hometown

Often in dreams.

The clouds of your hometown, the you of your hometown;

All turned into acacia rain.

A wanderer who travels far away, wanders in the world,

Half-asleep and half-awake, confused.

Despite staying,

The indestructible, traces of time;

The unchanged hometown sound is nostalgic.

The farther we go, the longer we miss it......

Although, the footsteps of returning to his hometown are difficult to return.

But how have our hearts ever departed?

We all have a hometown, and no matter how far you go, no matter how long you go, there is always something there that we can't forget.

Maybe it's some people, or maybe it's a place......

There, there may be people waiting for us, and maybe there are people we are waiting for......

Hometown, a place that always makes people feel worried!

After Ling Xingnan said goodbye to everyone, the first place he thought of was his hometown.

Not only because of his longing for his hometown...... And the memories he couldn't erase......

It's been two years, and it's not a long time, but it's not a short time.

He won't forget how he left his hometown two years ago......

To escape, to survive...... He had to leave this familiar place.

At that time, with blood and sweat all over his body, he fled from his hometown with his life under heavy pursuit.

Frightened, embarrassed, helpless, humiliated, angry, fighting...... It is the most vivid portrayal of him at that time.

Two years later, he finally set out on his way home......

What is he going to do when he wants to go back? Ling Xingnan's heart was very clear!

Hometown, there is his thoughts, and his enemies are waiting for him!

Hometown is the place where the fallen leaves return to their roots.

However, when Ling Xingnan came back this time, it was not the case...... Because, what awaits him may be the point of no return...... It's blood and fire strife and merciless fighting!

He didn't want to, but he knew it was inevitable.

What should happen, it will happen sooner or later;

Those who want to leave can't stay if they want to;

If you want to escape, you can't avoid it in the end.

Life should be like this: go with the flow, be ready to go, do your best, and don't force it.

A secluded mountain peak, towering a lonely grave. The surrounding area is overgrown with weeds, and the pines and cypresses behind the grave dance vigorously, like monsters with teeth and claws......

A gust of mountain wind blew, gently brushing Ling Xingnan's clothes and long hair.

He stood silently in front of the tomb, unmoved for a long time. It seems that at that moment, Ling Xingnan became a sculpture.

Gradually, the mountain winds grew stronger. The sound of the wind seemed to welcome him......

Finally, he spoke his first words.

"Grandpa, I'm back......" The almost mournful tone was sad to hear.

No one answered him, but let the wind blow.

It turned out that what was buried in this grave was none other than Ling Xingye, one of the famous characters in the past, one of the 'Nebula Shuangqi'.

Looking back on the scenery of the past, I lamented that the heroes of the past are now just a piece of loess.

Man, what will happen in the future? No one can say!

Power, money, honor...... Everything is what ordinary people are pursuing.

However, as time goes by, maybe everything will be a thing of the past!

Ling Xingnan looked at his grandfather's grave quietly for a while......

Soon he knelt down and kowtowed deeply to his grandfather's tombstone.

Perhaps, these heads can be regarded as endless nostalgia for grandpa...... At this moment, his tears finally rolled out.

"Grandpa, the boy will definitely avenge you...... Grandpa, rest in peace. The sound of whimpering and sobbing echoed in a low voice on the empty mountain, adding to the sorrow.

Soon, before nightfall, Ling Xingnan left his grandfather's grave.

Finally, he stepped into the night of his hometown......

In the evening, he changed his outfit: a black robe, a hat, and treading clouds and chasing waves. As if he was dressed as a typical nightcrawler.

It's no wonder that there are a lot of people in Suining City who know Ling Xingnan. From high-ranking officials and nobles, martial arts heroes, to street vendors and jugglers...... So it's no surprise that he's dressed like this.

It's just that it's getting so late, what does Ling Xingnan want to do?

Until Ling Xingnan's figure disappeared into the night of Suining City......

