Ning Que used the talisman to set up a Dao barrier in the broken temple, not worrying about the sound in front of the hall reaching the back of the hall, but even so, he still paid attention to the sound of speaking, and didn't want the blind monk to hear it.

Guanhai Monk sighed and said: "When he was expelled from Chang'an City, he has been wandering in the world, although the realm is still there, but his eyes can't see, and he naturally has a hard time. The year before last, he wandered to Washan and was discovered by the monks in the temple, and since then he has been cultivating with me in the temple. ”

Ning Que looked at the back of the hall, thinking that the biological father of the lewd monk was killed by himself in the Western Wilderness, and the Hanging Temple had already expelled him, so he naturally would no longer care about his life or death, he had been wandering in the world all these years, and he must have lived a very bleak life, but he just thought about it, but he couldn't give birth to any sympathy.

"Thank you for your hard work, brother. He looked at the monk and said, "I'm sorry to tell you those stories.

Guanhai monk sighed and said: "Although he committed a lot of crimes back then, he was blind, and he had no quarrel with the world in the temple, so why drag him into the red dust to be tortured?"

Ning Que said: "If he really has no dust in his heart, how can he leave Washan with you?"

Guanhai Monk looked at him and said, "I can understand the feelings of the Tang people, but since they want to do something, why bother to pretend to others?"

Ning Que said: "Yes, Senior Brother Hard brings him over, it really doesn't make sense, it's just an excuse." The academy didn't want to give the Daomen an excuse to make trouble, and I needed an excuse to convince myself to do something. ”

Guanhai monk said with emotion: "At that time, the teacher couldn't see which road you would go on in the future, but now it seems that I can't help but be a little worried." ”

Ning Que said: "The master entered Qishan, how could he not have thought that I would go astray?"

Taking advantage of the night, Ning Que walked into Yangzhou City. He came to the outside of the castle guard's mansion, looked at the clumps of green bamboo sticking out of the courtyard wall and was silent for a while, his knees bent slightly, and then jumped to the top of the wall, stretched out his right hand like lightning, held the bamboo that was not smooth, and slid down into the mansion like a thin cloth.

Wang Jingluo had already left at this time, probably preparing on the bank of the Fuchun River, he was the only one who entered the City Shou Mansion, he did not use the talisman or hold the knife, but with the incredible strength and strength of his body, he easily entered the deepest part of the City Shou Mansion, no one could find out that in terms of cultivation realm, he is now a strong man in the realm of knowing fate, but his real strength, the most important thing is the body of the demon after the cultivation of Haoran Qi and the identity of the rune master.

In Qinghe County, except for those two powerful people of the family, no one can pose a threat to him, which means that no one in Yangzhou City can stop him from doing things.

It didn't take long for him to walk out of the back garden with Zhong Dajun in his arms. Zhong Dajun was not unconscious, but he was speechless, and his pale face was full of horror.

Ning Que walked to the courtyard wall very casually like carrying a bag of garbage, threw him out of the wall with his arms, only to hear a muffled snap, and then he jumped out.

The street outside the courtyard wall was sprinkled with some blood, Zhong Dajun's face was even paler, his facial features twitched in pain, and some bones on his body were probably broken, but he was still speechless, and even until this time, he didn't know who sneaked into the mansion quietly and restrained himself.

Coming to the ruined temple outside Yangzhou City, Ning Que threw Zhong Dajun to the ground and poured a bowl of herbal tea and drank it slowly. Zhong Dajun found that his hands and feet could move, and the first time he didn't try to escape, but covered his chest in pain and coughed out the blood foam that had been held in his throat for a long time.

Because of pain and fright, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and his arms trembled and wiped the sweat to force him to calm down, so that he dared to go there to see what people looked like.

Zhong Dajun is a child of Qinghe, born with a golden key since he was a child, and he has been very smooth all his life, and he made great contributions in the rebellion last year, and he is even more powerful, if he has any regrets in this life, it is naturally the person named Ning Que, the former college classmate.

So of course he remembered Ning Que, even if Ning Que turned to ashes, he could recognize it, how could he forget Jì, the person who brought him endless humiliation back then?

What made him feel even more humiliated was that when he saw Ning Que again after a long time, he found that he couldn't hate the other party, it had nothing to do with the physical pain at this time, it was only related to fear, and he was desperate.

