Nightfall Chapter 13: The past is like dust

Ning Que used a talisman to set up a barrier in the ruined temple. He didn't worry that the sound from the front of the temple would reach the back of the temple, but even so, he still paid attention to the voice of speaking and didn't want the blind monk to hear it.

The sea monk sighed and said, "He was expelled from Chang'an City, and has been wandering in the world. Although the realm is still there, but his eyes cannot see things, he naturally has a hard time. The year before last, he wandered to Washan. I was discovered by the monks in the temple, and since then I have been repairing with me in Lanke Temple."

Ning Que looked at the back of the temple, thinking that the Yin monk’s biological father was killed by himself in the Western Wilderness, and the Xuankong Temple had already expelled him. Naturally, he would no longer care about his life and death. He would have been wandering around the world for these years. It was bleak, but he just thought about it, but he couldn't give birth to no sympathy.

"Thank you brother." He looked at the sea monk and said, "I'm sorry to ask you to tell those stories."

The sea monk sighed and said: "Although he committed many crimes in the past, but his eyes are already blind, and he has nothing to do with the world in the temple, why bother to drag him into the world to be tortured?"

Ning Que said: "If he is really free of dust, how can he leave Washan with you?"

The sea monk looked at him and said: "I can understand the feelings of the Tang people, but if I want to do something, why should I entrust others? Why bother?"

Ning Que said: "Yes, the hard-working brother brought him here. It really doesn't make much sense. It's just an excuse. The academy doesn't want to give Daomen an excuse, and I need an excuse to convince myself to do something."

The monk Guan Hai said with emotion: "The teacher didn't know which path you would take in the future. Now it seems that I can't help but worry a little."

Ning Que said: "Master entered Qishan, how can I not think that I will go astray?"

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In the dark, Ning Que walked into Yangzhou City. He came to the outside of the city guard mansion and looked at the bushes of green bamboo sticking out of the courtyard wall. He was silent for a while, his knees were slightly bent again, and he jumped to the top of the wall, stretched out his right hand like lightning, and held the uneven bamboo, like a thin cloth. Slipped into the mansion quietly and quietly.

Wang Jinglue has already left at this time, and is probably preparing for the Fuchun River. He is the only one who enters the city guard mansion. He does not use amulets or holds a knife, but with incredible physical strength and intensity, Easily entered the deepest part of the city guard mansion, no one could find him.

In terms of the realm of cultivation, he is now a strong man who knows the realm of fate, but the most important thing about his real power is the body of the demon and the identity of the magical runemaster after practicing awe-inspiring.

In Qinghe County, no one can pose a threat to him except the two powerful family members, 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 carrying Zhong Dajun. Zhong Dajun was not unconscious, but could not speak, his pale face was full of horror.

Ning Que walked to the courtyard wall casually like a bag of rubbish, raised his arms and threw him out of the wall, only to hear a muffled noise before he jumped out.

Some blood was spilled on the street outside the courtyard wall, Zhong Dajun's face became paler, his facial features convulsed in pain, and some bones on his body were probably broken, but he was still speechless, even until this time, he was still not Knowing who actually sneaked into the mansion quietly and restrained himself.

When he came to the ruined temple outside Yangzhou City, Ning Que threw Zhong Dajun on the ground, then poured a bowl of herbal tea and drank slowly. Zhong Dajun realized that he could move his hands and feet. He didn't try to escape for the first time, but clutched his painful chest and coughed out the **** foam that had been held in his throat for a long time.

Because of pain and panic, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of a bean. His arm was shaking and sweating, and he calmed down forcibly, before he dared to go there and see what the person looked like.

Zhong Dajun is a son of Qinghe. He was born with a golden key since he was a child. He has been very smooth throughout his life. He made great contributions in the rebellion last year, and he has a high position. If he has any regrets in his life, it is naturally That person named Ning Que, that former college classmate.

So of course he remembers Ning Que. Even if Ning Que becomes gray, he can recognize it. How could he forget the man who brought him endless humiliation back then?

What made him feel even more humiliating was that after seeing 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, but only with fear and despair.

Even if he is now in Yangzhou city, where is he qualified to compare with Mr. Thirteen of the Academy? The confrontation between Prince Longqing and Ning Que could be a good talk from another angle, but if the world knew that he had secretly hated Ning Que for many years, he would definitely ridicule him endlessly.

Just as Zhong Dajun thought of it with unwillingness, self-deprecation, helplessness and despair over the countless nights in the past few years, Ning Que has basically forgotten those little stories in the academy back then, he did not know Zhong Dajun was like this He hates himself, but he really hates Zhong Dajun.

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 tremblingly asked: "What are you going to do?"

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

Seeing the look in 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 did this.

"Why?" he asked.

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

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

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

Ning Que still didn't speak.

Zhong Dajun knelt down in front of him, spread his hands, and desperately argued: "I'm acting on orders, and I'm just a small person in Qinghe County. If you want to kill people and build power, it doesn't make any sense to choose me. Not to mention. If people know that you have left Chang'an City, the powerful Daoist will come to kill you, why do you take this risk for a little person like me, who is worse than a slug?"

Ning Que looked at him quietly, never saying a word.

Zhong Dajun was desperate, and yelled in horror: "When you killed the people in the guild hall, you had not signed a peace agreement, but if you kill me now, it is a provocation to the temple! The temple wants to return to the world, how can this happen? Do you want to start the war again? What do you want to do?

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

"Are you scaring me, right?"

