Heaven and earth return to one

Being in Buddhism, no matter how lively you think it is, you can’t overdo it. Fortunately, there are so many people, you don’t need to kill fish and goats, beat gongs and drums, and you can still gather together to have a good New Year.

The dishes are vegetarian, the dumplings are also filled with vegetarian, and there is not even a drop of wine. Everyone eats it warmly, but it also has a special flavor.

On one side of the table, Han Luo was still desperately serving food to Qin Shaojun who was already full, his intention to please Qin Shaojun couldn't be more obvious.

Qin Shaoshang sat between the two with a blank expression, took out all the dishes he had given to his younger brother, and threw it to Xiang Duo in disgust.

Xu Mingxi took Nangong Xin's little hand and led him around the room, patiently teaching him to call "godfather".

Kang Hui followed behind, and whenever those two people encountered something blocking the way, he would be the first to help them open a smoother road.

The sound of firecrackers came from far below the mountain, accompanied by the yelling of children, full of New Year flavor.

Yi Lingfeng was enthralled by the voice, couldn't sit still anymore, and insisted on going down the mountain to find a drink.

"The wine seller is also celebrating the New Year, and it has already closed. I will take you there tomorrow." Yu Yin coaxed and tricked him back to his room.

Li Yunke rested his chin to look at Nangong Xuan.

Nangong Xuan swallowed the last bite of dumpling without squinting, "Why?"

"Xuan'er, why don't you celebrate the New Year?" Li Yunke asked expectantly.

Nangongxuan thought for a while, and said: "There will be a blessing gift tomorrow morning, so we can't make it too late."

Li Yunke stood up abruptly, "No way!"

"Alright then." Nangongxuan turned to look for Xu Mingxi, "Xiaoxi, let Xin'er sleep with you tonight."

Xu Mingxi looked over with resentment, "Master, after you leave Shaolin Temple, you can't do this anymore, or it will affect Brother Kang and me...cough..."

Nangongxuan laughed and said, "The water splashed by the married Xiaoxi."

Xu Mingxi: "..."

Li Yunke dragged Nangong Xuan back to the room, and began to take off his clothes as soon as he entered the door.

Nangong Xuan slapped him away, "What are you doing? Didn't you say you are not allowed to mess around in Buddhism?"

Li Yunke couldn't believe that he went back on his word so quickly, and said, "You just agreed to me!"

"When will I?" Nangongxuan straightened his clothes, walked around him and lit up the lamps one by one, took two lamps and put them on the short table opposite the bed, and began to sort out the Buddhist scriptures that were all over the table.

Li Yunke followed behind him, "You said you wanted to celebrate."

"Well," Nangong Xuan rubbed the ink, "A few days ago you asked me to copy Buddhist scriptures for you, but I refused, and I couldn't bear to see you copying alone on New Year's Eve, so I reluctantly helped you."

Li Yunke's eyes widened, "This...is this a celebration? It can't be too late..."

"You can't copy it too late, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow." Nan Gongxuan spread out the paper, and carefully wrote according to the Buddhist scriptures.

Li Yunke stood there in a daze for a while, then sat down beside him depressedly, silent as if angry, and picked up a pen to write, every stroke was murderous.

Nangong Xuan finished writing the sheet, put down the pen and glanced at him, shook his head with a smile, took the pen away from his hand, and said, "I'll copy it tonight, don't copy it."

Li Yunke snorted and went to grab the pen again.

Nangong Xuan suddenly took his hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

Li Yunke paused, and there was still some annoyance in his eyes when he looked over, but he softened obviously.

"Didn't your hands hurt from arguing for the past two days? Take a rest and I'll come." Nangong Xuan let go of him, changed a piece of paper and wanted to write again.

Li Yunke lowered his head to look at his hands, then looked at Nangong Xuan's pretty side face under the light, stayed for a moment, and said, "Don't write too, be careful of hurting your eyes."

Nangongxuan didn't stop writing, but raised the corners of his lips, "Aren't you angry?"

"How can I get really angry with you?" Li Yunke stretched out his arms and hugged him, and said shamelessly, "I don't care, it's fine if you can't finish kissing."

The pen draws a long line on the paper, and this one is considered useless.Nangongxuan pouted regretfully, and put down his pen, "I know, but I didn't say I'm not responsible for you."

"That……"

"No."

"..."

Thinking that his dissatisfied face was very interesting, Nangong Xuan stretched out his hands and pinched it, and said, "Didn't you say that you would take me somewhere after the gift? I thought, why not just spend the night outside."

Li Yunke was startled, and then hugged Nangong Xuan tightly, "Xuan'er, you are so kind!"

The blessing ceremony was very formal. The monks from all over the temple and those brought by Li Yunke chanted scriptures, prayed to Buddha, prayed for blessings and ate fast together.

As the most important one, this whole day really made Li Yunke very tired. After the end, Nan Gongxuan drove him to rest but he refused, and insisted on practicing kung fu with him.Obviously he couldn't even enter the room, and he didn't know what he was obsessed with.

The next day, Li Yunke slept until the sun was up, but Li Yunke didn't think about it until Nangongxuan lightly asked where he wanted to spend the night tonight, and then he quickly got up, washed and dressed, ate something hastily, and kissed his son's small face. Pulling Nangong Xuan out through the back door.