Even if he is now in Yangzhou City, where is he qualified to be compared with the thirteenth gentleman of the academy? The confrontation between Prince Longqing and Ning Que may be a beautiful conversation from another angle, but if the world knows that he has secretly hated Ning Que for many years, he will definitely only be ridiculed endlessly.

Just as Zhong Dajun thought of it with unwillingness, self-deprecation, helplessness and despair for countless nights in the past few years, Ning Que had basically forgotten those little stories in the academy back then, and he didn't know that Zhong Dajun was so jealous of himself, but he did hate Zhong Dajun very much.

Zhong Dajun sat up with difficulty, looked at Ning Que's back in front of the broken Buddha statue, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, is it useful to beg for mercy at this time?

Ning Que turned around.

Zhong Dajun asked in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do?"

Ning Que looked at him without speaking, his eyes were calm and without any emotion.

Seeing Ning Que's eyes, Zhong Dajun knew that he would definitely suffer a lot of sins today, and he might even die. I just don't understand why the other party is doing this.

"Why?" he asked.

Ning Que still didn't speak, just looked into his eyes quietly.

Zhong Dajun saw the killing intent in his eyes, the blood in the city guard mansion that day, and the unwilling eyes of those Tang Dynasty officials who died under the sword and axe.

His body began to tremble violently, the desire to survive overpowered the fear, he clenched his fists tightly to protect his chest, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "The academy signed the peace treaty, you can't kill me!"

Ning Que still didn't speak.

Zhong Dajun knelt down in front of him, spread his hands, and desperately defended: "I am acting on orders, and I am just a small person in Qinghe County, if you want to kill people and establish power, there is no point in choosing me." What's more, if people know that you have left Chang'an City, the powerhouses of the Dao Sect will come to kill you, why would you take such a risk for a little person like me, who is more pitiful than a slug?"

Ning Que looked at him quietly and never said a word.

Zhong Dajun shouted in despair and horror: "When you killed the people in the guild hall, you hadn't signed a peace treaty, but if you kill me now, it is a provocation to the temple! The temple wants the whole world to return to the heart, how can this kind of thing be allowed to happen? Do you want the war to resume? What do you want to do?

The ruined temple was unusually quiet, only Zhong Dajun's screams kept ringing, echoing between the broken Buddha statue and the dirty old curtain, and this strange feeling made him almost crazy. He desperately slapped the dusty ground, and in a hoarse voice told the reason why Ning Que couldn't kill himself, belittled his identity, and made the most painful confessions and the most crazy insults, just wanting to save his life.

"You're scaring me, aren't you?"

Zhong Dajun looked at Ning Que, his face was full of snot and tears, he ate and laughed like a madman, and said, "You can't kill me, so you want to scare me crazy!"

As if grasping the point of this matter, he waved his arms excitedly and said loudly: "I understand! You are scaring me! I, Zhong Dajun, am not being frightened!"

Hearing this, Ning Que smiled and left the broken temple.

Looking at the closed temple gate, Zhong Dajun's face was full of stunned expression, his arm was still in the air, he didn't understand what the situation was now, why did the other party leave like this?

At this moment, a voice came from behind the hall: "Your Excellency is Zhong Dajun?"

As soon as the words fell, a monk walked out of the back of the hall with a bamboo stick, only to see him wearing a cloth robe, tilting his head slightly, his eyes were deep, and the inside was dark like a hole.

Zhong Dajun looked at the blind monk and subconsciously responded, "Not bad." ”

Hearing his answer, the blind monk laughed, hoarse and loud, striking the walls of the broken temple and shaking off the dust, but it looked so resentful.

Zhong Dajun felt a little strange and asked, "Who are you?"

The blind monk was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "The poor monk has enlightenment. ”

Zhong Dajun felt that the name was familiar, but he forgot where he had heard it.

Wudao walked in front of Zhong Dajun, squinted his blind eyes, looked at the other party he didn't see, and asked indifferently, "Have you stayed in Chang'an City?"

Zhong Dajun became more and more vigilant, and replied cautiously: "I only stayed for two years. ”

This blind monk is the illegitimate son of a great master in the Hanging Temple, who was expelled from the wasteland because of his misconduct, and after stepping into the red dust, he didn't know how many love debts he had caused, and how many good women he had ruined, and he had participated in the mountaineering test on the second floor of the academy, and it was on that day that he met Ning Que and met Sang Sang.

