Chang'an City in the early morning at the end of the day...... Except for those lively places...... There are many lonely places in the ring, such as the alleys that cross the city.

Ning Que and Chen Pipi walked in the narrow alley, and no one spoke for a long time. Chen Pipi glanced at him, his eyes were a little complicated, and it was difficult to describe it in words.

"Whatever you want, just ask. ”

Ning Que rubbed his slightly pale cheeks to dispel the tiredness in his body a little.

Chen Pipi shook his head.

Ning Que suddenly asked, "You don't want to know what that curtain word means?"

Chen Pipi shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Who is behind the scenes? ”

Ning Que suddenly stopped, looked up at the gray sky that had been cut into pieces by the branches of the winter tree, Chen Pipi's expression was slightly different, and he looked up at the sky with him, but he didn't see anything strange.

After Ning Que looked at the sky in silence for a long time, he suddenly laughed, looked at Chen Pipi and said, "I'm in a demon." ”

Chen Pipi didn't look at his eyes, still looking at the sky, and said sarcastically: "This joke is not funny." ”

Ning Que looked at his round face and said seriously, "You know it's not a joke. ”

"But I still think it's a joke. ”

Ning Que didn't have the slightest intention of flinching, stared at him and asked, "If this is not a joke, what are you going to do with me?"

To this day, the only people who knew that Ning Que had fallen into the Demon Dao by practicing in the Mountain Gate of the Wasteland Demon Sect were Sang Sang, and the senior brother of the academy might have faintly known about it...... But it was never identified.

In the past, Ning Que had discussed the matter of the Demon Dao with Chen Pipi once, and in that discussion, Chen Pipi unabashedly expressed his disgust and even disdain for the Demon Sect.

But Ning Que came to him under this winter sky and confessed this matter, because Chen Pipi was very good to him before he became his twelfth senior brother, and he was his closest companion in Chang'an City except for Sang Sang, and after the other party had vaguely guessed the truth, he really couldn't continue to hide this matter...... And he really wanted to know what Chen Pipi would do to him.

For this matter...... Chen Pipi's coping method is very simple, after being silent for a moment, he really can't continue to pretend to be stupid...... He began to be stunned: "I didn't hear what you said. ”

Ning Que leaned into his ear and shouted, "I'm in a demon!"

Chen Pipi was startled, and quickly took his hand to cover his mouth, and after Tao looked nervously left and right, he reprimanded: "It's not a glorious thing, you shout so loudly that you want the entire Chang'an City to hear?"

Ning Que said, "I mainly want to make sure that you can hear clearly. ”

Chen Pipi plucked out his ears...... Annoyed said: "The blood that the warrior monk spurted out of the abdomen just now entered my ears, and my ears are a little uncomfortable now, so I can't hear clearly today." ”

Ning Que walked up to him and began to tell the story of the little junior brother's enchantment.

Chen Pipi was willing to look at his lips and hand shape, his eyes were closed, and his brows were furrowed extremely sadly.

Ning Que reached out and lifted his eyelids

Chen Pipi was finally driven crazy by him, and roared like thunder: "Why do you want me to know about this! Isn't it good that if you don't say it, I don't know anything? Do you have to let me slap you to death?"

Ning Que said with a shy face: "Senior brother, where is he willing to do it." ”

The two of them stared at each other...... Then I couldn't help but laugh.

They all know in their hearts that this matter is really in the past.

Walking out of the side alley, there is a teahouse on the side of the street, and Ning is hungry and thirsty all night, and he is already exhausted...... In the instant battle with the middle-aged monk, he was seriously injured, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he saw the big teapot outside the teahouse...... Smelling the smell of snacks coming from inside, he couldn't walk anymore.

Sitting at the table on the second floor of the teahouse, Ning Que swept away all the food and tea on the table, and began to look at Chang'an City in the early morning through the window in a daze, just like he often did this day and night.

