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> Volume III Eventful Autumn Chapter 58 Whispers in Front of the Temple

The hand in the car window only appeared in Ning Que's sight for a very short time, but it was enough for him to see some characteristics of the hand: long and stable fingers, soft and wide palms, and those thin Thin cocoon.

This is a hand very suitable for holding a sword, and those thin cocoons also seem to prove that this hand often holds the hilt. Ordinary sword masters in the practice world all use flying swords, with the exception of one sect. Coincidentally, that famous sect is located in the Southern Jin Dynasty, which is the sword pavilion created by Jian Sheng Liu Bai.

Because of these inferences, Ning Que vaguely guessed the origin of the hand, so the look on his face seemed extremely regretful, but in fact he was secretly vigilant.

There was a voice in the luxurious carriage, presumably from the owner of that hand, the voice of this person was calm and gentle, on behalf of the young son, expressing his apology to Ning Que.

Hearing the other person ’s apology, and appreciating the calm meaning in the man ’s voice, Ning Que ’s expression remained unchanged, but he was a little shocked in his heart. Although he guessed that the other party was a Jiangge person, he did not expect that the other party was actually a strong man who knew his life. However, what is more difficult for him to understand is that a man who knows his destiny is so weak.

The Jiangge strongman in the carriage apologized with a sincere attitude and a gentle tone. Ning Que felt the kindness and sincerity that the other party wanted to convey, especially after confirming the identity of the strongman who knew the other's destiny. In a very short time, it has increased many times.

In the Lanke Ancient Temple, the sick Sang Sang needs the treatment of the Buddhist monks. Ning Que did not think about making things uncontrollable. Seeing the other party apologizing so sincerely, he waved his hand and waved away.

The carriage was quiet for a moment, and the sincere and kind voice of the Jiangge strongman sounded again: "My son is really rude, but since your friend comes to the Buddha, it is also a good thing to be more distracted."

Although this admonishment is also of good faith, it is difficult to show a little teaching in self-control. Ning Que thought, after all, that man is a strong man who knew his destiny, but he was not surprised that the other party said something in his sentence, shaking his head and saying, "You worshipped Haotian in the Southern Jin Dynasty, but you came to worship Buddha, and the Buddha is not necessarily How happy I am, too. I never worshiped Buddha when there were no problems before. Now I come to worship again when there is a problem. No matter how pious and polite, the Buddha may not believe me. In that case, why care about attitude. "

The strong Jiange sighed in the car. It seemed a bit regretful to hear that Ning Que would answer this. After saying goodbye, several carriages slowly walked towards the east side of the palace.

The Lan Festival is a great event in the world. I do n’t know how many big people will gather at the Lanke Temple this autumn. Especially a few days later, if you walk casually, you may encounter a famous big person in the spiritual world, so Ning Que does not have this chance encounter. Too concerned, even if he had guessed the young man's true identity at this time.

The autumn rain was rushing and landed on the umbrella surface of the **** umbrella. Although the two did not penetrate the umbrella surface to wet the two, the temperature in the temple became lower and lower. Ning lacked holding Sang Sang's hand and prepared to return to the other courtyard rest.

Before leaving, he glanced at the top of Wa Mountain in the distance.

The Buddha statue looked at the world under the mountain quietly, and his face wet by the rain seemed to be more compassionate and compassionate, as if to sympathize with the world trapped in the net of birth, disease and death.

"If you are really like Buddha said, there is a so-called cause-effect cycle in the world, then I have done a lot of evil in my life, I would have received no good rewards, but I have been very careful not to let Sang Sang's hands get too much blood, I I really tried my best, so even if there is a retribution, it can only be retributed to me, not to her. '

Ning Que looked at the Buddha statue in autumn rain and prayed silently.

"If you insist on angering her because of my evil deeds and even letting her leave, I will destroy your biggest stone statue in the world, burn the Lanke Temple and the Lunar Seventy-two Temple, kill all the monks in the world, and destroy them. Your Buddhism is full. "

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Several luxurious carriages from Nanjin parked quietly in front of a side hall of Lanke Temple. Several middle-aged men with sharp eyes looked indifferently around them, protecting the master in the hall, and several attendants. The official looks like a shelter under the corridor in front of the temple, but does not enter the temple.

The Buddhist temple in the rain is becoming darker and darker. There are more than ten statues of Venerable Stones enshrined in the temple, exuding a touch of cold light. These statues of the Venerables are either laughing or sad, bare hands in the air, or even together or spread. Open, the movements are different, exuding a very beautiful beauty and solemnity.

A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi stopped and watched in front of these statues. His hands behind him were slender and stable. It was the strong man in the sword pavilion who had made a noise in the previous car.

Looking at these statues of the Venerable Stone, he said with emotion: "The Lanke Temple, the Moon Pagoda Temple, and the Wanyan Pagoda Temple in Chang'an City are all dedicated to these statues of Venerable Stone. I can see the true meaning of the Buddha's handprint from these stone statues. Unfortunately, I can only feel the existence of those wisdoms, but I can't understand it. "

The temple was quiet, and the former Nan Jingui son who had reprimanded Ning Que had a very ugly face. Although he was not good to say anything to this strong swordsman, he could not control his emotions, and was very dissatisfied with the person who had replaced himself. Xiang Ningque apologized and made herself feel very humiliated.

