Nightfall Chapter 92: Where in the world is there any idler post management

Lao Bi Zhai does not support idlers, except for Ning Que.

Sangsang accepts the elderly to live here, and was even persuaded by his every means to start practicing divine art, sincerely calling him a teacher, but thinking of the old man’s wimpy appearance before meeting, she arranged a lot of housework for him. In order to prevent him from becoming the kind of tired old man who is carrying a teapot to go shopping in the street, picking his teeth and pretending to be pitiful and swearing at his daughter-in-law.

The old man was very uncomfortable at first. Since leaving the small Taoist temple of Song State decades ago, he has never done chores such as washing dishes and wiping tables, whether sitting on a **** seat or being imprisoned in the secluded pavilion at the foot of Taoshan. There are countless people serving his life. As a **** seat above the clouds, where do their hands touch the sun?

But now he must learn these things, because this is Sangsang’s request... He is Sangsang’s teacher, and he also thinks that the descendants should learn to respect the teacher, but he knows that if he doesn’t listen to this little As for the girl, then he might no longer be her teacher at any time, and this is something he absolutely cannot accept.

So, after proudly rebelling against the temple and breaking the cage set by the ruling priest himself, the best bright priest in hundreds of years fell into the cage of life in front of Sangsang.

If the devout followers of the Haotian Dao in the world know what the old man is doing now, know that he is washing, cooking, cleaning, and doing handyman in a back alley of Chang'an City, I am afraid that he will pass out in grief.

No matter how incredible things are, once you do it more often, you will get used to it until you are numb and even start to enjoy it. The great priest of Guangming seems to be unable to escape this cycle of heaven. The old man is standing on the stove with his cotton sleeves rolled up. At the same time, with the loofah in his hand, he was conscientiously washing the bowl, because the movements became more skilled and it seemed that he would not break the bowl today. Subconsciously, he was happy, and the old and graceful cheeks showed a child-like pride.

After finishing the housework arranged by Sangsang, the old man walked back to the front bunk and used two square tables to form a temporary bed. He took out the bedding from the corner behind the shelf and laid it out, then lay out the oil lamp and lay on it. go to bed.

The starlight of winter night sprinkled in Lin Forty-seven Lane, and some penetrated through the grate on the paved door. The old man looked at the frost-like starlight on the ground and pressed the leaky quilt, and let out a comfortable sigh .

He was very satisfied with his decision to leave Taoshan, very satisfied with his decision to come to Chang'an City, very satisfied with his current life, so he forgot why he left Taoshan in the first place, why he came to Chang'an City, and he rarely even thinks of the slander The shadow of color may be that he subconsciously wanted to extend this period longer.

It is a blessing to be able to find a descendant, and to find a descendant of Shinto like Sangsang is even more a kind of indescribable happiness. The old man believes that since a thousand years, there has never been such a character in the Haotian Taoist school, and probably will not appear again in the next thousand years. Sangsang will definitely be able to inherit his mantle, and will go further than himself, and will eventually see him The magical world that I once glimpsed intoxicatedly.

The old man felt that he was not far from death, but before he died he could see the future after death, and it was a bright future that made him happy and admired, how could he not be happy.

Sangsang in the house after the shop was also ready to go to sleep, filled with a bucket of remaining hot water and started to scald his feet. The smooth and delicate feet of a white lotus flower gently kicked the water, like a duck playing by the pond. Water is average.

A fourteen-year-old girl who lived alone, took in an old man of unknown origin, and the old man had been spying outside Lao Bi Zhai for many days in advance. This seems a bit wrong, but Sang Sang did just that.

This does not mean that Sangsang is kind and easy to deceive. She may be kind, but she has followed Ning Que to roll around in this world for many years. There is no way of knowing the sinister heart. The reason why she would take in the elderly is because she saw the elderly. The holy brilliance that oozes out between the fingertips, and then confirmed that after learning the gods, it can help Ning Que fight.

This reason is very important... In the past ten years, Ning Que has been fighting and killing people for her. She can only hide under the **** umbrella, and occasionally shout so many times, and she feels that she has become a big girl now. , Should be able to do more things, such as helping Ning Que fight when necessary and helping Ning Que kill.

After getting along for a long time, Sangsang even developed a family-like feeling of closeness with the old man, because she can feel who is really good to herself, she found that the old man treats herself only as good as Ning Que treats herself. Little bit.

"I don't know what the young master is doing now, is it cold over the wasteland?"

Sangsang opened his eyes and looked at the roof, with his small hands resting on the cool Kang, imagining Ning Que's life on the wasteland. This is the longest time she has been separated from Ning Que, and she can't get used to it.

