In January of the third year of the Apocalypse, heavy snow covered Philadelphia. Today's Philadelphia, whether it is the South City or the North City, is extremely depressed, and there is no New Year's bustle. Pedestrians on the streets hurried home, and government officials searched strangers in Philadelphia and searched from house to house.

The reason is the battle between Nangong Shenxiang and Feishui Bank, and the Governor's Mansion of Beiping City has issued a notice that the murderer must be investigated and punished. And after the Philadelphia government received it, they could only make a show, because the murderer that night was not at all something that an uncultivated government like them could handle, and even if they were ignorant, they knew that the strong man who had crossed the realm of knowing fate was not something they could provoke.

But the superficial work still has to be done, otherwise it will be difficult for the official master to explain to the governor of Beiping Mansion.

At this time, Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing walked on the shore of Fei Shui, looking at Fei Shui, who had already frozen on the surface,

"Thank you," Nangong Qing said softly.

"It's nothing," Zhao Feng looked at Fei Shui, and was extremely depressed in his heart, early this morning, Nangong Lie said that he wanted Nangong Qing to take him to Philadelphia for a walk, and wanted to refuse, but he couldn't resist Nangong Lie's enthusiasm and Nangong Qing's expectations, so he had to agree.

Zhao Feng looked at Nangong Qing beside him, how could he not know what Nangong Qing was thinking, but he already had someone in his heart, and it was impossible to accept it, if he said it to his face, it would definitely hurt Nangong Qing's heart, if he didn't say it, it would not be a way to drag it out like this.

Zhao Feng shook his head, thinking in his heart, "Let's find a chance to say it."

The sky was full of snow, and Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing in the wind and snow were walking on the shore of Feishui like a couple, and countless passers-by looked at Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing with envy.

The scene of the handsome man and the young man, and the elegant and elegant woman has long been painted by a painter with a brush in his hand.

"Your Highness," Nangong Qing said softly.

"En?" Zhao Feng turned his head to look at Nangong Qing's face, although Nangong Qing's face was not as beautiful as Xiao Qing's, nor as beautiful as He Qian or Zhou Xuan, but it gave people another kind of beauty, just like the only green lotus in the world, unstained with dust.

"I heard Gray Er say that your literary talent has already reached the level of a national scholar, can you make a poem for Qing'er," Nangong Qing said softly.

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then nodded, looked at Fei Shui, thought for a long time, and said.

The sky is full of snow and dust, and the shore of Feishui is frozen.

The beautiful scenery of the north city looks at the south city, and the green lotus is a little blue.

At this time, Nangong Qing looked at Zhao Feng, who was composing a poem, and after a poem, Nangong Qing still looked at Zhao Feng's face that could only be described as handsome.

Zhao Feng suddenly turned his head to look at Nangong Qing, Nangong Qing was startled and hurriedly turned around, but the red glow that suddenly rose on his face made Zhao Feng a little stunned.

Ten miles of waterfront, although it is deserted now, Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing still walked for nearly an hour, but after the poem, neither of them spoke, I don't know if it was the embarrassment just now or their own thoughts.

The snow was still falling so unscrupulously, Zhao Feng held the paper umbrella in his hand and walked towards the temple outside the city with Nangong Qing. Snow covered the whole world, the withered trees on the pipes outside the city, and the snow-covered roads gave the world a different kind of beauty.

Step by step, the two of them walked slowly towards the temple. Although the Great Song Dynasty hates the Buddha and the southern countries, it does not mean that they do not believe in the Buddha and the Qingtian Haoyang, people have faith, although the Great Song Dynasty people trust the court and the royal family the most, but they still believe in the Buddha and the Qingtian Haoyang, but they are not as crazy as the Buddha and the Nangong countries.

Two hundred years ago in the Great Song Dynasty, during the Yuezong period, the Qingtian Divine Sect recognized the special existence of the Great Song Dynasty, and the Yuezong also allowed the Qingtian Divine Sect to establish a Taoist temple in the Great Song Dynasty, but it did not have any special rights.

A hundred years ago in the Great Song Dynasty, during the Yongzong period, the Buddha launched a national war, and the whole country fought against the Great Song Dynasty, and finally failed, and had to admit the existence of the Great Song Dynasty, and at the same time, Yongzong allowed the Dalin Temple to build a temple in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty.

It was only because the Qingtian Divine Cult was developing too rapidly in the Great Song Dynasty at that time that it had to use another faith to stop the development of the Qingtian Divine Cult.

