Since it is leaving the pavilion, there is naturally a parting, Zeng Jing comforted his wife in his arms softly, and the lady turned back from time to time, looking at the Sangsang in the pavilion, it was difficult to give up.

Sang Sang's face was still expressionless, and he looked down at the tears left by Mrs. Zeng Jing on the placket of her clothes, which quickly disappeared, and no trace could be found.

Ning Que looked at Xiongcheng in the distance, and thought silently: The world is safe and perfect, and it will live up to Chang'an and Qingqing?

On the threshing floor of a village dozens of miles south of the city, the drunkard slowly put down the wine jug in his hand, looked at a certain place, and his face showed very complicated feelings, some sentimental and some puzzled.

On the cliff of Taoshan countless miles away in the south of the city, the viewer sat in a wheelchair, looked at the blue sky outside the stone window, let out an emotional sigh, and said: "It seems that Haotian really needs our help. ”

Longqing asked, "What do we need to do?"

Guan Zhu said: "Actually, what should be done, Haotian herself knows very well, what we have to do is to prepare her for the future and welcome her arrival." ”

The gate of Chang'an City was closed, and the four fields were empty and unoccupied, looking extremely deserted, but no one knew that at this moment, there were countless pairs of eyes looking at the pavilion in the south of the city.

Sangsang knew that there were many people who were watching her, waiting for her to make a decision, but she didn't care, she was Haotian, and no matter what she did, she didn't need to explain it to humans.

The big black horse consciously pulled into the heavy black carriage.

Walking into the carriage, Ning Que found that the academy had prepared all the things he needed, took out a thing from the dark compartment, embedded it in the intersection of the runes on the car wall, and with an extremely faint clear light emerged, the rune array on the carriage wall was activated instantly, and the carriage made of steel became a book review hair on the dust.

When Sangsang walked into the carriage, he was packing his luggage - black arrow case, black iron knife, black umbrella, and black carriage, it really looked like a night world.

The black carriage drove through the straight and wide official road, past the cemetery of Yan Se and Wei Guangming, past the dry reeds that were as green as wheat seedlings in the spring, and came to the green meadows.

There is a towering mountain behind the blue meadow, there are chic and elegant buildings in front of the mountain, and there is a newly repaired stone archway in front of the building, and the sound of reading comes from the archway.

"Do you want to go back to the academy?"

Ning Que looked at the familiar scenery of the house and asked Sang Sang beside him.

Sangsang didn't speak, just shook his head.

Suddenly, the sound of reading in the classroom of the college stopped for some reason, and then two very clear and distant music sounded, and the flute and qin played in harmony, as if to welcome a distinguished guest.

Ning Que stepped out of the carriage and saw the two senior brothers Ximen and Beigong who were holding the qin and the flute, the seventh senior sister and the remaining senior brothers, Professor Huang He, and the female professor of mathematics who was still wearing a blue cloth coat today, for some reason, he felt that his eyes were a little moist.

Sang Sang sat in the carriage, quietly listening to the sound of the piano flute, I don't know how long he listened, and finally lifted the green curtain in front of the car and came to the meadow flowers and trees.

Many of the students in the academy ran out, looking at the black carriage on the meadow with curiosity and bewilderment, wondering who was the visitor?

These ordinary students in the front yard were newly recruited this year, Ning Que didn't know any of them, and no one knew him, so he said to the fourth senior brother: "I hope they can live longer." ”

In the war against the Tang Dynasty the year before last, among the previous students of the academy, whether they were in the army or in the difficult border counties, the casualties were extremely heavy, and he took Sangsang to walk in the world, and he refused to give up despite endless pain and suffering, so he naturally didn't want such a thing to happen again.

The fourth senior brother looked at him and said, "Then it's up to you, junior brother." ”

Ning Que said: "Please rest assured, senior brother, I will work hard." ”

The fourth senior brother nodded with satisfaction, and then turned to look at the mulberry in the flower tree, and the disciples of the mountain behind the academy and the teachers of the academy bowed with a long bow.

Although hostile to the Daomen, the vast majority of Tang people are still believers in Haotian, so no matter where Sang Sang comes, as long as he knows her identity, he will inevitably pay a big salute and pay homage, and he can't wait to go down to the dust.

After all, the academy is the academy, and it is a matter of course to bow to Haotian, but they will not kneel, because they have lived with her, and because Haotian is an enemy.

When the salute was performed, it was naturally impossible to play the piano**, and the music had long since stopped.

Ximen Weiyang held the guqin, and when he straightened up, his eyes had already become slightly red, he stared at the mulberry among the flowers and trees, tears finally flowed out, and said, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

Sang Sang was still expressionless and said, "I will never die." ”

At this time, the seventh senior sister had already spread the flower cloth on the meadow, and was putting the meal that everyone had already prepared on the cloth, and when she heard this, she hurriedly said: "Eat first, they will continue on the road." ”

Just like in the alleys of Linkang City in the Southern Jin Dynasty, people who have lived in the academy will always think that eating is a big thing to do, even if that day is Haotian.