He fell in love with Sangsang at first sight, so he wanted to get close, but he was first expelled by Master Yan Se, and then he was blinded by the Great Priest of Light, and since then he has become a waste.

He is a lewd monk in the red dust, he has no contact with the cultivation world, he doesn't know the big things that happened in the cultivation world, after being blind, his heart is like ashes, wandering in the world, and he can't go out of retreat after going to the Rotten Ke Temple, and gradually forget all those pasts, and the stories told by the senior brother Guanhai are about to forget, and even about to forget what the little girl looks like, but he has never forgotten the name that the person reported on the mountain road.

Academy, Chung Dajun.

He didn't hear all the conversations between Ning Que and Zhong Dajun, only the last words Zhong Dajun said. He thought that he had been far away from the red dust, without love and hatred, but today in this ruined temple, he suddenly heard that name, only to find that he was still hating.

He hated himself for being blind, hated himself for being blind and took a fancy to that little girl, hated that little girl was blind and wanted to follow the person named Ning Que, hated that he had lost everything, but that person had everything.

"No wonder Senior Brother wants to bring me here, I think he wants me to see my heart clearly, to be able to find true peace, but I can only let Senior Brother down, because only by killing you can I get true peace and be free from the abyss of hatred. ”

Wudao looked at Zhong Dajun and said seriously.

Zhong Dajun looked at the monk's blind eyes and felt that his body was extremely cold.

Wudao said calmly: "Please rest assured, I will kill you seriously with a very upright attitude. ”

Zhong Dajun wanted to say something, but he could only let out a miserable scream.

If you want to do anything seriously, you must be focused, and concentration will be slow, thinking that on this night, in this ruined temple where there is no incense, he will die very slowly.

The miserable screams and begging for mercy kept coming from the ruined temple, and the two old doors seemed to be unable to bear to look at the picture in the temple anymore, trembling slightly.

Ning Que stood in front of the temple, listening to the voice coming from behind him, remembering the scene when he followed the old hunter for the first time, the beast at the bottom of the pit that was pierced by more than a dozen bamboo sticks, but could not die for a while, seemed to be very similar to the miserable cry made by Zhong Dajun, and he couldn't help laughing.

The monk looked at the expression on his face, silently pronounced a Buddha name, and said with a bitter expression: "You have really fallen into the devil, I will do this evil thing with you, and it will be difficult to see the Buddha again in this life."

Ning Que looked at him and said, "Since Zhong Dajun deserves to die, this matter is naturally not evil. ”

Guanhai monk shook his head and said: "Good and evil are in the heart, deception is evil, although the enlightened brother said that he did countless evils in the first half of his life, but he had already repented in the temple, but I deceived him to kill people, and my sin was even worse." ”

Ning Que said: "As I said before, since he is willing to follow you out of Washan, it means that he still has nostalgia for Hongchen, and at this time, it seems that that attachment is hatred." How can we resolve hatred? The Dharma doesn't work, and neither can the teachings. After tonight, the hatred of enlightenment will be unraveled, and there will be no greed for Hongchen, and it will not be possible to participate in the enlightenment in the future.

"I can't tell you. ”

The monk said guiltily: "But I know that my actions will definitely not be liked by the Buddha. ”

Ning Que said: "The Buddha is just a cultivator, how can we determine our right and wrong by his right and wrong, if you are worried that you will not be able to see the Buddha country again in this life, what if I build a real Buddha country for you in the world?"

The monk didn't know how to answer.

At this moment, the screams in the ruined temple finally slowly weakened, and then did not sound again.

Wudao pushed open the temple door, staggered out, spread his hands covered with blood, looked around, and shouted with a crying voice: "Senior brother, where are you? Where are you?"

Ning Que quietly stepped aside.

The monk who watched the sea stepped forward to support the enlightenment.

Wudao sat on the ground, hugged his legs and cried loudly, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior brother can't stand the teachings of senior brother. ”

The sea monk also wet his eyes, and glanced at Ning Que, who was standing next to him, to say goodbye, and then supported Enlightenment into the dark night.

Ning Que looked at the bloody scene in the dim ruined temple, stood quietly, and waited until the sound came from the official road in the distance, and when he saw those dotted torches, he turned to leave.