The temple outside Philadelphia is the most famous temple in the Great Song Dynasty, the history of the White Pagoda Temple can be extremely brilliant, there are three generations of abbots before and after the Dalin Temple, the White Pagoda Temple lectures, every year on the auspicious day of the Buddha, there will be a senior monk of the Dalin Temple to come to the White Pagoda Temple to give lectures.

The White Pagoda Temple is not a vast area the size of a basketball court, and the White Pagoda Temple is most famous for its white pagoda and century-old prayer tree.

At this time, the White Pagoda Temple and Philadelphia are completely different, the deserted Philadelphia supports the liveliness of the White Pagoda Temple, and countless people from inside and outside Philadelphia will come to the White Pagoda Temple to pray for the blessing of the Buddha, although the people of the Great Song Dynasty still feel that they can protect here, but no one wants this kind of good omen.

Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing entered the temple and came to the front of the main hall, looking at the majestic golden body of the Buddha in the hall, they all felt their insignificance.

In particular, Zhao Feng felt particularly strongly, as a person born in the academy and a fearless great cultivator of the Apocalypse, his own insight and feelings were extremely sharp.

"I'll go, ask for pillar incense," Nangong Qing said

Zhao Feng nodded and said, "I'll wait for you here."

Then Nangong Qing walked towards a merit box by the door of the main hall.

Zhao Feng stood at the main entrance of the main hall with an umbrella and looked at the golden body of the Buddha in the hall, the academy recorded that the Buddha and the Qingtian Divine Sect coexisted in the world, and the source was only in the one hundred years that disappeared or even more ago, whether it was Qingtian Haoyang or the Buddha, it was not a real existence, because I didn't know the history of the disappeared one hundred years ago and the history of the other time, but why did I look at the golden body of the Buddha at this time, I had a strange feeling as if I knew it, and this golden body of the Buddha was also looking at myself.

"Okay," Nangong Qing said when he appeared beside Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Nangong Qing, Nangong Qing also looked at Zhao Feng, but after a while, Nangong Qing's face appeared slightly red, and then he turned his head, Zhao Feng also realized that he was wrong, and also turned his head to sort out his mood.

"Then go in and take it," Zhao Feng said.

"En," Nangong Qing replied softly, and followed Zhao Feng's footsteps into the main hall.

The temple bursts of Buddha incense wafted in the air, like the White Pagoda Temple, like a place where immortals lived. The sound of the Buddha spread throughout the White Pagoda Temple, and the white pagoda presented an alternative beauty under the cover of snow.

Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing did not go back immediately after finishing the incense, but walked in the temple.

The snow covered in the temple has long been cleaned by the monks, leaving only the scattered falling three, three, two, two scattered on the ground. Slowly, the two of them walked to the prayer tree, the origin tree of the White Pagoda Temple is the Buddhist Bodhi tree, at this time another hundred years of history, uprooting the sky and growing extremely lush, even in this snowy winter tree still lush foliage.

It is rumored that the first abbot of Baita Temple spent great perseverance to transplant this Bodhi tree, and because of this Bodhi tree, Baita Temple was the largest temple in the Great Song Dynasty.

The linden tree is covered with countless red ropes, and the two ends of the red ropes are tied with a small piece of writing. This is all hung up by people who came to pray for marriage, Nangong Qing and Zhao Feng stood under the prayer tree and looked at the red rope full of trees.

"You wait for me," Nangong Qing said suddenly, and left

Zhao Feng glanced at the direction in which Nangong Qing left, and immediately knew why she was going.

After a long time, Nangong Qing came back, and there was still a red rope in his hand. There seemed to be something written on the small characters on both ends of the red rope, and Zhao Feng actually saw the words on the words, which were the names of him and Nangong Qing just pretending not to know. Now I don't know why I have feelings for Nangong Qing.

Nangong Qing didn't show Zhao Feng the words on the piece of paper, but just threw it lightly on the tree, and the red rope hung on the branch, Nangong Qing was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect that he would hang it up for the first time, and a happy expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Zhao Feng looked at Nangong Qing who was happy next to him and smiled, Nangong Qing turned his head just to drink, Zhao Feng's eyes were facing each other, and suddenly the red glow that had disappeared suddenly appeared on his face again.

"Let's go back," Zhao Feng said softly

Nangong Qing nodded.

The snow in the sky was still falling on the world, and a young man in a white shirt and a girl in a white shirt outside the White Pagoda Temple walked towards Philadelphia with an umbrella.

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"It's fate, it's also fate," an old monk at the gate of Baita Temple sighed softly as he looked at the two distant backs.