Suining City West Sanli Xu, Wolong Mountain, Baotang Temple (that is, the current Guangde Temple). [Note: Guangde Temple, a Buddhist temple in central Sichuan, is located in Wolong Mountain in the west of Suining City, built in the Tang Dynasty (around 618 AD), formerly known as Shifo Temple, renamed Baotang Temple in the second year of the Great Calendar (767), renamed "Chanlin Temple" in the thirteenth year of the Great Calendar (778), and named Sian Chay Temple in the early years of the construction of Dezong (780). Therefore, in this book, in order to conform to the historical plot, it is temporarily called Baotang Temple.

Ling Xingnan came to the outside of Baotang Temple, he saw that the temple was brightly lit, the candlelight reflected the sky, and from time to time there were bursts of chanting and chanting Buddha. He stood silently in the woods outside the gate of Baotang Temple, listening to the scriptures......

At this moment, his heart was also much calmer.

Since he returned to his hometown and went to his grandfather's grave to pay respects, his heart has been disturbed.

Anger, hatred...... Gradually, it enveloped his heart.

However, when he came to the outside of Baotang Temple and listened to the Buddhist scriptures of the monks, the turmoil in his heart began to calm down a lot.

Ling Xingnan looked at the closed temple gate from afar, and looked at the three words "Baotang Temple" reflected under the pair of orange and yellow lanterns in front of the temple gate, and he hesitated. Because, he knew that once he knocked on the door of Baotang Temple, the news of his return would spread in Suining City in less than half an hour......

After all, the hundreds of monks and miscellaneous servants in Baotang Temple will eventually spread the news of his return.

However, he has come here, can he still retreat?

In addition, the purpose of Ling Xingnan's trip was, of course, to go to Baotang Temple to find the Master of Thin Air. did what Jing Xian entrusted with his deathbed, and more importantly, he went to find it out of thin air because......

Perhaps, only a master out of thin air could have the means to fuse and dissolve the chaotic and domineering several true qi in his body. lest every time he exerts his true qi, those several true qi will collide with each other again, making him miserable......

Thinking of this, after a short hesitation, Ling Xingnan straightened up and was about to walk towards the gate of Baotang Temple......

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps on the bluestone long road outside the Baotang Temple.

Soon, sure enough, there were more than a dozen people rushing to the gate of Baotang Temple. These people, all dressed in white, carried a four-foot Qingfeng treasure knife with a clear color, and the scabbard was engraved with eye-catching star and cloud marks......

As soon as Ling Xingnan saw these people, he suddenly became excited. It turned out that these people who came were the disciples of Nebula Villa.

Two of the four elders came, five of the nine major disciples, and the rest of the ordinary disciples were those whom Ling Xingnan knew and those who did not know......

Walking in the front are the two elders of 'Cloud Turning Hand' Xiong Yunfei and 'Sleeve Qiankun' Yunxiao, and the nine disciples behind are naturally the eldest disciple Sima Yuntian, the fourth disciple Shang Tianpeng, the fifth disciple Huang Feiyong, the sixth disciple Zhuge Qingfeng, and the seventh disciple Lu Xiaoduan.

Ling Xingnan looked at these people, as if he remembered the past again...... The nine disciples have been practicing martial arts together since they were children, and the four elders have not given them less guidance on their homework and martial arts. At that time, they all respected each other like guests and were like a family, but now, there was an irreparable rift between Ling Xingnan and them, and it was impossible for time to go back to the past......

However, Ling Xingnan did not hate them in his heart, because he knew that the culprits were not them, and they were only deceived by the conspiracy of traitors.

At this moment, Xiong Yunfei, who was at the forefront, knocked on the gate of Baotang Temple.

Soon, the door creaked open. From inside, two gray-clothed monks came out with a cower, both of whom were holding short sticks with eyebrows, obviously full of wariness.

As soon as the monk saw that it was someone from Xingyun Villa, he immediately relaxed his heart, and his whole body was much more relaxed.

One of the monks in front of him really clasped his palm together and greeted him with a smile: "It turned out that the benefactors of Xingyun Mountain Villa are coming, please come in, please come in...... My abbot has been waiting for a long time. ”

After speaking, another monk had opened the half-hidden temple door to lead the way. Everyone in Xingyue Mountain Villa walked towards the temple under the leadership of Xiong Yunfei and Yunxiao......

When all these people entered the Baotang Temple, the gate was closed with a bang.

