The temple is far away in the southeast, the road is far away, and no one wants to make the time too tight, so although it is said that the time of the Yu Lan Festival is in the autumn, most of the tourists and envoys who are ready to participate in the grand event in the Tang Kingdom have set off a certain time in advance, choosing to set off around these days in early summer.

The academy was the first place to receive the invitation from the Rotten Ke Temple, and sent Ning Que as a representative, and of course Sangsang, who had recovered, also followed him, and the time of their departure was today.

Except for the senior brother who has to travel with his master, the disciples of the mountain behind the academy rarely appear in the world, and these idiots will only feel happy if they stick to their own world, and for them, the mountain behind them is big enough, and they don't need to go to the red dust to mess with anything wrong.

It was based on this concept that they were not only not envious of their little junior brothers who needed to enter the world to practice, but were very sympathetic, so when Ning Que set off, just like when he went to the wasteland two years ago, all the senior brothers and sisters came to see him off and gave him small gifts of comfort.

The fourth senior brother and the sixth senior brother often designed and manufactured good things for Ning Que, so this time they didn't send anything special, just an inconspicuous box, the ninth senior brother Beigong and the tenth senior brother Ximen were still the least particular, standing by the lake and playing a parting song as a gift.

Listening to the sad sound of the flute and the piano, Ning Que snatched back half of the yellow essence from the mouth of the big black horse, looked at the two senior brothers who were dancing from their eyebrows, and said angrily: "Is this a send-off or a funeral? Can you not be so unreliable?"

The big black horse was also very annoyed at this time, but no one paid attention to it, the big white goose was swimming slowly in the mirror lake, and the little white wolf was half-squatting on Tang Xiaotang's lap, listening to her and Sang Sangman's reluctant conversation, slightly leaning towards the wolf's head, as if he understood or not.

After a bleak song, Beigong Weiyang stepped forward, took out a thin stack of paper from his arms, handed it over reluctantly, and said: "Little junior brother, this is the Baling Sanqu piano score that the world thought had been lost, it is extremely precious, you can't send it to Senior Brother Unreliable." ”

Ning Que thought to himself what he was going to do with a piano score? Tang Xiaotang, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect, now called himself Uncle Junior, could he still meet a holy aunt on the journey? But he thought that if this piano score was really precious, it should be able to sell for a lot of silver, so he took it without hesitation.

"Isn't the piano score a score? Reliable and reliable, you know what to mean by relying on words? Relying is the term of chess, so the word reliable is a chess score. ”

The fifth senior brother proudly walked among the crowd, bringing an endless sour smell, and he didn't know how many days he hadn't taken a bath, the seventh senior sister couldn't help frowning and nagging a few words, but he didn't care.

"Rotten Ke Temple is not a Longtan Tiger's Den, where is it worth blowing such a sad tune, it is tragic and ridiculous, but the broken temple is named after the allusion of the chess world, and the monks in the temple are really not bad at the ability to be on the chessboard. ”

The fifth senior brother, who has always ignored the world, looked at Ning Que with an unprecedented resolute and affirmative expression and said: "I and the eighth brother have devoted themselves to penance in the academy, and we have let those monks get lucky to get a big name. ”

As soon as the words fell, the eighth senior brother walked over with a thick pile of chess games, looked at Ning Que and earnestly asked: "Little junior brother, you see that we have watched dozens of games of chess, even if you are stupid, you want to come to the realm much higher than those monks, but you are too lazy on weekdays, so the basic skills are not good, this is a chess game carefully compiled by the two senior brothers, you might as well play more music and practice on the way......"

Ning Que was already stupid, thinking where is this?

At this moment, the fifth senior brother snatched the chess games from the eighth senior brother's arms, and rebuked them sharply: "Stupid! What is the use of these chess games for the little junior brother?"

Ning Que was overjoyed, nodded again and again, and said, "Yes, yes." ”

However, he didn't expect that the fifth senior brother turned around and stuffed the thick pile of chess games to Sang Sang.

"Sangsang's understanding in chess is far better than that of the junior brother. ”

The fifth senior brother looked at Sang Sang and Yan Yue and said, "Sang Sang, the important task of maintaining the academy's chess path is the first in the world...... I'll leave it to you. ”

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The academy is in the southern suburbs of Chang'an City, so there is no need to worry about the city gate being closed, so in order to escape the heat, Ning Que and Sang Sang did not set off until the sun was setting west and night was approaching.

Watching the black carriage gradually disappear into the clouds and mist on the mountainside, the second senior brother's brows furrowed slightly, and he always felt that today's atmosphere was a little weird, hiding something that he couldn't see clearly.

The elder brother watched the black carriage leave, and after a moment of silence turned to leave, the twilight shone on his old cotton jacket, and some dust could be faintly seen, as if the cotton sleeves were trembling slightly.

The second senior brother looked back at the back of the senior brother on the mountain road, his heart moved slightly, and he chased after him.

The senior brother walked very slowly, but for some reason, it was difficult for him to catch up.

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When the elder brother walks to the grass house, the sunset will be extinguished.

Night covered the valley, and stars appeared one after another above the black canopy.