Chen Pipi learned the appearance of the senior brother, slowly picking up the screw meat with a clear spicy juice, looking at Ning Que's expression, he couldn't help but be a little worried, and secretly thought that the little junior brother's Zhihai Mo was not severely injured in the battle between Xiantao and the middle-aged monk, and was turned into a fool by the Buddha's intention in the Lotus Pure Land?

"Senior brother, can you help me do something. ”

Ning Que withdrew his gaze looking out of the window, looked at Chen Pipi and asked very seriously.

Chen Pipi was stunned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"This thing is like this...... "......"

"What art?"

That's what it means. ”

"How many and how much?"

"Three points and seven points. ”

When the two brothers of the academy were concentrating on discussing, there was a sound of footsteps in the stairwell of the teahouse, and the two of them stopped their mouths very tacitly and looked at the staircase in silence.

He Mingchi walked up with a butter paper umbrella under his arm, slightly hunched over, looking like a teacher with a ruler and a scroll in the countryside.

Two monks from the Yuelun Kingdom died mysteriously on the streets in the early morning, this matter will naturally alarm the Tang Dynasty officials, Chang'an Mansion has no clue about this matter, and I don't know who did it, but it didn't take long for the Tianshu Office to determine the situation at that time and find someone.

Ning Que invited He Mingchi to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and said, "I remember that Tang Luli has always respected the opinions of both parties as much as possible when it comes to challenging this kind of thing. ”

He Mingchi greeted Chen Pipi with some restraint, hesitated for a moment and said, "But Tang Lu has never fought a life-and-death duel before the dance, and the duel needs to be filed in the official mansion. ”

Ning Que said: "Where is this kind of thing accurate, as for the record, can I file with you at this time?"

He Mingchi said with a wry smile: "I'll go back and let me do a good job of filing this morning's duel here." ......

Ning Que toasted him with tea instead of wine, and said with a smile: "Then why are you still coming to us?"

He Mingchi put down the teacup and sighed and said, "The problem is that you are too ruthless. ”

Ning Que said calmly: "If you don't be ruthless, it's me who will die now." ”

He Mingchi held the teacup and was silent for a moment before saying, "But that middle-aged monk is not an ordinary person. ”

Ning Que and Chen Pipi were silent, they had already guessed that the middle-aged monk's origin was extraordinary...... It is very likely that he was born in the Hanging Temple, but knowing and confirming are two different things.

"Dao Shi is indeed not famous, even the Tianshu Department does not have much record of him, after he entered Chang'an a few days, if it weren't for my occasional curiosity to check some old files, and ask some news from the Yuelun Kingdom, I would probably only think that he was an unknown monk of the White Pagoda Temple. ”

He Mingchi looked at Ning Que and said, "Many years ago, the elders of Baita Temple picked an abandoned baby outside the temple...... At that time, the Heavenly Pivot felt that this matter was a little strange...... Because the White Pagoda Temple is too close to the imperial palace, the guards are strict...... It's hard for someone to put an abandoned baby in that place, and that abandoned baby is the Dao Stone. ”

"It is rumored that the Dao Shi monk is related to some nobles in the Moon Wheel Palace, and we found out that in the past few years, he has been reading scriptures and practicing Buddhism in the Hanging Temple, which also indirectly proves that everyone knows the rumors of his life experience...... Although that aunt is disgusting, her status in the Buddhist sect is extremely high, and she has always had a secret connection with the Hanging Temple. ”

"And the Taoist monk is not similar to Aunt Qu Ni Mati, although he has only returned from the Hanging Temple for a short time, he has already gained great respect in the Buddhist Gate of the Moon Wheel Country, and this morning Mr. Thirteen not only killed him, but also cut off his head...... I'm afraid that it will anger both the Moon Wheel Kingdom and the Buddha Sect. ”

Ning Que said: "I have been facing a very troublesome matter in the past two days, that matter involves the destruction of my world or rebirth, at this time, not to mention that the middle-aged monk may be the illegitimate son of Qu Ni Mati, even if the old woman Qu Ni Ma Ti came by herself...... I'm going to fuck you, too. ”

He Mingchi sighed and said, "But his senior brother is Qinian. ”

Buddhism walks all over the world, and the first big disciple of the Hanging Temple preaches the seven thoughts.