Because Ning Que is not at home, she feels that the newly built kang at the north end of the house does not need to be warmed up, so she habitually begins to be frugal. These days, the amount of silver charcoal under the kang is a bit pitiful, and the kang noodles are a little bit cold. people.

Take out the charms left by Ning Que from the cabinet, and carefully stick them to the outside of her underwear. Logically speaking, except for Ning Que, others were unable to arouse the enthusiasm in these failed flames. He obviously forgot about it. But I don't know why, perhaps because she started to practice divine art, her body gradually warmed up.

The winter of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse came earlier and colder than ever before. Sangsang raised his little hand to his mouth and fainted two breaths of heat. Seeing the mist in her eyelashes, she thought of something. After she was taken aback, she took Ning Que's bedding from the large cabinet, opened the door and walked into the front bunk, gently covering the old man's body.

The warm bed is the most insidious enemy to get up, so the old man woke up late the next day. He looked at the bright sky outside the shop, thinking about forgetting to line up to buy the hot and sour noodle soup, and was shocked.

When he got up in a hurry to prepare to wash, he saw a piece of paper held down with a stone on the small bench next to the well.

On the note are sangsang young but beautiful handwriting.

"Only at night I remembered that an older sister called me to eat at her house. She would be there for about a day. Teacher, you don’t have to wait for me to eat. If you don’t get noodle soup when you wake up late, go to the next store to eat. , I told Aunt Wu."

Watching the snow on the black tiles at the south gate of Haotian Road, quietly looking at the vermilion palace wall not far away in the morning light.

Datang State Master Li Qingshan coughed slightly, and frowned slightly as he looked at the file on the case.

The official of the Tianshu Division who came to report the report bowed his hand and said solemnly: "Mr. Thirteen has left the palace, he must have entered Tianqi Mountain now, and I don’t know if he can find the Demon Sect Mountain Gate. As for the book of heaven...Master of the National Teacher, if the court does not send a master over, I am afraid it will be difficult to grab a hand in front of the temple."

Li Qingshan shook his head and said after a moment of silence: "When your Majesty asked Ning Que to go to the wasteland, the imperial court did not know about the book of heaven. Later, he decided to let him try. It has nothing to do with the imperial court. It has nothing to do with Nanmen and Tianshu. It doesn’t matter. This is what the second master of the college meant, so this matter is a matter of the college, you don’t need to think about it."

You don’t need to think too much, it’s because it doesn’t make any sense to think too much. The book of heaven that falls on the wasteland is enough to attract the attention of too many forces, especially the Xiling Temple obviously has made sufficient preparations for this, although intelligence It is said that the head teacher still has three gods in Momoyama, but who knows whether there will be people in Guanli?

Faced with this situation, unless the Great Tang Empire made a full attack, it was possible to defeat the temple and grab the book. However, the court was obviously impossible to do so. It was only Li Qingshan who was very puzzled by the academy. He would pin all his hopes on Ning Que, knowing that that guy's realm is really bad enough.

Li Qingshan didn't spend too much time and energy on this matter, and began to read other files sent by Tianshu. His current mind is all focused on searching for the traces of the great priest of Guangming. Master travels far, but there is such a powerful and terrifying **** seat lurking in the city of Chang'an. Both his Majesty and him will feel intensely uneasy.

The ambush at the General’s Mansion ended in failure. Although the empire did not suffer any losses, the South Gate of the Haotian Road and the military conspired to move out for a long time, but they did not gain anything. A fiasco.

In that battle, Li Qingshan never fought head-on with the great priest of Guangming, but he knew he had lost, and the way he failed made him feel very humiliated. If he knew that the other party was working as a dishwasher at this time, might he be in a better mood?

Where are you hiding?

Stepping on the ebony wood floor, the national teacher walked out of the hall gate slowly, stood by the railing and watched the withered flowers and remnants of snow. After being silent for a long time, he walked away from the south gate. His eldest disciple He Mingchi hurriedly followed, took a look at the clear sky, and thought that there might not be snow today, but still held the yellow paper umbrella under his arm.

The top floor of Wanyan Pagoda Temple.

The boxer monk duly copied Buddhist scriptures, listening to the sound behind him, looking back, looking at Li Qingshan's haggard face, he sighed softly in his heart, and stood up to welcome him. He looked at the other party with a tired expression, and said: "According to the gods of the oracle, the Ming scroll should be resurrected in the wasteland and cannot be separated from the position of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate. But a few days ago, you thought about a book. The cinnabar pen is on the map. The location of the upper finger is on the shore of the Hulan Sea, and there is still some distance between the two places."