Interestingly, Sang Sang also seemed to still retain the habit of living in the mountain behind the academy, although he was silent, he accepted Mu Yu's statement and walked to the flower cloth and sat down.

Ximen Weiyang wiped away the tears on his face, sat down beside her, picked up the chopsticks, and put all the vinegar-soaked cabbage she used to like to eat most into his rice bowl, and then kept sending it to his mouth, stuffing it until both cheeks bulged, and then remembered that he should chew it twice.

He chewed desperately, the vinegar-soaked greens made a crunchy sound between his teeth, I don't know if it was too sour or something else, his brows were very wrinkled, and he looked a little painful.

Sangsang was a little displeased, Ximen Weiyang was happy, where does he care that you are Haotian, you just have to think about it, you will be wiped out, anyway, you don't want to eat happy today.

The send-off meal is not a severed meal, there is no need to eat miserable, but this kind of scene, it is really impossible to eat joy, if it is not for the worry that Ning Que will be difficult to see again, how can the people in the mountains behind the academy invite Sang Sang to eat, it is very possible to invite her to eat a few knives.

The picnic among the grass and flowers was over soon, Sang Sang returned to the carriage, the onlookers gradually dispersed, Ning Que finished talking to the senior brothers and sisters, and was about to leave, but was pulled aside by the seventh senior sister Mu Yu, whispered a few words, listening to the senior sister's explanation, his brows couldn't help but wrinkle.

"In which direction?"

Walking into the carriage, he looked at the tired Sangsang and asked.

Sangsang said: "West." ”

Ning Que was silent for a moment and then said, "Why do everyone want to go west?"

Sang Sang said: "Jun Mo has already gone?"

Ning Que said: "Second Senior Brother is going to practice Buddhism, what are you going to do in the Hanging Temple?"

Sangsang did not explain.

Ning Que thought about the emotion of looking at Chang'an City from afar, and vaguely felt that in the dark, there might really be a so-called fixed number, and the world can live up to everything...... Or is it the Dharma?

The iron wheel grinded lightly against the stone path between the meadows, silently.

The black carriage headed west, as if going back in time to retrace the past.

And just when Ning Que and Sang Sang had just set off, someone had already arrived in the west.

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In the far west of the wasteland, there is an endless cliff.

The cliff went to the ground, so steep that it crossed for many miles.

In the middle of it is an incomparably deep sinkhole, and at the bottom of the sinkhole is an incomparably wide desert field.

In the middle of the field is a majestic mountain.

If this mountain is above the ground, or it is higher than Tianqi Peak, and because it is located in a sinkhole, you can only see the verdant peak when you look at it from the ground.

There are countless ancient trees on the giant peak, and there are countless yellow temples and Buddha halls hidden among the trees, and these temples and Buddha halls together are the unknowable places of Buddhism: the Hanging Temple.

The drunkard stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the giant peak in the distance, looking at the peak parallel to his vision, and was silent for a long time, and the expression on his face gradually became cold.

In terms of the time of practice, the Buddha was later than him and the butcher, but in terms of the foundation he created in the world and the state he finally reached, he was far superior to him.

As the Lord said, drunkards and butchers have cultivated **, they have cultivated to the extreme of human beings, while the Buddha has cultivated himself, and when he finally attained nirvana, he has surpassed the scope of human beings.

When the Buddha was preaching, the drunkards never came to the Hanging Temple. After the Buddha attained Nirvana, he had come to see it twice, but he never went in, just like he had never entered the Xiling Temple.

He had been a little uneasy.

At this time, looking at the yellow temple and Buddha hall among the peaks, the uneasiness in his heart became heavier and heavier, and he faintly felt that the thoughts of the Lord revealed a fact that was difficult to imagine.

A clear and distant bell suddenly rang in a temple among the huge peaks, and the bell swept through the eaves of the forest, and it took a long time to reach the wasteland next to the sinkhole and reach his ears.

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There are two roads from Chang'an City to the Western Wilderness, one is to go directly to the west, cross the Green Ridge, enter the moon wheel, and then go diagonally into the Western Wilderness, and the other road is to enter the wilderness in the north first, and then go straight to the west.

Sangsang said to go to the west, but didn't say how to go, so Ning Que chose to go north first, because there were many familiar scenery and things along this route, and he thought that she should be touched.

All the way to the north, the black carriage passed through Hebei County, straight into Minshan, passing by the road where he picked her back then, passing through the mountains and forests where the old hunter lived back then, but her expression never changed.

Ning Que was not disappointed, he believed that one day, Sangsang would be moved by the memories and let her humanity triumph over divinity and become a real human being, and at that time, he would be able to sing with her.

Of course, not singing the black pig, but reciting the song that came to kill.

Ning Que had always maintained this optimistic thought or hope, and it was not until the carriage passed through the Beishan Road crossing and came to the familiar outside of the earth city that he realized that everything had changed.

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