The original dark-skinned young monk, whose Dharma name is Guanhai, is the closed disciple of Master Qishan, the elder of the Rotten Ke Temple, and now he has no specific duties in the temple, but his rank and status are extremely high, comparable to presiding over me to start wonderfully -

Last winter, it was Guanhai who personally went to Chang'an City, handed the invitation to the Yu Lan Festival to Ning Que's hand, and challenged him, Ning Que sat quietly on the shore of Yanming Lake for a long time, and finally figured out something, and then returned to the South Gate Taoist Hall to fight with him, narrowly and narrowly defeated.

Ning Que had a very good impression of the Guanhai monk, because although this young monk had a resolute temperament, he was extremely gentle and amiable, and the Guanhai monk was extremely yearning for the academy because the teacher had asked the master and constantly praised and sighed, and he also had great respect for the disciples on the second floor of the academy.

"If the third volume of the eventful chapter 56 The blue marks on the tomb are the territory of your Rotten Ke Temple, I wanted to keep a low profile, don't disturb you, quietly met Master Qishan, and left after finishing the matter, but you still found out like this. ”

Ning Que walked out of the carriage, looked at Guanhai and said with a smile.

The monk looked at the dusty carriage and said with a wry smile: "Where can you describe it as low-key, a few days ago, I received a book from the temple, and I knew that you were attacked on the way...... Oh, uncle, when did you break through the realm again!"

Guanhai Monk suddenly felt that something seemed to have happened to Ning Que, which was extremely different from when they met in Chang'an City last winter, and vaguely guessed the truth, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Ning Que said: "I said when I was in Chang'an, just call me senior brother." ”

The sea viewing monk hesitated for a moment, listened to his request, and said, "Thirteen masters...... Brother, when we met last year, you were still in the realm of Dongxuan, how could you break through the realm in such a short time, do you have any adventures?"

As a disciple of Buddhism, his temperament is peaceful and resolute, not to mention that the realm of Guanhai monks is quite deep, but at this time. His voice trembled slightly.

Ning Que said: "Where are there so many adventures, if you can often leave Washan, walk out of the Rotten Ke Temple and go to the world to find some people, Volume 3 Eventful Autumn Chapter 56 There are a few more fights on the tomb, and it is not so difficult to rise to the realm." ”

The sea view monk looked at him with envy and a little awe, the cultivation world knew that Ning Que had only been in the academy for a few years, and now he had become a great cultivator of the realm of knowing his fate, which was really shocking and speechless.

Although it is a very beautiful enjoyment to be looked at by young masters of Buddhism with such eyes. But Ning Que didn't have much time and energy to slowly realize it now. said, "I wrote a letter in advance, can you read it?"

The monk glanced at the black carriage and said, "Yes." I don't know what the situation of my sister-in-law is now. ”

Ning Que praised: "This sister-in-law's shouting is very reasonable. ”

Then he said with a worried face: "Please Ye Hongyu took action and barely suppressed the cold aura in his body, it shouldn't deteriorate in a short time, but the sooner this kind of thing is resolved, the better." When will I be able to meet Master Qishan?"

The monk who watched the sea looked embarrassed and said: "The family teacher has been meditating in the mountains behind the temple all the year round, and he has not seen outsiders. ”

Ning Que's expression was slightly different, and he asked, "Isn't the Yu Lan Festival Conference about to be held soon?"

The monk shook his head and explained: "In the past years, the Yu Lan Festival conference, the family teacher was also closed, even these years I practiced Buddhism with the family teacher, and I also listened to the teachings quietly through the Lu Gate. ”

Hearing this, Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that if he didn't see outsiders. So what's the point of me coming, I have already made up my mind in my heart, if this is the case, then I have to force myself to go into the mountain to see it.

At this moment, the monk said: "But the family teacher will be out of the customs for one day this time." ”

Ning Que was raising his eyebrows upward, and suddenly calmed down, he looked at the monk who watched the sea and said helplessly: "You are a monk from Washan." It's not the storyteller in the tile workshop in Chang'an City, can you not take such a big breath when you speak?"

The Guanhai monk smiled a little apologetically, and said: "The day after tomorrow on the day after the family teacher's departure, the thirteenth senior brother might as well rest in the temple for two days, although it can't be compared with the academy." But there are still some scenic views. ”

Ning Que thought that Sangsang's recent illness was stable, and he was extremely greedy for scenery in the carriage. So if you come all the way to the Rotten Ke Temple, you should indeed take her around, at least to see what this thousand-year-old temple looks like, especially as a disciple of the academy, and close to Jane, he should go to the tomb in the temple to worship.

"That's fine. ”

He thought of a question, looked at the monk and asked, "Since Master Qishan has lived in seclusion for many years, why can this year's Yulan Festival Conference alarm his old man?" I know that the imperial courts of the Central Plains are here to ~~-update the first release~~ to discuss the matter of the desolate people going south, and the various cultivation sects may be for the legend of the invasion of the underworld. ”

The sea monk didn't know what to think, and his gaze became a little complicated, and said, "Maybe that's the case." ”

Ning Que understood what the young monk was thinking at this time, and asked with a smile: "Now it is all legendary, I am the son of the Hades, so are you standing in front of me now, are you afraid or not?"

The eyes of the sea monk returned to tranquility and peace, looked at him and smiled and said, "What's so terrible?"

Ning Que couldn't help but be a little puzzled when he saw that his expression didn't seem to be fake, and asked, "Why is this?"

