Nightfall

In the autumn rain, Ning Que seemed to pray devotedly, but in fact calmly threatened the stone statue of Buddha on the top of Wa Mountain, but he was very clear that the Buddha was already dead, and the one who could really cure the disease was Master Qishan in Washan So the next day he took Sangsang in a black carriage and went down the mountain road to Washan.

The mountain road behind the temple is still quiet, and the trees beside the road are wet, and some traces of carriage wheels can be seen faintly on the smooth road surface.

Ning Que sat by the window, looking at the traces on the mountain road, frowning slightly, thinking that the Yulan Conference would be held in front of the Lanke Temple in a few days, even if the embassies or practitioners of various countries wanted to discuss the barrens going south Or the rumor of the invasion of the underworld should also be in the Lanke Temple. Why are there so many carriages entering Washan today?

He naturally remembered the Nanjin noble son he met at Lanke Temple early in the morning yesterday. At that time, he had already guessed the identity of the other party. Could that be His Royal Highness, but what did these people from Nanjin want to do when they entered Washan? "

The monk watching the sea appeared again under the big tree, and he bowed to the carriage with a single palm to salute, and said with a smile: "The little monk thought that the 13th Brothers would have arrived earlier."

Ning got out of the car to return the gift, and seemed to say at random: "A lot of people have already arrived?"

Said: "This is exactly what happened."

Ning Que asked: "I don't understand what this means."

Guan Hai was slightly startled, and only then did he know that Ning Que really did n’t know what his teacher meant when he opened the house. He explained carefully that every time Elder Qishan opened the house, he would choose a person who was destined to answer his confusion. Or help that person point out a certain direction in life.

It ’s not uncommon for Master Buddhism to enlighten believers. There are many such legends in the Lunar Kingdom, but in the eyes of the world, Master Qishan is not an ordinary Master Buddhism. What Lu said when he was trying to solve the problems for the fateful people turned out to be reality afterwards.

It seems that it proves that Master Qishan can predict the future, which is even more magical than the oracle of the Xiling Temple, and even some of the legendary Buddhas have the ability to respond, which naturally makes the people of the world fanatic.

After the **** case of the Lanke Temple, Master Qishan was probably the evil of heartbreaking old friend Liansheng, and he was still in the blood in front of the temple. It has been closed for years. As a matter of fact, those practitioners who participated in the Lan Lan Festival and the distinguished officials and nobles of all countries did not hesitate to choose to enter Washan to see if they had any luck to become a good man in the eyes of the master.

Ning Que knew this five characters of the elders of Lanke Temple. It has such meaning to everyone in the world. When he was about to say something, he suddenly heard the melodious bell ringing in Lanke Temple in front of the mountain.

Morning bells and evening drums are the temples in the Buddhist temple, but the bell for the morning class called this morning has already been ringed. I do n’t know why it will ring again at this time. He ca n’t help but feel surprised.

The sea monk was originally a monk in the temple. He heard more information from the bell and his expression changed slightly.

Ning Que asked, "What happened?"

Said the sea monk: "There is a distant guest, and the abbot brother declared me to meet with a bell."

Ning Que said: "Then go quickly."

The sea monk was very grateful, sincerely apologized to Ning Que, and saluted Sang Sang through the car window and left in a hurry.

Looking at the back of the young monk drifting on the mountain road, Ning Que raised his brow slightly, without saying anything. He sat on the cushion in front of the car, kicked the hips of the **** horse, and said, "Go."

Large black horse was late to catch the autumn grasshopper in the temple last night. Today, he was a little sleepy. He was kicked by Ning Que before he woke up and regained his spirits. He drove to the depths of Washan.

The sound of anxiety sounded in the sound of Sang Sang: "The people who come are definitely great people."

The person who can make the Lanke Temple ring the grand bell and let the sea-watching monk personally pick him up in front of the temple is naturally of extraordinary origin. Ning Quezao wanted to understand this, but even if he is inferior and self-pity, I have to admit a fact with a little narcissism, rejoicing and helplessness:

There is no one with a stronger background than his teachers in the world today. In short, no matter where the people who startle the bells of Ke Temple come from, they cannot be bigger than his origins.