The Master stood outside the cottage, half-bent over, squinting one eye, looking at a cylindrical iron object, not knowing what was in the iron tube.

The senior brother walked up behind the master and asked, "Teacher, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the stars...... Well, it should be said that stargazing, which is more elegant. ”

The master motioned for him to come and take a look, and said, "This is the sixth and thirteenth years of filial piety to me, and they have given me the name of the starscope, but I tried it before, and the star is still the same star, but it can magnify the scenery in the distance and pull it closer, and I might as well see the telescope." ”

The elder brother put his eyes in front of the iron cylinder and looked at it, and found that it was true that as the teacher said, the stars in the field of vision of the iron cylinder had not become larger, but if you looked at the mountains under the starlight in the distance, it would appear much clearer and magnified.

"It's really an interesting thing, and the little junior brother knows so many things. ”

He smiled, but his smile looked a little worried.

The master looked at the stars in the night dome above his head and said: "There may be people in the world who are born to know, but there are no people who know everything, no matter how many things your little junior brother knows, there are always many things that I don't understand, and I am the same, according to legend, the seven heavenly books are the incarnation of Haotian's will, when I was a scholar in a green shirt like you, I could understand the remaining six volumes, and now I am dying, but I still can't understand the words left by the monk on the Ming scroll. ”

Senior Brother said sincerely: "The disciple can't understand either. ”

"Nonsense, if the teacher can't understand it, how can you see it. ”

The master looked at him and smiled and said, "But since you can't understand it, then don't worry about it day and night." ”

The senior brother said: "For such a reason, I have to worry. ”

The master looked at him sternly and said, "If this is a story, no one knows how to develop it, you don't know me, I don't know the world, then why do you think the story will end like that?"

Everyone in the mountain behind the academy knows that no matter how cute Chen Pipi is, no matter how Ning Que gags, the teacher's favorite apprentice is always the senior brother, and the teacher rarely criticizes the senior brother, and such a harsh reprimand like this time has almost never appeared.

The senior brother was silent for a long time and said, "If there is no tomorrow to worry, there will be today's sorrow." ”

The Master said, "Let anyone be worried about today, not for tomorrow." ”

The senior brother said: "If the teacher is not worried about the future of the world, why should he let the little junior brother go to the Rotten Ke Temple?"

The master looked at the mountains and forests shrouded in Yinhui, listened to the faint sound of the waterfall in the distance, and said: "The night your little junior brother killed Xiahou, I found out that the problem in the body of the girl Sangsang was even stricter than I imagined. ”

The senior brother said gloomily: "What if the disease can't be cured?"

The master turned to look at him and said, "If the disease is not cured, your junior brother will be very sad, so even if there is only a glimmer of hope, you have to work a hundred times harder, and besides, she should not have been sick in the first place." ”

"Where's the Daomen?"

Senior Brother said: "Sangsang is the successor of the Bright Divine Seat of the Xiling Temple, if the Daomen knew that she was seriously ill, they would definitely be worried, they should have their own methods to cure the disease and save people." ”

The master looked at his favorite disciple, suddenly sneered slightly, and said, "Cure the sick and save people...... If the Taoist Sect can heal the sick and save people, why should I be so distressed now? Sometimes I think that when we go to heal the sick and save others, maybe we are only curing our own diseases, but we are saving ourselves. ”

The elder brother was thoughtful.

The master said with a stern expression: "You love everyone in the world, so you can't love only one person, and your little junior brother is different, he doesn't love anyone in the world, he only loves one person, so after killing Xiahou, he will be happy in this life, no one knows where he can go in the future, and you have to bear the pain of struggling to make a choice, if you can't see through this pain, then your income must be limited." ”

There was silence.

After a long time, a clean and gentle smile appeared on the senior brother's face again, and he said, "Teacher, I am willing to be anxious like this all the time, because I am not anxious anymore. ”

The Master looked at him and said, "I was wrong, your love for the world does not involve any edification and stereotypes, but is purely out of your heart, so how can you limit your future?"

"It's a teacher, it's always the weeds that sway on the wall, always want to move with the wind, but now I don't know where the wind comes from, I don't know what your little brother will meet, but I believe that if you don't walk, then you won't encounter anything, as long as you walk then you will always meet the future, and when he meets is the day we meet the real future, we will think about how to do it. ”

The master said with emotion: "It's a pity that the guy who has to scold me for three days and three nights for a bowl of braised pork...... It's already dead, otherwise I'd love to ask what he'd do. ”

I don't know when, the second senior brother came to the grass house, and stood quietly beside him, listening to the conversation between the teacher and the senior brother, but never spoke, until at this time, he finally couldn't help but say: "Teacher, although I can't understand what you and the senior brother are saying, I think I can guess what the little uncle will do." ”

The master's expression was slightly different, and he stroked his beard and asked, "What will your little uncle do?"

The second senior brother said as a matter of course: "Fight." ”

The master found that these disciples were becoming more and more like himself, and they took everything for granted, but where was the reason?

The second senior brother was also very confused, and after a while, Yan said, "No matter who it is." ”

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(I'll be traveling to say hello to everyone.) ）