Nightfall Chapter 152: Invitation from Lanke Temple

The young monk was about "fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome face and a kind, dark complexion, and his thin monk clothes fluttering in the wind, which seemed to be out of the dust, but it is still cold, and I don’t know why he is so afraid of the cold. .

Ning Que was wary, but did not show his expression, smiled and asked: "This master recognizes me?"

The monk smiled slightly and said: "The poor monk uses guessing."

Ning Que asked in astonishment: "Can this be guessed too?"

The monk calmly said: "Because the poor monk has seen a bookworm, I guess you are Mr. Thirteen."

Ning Que thought about the recent rumor that had become more and more effective in Jie Lie, and couldn't help but smile.

Mo Shanshan looked at the young monk, his sloppy gaze gradually condensed, remembering the situation when he met the other person in his early years [Baidu Jiangyeba YY:108052], and said with a little surprise: "It turned out to be Brother Guanhai , It’s good these days, why are you here in Chang'an?"

Through her introduction, Ning Que realized that the young monk was Guanhai, the closed disciple of the elder Lanke Temple, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

This world is different from the world where Ning Que once lived. Not every housewife is a master of both Buddhism and Taoism. Compared with Haotian Tao, the influence of Buddhism is relatively small, and Buddhism is not prosperous. Wei.

However, Lanke Temple is so famous, especially for ordinary people. No one knows about Xuankong Temple, but everyone knows Lanke Temple. For practitioners, Lanke Temple is more famous than Moon Kingdom. The status of White Pagoda Temple is even higher. Even Ning Que, who has no knowledge of Buddhism, has heard of Lanke Temple's name and was deeply impressed.

There have been too many stories in that thousand-year-old temple. Master Liansheng made a big noise because of arguing with the elders of Lanke Temple. Later, he lived in seclusion in the temple for several years, and the demon sect that completely changed the face of the current world of practice was destroyed. The **** incident that started the incident also originated in front of Lanke Temple.

Ning Que first heard of Lanke Temple's name when Prince Longqing first entered Chang'an City. Because Longqing was also defending at Lanke Temple, he became famous. At this time, thinking about it, he couldn't help thinking about the world. If a practitioner wants to be famous, do they have to pass through Lanke Temple and participate in a college debate organized by the other party?

Because of these stories, Lanke Temple has a very special status in the spiritual world, and the elders who have lived in the back mountain all the year round have a very high generation. Since the young monk in front of the umbrella is a disciple of the elder Lanke Temple, It is reasonable to say that the status is higher than the legendary seven sons of Buddhism.

According to Ning Que’s personality, he should have gotten close to this young monk named Guanhai Haosheng, but these days, because of the so-called entry into the academy, he has been wary of whether he will encounter other sects. Came to challenge, when I suddenly saw people from Lanke Temple appear in Chang'an City, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"It turned out to be the great virtue of Lanke Temple. I don't know why I didn't see the brother in the palace." He said with a smile.

The young monk did not dare to even dare, and said respectfully: "Where can the poor monk dare to call the Great Virtue, and the teacher is the disciple in front of the master, how can Lin Hai bear the name of Mr. Thirteen? As for the wasteland, the temple Li also received an order from the temple, but the disciples of Buddhism pay attention to being a monk and do not provoke the red dust so that they do not go."

Listening to these words, Ning Que secretly thought that if he didn't provoke the world, he wouldn't be greedy for those false names. He probably wouldn't make trouble for himself and feel a little more at ease, and see that the monk's clear eyes had some admiration for him. , Felt very comfortable, and asked with a gentle expression: "But I don't know what is important for the brother to come to Chang'an City?"

Whether it is a sedan chair or a bamboo sedan chair, two people always need to carry it, so Lin Hai humbly does not dare to admit that he is a senior, but Ning Que insists on calling it that way. From this point of view, the senior brother said it was really good, and he was smooth and adaptable. Ability, he is indeed the best candidate behind the academy.

Lin Hai took out a yellow cloth-wrapped envelope and said, “I changed the paperwork at the Ministry of Ceremony of your country before, and I was about to go out of the city to the academy, but I met Mr. Thirteen. Then this invitation was just delivered, so I can be lazy. A few steps."

"Invitation to the Academy?"

Ning Que opened the yellow cloth and found that the envelope was not sealed. He pulled out a thin piece of letter paper from the inside. The content on the letter paper was simple and clear. The elder Lan Kesi invited the college to send someone to participate in next year's Yulan Festival.

After the conversation with the senior brother, he knew very well that if there is any secular affairs in the college in the future, I am afraid that it will be handled by himself, then the Lanke Temple Yulan Festival must also be attended by himself. Fortunately, there is still another year. More time, you can prepare well, and I am sure that the people from Lanke Temple are sending invitations, and I can't help but feel more at ease.

He looked at Guanhai and smiled and said: "Brother came from Lanke Temple from afar, and should have done the friendship of the landlord, but I made an appointment with the mountain lord to travel together and enjoy tea and joy with the senior at night, I wonder if?"

The monk from Guanhai replied respectfully: "Mr. Thirteen, you are polite. The poor monk came to Chang'an by the order of the teacher. His schoolwork has been slowed down a lot. Now that the invitation card has been delivered to the husband, he will return to the temple later. "

Let’s go, let’s go, always going back to my home, Ning Que was very happy to think about this, but on the surface, he was extremely enthusiastic about staying and staying, even taking the special fake of men in Hebei County. Angry look.

