Upon hearing this, Monk Ruoli nodded, and then asked: "When I return to Yinchuan City, do you want me to go to Elder Ouyang and ask you for an iron plaque to enter the ruins?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied calmly: "No, no matter it is the Snowfield Holy Land or Tianyun Mountain, I don't want to be involved in any kind of cause and effect. I don't want either good or bad."

When Monk Ruoli heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and said: "Compared with you, all my years of practicing Buddhism have been in vain."

After eating a piece of meat and drinking two glasses of wine, Monk Ruoli slapped his thigh and seemed to have made a strong determination. He looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Forget it, let Monk Ruoli die in Yunshan that day."

"How do you say this?" Li Xiuyuan took a sip of wine, looked at him and laughed.

"From today onwards, I will be the one who frees you and saves lives once, how about Monk Buli?" Monk Ruoli stretched out his only left hand, touched his bald head and said with a smile.

With an oil lamp in front of the table, Li Xiuyuan looked at Monk Ruoli, who was pale due to serious injuries, but still compassionate, with a trace of misunderstanding in his eyes.

He murmured: "If you keep aloof from the Dharma, it will be difficult to reach the other shore. I didn't expect that you would have an epiphany tonight, but you would understand that if you don't give up and devote yourself to the Buddha, one day...

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"How?" Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Monk Buli, whose name had been changed, looked at him and asked nervously.

"If one day..." Li Xiudi smiled faintly: "You will be the Buddha walking in the world."

After saying this, a faint Buddha's light shone behind the two of them. Monk Buli, who had died once, was stunned, and he was also stunned by the young man wearing the mask.

Monk Buli pointed to the Tongtian River where Taotao went west, and said with a smile: "It is said that the end of the Tongtian River is the East China Sea. Today, the monk fled all the way in panic, but it reminded me of a sad sentence."

After saying that, he poured a glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and said with a smile: "It's a little sour, please help me think about it... The spring sky is full of panic in the East China Sea..."

"I think this is the portrait of me at the moment, monk, don't you think so?" After saying this, the monk Buli poured another full amount of spiritual wine into the cup.

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but high-five him. After thinking about it, he looked at the new moon in the sky and couldn't help but replied: "I don't think so."

"Oh, please speak." At this time, Monk Buli was already eighty percent drunk, as if he was about to fall drunk at the table the next moment.

Li Xiuyuan pointed to the sky and said: "On a spring day, the blue sky enters the East China Sea with panic, while on a moonlit night, the world of mortals is calm and intoxicated."

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Chapter completed!