The middle-aged man looked at your son's gloomy face, sighed in his heart, and slowly exhorted: "Hidden dragons and lying tigers in the practice world, not to mention the Lan Ke Temple held the Lan Lan Festival. Those strange people who rarely set foot on the earth may even It will appear, although I am not afraid of Nanjin, why should I cause these troubles? "

As the nobleman visited the Lanke Temple, there was also an old man with gray hair. The old man's physique should be just an ordinary person, with a strange chessboard under his arm, and the expression on his face was very arrogant.

This old man is a South Jin country player and has the title of chess sage. This life has few defeats on the chessboard and has no barriers to entry and exit. Therefore, he has developed a proud temperament, thinking about the identity of the son. He was also afraid of troubles, and said unpleasantly: "Mr. Cheng is the younger brother of Master Jiansheng, are he still afraid of these little troubles? And I heard that the accent of the young man with a black umbrella was actually Tang, and that should not be avoided. . "

The young noble boy thought that was the reason. Looking at the middle-aged man, he wanted to hear his explanation.

The middle-aged man ’s surname Cheng Mingzi Qing is one of the strongest people in Jiange who knows his destiny. Naturally, he does not care about the attitude of the old man. Even if he does n’t see the young man ’s vision, he explains indifferently: There is great grace. If you really get the right and wrong in the Lanke Temple, neither your brother nor your majesty will be happy. "

His Majesty was naturally His Majesty the Emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and his brother was naturally the Sword Saint Liu Bai. At this time, Cheng Ziqing invited these two mountains, and the temple immediately replied quietly, and no one dared to object.

Cheng Ziqing walked out of the side hall and looked for a young Nanjin official who was sheltering from the rain. He gestured to follow him to a secluded place, looked at the young official ’s pale face, and asked, “Yes. he?"

The young official named Xie Mingyun was the very famous son of Xie Sanjin in the academy of the Jin Dynasty. Later, in the exam on the second floor of the academy, as Ning Que finally succeeded in reaching the top, the son Xie Sankun left. The academy returned to Nan Jin. With its reputation as a young man exploring flowers, it didn't take long for it to have its place in the court of the Nan Jin Dynasty. This year, it was appointed by the Emperor of Jin Jin as a close relative of the Crown Prince.

Hearing Cheng Ziqing's question, Xie Chengyun nodded with a complex expression.

Cheng Ziqing was silent.

In fact, when he saw the **** umbrella and the young men and women under the umbrella, he vaguely guessed the identity of the other party. When the young man showed an indifferent attitude towards Buddhism, he knew his guess. Realize it and understand that it was the right choice to apologize instead of your Highness.

If you let your Highness know who the young man is under the **** umbrella, he will definitely not be willing to give up. Today, the Lanke Temple will inevitably cause trouble, and even if he has entered the realm of knowledge, he is not willing to dispute with the young man. He Although he is not afraid of the other party, he does not want to offend the other party and the powerful and invincible teacher behind him.

Cheng Ziqing thought for a moment, looked at him and said, "Tomorrow Qishan will open the gate, Ning Que will inevitably appear, so you have to stare at His Royal Highness, even if His Majesty knows Ning Que's identity, you can't make him angry."

Xie Chengyun understood what Cheng Ziqing was worried about, and he responded after a little hesitation.

It's just that he has been a royal official for half a year. He knows what kind of temperament he will assist his royal prince all his life. He naturally knows how difficult it is to keep his lord unripe.

Suddenly he thought of a certain possibility, looking at Cheng Ziqing's face, forcing up his courage, and whispering, "I heard that Jian Sheng's brother was blinded by that man?"

Cheng Ziqing's eyes became colder and he looked at Xie Chengyun coldly and said, "I know you used to be a classmate with that man in the college for a while, and I know that for you My classmates have now climbed to the top of the world, and it ’s a painful thing to throw yourself far behind invisible places. However, in the face of this situation, you either diligently improve your cultivation for the realm, or simply give up with That person ’s comparative thoughts, any other means, except for making you more painful, have no meaning. "

"I don't want to think about killing people with swords, let alone killing people with swords from the sword pavilion."

Cheng Zhiqing thought about the head in the ancient pool of the sword pavilion, his eyes were blind and had been practicing hard in the dark room all day, the same door ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ said coldly: "Because the thing I hate most about the sword pavilion is that others are Borrow a sword. "

What he said here was that the former ruling grand priest of the Xiling Temple, through ruling the important person buried in the sword pavilion, lent the sword of Chao Xiaoshu to Liu Yiqing, trying to provoke the war between the sword pavilion and the academy.

The end of the incident was that Liu Yiqing was blinded by Ning Que with a knife, and was sent back to Jiange after a few months, and Jian Sheng Liu Bai drew a paper sword to Ye Hongyu, and the former ruling priest was killed in ink. On top of Jade.

Xie Chengyun only knew that the younger brother of Jian Sheng and Ning Que had a war that shocked Changan at the side entrance of the academy, but he did not know the secrets of the practice world hidden behind this matter.

He suddenly felt that Mr. Cheng's eyes had changed into the two sharpest swords, his eyes hurt sharply, his head bowed in fear and pain, and he dared not say anything more.

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(Run desperately, finally hurried back home in the afternoon, and then work hard. Today, three more, this is the first chapter, there are two chapters, continue to write, the next chapter strives to come out before 9:30.)