In the autumn rain, Ning Que seemed to pray sincerely, but in fact he calmly threatened the stone statue of the Buddha on the top of the mountain, but he actually knew very well that the Buddha had already died, and the one who could really cure the disease was Master Qishan in the mountain, so the next day he took Sangsang in a black carriage and went down the mountain road to the mountain.

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

Ning Que sat by the window, looking at the traces of the Dao on the mountain road, his brows furrowed slightly, thinking that the Yulan Conference would only be held in front of the Rotten Ke Temple in a few days, even if the envoys or cultivators of various countries wanted to discuss the rumors of the desolate people going south or the invasion of the underworld in advance, it should be in the Rotten Ke Temple, why would so many carriages enter Washan today?

It was natural for him to see the old man in the third volume of the eventful autumn Chapter 59 Takeshita remembered the noble prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty who he met in the Lanke Temple yesterday morning, and at that time he had already guessed the identity of the other party, and he was able to let a strong man of the Sword Pavilion Know the Destiny Realm to accompany him, except for the Emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty, he could only be His Royal Highness the Prince, but what did these Southern Jin Dynasty people want to do when they entered Washan?" The monk who watched the sea appeared under the big locust tree again, saluted the carriage with one palm, and said with a smile: "The little monk thought that the thirteenth senior brother would arrive earlier. ”

Ning Que got out of the car and returned the salute, and said casually: "Could it be that many people have already arrived?"

Guanhai said: "Exactly. ”

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

Guanhai was slightly stunned, only then did he know that Ning Que really didn't know what it meant for his teacher to open a house, and seriously explained that every time Elder Qishan opened a house, he would choose a person who was destined to answer the confusion in the other party's heart, or help that person point out a certain direction in his life.

Buddhist masters enlighten believers, this kind of thing is not uncommon, there are many such legends in the country of the moon wheel, but in the eyes of the world, Master Qishan is not an ordinary Buddhist master, and decades ago, the master opened several times to solve the doubts of people who are destined to say (the fastest update) of the words, which have been proved to be a reality afterwards.

Being able to do so seems to prove that Master Qishan can predict the future, which is even more magical than the Heavenly Oracle Throne of the Xiling Temple, and even some of the almost legendary Buddha's ability to respond to requests, which naturally makes all the people in the world fanatical.

After the bloody case of the Rotten Ke Temple, Master Qishan was probably sad about the evil of his old friend Liansheng, and mourned for the blood in front of the temple, and he had been closed for many years.

Ning Que only then knew that the five words of the elder of the Rotten Ke Temple still had such a meaning for everyone in the world, and he was about to say something, when he suddenly heard the melodious bell ringing in the Rotten Ke Temple in front of the mountain.

The morning bell and dusk drum are often temples in Buddhist temples, but the bell for the morning meeting has already sounded this morning, and he can't help but be slightly surprised that it will ring again at this time.

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

Ning Que asked, "What's wrong?"

The monk said: "There are guests from afar, and the abbot and senior brother use the bell to announce that I will go to greet him. ”

Ning Que said, "Then you should hurry up." ”

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

Looking at the back of the young monk floating away on the mountain road, Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, didn't say anything, sat on the cushion in front of the car, kicked the buttocks of the big black horse, and said, "Let's go." ”

The big black horse was late in catching autumn grasshoppers in the temple last night, and he was a little sleepy today, and he was kicked by Ning Que before he woke up, cheered up, and drove to the depths of Washan with his head held high.

In the sound of the wheel, Sang Sang's somewhat worried voice sounded: "The person who came must be a big man." ”

The characters who can make the Rotten Ke Temple ring the grand bell and let the Guanhai monk personally go to the temple to pick up the characters naturally have an extraordinary background, Ning Que has long figured this out, but no matter how inferior he is, he has to admit a fact with a little narcissism, joy and helplessness: There is no one in the world who is stronger than his teacher's background, simply put, no matter where the people who startled the bell of the Rotten Ke Temple come from, it is impossible to be bigger than him.