The top of the tower is quiet, and Huang Yang does not have the habit of calling young monks, so the conversation between the two will not be heard by others.

Li Qingshan shook his head and said: "That volume of heavenly books is ultimately a Taoist holy relic. There is really no reason for the court to take action. My South Gate is even more embarrassed. Now that the Academy has accepted it, I no longer pay attention to this matter. ."

Huang Yang looked at him quietly and suddenly said, "Do you want to keep paying attention to that matter?"

Li Qingshan said calmly: "The God of Light is in the city of Chang'an. Your Majesty will not allow the temple to send people to come. That is my responsibility. I am the Great Teacher of Tang Dynasty, so I have the responsibility to guard the empire and this capital city." /

Then he looked at Huang Yang and said seriously: "You have to be more careful these days."

The Huangyang monk Heshi said slowly: "What kind of person is the God of Light, I am just a small person who hasn't argued with the world and hid in the broken tower and copied the scriptures. How can he think of coming to me to confirm his cultivation. "

After saying this, he walked to the tower, looked at the majestic Chang'an city under the clear winter sky, smiled calmly and said: "If he really dares to come, although I am incompetent, if he does not reveal the real realm , Without any reason, I quietly erased me from this world. At that time, the great formation of Chang'an City will be able to suppress him in an instant."

Nowadays, whether it is the Xiling Temple or the Datang Empire, it is not clear why the Guangming God Seat came to Chang'an City after escaping from Taoshan. If it is because of the prophecy and the old things more than ten years ago, I always feel a little unreasonable. If he wants to be unfavorable to the Datang Empire, then Li Qingshan and Huang Yang monks are undoubtedly the most likely targets for him.

In this case, the previous words of the Huangyang monk had the compassion and fearlessness of adjusting the tiger with his body. Li Qingshan looked at the old monk's clothes on his body, was silent for a moment, shook his head and said: "Too passive, we must find Him."

The Huangyang monk turned around and found that there was a chessboard in front of Li Qingshan, and his hand was reaching towards the chess box.

He was slightly startled, and said: "Are you going to start a Gua?"

Li Qingshan reached into the chess box with his right hand, touched the cool chess piece, and nodded.

The boxer monk frowned and said: "Your ability to see the sky comes at the cost of longevity, why is this?"

Li Qingshan said calmly: "These days, my brother has been looking for the traces of the Gods of Light in Chang'an City. To this day, he still has nothing. He took huge risks and I always do something."

Master Yan Se is the most powerful runemaster in the world. Even at the Xiling Temple, he can sit on an equal footing with the master and the gods. Wei Guangming is the most remarkable **** of light for hundreds of years. No one in the world knows these two. Who is more powerful than this big figure, but this kind of search encounter is extremely disadvantageous to the rune master.

The crisp sound came to the world in advance like a spring rain.

Dozens of chess pieces jump and spin on the chessboard, then calm and stop moving.

These chess pieces were randomly picked out by Li Qingshan from the box. However, it is amazing that there is only one white piece, and the rest are all black pieces. Those black pieces made of matt stone are silently piled up on the left half of the board, surrounding the white piece in the middle.

Li Qingshan looked at the chessboard in silence for a long time, and then said: "He is still in Chang'an City, not far from us."

This winter, Chang'an City seemed to have been stimulated in a certain way. It became as moody as it was in summer. It was sunny last night and this morning, but in a moment, the sky was covered by gray snow clouds, and scattered snow fluttered.

He Mingchi raised his head and glanced at the sky, listening to the sound of footsteps in the tower behind him, he hurriedly pulled out the yellow paper umbrella from his armpit and opened it, looking at Guo Shi’s haggard cheeks, his heart could not help but tighten.

Returning from Wanyan Pagoda back to the south gate, He Mingchi went directly to the back kitchen and stared at the handyman decoction himself. As a major disciple of the Great Tang State Master, he did not have very good aptitude in cultivation. He knew that he There is no way to persuade the teacher not to waste his mind or even start his life, so he can only do what he can.

He held the hot medicine bowl and walked slowly into the quiet hall.

Li Qingshan sat by the window and looked at the flying snow outside, listening to the footsteps without turning his head, waved him to put down the medicine bowl.

He Mingchi did not put down the medicine bowl, but knelt beside him, lowered his head and raised the medicine bowl high with both hands, silently and stubbornly asking the teacher to take the medicine first.

Li Qingshan sighed helplessly, took the medicine bowl and slowly drank it into his abdomen, and then said with emotion: "You are so silent and stubborn, even if you are in charge of Tianshu, it is not appropriate. If I die in the future, What can you do?"