Nightfall Chapter 59: Takeshita meets old friends

In the autumn rain, Ning Que seemed to pray devoutly, but in fact he threatened the Buddha statue on the top of Wa Mountain extremely calmly, but he knew very well that the Buddha was already dead, and the one who could really cure the disease was in Washan. Master Qishan, so the next day he took Sangsang in a black carriage and went down the mountain road to Washan.

The mountain road behind the temple is still quiet, the tree beside the road is wet, and some traces of carriage wheels can be faintly seen on the gentle road surface.

Ning Que was sitting by the window, looking at the trails on the mountain trail, frowning slightly, thinking that the Yulan Conference will be held in front of Lanke Temple in a few days, even if the missions of various countries or the spiritual community want to discuss in advance Rumors of deserted people going south or invasion of the underworld should also be in Lanke Temple. Why are there so many carriages entering Washan today?

He naturally remembered the noble son of the Southern Jin Dynasty that he met in Lanke Temple yesterday morning. At that time, he had already guessed the identity of the other party, and he was able to let a Jiange know his fate to be by his side, except for Nanjin. The emperor can only be the prince, but what do these Nanjin people want to do when they enter Washan? "

The monk watching the sea, appeared again under the big locust tree, bowed to the carriage with one palm together, smiled and said: "The little monk thought that the thirteen brothers would arrive earlier."

Ning Que got out of the car in return and said casually, "Could it be that many people have already arrived?"

Guanhai said: "That's it."

Ning Que asked: "I don't understand what this means."

Guan Hai was stunned, and then I realized that Ning Que really didn’t know what it meant for his teacher to open the cottage. He explained seriously that every time the elder Qishan opened the cottage, he would choose a person with destiny to answer the other person. The confusion in the heart, or to help that person point out a certain direction in life.

It’s not uncommon for Buddhist masters to enlighten believers. There are many such legends in the Moon Kingdom, but in the eyes of the world, Master Qishan is not an ordinary Buddhist master, and decades ago, the master What he said several times when he opened a house to clarify the doubts of a destined person was later proved to become reality.

The ability to do this seems to prove that Master Qishan can predict the future. This is even more miraculous than the oracle seat of the Xiling Temple, and even some of the legendary Buddhas have the patience to respond to requests. Naturally, all people in the world are enthusiastic.

After the murder of Lanke Temple, Master Qishan was probably heartbroken by the evil of his friend, and he was also affected by the blood in front of the temple. He has not been closed for many years. This year, it is rumored that the master will open one day. After a great event in the spiritual world, the practitioners who participated in the Yulan Festival and the dignitaries from various countries did not hesitate to choose to enter Washan to see if they had the luck to become a destined person in the eyes of the master.

Only then did Ning Que know that the five characters of Lanke Temple elders still have this meaning to everyone in the world. When he was about to say something, he suddenly heard the melodious bell ringing in Lanke Temple in front of the mountain.

The bell in the morning and the drum in the evening are Chang Temple in the Buddhist temple. However, the bell for the morning class had already sounded this morning, and for some reason it would ring again at this time, he couldn't help but feel surprised.

The sea monk was originally a monk in the temple. He heard more messages from the bell, and his expression changed slightly.

Ning Que asked: "What happened?"

The sea monk said: "A faraway visitor arrives. The abbot told me to come and greet me with the sound of a bell."

Ning Que said: "Then you go quickly."

The monk Guanhai was very grateful and sincerely apologized to Ning Que, then saluted Sangsang through the car window and hurriedly left.

Looking at the back of the young monk floating on the mountain road, Ning Que raised his brow slightly and said nothing. He sat on the soft cushion in front of the car, kicked the **** horse's buttocks lightly, and said, "Go."

The big dark horse was late to catch the autumn grasshoppers in the temple last night. Today, I was a little sleepy. After being kicked by Ning Que, he woke up, cheered up, and drove to the depths of Washan.

Sangsang's worried voice sounded amidst the rumbling: "The person who came must be a big man."