Because of this, he was a little puzzled about the identity of the guests in front of the temple. Why did the monk watch the sea not accompany his disciple in the academy and go with each other, and he heard Sang Sang ’s worry, and made him feel funny and confused, Sang Sang Has always been a person who ignores these things, what is she worried about?

Sang Sang whispered: "Master Qishan is going out, only one person will be selected each time, answer each other ’s questions, and answer each other ’s confusion. Today, there are so many people in Washan, and there must be many big people, nor I know if the master will choose me as a fate, see me for the doctor. "

Ning Que said with a smile: "You and I have enough destiny. What is the destiny to be with the 100-year-old monk? As for the rest of you, you don't have to worry."

Sangsang pushed open the front door of the carriage, looked at his face, and said, "I was worried that I had to be like a child or into the second floor of the academy. Master, you have to grab a lot of people."

"Our identity is here, who dares to rob us? Even if there is no fear of teeth", the madman really won us, then the old monk dare not treat you? Mo said that he once asked to learn from Confucius and had some old friendships with the Academy. Even if he doesn't miss the old feelings, now we left the academy and the right temple, Hao Ranqi and Wu Tianshenhui are in his chest, with the teacher's personal letter hidden in his sleeve. It is up to the gods to kill the gods, and the Buddhas to kill the Buddhas. At that time, he wants to cure, but he still wants to cure. "

The carriage drove between the quiet mountain roads, and the sound of crushing the slightly wet road surface was very small. Ning Que was very disrespectful to Washan Mountain. It wandered between the branches and leaves of the locust trees and Be and the autumn trees for a long time.

The mountain was gentle, and the carriage was very easy to drive on the mountain road, but the distance between the two places also became slightly longer. The morning fog cleared up, and the black carriage arrived before the tiger jump stream when it floated out of the forest top in autumn. .

Huyuejian was a famous scenery of Washan, but in these years, as more and more monks choose to retreat here, the monks in the Lanke Temple have stricter management of the entry and exit of Washan. I will choose to open for a period of time. Recently these days are naturally closed, so there are no tourists next to the stream.

No visitors, does not mean there are no visitors.

There is a stone bridge on the Tiger Leaping Stream. The stone bridge is opposite the heavy autumn forest. On this side of the bridge is this huge stone ping. There is a green tree with a large leaf crown on the stone ping. There is a small stone table under the green tree .

Dozens of people have gathered under the big green tree, and those people stand or stand, talk in a low voice, or silently, from the cracks of the crowd, vaguely can see an old monk dressed in yellow monk clothes, People play.

The black carriage stopped a long way from Daqingshu ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning Que took a look at it from afar, and felt those people's soil or thick or light breath, confirmed that they are all practitioners, presumably from many Different spiritual denominations.

People around the stone table under the big green trees mostly focused on the game, and some people were talking about something politely around a young man dressed in luxury.

It was the son of Nanjin who met in Lanke Temple early in the morning yesterday. Since Ning Que guessed his identity, of course, he would not be surprised by this scene, but he only thought of the ordinary practitioners in the world who had no hope. Cultivating half a lifetime, I still have to sell my skills to the emperor's family in the end.

When he saw the familiar young girl figure in a row of emerald green bamboos tens of feet away from the big green tree, his emotions couldn't stop returning from these practitioners to himself.

It is obvious that there are many practitioners who try to approach the girl under the green bamboo, but they dare not step forward because of awe or other original regiments.

So the girl stood alone under the row of green bamboos. Lonely and strong like green bamboo.

But in the eyes of Zhan Ningque, the ground is more like those bamboos and can't help but wind.

Hasn't seen her in more than a year, she has cleared a lot.

(Emotional restlessness, thinking has been affected a bit. At this time, this chapter only comes and writes two thousand five. I am afraid that everyone will wait and wait for the first one. Then the next chapter will be more than four thousand. Write it before one hour. , This * is desperately fighting with myself.) (To be continued [This text is provided by the breaking dawn soy sauce group @ 念 你 在 零零 点]].