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

He seemed to have grasped the point of this matter, waving his arms excitedly, and loudly said: "I understand! You are scaring me! I am not scared of Zhong Dajun!"

Ning Que smiled upon hearing these words and left the ruined temple.

Looking at the closed temple door, Zhong Dajun's face was full of stunned expression, his arms were still in the air, and he didn't understand what was going on now, why did the other party just leave like this?

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

When the voice fell, a monk walked out from behind the temple with a bamboo stick. He was wearing a cloth robes, his head slightly tilted, his eyes sunken, and the inside was as dark as a hole.

Zhong Dajun looked at the blind monk, subconsciously replied: "Yes."

Hearing his answer, the blind monk laughed. The laughter was hoarse and loud, hitting the walls of the ruined temple, shaking all the dust down, but looking so bitter.

Zhong Dajun felt a little weird and asked: "Who are you?"

The blind monk was silent for a moment, and slowly said, "The poor monk enlightens the way."

Zhong Dajun thought this name was familiar, but he forgot where he heard it.

Enlightenment walked up to Zhong Dajun, squinted his blind eyes, looked at the opponent he didn't see, and asked indifferently: "Have you stayed in Chang'an City?"

Zhong Dajun became more alert and cautiously replied: "Only stayed for two years."

This blind monk is the illegitimate son of a certain great virtue in Xuankong Temple. He was expelled from the wasteland because of his misconduct. After he set foot in the world, he did not know how many love debts he incurred and how many good women were ruined. He once attended the college The climbing test on the second floor was also the day when he met Ning Que and Sangsang.

He fell in love with Sangsang at first sight, and wanted to get close. Unexpectedly, he was first driven by Master Yan Se, and then burned blind by the great priest of Guangming, and he became a waste man ever since.

He is a yin monk in the red dust. He has no contact with the spiritual world. He doesn’t know the major events that happened in the spiritual world. After being blind, his heart is ashamed, wandering in the world, and unable to retreat after going to Lanke Temple. I forgot the past, and the stories told by Senior Brother Guanhai were about to be forgotten, or even what the little girl looked like, but he never forgot the name that the person reported on the mountain road.

School, Zhong Dajun.

He didn't hear all the conversation between Ning Que and Zhong Dajun, only the last sentence said by Zhong Dajun. He thought he had been far away from the world, without love or hatred, but he suddenly heard that name in this ruined temple today, only to realize that Yuanzui was still hating.

He hated himself for being blind, hated that she was blind and saw the little girl, hated that the little girl was blind and wanted to follow the man named Ning Que, hated that she had lost everything, but that person had everything.

"It’s no wonder the brother wants to bring me here. He wants me to see my heart clearly and find true peace. However, I can only let the brother down, because only by killing you can I be able to Gain true peace and liberation from the abyss of hatred."

Enlightenment looked at Zhong Dajun and said seriously.

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

Wu Dao calmly said: "Please rest assured, I will use a very correct attitude to kill you seriously."

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

Anything to be done seriously must be focused, and concentration will be slow. If you want to come to this night, in this ruined temple where there is no incense, he will die very slowly.

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The miserable and inaudible screams and begging for mercy continued from the ruined temple. The two somewhat old doors seemed to be trembling slightly as if they could no longer bear to look at the pictures in the temple.

Ning Que stood in front of the temple, listening to the sound coming from behind, remembering the scene when he was hunting with the old hunter for the first time. At the bottom of the sinkhole was the beast that was pierced by a dozen bamboo sticks but could not die. , Which seemed to resemble the screams made by this clock Dajun, he couldn't help laughing.

The monk watching the sea looked at the expression on his face, silently pronounced the Buddha's name, and said bitterly: "You are indeed enchanted. I will do this evil with you. It is difficult to see the Buddha country again in this life."

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

The sea monk shook his head and said: "Good and evil are in your heart, deception is evil. Although Wudao Junior Brother said that he had done countless evils in the first half of his life, but he had repented and reformed in the temple, but I lied to him to kill people. My sins are even worse."

Ning Que said: "I said earlier that since he is willing to follow you to leave Washan, it means that he still has nostalgia for Hongchen. At this time, it seems that the attachment is hatred. How can we resolve hatred? Dharma is not good. Nor do the teachings work. Revenge and revenge, without repaying with pain, how can the hatred brought by pain be solved? After tonight, the hatred of enlightenment can be solved, and there is no greed for Hongchen. In the future, I can’t say that I can still enlighten the Dao. No matter how you look at it, brother, you are doing good deeds, where do you get evil?"

"I can't tell you about you."

The sea monk said guiltily: "But I know that my behavior is definitely not pleasing to the Buddha."

Ning Que said: "The Buddha is just a practitioner. How can we determine our right and wrong based on his right and wrong? If you are worried that you will not be able to see the Buddha kingdom again in this life, how about I build a true Buddha kingdom in the world for you?"

The sea monk does not know how to answer the conversation.

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

Enlightenment opened the door of the temple, staggered out, spreading hands full of blood, facing the surroundings, crying out: "Brother, where are you? Where are you?"

Ning Que quietly walked aside.

The sea monk stepped forward to support enlightenment.

Wu Dao sat down on the ground, holding his leg and crying, tremblingly said: "Senior brother can't help the brother's teaching."

The monk Guanhai also wet his eyes. He glanced at Ning Que who was standing beside him with mixed emotions to say goodbye, and then he supported Enlightenment and walked into the dark night.

Ning Que looked at the **** scene in the dimly ruined temple and stood quietly. When there was a voice from the official road in the distance, he turned and left when he saw the dots of torches.

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