In the Pure Land Zen Temple, there is still a piece of incense flourishing, and people come like weaving. The incense burns day and night under the glazed relics stupa that is as high as one hundred and eight zhang, from dozens of miles away where you can see this relic, there are believers who prostrate step by step, the chanting sound in the large and small meditation rooms is continuous like the sea, a solemn scene of the pure land. The turmoil that happened in Jingzhou a few days ago doesn't seem to have affected here at all.

Of course, this is just what ordinary people can see.

At night, the number of people in the Zen monastery gradually decreased, and at this time, a group of some special guests did not go through the guidance of the monk of the guest, and came directly to the quiet room of the abbot who presided over the obscure.

There are five people in this line, led by a middle-aged man in brocade, this man is not tall, and the majesty of the order and prohibition is naturally brought out between the lines and stops, showing an extraordinary identity, but there is a lot of anxiety and haggard between the eyebrows. The other three people with the same color are all introverted, walking with dragons and tigers, and their temples bulging high, and they know at a glance that they are extraordinary masters of cultivation, but their expressions are solemn and severe, and they follow closely behind the middle-aged man in brocade. The last one was caught in the arm of the tallest of them, a fat man who looked a little wolf, with round eyes but a stiff and motionless body, as if he had been restrained in his acupoint.

As soon as the group walked outside the door, the door of the quiet room automatically opened, and the Zen Master of Dawn, who was sitting in it, opened his eyes, looked at the group of five people outside, and said lightly: "Everyone, please come in." ”

The middle-aged man in brocade led by him was neither surprised nor polite, and stepped in directly.

"Abbot of Obscure. You should know why I'm here. The middle-aged man in brocade looked at the abbot of the dark light, and his expression was a little unkind. The three big men in the back also followed the fat man into the meditation room, standing behind the man in brocade and looking at the abbot with some eyes.

If anyone else sees this. I will definitely suspect that these people who are so aggressive that they don't seem to be good at first glance are crazy. This is the Pure Land Zen Temple, the Shifang Glazed Pure World Relic Pagoda is not far away, the faint but as if the ubiquitous Buddha light shrouded in any high master and fierce murderer, as long as a bad thought, in the Buddha's light is just like ants, and these people are actually aggressive and unceremoniously to the abbot of the light. If you don't agree with him, you have to make him look good.

However, the abbot of the light knew that of course these people were not crazy, and the middle-aged man in brocade led by him was indeed one of the few people in the world who dared to get angry in this Pure Land Zen Monastery, and there was a reason to be angry. Facing the man's rather unkind eyes, he just sighed and said, "Lord Nangong, if you want to ask for an explanation for the affairs of Jingzhou, the poor monk really has nothing to say. Because you won't listen to the explanations of the poor monks. I won't believe it either. ”

The middle-aged man in brocade led a team of shadow guards in Jingzhou a few days ago to track down the traces of the snake man. In the end, Nangong Wuji, who suffered a big loss. This trip to Jingzhou not only failed to achieve the previous goal, but also lost a lot of elite under his command, and even lost a body of heaven-shattering cultivation skills, and now he looked at the abbot of the obscurity, and his majestic gaze seemed to crush the abbot of the obscurity.

But the abbot of the light met his gaze without the slightest unnaturalness, and after answering a seemingly casual and perfunctory sentence, he was silent.

After a long while, Nangong Wuji finally retracted his gaze and took a deep breath. He said, "Well, since the abbot of the light has his own measure." Then I can't say much, I just hope that your failure will not hinder your future plans. But there's one more thing that needs your help, and you have to help. ”

"Lord Nangong, please speak. Abbot Obscures nodded.

Nangong Wuji turned around and pointed to the fat man who was caught in his hand by the strong man behind him and couldn't move, and said, "In order to cultivate the Ghost Heart Mantra, this She Brother used a secret method to cut off all his memories and refine it into a Ghost Heart Mantra. That ghostly heart spell not only contains mathless knowledge and wisdom, which may be extremely helpful for our future plans, but also contains the emotions of this She brother in the first half of his life. He was originally a brilliant genius, but he became a muddy and wasted his time, that is, because of the lack of those memories, and later the ghost heart spell was devoured by the earth spirit master, and the earth spirit master was suppressed in the relic, and asked the master to use the relics stupa to take out the memory and return it to him. ”

After a pause, looking at the appearance of the abbot of the light who was about to open his mouth just now, Nangong Wuji added: "I know that although this matter sounds incredible, it will definitely be possible with the power of the relics pagoda, and if the master wants to make words to shirk it, then there is no need." This is not to use the relics stupa with all his might like Master Huiguang, at most it is only slightly detrimental to your cultivation, Master Abbot, and I will definitely make up for it afterwards. ”

"That's right. The relics stupa borrows the power of the Buddha to create and evolve ten thousand laws in the void, and this thing can indeed be done" Abbot Huiguang nodded slightly, but he looked at the fat man who was restrained by the strong man, but said: "But the old man Guan doesn't seem to be willing to do this, so why should Lord Nangong be strong?"

The one who was caught in the hands of the strong man was naturally Luo Yuan, who was the leader of Luo San. Although he couldn't move or speak at this time, from those bloodshot eyes and the distorted expression, anyone could tell that he was unwilling.

Nangong Wuji glanced at Luo Yuanhuan, sighed slightly, turned to the abbot of Obscurity and said: "This She brother has undergone great changes, and he is very resistant to the previous memories, but that is just a temporary obstacle in his heart, as long as those memories are returned to him, it will be fine." ”

"Demon Barrier" Zen Master Haoguang nodded slowly. "That's a magic barrier indeed. If it weren't for the demonic barrier, how could he have the heart to cultivate the Heavenly Ghost Heart Mantra and other evil Dao methods. Now that this She donor has cut off the demon barrier in his heart, and the demon barrier in his heart has been suppressed in the relic, this is the karma of this donor. Why did Lord Nangong reimpose this demonic obstacle karma on this benefactor for his own selfishness? Or Nangong donor, haven't you woken up from your own demonic barrier?"

This last sentence was like a morning bell, although it was not loud. But with a vibration that seems to penetrate the heart and wash the soul, it reverberates endlessly in this quiet room. Luo Yuanhuan's hideous expression was completely relaxed because of his hard work, and the eyes of the three big men who had been condensed and powerful were also slightly stagnant.

Only Nangong Wuji didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, and even the anger and momentum in his expression and voice were only more vigorous: "The time has come to this." Does the master still want to perfunctory me with all that coaxing nonsense? I said that this matter is extremely important, and the master said that he would like to help me or not. ”

Abbot Obscures sighed lightly and shook his head, but did not speak.

The anger in Nangong Wuji's eyes suddenly reached its peak, and then it quickly condensed with his expression, and he was silent for a long time before he spoke. The previous anger turned into an eerie chill in his voice: "Over the years, we have been helping the Pure Land Zen Monastery openly and secretly, has the master not seen it in his eyes or does he take it for granted? This just requires the master to slightly lose the mana of the Relic Pagoda, and act as recklessly as a monk in Jingzhou Huiguang." You can also take your own life, you must know that the importance of my matter is not necessarily under the great plan of your Buddhism, does the master really think that I can't help you? ”

Abbot Obscurelight finally stood up and walked towards the door. While saying, "It seems that Senior Brother Huiguang has removed the demonic obstacle on Lord Nangong's exercises. The demonic obstacle in the heart of Lord Nangong is still the same. Lao G's Buddhist cultivation is insufficient, and it is difficult to explain it for Lord Nangong, so he can only invite someone who can say that Lord Nangong is here. ”

Abbot Obscure's light pushed open the door and stepped out. Nangong Wuji was about to open his mouth to scold, but when he saw the other person standing outside the door, his eyes immediately froze and he opened his mouth.

This is an old man who has entered the sixtieth year, wearing an ordinary Confucian robe, and his face is clear. The demeanor is calm and a little lazy.,Like a private school gentleman who is full of poetry and books and likes to complain a little in his spare time.。 However, unlike ordinary Confucian scholars and old men of the same age, he has a white face and no beard, and there is not a single beard on his chin, and there seems to be a little feminine air in his appearance.

"Big brother!" Nangong Wuji exclaimed.

The abbot of the obscured light stepped out of the way, and the old man stepped in. Nangong Wuji was stunned in place, and he actually looked a little helpless, and standing behind him, he had been frowning and cold-eyed, like a puppet sculpture, and the three big men were also shocked, and bowed respectfully to the old man.

Even if he is the elite of the shadow shirt guard who guards the Son of Heaven, he has no identity at all in front of this old man, although this old man has long retired from the temple, and he is just a grass man in terms of identity, but even when he sees this old man today, he does not dare to ask him to salute, but can only politely call him Mr. Wuji. Because this old man is the contemporary head of the Nangong family, the emperor of the Son of Heaven, the Optimus Jade Pillar who once pulled the world of the Great Qian Dynasty back from the brink of collapse, and the countryman is unparalleled Nangong Wuji.

There are very few people who can be like Nangong Wuji, except for the people in the Demon Sect whose fundamental concepts are very different from those in the world, whether in the rivers and lakes or temples, Confucianism or Buddhism, and even some extremely vicious underworld people, they all respect him and praise him, because what he does is indeed worthy of it. The title of Guoshi Wushuang is not a casual thing to be said by people in the rivers and lakes, but a gift from the Son of Heaven after being agreed upon by all the great Confucians of Bailu Academy, and everyone in the world is unconvinced.

In fact, when Nangong Wuji was young, when he was just called Nangong Ji, no one imagined that he would come this far and become such a person. At that time, although he was also famous for his outstanding talent and outstanding swordsmanship, he was also unruly like most of the children of the family, and from time to time some unbelievable scandals broke out to become the leader among the prodigals, and even his teacher was so angry because of his absurd behavior that he raised his sword to chase him, and the White Deer Academy also drove him out of the door wall, and claimed that no matter how much money the Nangong family gave in the future, he would not let him step into the academy half a step further. For a child of a Confucian family inherited from the previous dynasty, this is an incomparable shame, and some people said at that time that the Nangong family would definitely be defeated in the hands of this kid. At that time, the Nangong family did have a decaying appearance, the family business was lost, and the power above the court had been greatly weakened, and almost everyone was waiting to see the good show of this ruined family.

It's just that when the Son of Heaven died, even the crown prince died inexplicably before ascending the throne, and the remaining three princes fought openly and secretly for the throne, and Xidi took the opportunity to invade the south, and the world was about to fall apart or even turn upside down, this loser who everyone looked down on came out. He first followed the ancestor of the True Martial Sect, Xuanxuanzi Daoren, and a group of righteous warriors from the rivers and lakes to attack the Xidi army at night, and after a bloody battle, he directly killed several leaders and shamans. It created a good opportunity for the frontal rush of the Daqian border army, and forced the strongest army of Sidi back to the depths of the grassland. Later, he entered Beijing alone, relying on his old friendship with the second prince. During the private meeting, he suddenly restrained the second prince, abducted the second prince to meet the third prince, and then sat down with the third prince and talked for two days and two nights, persuading the third prince to also give up the battle for the throne and give up the throne to the weakest but most benevolent and stable fifth prince. Then, in order to guard against the unwilling counterattack of the second prince and the demon sect that faintly showed traces in vain trying to fish in troubled waters, he resolutely waved his sword from the palace and personally guarded the five princes and their relatives until he ascended the throne and became the emperor. Then he reorganized the Shadow Guard. He personally led his subordinates to travel between the major forces that were not completely dead at that time, and exterminated and suppressed the demon sect that had the potential to resurrect everywhere, and finally slowly maintained the great dry world as if walking on thin ice. Then wait until the first emperor dies. When the palace fell into chaos because of the seizure of the heir, he single-handedly selected the son of today, maintained the stability of the palace and the court, and finally did not let the world become chaotic again. Otherwise, ten years later, Sidi entered the Central Plains. The Great Qian, whose vitality had been greatly damaged, might no longer have the strength to expel it. Fengyan is by no means limited to the three states of the Central Plains, and the whole world will not be what it is now.

And when the court gradually settled down and his career came to the top, he retreated bravely, resigned from all his positions in the court palace to return to his hometown, and returned to the Nangong family's old house in Yuzhou to enjoy his old age. In the eyes of many people, it seems to have disappeared from this world all at once. This left the few who complained about his high position and power speechless.

At this point, no one can make any accusations against Nangong Wuji. Even the White Deer Academy, which expelled him from the wall in the early years, was given the title of a peerless national scholar, and the Confucian sect, which had been extremely declining for a while, seemed to shine again because of this person's existence.

