Nightfall

The original dark-skinned young monk, the monk of the sea, is a close disciple of Master Qishan, the elder of Lanke Temple. Now he does not have a specific function in the temple, but his rank and status are extremely high, which is more exciting than hosting me. Start

Last winter, it was Guan Guan who personally went to Chang'an City to deliver the invitation to the Lan Festival to Ning Que's hands and challenged him. Ning Que sat on the shore of Yanming Lake for half a day and finally wanted to understand certain things, Only then returned to the South Gate Road Hall to fight against it, and won the match.

Ning Que has a good impression of the monk watching the sea, because the young monk is very gentle and friendly despite his perseverance, and because the teacher once asked the teacher to learn from the Confucius, and he continues to praise and sigh, he yearns for the academy. I also have great respect for the disciples on the second floor of the college.

"It really is the site of your rotten temple. I wanted to be low-key. Don't disturb you. I quietly saw Master Qishan and left after finishing things. In the end, you still found it."

Ning Que walked out of the carriage and looked at Guanhai and said with a smile.

The monk watching the sea looked at the dusty carriage and said with a wry smile: "Where can you describe it in a low-key manner? A few days ago, I collected the temple book, knowing that you were attacked on the way ... Oh, Master Uncle, when did you come back? Broke through! "

The monk watching the sea suddenly felt what happened to Ning Que, which was very different from when he met in Chang'an City last winter. He vaguely guessed the truth and could not help but exclaim.

Ning Que said: "I said it when I was in Chang'an, so I called my brother."

The sea monk hesitated for a moment, heeded his request, and said, "Thirteen teachers ... brother, when you met last year, you were still in the territory of Dongxuan. Why did you come out of this situation in such a short time, what do you have? Adventure? "

As a disciple of Buddhism, the temperament is calm and firm, not to mention the deep view of the sea monk, but at this time. His voice was slightly trembling at this moment.

Ning Que said: "Where are there so many adventures? If you can often leave Washan and walk out of the Lanke Temple to find some people to fight a few more in the world, it is not so difficult to rise."

The sea monk looked at his eyes with envy and awe. The practitioners knew that Ning Que had not been admitted to the academy for only a few years. As a result, he has become a great practitioner who knows the realm of life. It is really shocking.

Although being watched by young Buddhist masters with such eyes, it is a wonderful enjoyment. But Ning Que now has little time and spirit to realize slowly. Said: "I wrote a letter in advance, can you read it?"

The sea monk glanced at the black carriage and said, "I have seen it. I don't know what the status of the sister-in-law is now."

Ning Que praised: "The voice of the sister-in-law is very reasonable."

Then he said with anxiety: "Please, Ye Hongyu shot to suppress the cold breath in the body, and it should not deteriorate in a short time, but the sooner this kind of thing is resolved, the better. When will I see Master Qishan ? "

The monk watching the sea was embarrassed and said, "The teacher has been quietly retreating in the mountains behind the temple all year round, but no foreigners are seen."

Ning Que looked slightly different and asked, "Isn't the Lan Lan Festival meeting to be held soon?"

The sea monk shook his head and explained: "In the past years, the teachers and teachers of the Yulan Festival were closed, and it was during these years that I practiced Dharma with my teachers and listened to the teachings quietly through the Lumen."

Listening to this, Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking if he could not see a foreigner. What is the meaning of my coming? I have made up my mind. If so, I have to force myself to see the mountain.

Just then, the monk watched the sea and said: "However, the teacher will go out for a day this time."

Ning Que was raising his eyebrows and calmed down. He looked at the sea watcher and said helplessly: "You are a monk of Washan. It is not a storyteller in Wafang of Chang'an City. Can you speak so hard?"

The sea monk smiled a little apologetically and suggested: "The day when the teacher came out of the customs is the day after tomorrow. Thirteen brothers might as well take a two-day break in the temple. Although it is incomparable with the academy. But it still has some beautiful scenery."

Ning Que thought that Sang Sang's condition was stable recently, and he was extremely greedy in the carriage. Well, if you come to the Lanke Temple from a thousand miles, you should indeed take her around, at least to see what this thousand-year-old temple looks like, especially as a disciple of the academy, who is close to Jane, and should go to the temple. Bye in front of that tomb.

"That's fine."

He thought of a question, and looked at the sea monk and asked: "Since Master Qishan has been in retreat for many years, why can this year's Yulan Festival convention alarm his old man? I know that the courts of the Central Plains countries came here to discuss the deserted people going south. In fact, each sect of spiritual practice may be for the legend of the underworld invasion. "

The monk watching the sea didn't know what to expect, and watching his eyes became a little more complicated, he said, "Perhaps it is."

Ning Que understood what the young monk was thinking at this time and asked with a smile: "It's all legendary now. I'm the son of Hades. Then you stand in front of me now. Are you afraid or not?"

The sea monk's eyes returned to peace and calm, and he smiled and said, "What is terrible?"

Ning Que saw that his expression did not seem to be hypocritical, and could not help but be puzzled and asked, "Why is this?"

The monk watching the sea bowed to the west, then straightened up and looked at him seriously and said, "Since the Master is willing to accept Brother as a disciple, how could Brother be the son of the Hades?"