Guanhai Monk bowed to Xiheshi, then straightened up, looked at him and said seriously: "Since the master is willing to accept the senior brother as a personal disciple, how can the senior brother be the son of the Hades?"

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In order to be quiet, in the end, Ning Que still did not live in the main courtyard of the Rotten Ke Temple, so the monks who watched the sea took them to a quiet courtyard near the mountains and forests in the north to live, and did not alarm the monks in the temple.

After eating some vegetarian food and briefly gossiping, the monk Guanhai got up and said goodbye, Ning Que knew that although Master Qishan lived in seclusion all the year round, Guanhai, as the future host of the Rotten Ke Temple, would inevitably come forward to receive other cultivation sects during such a period of time as the Yulan Festival Conference, so he did not keep him.

As twilight approached, drums beat not far away, and then night came. The handyman in the self-owned temple boiled hot water, and Ning Que served Sang Sang to sleep with hot feet, and changed a few pieces of rune paper on her body, so that he could lie down beside her with peace of mind.

When he woke up, the sky was dark, and the bell of the Rotten Ke Temple came again, and he quietly listened to the bell that seemed to be boring but could clear his heart, and felt a lot more peaceful.

After having breakfast under the service of the miscellaneous servants, Ning Que let the big black horse go to play in the forest of the other courtyard, put a thick robe on Sang Sang's body, and led her through an iron gate to the south of the courtyard and into the back garden of the Rotten Ke Temple.

The monks in the temple should all be doing morning classes, and there is no movement in the back garden except for the birds that are diligent and early to survive and the insects that are diligent and early to survive but are unfortunately devoured.

A faint mist filled the woods, and in the distance there was the main hall and several side halls of the Rotten Ke Temple. Looming at the end of the fog, it looks extremely solemn and beautiful, as if the real Buddha kingdom has descended on the world.

Ning Que didn't have much interest in the scenery of these ancient temples, his eyes stayed in the misty Tallinn, which was composed of dozens of stone towers, each of which enshrined the ashes of a Buddhist predecessor. But he turned a qiē into calm.

Tallinn is secluded. The paths are so chaotic that walking through them is like walking in a labyrinth. If it was a first-time visitor, it was easy to get lost, but he walked with Sangsang in the middle. But there was no pause or hesitation, and it seemed very familiar, as if he had been here many times.

Sang Sang raised his head and glanced at him, a little surprised, very puzzled.

Ning Que didn't notice it himself, and even if he did, he would think that it was because he memorized the map that the senior brother drew for him before he left. Probably didn't think that this was because in the depths of his spiritual ocean, the fragments of consciousness left by Lotus Sheng were guiding in the dark.

Walking to the northwest of Tallinn, beside a moss-covered stone tower, he saw a tomb, which was ordinary and unremarkable. However, in the Tallinn where the bones of the ancestors of Buddhism are enshrined in the Rotten Ke Temple, there is a very ordinary tomb, which is very eye-catching and faintly reveals an unusual taste.

Ning Que took Sang Sang's hand and walked to the tomb, noticing that there were also some moss marks on the tomb. But it looks very clean, and someone should come to take care of it from time to time. I am more satisfied, and my impression of the monks in the temple is a little better.

He bowed deeply to the tomb.

This tomb has no tombstones,

But he knew who was buried in the tomb.

Buried in the tomb was a young woman, at least when she died, she was still very young, and that woman was once the best dancer in the world, with a very simple name.

Buried in this tomb is Jane Xiaoxiao.

Red Sleeves recruits Jane's sister.

The fiancée of the junior uncle of the academy.

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"If she hadn't been killed by Liansheng back then, then she would be my little aunt, and my little uncle might still be alive now, and even had a few children with her, the youngest of them would have robbed me of the glorious position of my little junior brother, and then compete with Chen Pipi for the honor of the most genius. ”

Looking at the tomb that was often cleaned, but no one had come to worship for many years, Ning Queqing smiled complicatedly, and said in a low voice: "There will be several more ancestors in the academy, but there are already many ancestors in the academy, and I don't mind having a few more teachers if I think of it." ”

Sang Sang squatted down and reached out to pick up a fallen leaf that floated to the tomb last night, I don't know what she thought of at this time, she actually felt a little cold, and subconsciously tightened the neckline of her coat.

Ning Que picked her up and hugged her in his arms, looked at the tomb in front of him, thinking about the beautiful woman in the tomb who had danced the Buddha's heart in front of the Rotten Ke Temple, and finally died so miserably, he couldn't help but feel something.

"It stands to reason that as a disciple of the academy, I should hate Liansheng very much, even if I have a cold nature and have not been harmed by Liansheng, but have inherited some of his benefits, so I can't be hated, then as the only survivor of the General's Mansion bloodbath, why can't even your teacher hate it now?"

Sangsang's teacher was the former Great God of Light Wei Guangming, and Ning Que was full of despair and deformed desire for revenge in the first half of his life, so he wanted to worship this person, but at this time he said that he didn't hate that person.

"Even Xiahou, I don't hate it much now, or it's hard to think of this person. He frowned and muttered, "Am I really so cold-blooded?"

"Not because they were cold-blooded, but because they were all dead. ”

Sang Sang nestled in his arms, looked at the tomb, and said: "Everything will disappear with death, hate a person and like a person, no matter how strong, will gradually forget." ”

Ning Que knew what she wanted to say, but he didn't want to hear it.

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(Today there is wood, tomorrow I will go to Harbin City to attend a friend's wedding, but I will never keep changing, cough cough, probably that's all?Woohoo, if this continues, I will really die in the next few days.) Unfinished to be continued!!