.

The light rain washes over the summer night. The rain is pouring. It stopped for a few hours and then started raining again.

The guest room was dark, and Li Xianyuan was sleeping in her clothes. The sound of rustling rain came from the window, making people sleep even more sweetly.

I don’t know how long it took, but a golden light suddenly appeared in the guest room. Everything returned to its original state, but there seemed to be something extra in the room.

"It's really hard to take a kid like you seriously."

The sound in the void

"Lingshan Mountain is deep and the water is deep. What's the point of sitting all day long and meditating? Even though I can defeat the Buddha's name in a fight, what's the use of this title? If my mind is sharpened, I will no longer be me."

The baggage on the desk was suddenly untied, and the Journey to the West floated out, as if being blown by the wind, the pages turned, but after a few breaths, the book came to an end.

"On the contrary, I would like to express Master's pedantic character thoroughly. Just to see how happy you are as a child, I will accept your merits and virtues. Stay away from those bald donkeys and then give you Taoist seeds. It's useless for me anyway."

In response, Li Xianyuan was sleeping soundly on the bed. A red light appeared between his eyebrows. It came off his forehead like a living thing. It flew out and disappeared into the void, as if he was caught by an invisible hand.

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

"I will tell you about this matter in another dream, so as not to make a joke.

"Gone"

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

He seemed to have had a dream before. Sun Wukong appeared, sitting cross-legged on the green lotus. The vision did not show the golden cudgel lying between his legs. His hands were held backwards and forwards. The color of the golden armor on the chain was completely faded. It was just gray and white, which meant that he was returning to his original nature. It was quiet.

Just lower your eyes and you will see that all the monkey nature is gone

It took away Li Xianyuan's merits and virtues, and gave him the incense of Taoism.

…

Wuhou County, everything is silent

Here the clouds have cleared and the fog has dispersed, and the wet blue-brick empty streets reflect the moonlight.

In both houses, everyone has turned off the lights and rested. On the desk facing the door of the bedroom, there is a large statue with a palm in each. In front of the statue, there is an incense burner with all the incense burnt out.

The statue is of a young man with an extraordinary temperament, a Buddha's light behind his head, and a delicate lotus pedestal at his feet.
Chapter completed!