The monk Guanhai declined repeatedly and said, “I really can’t delay my schoolwork. It’s just a rare trip to Chang’an City, and I can meet Mr. Thirteen himself. The poor monk has some difficulties in practice. I would like to ask Mr. Please for advice. Two."

"There is no problem at all. In the evening, I will order a table of all-vegetable noodles at Songhe Tower, and I will come with two urns of vegetarian wine. You and I will enjoy the wine and drink tea. Then we will have a good time... What did you just say?"

Ning Que said happily, pretending to be a person in the academy, and only then did he wake up.

There are many things in the world that do not need to be said, nor can they be said, because talking about Taiming will make each other's faces a little bit difficult. People who come out of places like academies, Xiling Temple, or Deception Temple generally have to pay attention to demeanor.

Since I am a practitioner from outside the world, how can I say nothing or a few cruel words like the ground ruffians in the world..." Then he picked up the watermelon knife and slashed it on the opponent's chest or bald head?

Even if you want to fight, you have to find a more beautiful dress and a more beautiful reason for this matter. People like Ning Que and Ye Hongyu who just want to fight, never care about their manners and posture, but only seek victory. It is really rare in the spiritual world.

And those beautiful clothes, the wonderful reason, is nothing more than asking questions about spiritual practice. You can refer to each other about the cultivation of the realm, and tear off all these external things. That is the naked truth: Please fight!

Confirming that the Lanke Temple monk had issued an invitation to fight, Ning Que's face changed slightly. Looking at [Baidu Jiangyeba YY:108052] his dark cheeks, he couldn't help but think of the complexions of Sangsang and Zhuoer. , I thought I seemed to be at odds with people of this skin color in my life.

After a while, he said sincerely: "The monks are compassionate, why bother with those false names?"

The monk Guanhai said more sincerely: "The poor monk has been practicing asceticism in the temple for many years. I often hear that the elders mentioned the past of asking for advice in front of the master's seat. I know that the academy is the best in the world. I wanted to visit for a long time, but I was always tied to my schoolwork. I came to Chang'an City today. I asked Mr. Shisan to understand the rare greed and hatred of the poor monk and give me some advice."

Ning Que stared at the opponent's eyes and found that the young monk's eyes were not only respectful or respectful, but admiration or admiration, and a firm will to fight in addition to a firm will to fight.

The other party is so respectful and admiring you, are you embarrassed to scold him? The opponent has such a firm will to fight, and he is still a monk who never eats meat and oil and has very little salt. Why can you convince him?

Ning Que didn’t know how to deal with the situation at hand. If he was in Weicheng before, he could run well, but now he is forced to carry the two mountains of Tang and the Academy. If he really runs , I'm afraid it's a little hard.

Actually, he was never afraid of fighting, let alone fighting, just worried about not winning the opponent.

Guanhai is the closed disciple of the elder Lanke Temple. In Ning Que's view, the closed disciple of the closed door has always been very powerful, such as the Shushen's closed disciple Mo Shanshan, such as the Master's closed disciple himself... Well, he must admit that he is the weakest academy in history, so he has no confidence in defeating the opponent.

If you can’t beat the opponent, you still have to fight. Sometimes it can be said to be courage, but sometimes it can be said to be stupid. Ning Que held a **** umbrella and fell into a long silence in the light snow of Chang'an City. Struggling back and forth between bravery and wiseness, but still can't get an answer.

Mo Shanshan has been standing quietly by the **** umbrella, probably guessing the pain in his heart at this time, his eyes drooping slightly, his eyelashes blinking, and it took a lot of effort to resist a smile on his face meaning.

The monk Guanhai is an honest person. Since childhood, he has been listening to the elders’ respect and admiration of the Master. He never thought that he could defeat the students on the second floor of the college. At this time, he saw Ning Que remained silent for a long time. Linguistically, I thought to myself that Mr. Thirteen probably didn't want him to lose too miserably, and couldn't help feeling a little moved.

"If Mr. Thirteen thinks that the poor monk's cultivation is humble, why not sit and participate in Zen?" he said sincerely.

Ning Que thinks that Lanke Temple is famous for being difficult to argue. Besides, you monk has a dark complexion and a sea-viewing name. You don’t want to know that you eat a lot of soy oil on weekdays, and you are very good at talking to people. Controversy, I want to sit with you and participate in Zen. Wouldn’t it be necessary to retreat silently before three breaths, and formally declare the defeat of the first battle?

Losing is not a problem. The problem is that the big brother will not let himself lose. The problem is that it will shame the college and shame the master, and the master seems to be very embarrassed. Then this will cause a series of very serious problems.

Ning Que looked up like this, and touched the monk's clear and sincere gaze. His heart moved slightly, and suddenly he felt that he lacked something very important compared with the other party.

The falling snow spreads a shallow layer on the greasy surface of the **** umbrella.

Ning Que looked at the monk calmly and said, "Could you please wait for me for a long time, brother?"

The monks watching the sea join Shi.

Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do for half a day?"

"I need half a day to think about a very important issue."

After Ning Que finished speaking, he took the **** umbrella behind his back, and walked to the south of Chang'an city alone in the light snow. Half an hour later, he came to the large lake in the south of the city where the new Ling came out. Can Xuejian sat down slowly.

(The combination of words and sentences incompetence suddenly broke out, and the writing was extremely painful. I don’t know how to write the book, but today is the last day. I can’t drop the chain. I will continue to struggle like Ning Que. I will win. The next chapter It may be later, if it goes, it won’t be too late, thank you all.)