The young monk was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome face and a kind demeanor, a slightly dark complexion, and a thin monk's robe fluttering in the wind, which was quite dusty, but now it was still winter, and I don't know why he was so not afraid of the cold.

Ning Que was slightly vigilant, but his expression did not show, and he asked with a smile, "Does this master recognize me?"

The monk smiled slightly and said, "The poor monk is guessing. ”

Ning Que asked in surprise, "Can this be guessed?"

The monk said calmly: "Because the poor monk has seen a bookworm, I guessed that you are Mr. Thirteen." ”

Ning Que thought about the rumors that had become more and more intense recently, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Mo Shanshan looked at the young monk, his scattered gaze gradually condensed, remembering the situation when he met the other party in the early years, and said with a slight surprise: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Guanhai, it's been good lately, why did you come to Chang'an?"

Through her introduction, Ning Que knew that this young monk was the closed disciple of the elder of the Rotten Ke Temple, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

This world is different from the world that Ning Que once lived, not every housewife is a master of Buddhism and Taoism, compared with Haotian Dao, the influence of Buddhism is relatively small, and Buddhism is not prosperous.

However, the fame of the Rotten Ke Temple is too great, especially for ordinary people, no one knows the Hanging Temple, but they all know the Rotten Ke Temple, for the practitioners, the Rotten Ke Temple has a higher status than the White Pagoda Temple of the Moon Wheel Country, even if Ning Que has no understanding of Buddhism, he has also heard of the name of the Rotten Ke Temple, and is deeply impressed.

There have been too many stories in that thousand-year-old temple, Master Liansheng was shocked by the world because of the argument with the elders of the Rotten Ke Temple, and then practiced in the temple for several years, and the bloody case that completely changed the face of the current practice world The bloody case that started the collapse of the Demon Sect also started in front of the Rotten Ke Temple.

The first time Ning Que heard the name of the Rotten Ke Temple was when the prince of Longqing first entered Chang'an City, because Longqing also achieved prestige in the Rotten Ke Temple, thinking about this at this time, he couldn't help but think that if the cultivators in the world want to be famous, do they have to go through the Rotten Ke Temple and go to the college debate organized by the other party?

Because of these stories, the status of the Rotten Ke Temple in the cultivation world is very special, and the elders who live in seclusion in the back mountains all the year round are extremely senior, since the young monk in front of the umbrella is the disciple of the elders of the Rotten Ke Temple, it stands to reason that the status is probably higher than the legendary Seven Sons of Buddhism.

According to Ning Que's character, he should have been close to this young monk named Guanhai, but in recent days, because of the so-called academy's entry into the world, he has been wary of whether he will encounter other sects to challenge, and at this time, he suddenly saw the people of the Rotten Ke Temple appear in Chang'an City, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"It turned out to be the great virtue of the Rotten Ke Temple, but for some reason I didn't see the senior brother in the royal court. He laughs.

The young monk didn't dare to say anything, and said respectfully: "Where does the poor monk dare to call himself a great virtue, and the family teacher performs the disciple ceremony in front of the master, where can Lin Hai afford to be called the senior brother of Mr. Thirteen? As for the matter of the wasteland, the temple has also received an order from the temple, but the disciples of the Buddhist sect pay attention to the monastic penance and do not provoke the red dust, so they did not go. ”

Listening to these words, Ning Que secretly thought that if he didn't mess with Hongchen, he would naturally not covet those false names, probably he wouldn't trouble himself and feel a little calm, and seeing that the monk's clear eyes actually had some admiration for himself, he felt very comfortable, and asked with a gentle expression: "But I don't know what the senior brother has to do when he comes to Chang'an City?"

Whether it is a sedan chair or a bamboo sedan chair, it always needs to be carried by two people, so Lin Hai humbly did not dare to admit that he was a senior brother, but Ning Que insisted on calling it so.

Lin Hai took out an envelope wrapped in yellow cloth and said, "I changed the documents in your country's Ministry of Rites before, and I was about to go out of the city to the academy, but I met Mr. Thirteen, so this invitation is just delivered, and I can be lazy for a few steps." ”

"An invitation to the Academy?"

Ning Que opened the yellow cloth and found that the envelope was not sealed, and took out a very thin piece of letter paper from it, the content on the letter paper was very simple and clear, that is, the elders of the Rotten Ke Temple invited the academy to send people to participate in next year's Yu Lan Festival.

After the conversation with the senior brother, he knew very well that if there were any secular affairs in the academy in the future, he was afraid that they would all be handled by himself, then the Ranco Temple Yu Lan Festival would definitely be attended by himself, but fortunately, there was still more than a year to go, so he could prepare for his life, and he couldn't help but feel more and more at ease when he was sure that the people from the Rotten Ke Temple were sending invitations.

He looked at Guanhai and said with a smile: "Senior brother came from Langke Temple, and he should have fulfilled the friendship of the landlord, but I made an appointment with the mountain lord to travel together, and then I had tea and conversation with my senior brother in the evening, I don't know if it is possible?"

The monk of Guanhai replied respectfully: "Mr. Thirteen is polite, the poor monk came to Chang'an on the order of the teacher, and the schoolwork has been slowed down a lot, since the invitation has been sent to Mr. today, I will return to the temple later." ”

Let's go, let's go, I always have to go back to my home, Ning Que thought happily, but on the surface, he was extremely enthusiastic about keeping and retaining, and even took the unique fake anger of the men in Hebei County.