Seeing this, Ling Xingnan's heart couldn't help but be shocked. He pondered: "Could it be that the people of Nebula Villa have already known that I am back?" and want to wait for me to arrive in the temple in advance......

After two years of wandering life, Ling Xingnan is no longer the scheming teenager he was back then.

As the wheels of time leave traces on our faces, our minds are maturing, our minds are sound, and our ability to understand and distinguish things is constantly strengthened.

Therefore, Ling Xingnan did not knock on the door of Baotang Temple violently, he was also waiting, waiting quietly in the woods...... He wanted to see what kind of medicine these people were selling in their gourds, and it was definitely not easy for Nebula Villa to dispatch more than half of the manpower to deal with the people and things!

The wind was cold and the night was dark.

Ling Xingnan is still waiting...... Wait for an opportunity, wait for an opportunity to change from passive to active.

Many times, the contest between people is actually a confrontation between patience and spirit.

Ling Xingnan simply jumped onto a big tree, he leaned on the fork of the big tree, and looked through the dense leaves into the walls of the Baotang Temple. He found that everything in the temple was calm and normal, and Fu could not see through it as clearly as the night, and he could not detect the slightest clue. However, the more this is the case, the more clear Ling Xingnan's heart becomes, the murderous intent lurking under the calm......

The bright moon gradually rose into the sky, and finally arrived in the middle of the night.

A gust of wind, mixed with a faint strange feeling, woke up Ling Xingnan, who was huddled in a tree and half asleep.

Today's Ling Xing man is not what he used to be, and there is a slight change within ten zhang of his body, how can he not know?

Ling Xingnan immediately came to his senses, he held his breath and closed every pore on his body. He was careful to keep his body as immobile as he could, as if he were part of the tree.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for five uninvited guests like Ling Xingnan to come to the woods......

These five people are like five ghosts.

Coming and going is like a gust of wind, red and black, white and blue...... As they floated under the big tree that Ling Xingnan was reclining, Ling Xingnan felt a strong evil aura rushing by......

This feeling is not unfamiliar. He seems to have seen the general ...... somewhere

The floating figures of the five ghostly figures stopped in front of the gate of the Baotang Temple......

Suddenly, I saw the ghost in the center wearing a red robe flying with his palms, and two red lights appeared in his palms, and he crashed straight towards the gate of Baotang Temple......

Shocked by the loud bang, the gate of Baotang Temple was smashed by the energy of the red-robed ghost's palms.

But with this skill, Ling Xingnan hid in the tree and saw it with his own eyes, and he was not shocked.

The door was broken, and the uninvited guest was really like the embodiment of a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he floated into the Baotang Temple......

It seems that these ghosts are really extraordinary, and they dare to openly break into the pure place of Buddhism. Could it be that they (they) are really not afraid of the majesty of the Buddha's Dharma? Are they really not afraid of the magic power of the Buddha?

In addition, the gate of Baotang Temple was smashed to pieces, which naturally alarmed the monks of the whole temple...... Under the cover of the night, there was a lot of noise, and hundreds of monks with weapons such as long sticks, ring knives, and crescent shovels rushed out of the Baotang Temple from all corners and corridors. These monks formed a semi-solitary formation, and only five ghostly uninvited guests were surrounded.

The five ghosts slowly approached the monks, and they didn't seem to pay attention to the hundred and ten monks......

"Call your abbot out quickly...... Do you want to be a turtle with a shrunken head?" said the red-robed ghost in the center, coldly.

The voice was cold and unusual, revealing a trace of coldness.

When the monks heard this, most of them felt a trembling feeling, as if a gust of wind was blowing on the back of their necks.

I don't know which bold monk it is, maybe because of the large number of people, right? roared, "Where is the demon, dare to break into the temple at night, brothers...... Go up together, take them and go to the abbot......"

When all the monks heard this, they immediately became bold. The monk in front was immediately squeezed up by the monk in the back, and even if there were a few timid and scared people, they had to rush up......

In this way, the scene boiled. One hundred and ten monks of the Baotang Temple flocked to five ghostly figures.

Perhaps, these monks are thinking: Fuck, there are so many of us (monks)! Even if you are crushed, you five monsters, people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts!