Volume 14 Chapter 8 The Moon Was There (9)

Yangcheng East Wuyi Nunnery, is a nunnery that is not vigorous incense, in addition to the year master, there are only two middle-aged nuns who practice penance with each other, the night is deep, the two middle-aged nuns have done their homework, have fallen asleep peacefully, only the Zen room where the nun owner lives still has a lamp like a bean, an old nun who is more than an old nun, is concentrating on copying the scriptures, the light is so dim, in fact, it is not clear to see the handwriting on the Buddhist scriptures, but those scriptures she has already been familiar with the heart, the pen is like flowing water, not long after a page is written, the dim light will be on the paper that lines of delicate and handsome small words on the edge of the small words seem to be dyed pale gold。 After writing the last pen, the old nun's expression relaxed slightly, and he couldn't help but chant in a low voice: "Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, should be like ......this" Before the words fell, her two gray and delicate long eyebrows suddenly raised slightly, listened intently for a moment, couldn't help but smile slightly, put down the paper and pen in his hand, lit the lantern hanging by the door, walked out of the door with the lantern, and walked along a bluestone path to the vegetable garden behind. The winter vegetable garden is empty, the Qilong that has been leveled can not see the dead branches and leaves, the cold pond at the end of the Mo reflects the moon, the sparkling pond rises and rises the mist, a round of bright moon in the water floats and sinks, there is a woman in Tsing Yi standing by the pond, overlooking the water and moon in the pond, the woman's waist is graceful like a willow, the back posture is straight like a sword, the figure flickers in the bright and uncertain moonlight, which makes people feel that it is not real.

Lao Ni slowly walked to the edge of the pond and said lightly: "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?" The figure suddenly looked back, and the light and cold moonlight reflected on the woman's icy and snowy face. Her expression was so indifferent that she couldn't see any emotion, only those deep and cold eyes, which had almost merged with the bleak night.

Glancing deeply at the face that was old but vaguely recognizable in the dim light, Ping Yan bowed and said indifferently: "Uncle Shizu." The younger generation is restless and wants to come out for a walk, if there is any disturbance, please forgive me. ”

Old Nun's eyes, which seemed to have been obliterated by the years, shone with kindness. A playful smile appeared on his lips, and he said calmly: "Pingyan, you are the best among the disciples of Cuihu's generation, and there are many things that you can decide by yourself." Since you have already risked going against the will of the sect master to help, why can't you be more thorough, if you want to go to the depths of Dongting Lake to find the trace of that young demon emperor, even if the sect master is here. She also has no right to stop you, the Cuihu disciple has never been a dog or horse of the sect, go or not. But in your thoughts. Why are you bothered so much?"

Pingyan lowered his eyes. said indifferently: "Although the younger generation and Zijing also have sympathy for each other, they are friends and enemies after all. Help him rescue his lover, find a good doctor on his behalf, the younger generation is already benevolent and righteous, Dongting Lake is eight hundred miles away, the younger generation has one person and one sword, how can he find it everywhere, if His Royal Highness and the princess of Han join forces, they still can't find them, and it can only be said that they are jealous and red-faced, and they can't be redeemed by manpower. If Zijing was really martyred because of this, I could only blame myself for being blind, and actually regarded such a fragile and useless person as a fierce rival in chess. ”

Lao Ni smiled and shook his head, but didn't say anything, just reached out and patted Pingyan's shoulder gently, then turned around and walked back to the meditation room.

Ping Yan silently looked at the swaying dim light, only to feel that her heart was getting colder and colder, and she couldn't help but hold the hilt of the sword at her waist, only in this way could she hold back and shiver in such a cold night, even if her heart was turbulent, she could only stay here, she couldn't look for it, she couldn't look for it, even if the bones of the young man and woman were in a corner of the ashes, she could only sit back and watch. Rescued Qingping from Mingyue's hands, and was entrusted by the Hidden Emperor to seek medical treatment from Liao Shuiqing, which is all reasonable, the sect master only dealt with Zijing, but Jian Jue was an innocent victim, since he was a disciple of Cuihu, it was also a natural choice to help the innocent. But if that innocent girl is implicated in the life of the sect's determined eradication target, it will be different, if she refuses to obey the "righteousness" and let the pair of young men and women fend for themselves, and force them to go into the lake to find their traces, and hold on to that glimmer of life for them, this will cross the line. It is true that Cuihu Land has never regarded his disciples as dogs and horses, but for a disciple who wants to inherit the position of the sect master and study the "Taiyin Sword Sutra", crossing the bottom line in the sect master's heart means that his wish will become ashes. The position of the suzerain, "Taiyin Sword Sutra", this is the wish of the master's life, and it is also everything that he dreams of, how can he give up for an enemy, so he went to Wuyi'an, so he put himself in front of his peers, did not give any truth to the competitors, and did not give the suzerain the opportunity to depose himself, this is obviously the best decision, but why is his heart aching, why do he feel that this small nunnery is like a small prison, strangling everything

Hope.

It seems that the mood is too disordered, the true qi in the heart suddenly began to stir, Ping Yan's heart shook slightly, knowing that he could not let this situation develop any longer, cultivating the supreme internal strength of the mind, regardless of good or evil, must be calm and calm, if you let the seven emotions disturb, even if you don't go crazy, it is inevitable that your skills will decrease. Thinking of this, she forcibly took away all the negative emotions in her heart, restored the mood of Gujing Wubo, and closed her eyes on the edge of the cold pond to breathe, after running for thirty-six weeks, she only felt that the qi was like a pearl, and there was no suffocation, she slowly opened her eyes, looked up and saw the moon shadow slanting westward, the light became more and more dim, and the scenery around her was as dark as obscure, and she could hardly see the outline.

Such darkness, such silence, the night is like a veil that covers all the light, even if it is the gods of heaven and earth, it is impossible to see the change of their expression in this thick darkness, unconsciously, Pingyan's cold face seems to have melted a little, I don't know whether intentionally or not, she turned her head to look at the north, that is the direction of Dongting Lake, on such a night, even the most seasoned fisherman boatman, should not be willing to look in the lake, only when it is dawn, will someone go to find Zijing and Qingping, the vast and boundless Dongting Lake, I don't know how many Jedi like the Devouring Reef, unless it is such a skill, who can volley through the void, go in to explore one or two, It is very likely that in the remaining six days, Wang Wuheng and Liao Shuiqing, the princess of Han, tried their best, but they could not find them, it is very likely that they will never be able to fight with that young man in this life, and it is very likely that the hidden danger of Cuihu and the royal family will disappear in the middle of the day.

Slowly thinking about his thoughts, Pingyan had no joy or sorrow in his heart, at this moment, there was a sudden noise in the Buddhist hall in the distance, and then there was a light through the narrow window, and in a moment, the sound of wooden fish and the bell rang one after another, and the weeping Sanskrit chant came into the ears, and it was the time for the morning class in the nunnery. A sentence of scripture flowed in the bottom of his heart, Pingyan suddenly remembered the scene of living in the colorless nunnery when he was a child, at that time, the master also got up every morning to recite the scriptures, and he seemed to kneel in front of the Buddha statue and knock on the wooden fish, such a peaceful time, now I think about it is very nostalgic, if, I did not worship the green lake, but has been staying in the colorless nunnery, maybe I will be happier, right? Close his eyes and listen to the sound of chanting from the Buddhist hall, Pingyan only felt a peace in his heart, forgot about the green lake, forgot the way of the sword, forgot Zijing, forgot where he was, I don't know how long it took, the chanting gradually dissipated, Pingyan opened his eyes, and was glimpsing a pale moon shadow gradually sinking in the western sky, and the eastern sky had been dyed red.

The day is about to dawn, and soon someone will come to the pond to get water, Pingyan stood up, ready to go back to his temporary Zen room, just about to move, but found that there was a trace of coolness on his forehead, couldn't help but reach out, but it was a drop of dew, look around, Pingyan then realized that his robe had already been soaked in frost and dew, and even his sideburns were dyed with star frost, thinking that it was because he had stayed by the pool for too long, although he had true qi to protect his body, but he was inevitably invaded by frost and dew. Laughing at himself, Pingyan ran the true qi around his body, and a faint hot breath gushed out of the surface of his body, but he dried his clothes in a moment, but somehow, he suddenly remembered the scene of his first acquaintance with Yang Ning, he had no intention of breaking into his own diving place, but he was forced to compete in a duel, I don't know whether intentionally or not, he wore the snow-white brocade clothes he gave to catch fish in the lake, and made his whole body full of muddy water, in fact, he is obviously a very clean person, the first thing he did when he woke up was to bathe in the lake, with his martial arts, he wanted to wash the brocade clothes in the lake, and then dry them with his true qi as he was, it was much easier than himself, after all, his true qi nature was more masculine, but he just refused, so he wore that messy brocade robe to fight with himself, and now that he thinks about it, he is clearly fighting with himself.

Thinking of this, Pingyan suddenly had a thought, could it be possible that Zijing and Qingping chose the isolated place of Devouring Reef to spend their last days? Soon, Ping Yan vetoed his idea, not to mention whether Zijing could still find the devouring reef, most of the time he broke in, he was already delirious, and when he left, he was seriously injured and unconscious, and he may not remember the direction, that is, he still remembers, how could he choose the place of hidden cultivation of a strong enemy to spend the last time, Yan Zi Alum said goodbye, the tacit understanding between the two has probably been wiped out by resentment, otherwise how could Zi Jing refuse to even meet him for the last time, if the two of them were really there, wouldn't they mind that they could go at any timeFeeling that her idea was too ridiculous, Pingyan shook her head and smiled bitterly, and there happened to be footsteps in her ears, she didn't want others to see her slightly embarrassed appearance, so she used light skills to avoid it, and turned back to the meditation room.