Chen Pipi was silent...... Because he had heard this name many times when he was a child, and it came from the mouth of the proud senior brother Xiling...... So he knew that the seven thoughts were very strong.

Ning Que was also silent, the reason for his silence was relatively simple, because Chen Pipi was silent, he remembered who Qi Nian was, and he also understood more specifically what level of opponent he killed Dao Shi and finally angered.

"I'm in a bad mood today. ”

Ning Que finally concluded: "If he hits me on the knife, then even if he is unlucky." ”

The streets of Chang'an.

A pair of hands held the head on the ground.

These hands are dark-skinned, once held a food bowl, once prostrate on the Buddha's Tao, once stroked the tree silently, and more often held an iron staff, walking in the world with the fluttering monk's robes.

This hand belonged to an ordinary dervish of the White Pagoda Temple.

The dervish held the head with trembling hands, knelt on the headless monk's corpse in front of the bun shop, and it took a long time to put the head and body together.

The body of the thin warrior monk had also been found, lying flat next to the body of the middle-aged monk cross-kneeling, his intestines had been stuffed back into his abdomen, and his chest had been pierced by the arrow, which looked extremely terrifying.

The dervish held an iron rod in his hand, knelt on the remains of the two monks, and slowly bowed his head.

On the street, more than a dozen ascetics from the Moon Wheel Country also knelt down and bowed their heads.

In the early winter, the wind rose from the other side of the street, blowing the monks' clothes fluttering, and the dark faces of more than ten ascetics showed their faces, and then the sad and indignant expressions gradually appeared.

The sound of chanting rose with the wind and drifted through the morning street.

Many people in Chang'an City watched from both ends of the long street, and bowed their heads as they felt something.

Snowflakes fell one after another, covering the two monks outside the shop, as if trying to cover the serum on their necks and bodies, this was the last snow in Chang'an City this winter.

For decades, the elder of the White Pagoda Temple of the Moon Wheel Kingdom pushed the door out in the morning, and saw a baby on the stone outside the temple, the elder leaned over to look at it for a long time, smiled and asked the baby where you came from, the baby's eyes were like paint, peaceful and soft, and the tender lips slightly opened and whispered that I came from, the elder was shocked, and waved the monk's sleeve to hold the baby into the temple.

The elders gave the baby boy a name stone, thinking that he had wisdom and would be a great virtue of Buddhism in the future, but as he grew older, the baby boy returned to mediocrity, and gradually became nameless, but he was often dragged by the nobles in the palace.

Daoshi monk diligent and penance, at the age of 12 he left the temple to travel, at the age of 16 he returned to the capital, in the slum in the city overlooking the Taofang Imperial City has a feeling, gradually into the lotus pure land, but still nameless.

In the following year, the Taoist monk was instructed by the nobles, and resolutely went to the wasteland to enter the Hanging Temple, and read the scriptures and practiced Buddhism under the first seat of the preaching, but his people are still unknown in the world.

Another year, the Taoist monk heard about something, Zen heart moved slightly, from the hanging temple to the moon wheel country, in the smoke and rain to travel through the four hundred and eighty temples, the reputation began to hear in the Buddha.

Since the world outside the hanging temple to the earthly Buddha Sect of the great virtue, decades ago there was Master Lotus Sheng, more than ten years Tao has the Tang Dynasty royal brother Huang Yang Master, today the Moon Wheel Kingdom finally has a Taoist master.

One day, the master went to Chang'an City because of something in the wasteland, a certain thought in Hongchen, and a certain word in Buddhism.

On the side of Long Street, he met Mr. Ning Que of the Academy and passed away.

(Mmmm, the last paragraph I wrote is very cool, dragging the master who should be very awesome in history to the nameless, this is probably my bad taste?)