The characters who can make Lanke Temple ring a grand bell and let the sea monk pick up in front of the temple are of extraordinary origin. Ning Que has long understood this, but even if he feels inferior and self-pity People also have to admit a fact with a bit of narcissism, joy and helplessness:

Nowadays, there is no more powerful person in the world than his background. To put it simply, no matter where the people who startled the ringing of Kesi bells come from, they cannot be bigger than his background.

Because of this, he was a little puzzled about the identities of the guests in front of the temple. Why would the sea monk not accompany himself, a disciple of the academy, but to accompany each other, and hearing that Sangsang was worried, it made him feel funny and confused. Sangsang has always been a person who ignores these things. What is she worried about?

Sangsang whispered: "Master Qishan will only select one person who is destined to answer each other’s questions and puzzles. Today, there are so many people in Washan, and there must be many big people. , I don’t know if the master will choose me to be a destined person to see a doctor for me."

Ning Que said with a smile: "It is enough for you to have a fate with me. What fate do you have with the old monk who has lived a hundred years? As for the others, don't worry about it."

Sangsang pushed open the front door of the carriage, looked at his face, and said, "I'm just worried that you will be like when you were a child or entering the second floor of a college. Master, you will fight with many people."

"Our identity is here, who would dare to **** us? Even if a madman who is not afraid of teeth really wins us, does the old monk dare not heal you? Don’t say that he once asked the master, and There are some old friendships in the academy, even if he doesn’t miss the old feelings, now we are both in the academy and the temple in the right, Hao Ranqi and Wu Tian Shenhui are in our chests, and the teacher’s letter is hidden in our sleeves. Killing Buddha, when he wants to be cured, he still needs to be cured."

The horse-drawn carriage drove on the quiet mountain road, and the sound of crushing the wet road surface was very small. Ning Que's disrespectful voice to Washan floated among the branches and leaves of the locust tree and the autumn tree, lingering for a long time.

The mountain is gentle, and the carriage is very easy to drive on the mountain road, but the distance between the two places has become a little longer, the morning fog has cleared, and the black carriage will reach the tiger when the forest tops emerge in autumn. Before the leap.

The Tiger Leap River was a famous scenery in Washan, but in recent years, as more and more old monks choose to live here, the monks in Lanke Temple have stricter management of the access to Washan. It will only open for a certain period of time each year. These days, it is naturally closed, so there are no tourists beside the stream.

The absence of visitors does not mean that there are no visitors.

There is a stone bridge on the Tiger Leap Stream. The opposite side of the stone bridge is full of autumn forests. On this side of the bridge is this huge stone flat. On the stone flat, there is a green tree with a huge leaf canopy. A small stone table.

There have been dozens of people gathered under the big green tree. Those people are standing or standing, or talking in low voices, or being silent. From the gap in the crowd, you can vaguely see an old monk in yellow monk clothes. , Is playing against people.

The black carriage stopped a long way from the big green tree. Ning Que glanced from a distance and sensed the strong or weak aura of the human body, confirming that they were all practitioners, presumably from many different practices. sect.

The people around the stone table under the big green tree are mostly focused on the game, while some people are talking about something politely around a luxuriously dressed young man.

It was the Southern Jin prince I met in Lanke Temple early yesterday morning. Now that Ning Que guessed his identity, of course he would not be surprised by this scene, just thinking about the hopeless ordinary practices in the world. The author, who has worked hard for half a lifetime, will eventually sell his skills to the emperor's house, and can't help but feel a little bit emotional.

When he saw the familiar figure of a young girl tens of feet away from the big green tree, under a row of verdant bamboos, his emotion returned from these practitioners unstoppable to himself.

It is obvious that many practitioners tried to approach the girl under the green bamboo, but because of awe or other original groups, they didn't dare to come forward, so they only dared to salute the girl from a distance.

So the girl was just standing alone under the row of green bamboos. Lonely and strong like green bamboo.

But in Zhan Ningque's eyes, the ground is more like those green bamboos.

I haven't seen it for more than a year, and she has lost a lot of it.

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