It was precisely because of this that he was a little puzzled about the identity of the guests in front of the temple, why the Guanhai monk would not accompany him, a disciple of the academy, but to accompany the other party, and hearing that Sang Sang was worried, it made him feel funny and puzzled, Sang Sang has always been a person who ignores these things, what is she worried about?

Sang Sang said in a low voice: "Master Qishan is out of the customs, and only one person will be selected every time to answer the other party's questions and answer the other party's confusion, there are so many people in Washan today, and there must be many big people, and I don't know if the master will choose me to be a person who is destined to see a doctor for me." ”

Ning Que smiled and said, "It's enough for you to have a relationship with me, what kind of fate do you have to have with an old monk who has lived for a hundred years? As for the rest of the people, you don't have to worry." ”

Sang Sang pushed open the front door of the carriage, looked at his face, and said, "I'm just worried that you will have to rob a lot of people like when you were a child, or when you entered the second floor of the academy." ”

"Our identity is here, who dares to rob us? Even if there is a madman who is not afraid of teeth" really snatched us away, does the old monk dare not treat you? Don't say that he once asked Master Yu and had some old friendship with the academy, even if he doesn't miss the old love, now the two of us are in the right temple of the left academy, Haoran Qi and Wu Tianshenhui are in the chest, and there is a teacher's handwritten letter hidden in his sleeve, which can really be called a god blocking and killing God, and a Buddha blocking and killing Buddha. ”

The carriage drove between the quiet mountain roads, and the sound of crushing the slightly wet road surface was very small, and Ning Que was very disrespectful to Washan, floating among the branches and leaves of the locust tree and the autumn tree, and he couldn't go for a long time.

The mountain was gentle, and the carriage drove easily on the mountain road, but the distance between the two places became a little longer, and the morning fog cleared, and the black carriage reached the tiger leaping stream when the autumn sun rose out of the treetops.

Tiger Leaping Stream is a very famous scenery of Washan in those years, but over the years, as more and more old monks choose to live in seclusion here, the monks in the Rotten Ke Temple have a lot of strictness in the management of the entry and exit of Washan, and will only choose the opportunity to open for a period of time every year, and these days are naturally closed, so there are no tourists beside the stream.

Just because there are no tourists doesn't mean there aren't any visitors.

There is a stone bridge on the Tiger Leaping Stream, the opposite side of the stone bridge is a heavy autumn forest, this side of the bridge is a huge stone flat, there is a green tree with a large leaf crown area on the stone flat, and there is a small stone table under the green tree.

Dozens of people had gathered under the big green tree, and those people were standing or standing, talking in a low voice, or silent, and from the gap in the crowd, an old monk in yellow monk robes could be vaguely seen, playing against people.

The black carriage was still far away from the big green tree before stopping, Ning Que glanced at it from a distance, and sensed the thick or faint aura of those people's bodies, confirming that they were all cultivators, presumably from many different cultivation sects.

Most of the attention of the people around the stone table under the big green tree was focused on the game, and some of them were talking respectfully about a richly dressed young man.

It was the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty who he met in the Langke Temple early yesterday morning, since Ning Que guessed his identity, of course he would not be surprised by this scene, but he just thought of those ordinary cultivators in the world who had no hope of the avenue, and they had to spend half their lives in penance, and in the end they still had to sell their skills to the emperor's family, and they couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

And when he saw the familiar figure of the girl under a row of emerald green bamboos dozens of zhang away from the big green tree, his emotion could not be stopped from returning to his body from these cultivators.

It was obvious that there were many cultivators who tried to get close to the girl under the green bamboo, but they didn't dare to step forward because of awe or other original groups, so they only dared to salute from a distance.

So the girl just stood quietly under the row of green bamboos. Just like green bamboo, lonely and strong.

But in Zhan Ningque's eyes, the ground is more like those green bamboos.

I haven't seen her for more than a year, and she has lost a lot.

(Feelings are restless, the thinking has been affected a little, at this time this chapter only came to write two thousand five, I'm afraid everyone will wait, first more out, then the next chapter will be written to more than four thousand, strive to write it before one o'clock, this *** is desperate with yourself.) ）！！！