"It's rude to disturb the abbot Qingxiu many times. Nangong Wuji arched his hand to the abbot of the Obscure. His voice is pure, although it is a little feminine because of his physical disability, but it does not give people an awkward feeling at all, but it will make people feel very good to hear.

"Don't dare. But the old man is incompetent, and he has to work hard for his father-in-law many times. "The abbot of the light bowed and bowed back. Then the old man retired. ”

After the abbot of Haoguang left, Nangong Wuji glanced at the three strong men behind Nangong Wuji, and also waved his hand: "You all should step down." ”

Originally, they were supposed to be obedient to Nangong Wuji, and the three Shadow Shirt Guard masters who were absolutely loyal only hesitated slightly, then turned around and walked outside.

Nangong Wuji didn't feel the slightest displeasure when he saw this, he didn't even dare to think about it, and now his heart was full of guilt and uneasiness.

"Wait. Nangong Wuji pointed to Luo Yuan, who was caught in the arm by one of the strong men. "Leave him behind. ”

The strong man put Luo Yuanhuan on the ground and quickly withdrew, Nangong Wuji stepped forward and lightly clicked, and all the prohibitions on Luo Yuanhuan's body dissipated. He quickly stood up, looking at the old man in front of him with gratitude and a little fear. He didn't know this old man, although Nangong Wuji's reputation and deeds had already spread all over the world, but more of them were only in the upper level of the circle, and they had already retired, for the three masters of the Ten Thousand Tigers Gang, those stories were too far away, although Luo Yuanquan was not stupid, but it was difficult for Nangong Wuji's eldest brother to hang this seemingly ordinary old man with such a legendary name.

"What is this little brother called?" Nangong Wuji looked at Luo Yuanhuan and asked politely.

"In the circle of the three masters of the Ten Thousand Tigers. Luo Yuanhuan replied.

"Oh. But they said that you were surnamed She, that you were once a brilliant genius, and that you only lost your memory to become what you are now. Now there's a chance that you can get back your memories, would you like to?"

"I don't want to!" Luo Yuanquan immediately replied categorically.

"Oh? Why?"

If someone else asked such a question, Luo Yuanhuan would definitely have some concerns, would consider the identity and intention of the questioner, and then answer according to certain needs, but the old man in front of him gave him a sense of peace, tranquility, and very sincerity, which was the only calm and cordiality he could feel these days, he unconsciously let out a long sigh, and what happened in that ruin-like village a few days ago flashed in his mind again, and the expression on his face changed extremely complicatedly for a while, and then he muttered as if talking to himself: "Let him go in the past, I'd rather I'm just the third leader of the Ten Thousand Tigers, Luo Yuan. ”

"Hmm," Nangong Wuji smiled and nodded. "And what are your plans for the future?"

"I, I" stopped Luo Yuanhuan at this time. He hadn't thought about his future plans for the past few days, or he hadn't thought that he would have a 'future'. The ensuing surprise couldn't help but emerge again, and for a while, the expression on a fat face changed again in a complicated way.

Nangong Wuji didn't speak, just smiled and looked at Luo Yuanhuan and waited quietly. After a long time, Luo Yuanquan let out a long sigh: "I don't know what to do" He glanced at Nangong Wuji, then looked at the old man in front of him, and asked, "What can I do?"

"You can do whatever you want, and I promise no one will get in your way. The old man in front of him replied calmly and kindly.

"Big brother!" Nangong Wuji on the side shouted anxiously.

Nangong Wuji just waved his hand slightly, and didn't even look at him, and Nangong Wuji didn't say anything anymore.

However, after staying for a long time, Luo Yuanquan still shook his head in frustration: "I don't know where I can go and what I will do in the future."

"How about going home?" Nangong Wuji said suddenly.

"Home?" Luo Yuanhuan was stunned. "My Home"

"I mean your former home. Nangong Wuji said lightly. "Since you have nowhere else to go, and you don't want to worry about your old grievances and hatreds, why don't you just go back to your old home?"

"Where is my former home?" a hint of longing flashed in Luo Yuanhuan's eyes.

"Kunlun. ”

PS: Thank you to all the local tyrants who sent red envelopes, and they fought hard to repay the Spring Festival! (To be continued......)