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For the sake of quietness, Ning Que still did not live in the Lanke Temple courtyard, so the sea monks took them to a quiet and peaceful courtyard near the mountain forest in the north, and did not disturb the monks in the temple.

After simply eating some vegetarian food and simply talking about gossip, the monk watching the sea got up and said goodbye. Ning Que knew that although Master Qishan lived in seclusion for years, Guanhai was the future host of the Lanke Temple. Waiting for a certain period of time, he will inevitably come forward to receive other spiritual denominations, so he has not been retained.

As the twilight approached, there was a drumbeat not far away, and then the night came. The handyman in his own temple burned hot water. Ning Que served Sang Sang Hot's feet and went to bed. She changed a few sheets of paper on her body, and then lay down beside her with peace of mind.

When he woke up, the sky was bright, and the bells of the Lanke Temple passed over again. He quietly listened to the bells with rhythm but no rhythm, and seemingly dull, but quite calm, and felt a lot of peace of mind.

After having breakfast under the handyman service, Ning Que asked the **** horse to play in the forest of the other courtyard. She wore a thick fur coat on Sang Sang and took her through the iron gate to the south of the other courtyard. , Walked into the back garden of Lanke Temple.

The monks in the temple should be doing morning classes. In the backyard, there was no other movement except the birds who worked hard to get up early to survive and the insects who worked hard to get up early but unfortunately were devoured.

A faint mist filled the woods, and the main hall and several partial halls of the Lanke Temple in the distance. Faintly looming in the fog, it looks extremely solemn and beautiful, as if the kingdom of Buddha has come to earth.

Ning Que did not have much interest in these ancient temple landscapes. His eyes stayed in the Tallinn in the fog. This Tallinn consisted of dozens of stone pagodas. Such an environment makes people feel eerie and terrible, but the chanting sound from the main hall in the distance. It turned everything into peace.

Tallinn is lonely. The trails are chaotic, and walking in the middle is like walking in a maze. If this is the first visitor, it is easy to get lost, but he walks with Sang Sang. But without any hesitation, he seemed extremely familiar, as if he had been there many times.

Sang Sang raised his head and glanced at him, somewhat surprised and puzzled.

Ning Que didn't notice it. Even if he noticed it, he would think it was because he was too familiar with the back of the map he had painted before leaving. Probably not, this is because in the depths of his spiritual ocean, the remaining fragments of consciousness from Liansheng are guiding in the midst.

Walking to the northwest of Tallinn, beside a stone tower covered with moss, he saw a tomb, which was very ordinary and unremarkable. However, in the Tallinn, where the remains of the predecessors of Buddhism were enshrined in the Lanke Temple, a very ordinary tomb appeared.

Ning Que took Sang Sang's hand to the tomb and noticed some moss marks on the tomb. But it looks very clean, and someone should come to take care of it from time to time. Satisfied, the impression of the monk in the temple was a little better.

He paid a deep salute to the tomb.

This grave has no tombstones,

But he knew who was buried in the tomb.

There was a young woman buried in the tomb. At least when she died, the woman was still very young. The woman was once the best person in the world to dance and has a very simple name.

Jane smiled in the tomb.

Red sleeves simplifies everyone's sister.

The fiancee of the uncle of the Academy.

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"If she had n’t been killed by Liansheng, then she would be my aunt. Uncle Xiao might be alive now, and even had a few children with her. The youngest one would steal my younger brother. This glorious position, then compete with Chen Pipi for the most genius honor. "

Looking at the tomb, which was cleaned often, but it had been years since no one had come to worship, Ning Que smiled with a complex emotion and whispered, "There will be more ancestors in the academy, but there are many ancestors in the academy. , The teacher does n’t mind adding more.

Sang Sang squatted down and reached out to remove a fallen leaf that floated on the tomb last night. I didn't know what she thought at this time. She felt a little cold and tightened the collar of the kilt unconsciously.

Ning Que held her up in her arms, looked at the tomb in front of her, thinking about the beautiful woman in the tomb who had danced the Buddha's heart in front of the Lanke Temple. In the end, she was so miserable that she died. touch.

"Actually, as a disciple of the academy, I should hate Liansheng very much. Even if my nature is cold and I have not been harmed by Liansheng, I have inherited some of his benefits ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ As the only survivor of the **** crime in the General ’s House, why ca n’t you even hate your teacher now? ”

Sang Sang ’s teacher was Wei Guangming, the predecessor of the great priest of Guangming. Instead of lacking the first half of his life full of despair and abnormal vengeance, he had to worship the gift of this person. At this time, he said that he did not hate that person.

"Even Xiahou, I don't hate it anymore, or it's hard to think of this person." He frowned and kept thinking, murmuring, "Do I really be so cold-blooded?"

"Not because of cold blood, but because they are all dead."

Sang Sang snuggled in his arms, looked at the tomb and said: "Everything will disappear with death, hate a person like a person, even if it is strong, it will gradually forget."

Ning Que knew what she wanted to say, but he didn't want to listen.

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(There is wood today, and tomorrow I will go to Harbin to attend a friend ’s wedding, but I will keep changing, cough, maybe that ’s all? Woohoo, go on like this, I ’ll die in the next few days.) To be continued