——Leaving Nangong Xinwo crying in Xu Mingxi's arms.

Li Yunke didn't say where they were going, and Nangong Xuan didn't ask, the two rode their horses all the way to the southwest, and reached a small mountain in the evening.

Looking from a distance, there are twenty or thirty families connected to each other in Lingdong. Every household has hung up lanterns. Children laugh and run around in front of the door, and sometimes there are strings of firecrackers. It is ordinary but beautiful.

"It should have been more than a day's journey. I dragged you and ran for half a day. Are you tired?" Li Yunke took the reins from him, and tied the two horses together in the cold wind. on the big tree.

Nangongxuan shook his head, pointed his chin over there, "Where is it?"

"I won't tell you yet, I'll take you to meet someone." Li Yunke took his hand and walked towards Lingdong on the thin snow.

Nangong Xuan staggered under his feet, "See you again? Do you have any elders that I haven't seen?"

Li Yunke laughed, "Don't be nervous, it's not the elders, it's the juniors."

"It's really troublesome to find a royal relative," Nangong Xuan muttered in a low voice, "There are so many people in the family, and I don't know if I can see them forever in this life."

Li Yunke happily listened to his complaints, and suddenly pulled him towards him, wrapped his arms around his waist, and ran with ease.

Nangongxuan swallowed back the question that was about to rush out of his mouth, got angry and ran side by side with him.

The two of them skimmed all the way to the outside of a temple at the southernmost part of Lingdong, and leaped onto the wall lightly.

The temple is called Kumu Temple. It is very small. Many walls have peeled off inside and outside, and the incense is not very prosperous. It looks very dilapidated.

But at this moment, the dilapidated temple was very lively. Seven or eight children aged six, seven or younger surrounded a boy of fifteen or sixteen, listening to him tell stories seriously.

The young man was wearing a washed and faded monk's robe, but he had not been shaved. The torch beside him reflected his youthful but handsome features, which were somewhat similar to Li Yunke.

Nangongxuan couldn't help turning his head to look at Li Yunke's face.

Li Yunke made a silent gesture to him, motioning him to continue looking at the boy.

Nangongxuan suspiciously turned his eyes back to the young man, thinking wildly in his heart, could it be that he already had a son before he knew Li Yunke?

"Okay, that's the end of today's story." The boy's voice was still a little immature, but his tone was soothing and pleasant, "Tell me, what is the story about? A good man sent a lot of candied fruit yesterday, who said Well done, I'll give it to whoever."

When the children heard that there were candied fruit to eat, they immediately raised their hands and called out their names.

The boy looked at a little girl with two braids on the left, and said, "Xiaoyu, tell me."

The little girl said in a childlike voice, "Ali went up the mountain to cut firewood and saved the little white rabbit, because he is kind. Brother Ren said that you should always have kind thoughts in your heart."

"Ali" is the character in the story, and "Brother Ren" is the boy.

After hearing this, the young man nodded with a smile, took out a small bag of candied fruit from the bamboo basket at his feet, handed it to Xiaoyu, and said, "That's right, Xiaoyu remembers what Brother Ren said, this is for you."

Xiaoyu cheered, and wanted to open the paper bag, but thought of something, and carefully put the paper bag back in her arms, "Brother Ren also said that if there are good things, you should give them to grandpa and parents first, Xiaoyu doesn't want to eat by herself."

There was more approval in the boy's smile.

Seeing that someone got the candied fruit, the rest of the children became even more anxious.

Another older boy said: "Ali's eldest brother is strong but doesn't work. He is lazy, no; Ali is young but relies on his own strength to chop firewood and sell money to support his family. He is hardworking. We should learn from him. Buying firewood to buy medicine for mother to treat illnesses is filial piety, and we must learn from it.”

"That's really good." The boy took out another bag of candied fruit and gave it to the boy.

The boy swallowed his saliva, but didn't eat it, and imitated Xiaoyu and put the candied fruit into his arms.

The children chattered and quickly divided up the basket of candied fruit.

It was getting dark, and the voices of adults calling the baby to go home for dinner sounded outside. The children said goodbye to the boy and ran away in a hurry.

But one big and one small two did not leave, both were boys, the older one looked about five or six years old, the younger one was no more than three years old, neither of them got the candied fruit.

The small mouth is stupid, and he can't speak yet, just looking at the boy with tears in his eyes.

The boy touched his head, "Does Lele want to eat too?"

"Yes." Xiao Lele threw herself into the boy's arms and sniffed.

The boy conjured up another bag of candied fruit out of nowhere, looked at the bigger one, and said, "There's only one bag left, Ah Ming, can you give it to my brother?"

Amin stared at the bag of candied fruit, but said nothing.

The boy stood up and handed the candied fruit to Lele, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Lele smirked, holding the candied fruit, bouncing forward.

At this time, A Ming strode forward, snatched the candied fruit from Lele's arms, pushed him to the ground, turned and ran.

The young man frowned, leaned over to Fulele, and at the same time said in a calm and unhurried manner: "If you run out of Kumusi Temple like this today, you will never come here again."