The monk who watched the sea refused again and again, and said: "The schoolwork really can't be delayed any longer, it's just that it's rare to come to Chang'an City, and I can meet Mr. Thirteen himself, the poor monk has some difficulties in practice, and I ask Mr. Please for advice or two." “

"There is no problem at all, in the evening, I booked a table of vegetarian noodles in Songhe Tower, and then two urns of vegetarian wine, you and I will talk about the wine, and drink tea, and then we will have a good reference...... Hey, what did you just say?"

Ning Que said happily, pretending to be a person who had entered the academy, and only then did he wake up.

There are many things in the world that don't need to be said explicitly and can't be said explicitly, because saying too clearly will make each other a little embarrassed. People who come out of places like the Academy, Xiling Temple or Aoke Temple generally have to pay attention to a demeanor.

Since he is a cultivator outside the world, how can he be like a ruffian in the world without saying a word or saying a few cruel words...... "Then pick up a watermelon knife and slash at the opponent's chest or bald head?"

Even if you want to fight, you have to find a beautiful dress for this matter, a wonderful reason, people like Ning Que and Ye Hongyu who talk about fighting and never care about their demeanor and posture and only seek victory, are really rare in the cultivation world.

And those beautiful clothes and wonderful reasons are nothing more than asking for advice on the difficulties in cultivation, referring to each other's realm cultivation, and tearing off all these appearances, which is the **naked truth: please fight!

Confirming that the monk of the Rotten Ke Temple had sent out an invitation to fight, Ning Que's face changed slightly, looking at his slightly dark cheeks, he couldn't help but think of the complexion of Sangsang and Zhuo'er, and thought that he seemed to be on the same par with someone of this color in his life.

After a while, he said sincerely, "The monks are merciful, so why should they care about those false names outside the body?"

The monk of Guanhai said more sincerely: "The poor monk has been practicing penance in the temple for many years, and often heard the elder mention the past of seeking advice in front of the master's table, knowing that the academy is the first-rate place in the world, and yearning for the sages of the academy, he has long wanted to visit but has been tied to the schoolwork and cannot get out. ”

Ning Que stared at the other party's eyes and found that the young monk's eyes were not only respectful or respectful, except admiration or admiration, in addition to a firm will to fight or a firm will to fight.

The other party admires you so respectfully, are you embarrassed to scold the other party? The other party is so determined to fight, and he is also a monk who never eats meat oil and rarely eats salt, how can you convince him?

Ning Que didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of him at all, if it was in Weicheng before, he could have run, but now he was forced to carry the two mountains of Datang and Academy, if he really ran, I was afraid that it would be a little difficult.

In fact, he has never been afraid of fighting, let alone fighting, but he is just worried that he will not win the other party.

Guanhai is the closed disciple of the elder of the Rotten Ke Temple, and in Ning Que's opinion, the hidden character of the closed disciple has always been very powerful, such as Mo Shanshan, the closed disciple of the Shusheng, and the closed disciple of the master, himself...... Well, he had to admit that he was the weakest academy walk in history, so he became less and less confident of defeating the other party.

If you can't win the other party, you have to fight, sometimes it can be said to be courage, but sometimes it can be said to be stupid, Ning Que held a big black umbrella, fell into a long silence in the light snow of Chang'an City, struggling back and forth between bravery and wisdom, but never came up with an answer.

Mo Shanshan had been standing quietly on the side of the big black umbrella, probably guessing the pain in his heart at this time, his eyes couldn't help drooping slightly, his eyelashes blinked slightly, and it took a lot of strength to hold back the smile on his face.

The monk Guanhai is an honest man, since he was a child, he has been listening to the elder's awe and admiration for the master, and in his heart, he never thought that he could defeat the students on the second floor of the academy, at this time, seeing Ning Que was silent for a long time, he secretly thought that Mr. Thirteen probably didn't want to let himself lose too miserably, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"If Mr. Thirteen thinks that the cultivation of a poor monk is humble, why don't you sit and go to Zen?" he said sincerely.

Ning Que thought that the Rotten Ke Temple is famous for its debate, and besides, your monk has a slightly dark complexion, and has a name for viewing the sea, and I don't want to know that I eat a lot of soybean oil on weekdays, and I am very good at fighting with people.

Losing is not a problem, the problem is that the senior brother does not let himself lose, the problem is that it will disgrace the academy and make the master embarrassed, and the master seems to be very embarrassed, so this will lead to a series of very strict problems.

Ning Que raised his head thinking like this, and when he touched the monk's clear and sincere gaze, his heart moved slightly, and he suddenly felt that compared with the other party, he seemed to be missing something very important.

Falling snowflakes spread a shallow layer on the greasy surface of the big black umbrella.

Ning Que looked at the monk and said calmly, "Can you trouble Senior Brother for you to wait for me for half a day?"

Monk Heshi of the sea view.

Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked, "What do you want to do in half a day?"

"I need half a day to think about a very important question. ”

After Ning Que said this, he took the big black umbrella behind his back, and walked towards the south of Chang'an City alone in the light snow, and half an hour later, he came to the big lake in the south of the city, and slowly sat down in the residual snow.

(Word and sentence combination impotence suddenly attacked, writing is extremely painful, I don't know how to write a book, but today is the last day, I can't drop the chain, I continue to struggle like Ning Que, I will win, the next chapter may be later, if it goes well, it won't be too late, thank you.) (To be continued)