Nightfall Chapter 103: Human World (Part 1)

Since it is the Liting Pavilion, there is naturally parting. Zeng Jing softly comforted the wife in her arms. The wife turned her head from time to time, looking at the Sangsang in Liting with distress.

Sangsang's face was still expressionless, and she looked down at the tears that Mrs. Zeng Jing had left on her lapels. The tears quickly disappeared, and no traces were found.

Ning Que looked at the Xiongcheng in the distance, and thought silently: In the world is safe and sound, can you live up to Chang'an?

On the threshing floor of a village dozens of miles south of the city, the drinker slowly put down the hip flask in his hand and looked at a place with a very complex emotion on his face, a little sad and a little puzzled.

On the Taoshan cliffs countless miles away in the south of the city, the watcher sits in a wheelchair and looks at the blue sky outside the stone window. He sighs with emotion and says: "It seems that Haotian really needs our help."

Long Qing asked: "What do we need to do?"

The master watcher said: "Actually, Haotian knows very well what she should do. What we have to do is to prepare her for the future and welcome her arrival."

The gates of Chang'an City are closed tightly, and the four fields are empty and empty, looking extremely deserted, but no one knows. At this moment, there are countless eyes looking at the Liting in the south of the city.

Sangsang knew that many people were looking at her and waiting for her decision, but she didn't care. She was Haotian, and no matter what she did, she didn't need to explain to humans.

The big dark horse consciously pulled up the heavy black carriage.

Entering the carriage, Ning Que found that the Academy had prepared all the things she needed. He took out one thing from the hidden grid and inserted it into the intersection of the talisman line on the car wall. As a very faint light emerged, the carriage The symbolic array on the wall was activated instantly, and the carriage made of steel became a book review on the dust.

When Sangsang walked into the carriage, he was packing his luggage-the black arrow box, the black iron knife, the black umbrella, and the black carriage. It really looked like a night world.

The black horse-drawn carriage drove through the straight and spacious official road, past the cemeteries of Yan Se and Wei Guangming, past those dry reeds that looked like wheat seedlings in spring, and came to the green meadows.

Behind the cyan meadow is a towering mountain. There are chic and elegant buildings in front of the mountain. Before the building, there is a newly-built stone archway, and the sound of reading can be heard from the archway.

"Want to go back to the college to see?"

Ning Que looked at the familiar house scenery and asked Sangsang beside him.

Sangsang did not speak, but shook his head.

Suddenly, the sound of reading in the academy’s classrooms stopped for some reason, and then two extremely clear and distant music sounded, the flute and the piano played in harmony, as if to welcome a distinguished guest.

Ning Que got out of the carriage and saw the two seniors, Ximen and Beigong, who were holding the piano and Hengxiao, and the seventh and the remaining seniors. He saw Professor Huang He and he was still wearing blue cloth coats today. The female mathematics professor of, for some reason, he felt that his eyes were a little moist.

Sangsang sat in the carriage, quietly listening to the sound of the piano and flute. After listening for a long time, he finally lifted the blue curtain in front of the car and came to the meadow among the flowers and trees.

Many students in the college ran out and looked at the black carriage on the meadow with curious and confused eyes, wondering who the visitor was? It shocked the entire college.

These ordinary students in the front yard were newly recruited this year. Ning Que didn't know any of them, and no one knew him. He said to Senior Brother Si: "I hope they can live longer."

In the previous year’s war against the Tang Dynasty, the previous students of the academy, whether in the army or as officials in the difficult border counties, suffered extremely heavy casualties. He took Sangsang to walk the world and endure endless The pain and torture are not willing to give up, so naturally I don't want this to happen again.

Senior Brother Si looked at him and said: "Then it depends on you, Junior Brother."

Ning Que said: "Please rest assured, brother, I will work hard."

The four senior brothers nodded comfortably, and then turned to look at the sangsang in the flower tree. The disciples in the back of the academy and the teachers of the academy bowed to the ground.

Although they are hostile to the Dao Sect, most of the people in Tang Dynasty are still followers of Haotian, so no matter where Sangsang comes, anyone who knows her identity will inevitably pay homage to worship, and can't wait to go down to the dust.

The academy is a college after all. It is a matter of course to salute Haotian, but they will not kneel because they have lived with her, and because Haotian is an enemy.

When saluting, I naturally cannot play the piano**, and the music has already stopped.

When Ximen Weiyang straightened up holding the guqin, his eye circles had already turned red. He stared at the sangsang between the flowers and trees, tears finally flowed out, and said: "Why are you still not dead?"

Sangsang remained expressionless and said, "I will never die."

Senior Sister Seven has already laid out the floral cloth on the meadow, and is putting the meals prepared by everyone on the cloth. After hearing this, she quickly said: "Eat first, they will continue on the road. "

Just like in the back alleys of Lin Kangcheng in the Southern Jin Dynasty, people who have lived in academy will always think that eating is a big deal, even if that day is Haotian.

Interestingly, Sangsang seems to still retain the original habit of living in the back mountains of the academy. Although he was silent, he accepted the words of grapefruit and went to sit down beside the flower cloth.

Ximen Weiyang wiped away the tears from her face, sat next to her, picked up the chopsticks, and put all the vinegar pickled green cabbage that she once liked the most into her rice bowl, and then kept putting it in her mouth. Send it until both cheeks are bulging, only to remember that I should chew twice.

He chewed desperately, and the vinegar pickled cabbage head made a crunchy sound between his teeth. I don't know if it was too sour or something else. His eyebrows frowned very badly and looked a little painful.

Sangsang was a little unhappy, and Ximen Weiyang became happy. No matter how he cares about you as Haotian, you just have to think about it and you will be wiped out. Anyway, you don't want to be happy today.

The farewell meal is not a decapitated meal. It is miserable and miserable to eat, but this kind of scene is really impossible to eat. If it is not for worry, Ning Que will be hard to see again. In the mountains behind the college People of China, how could it be possible to invite Sangsang to dinner? It is very possible to ask her for a few dollars.

The picnic among the green grass, flowers and trees soon ended. Sangsang returned to the carriage, and the students onlookers gradually dispersed. Ning Que finished talking with the seniors and was about to leave, but was caught by Seventh Senior Sister Muyu Pulling aside, he whispered a few words, listening to the senior sister's explanation, his brows wrinkled.

"Which way to go?"

Walking into the car, he looked at the tired Sangsang and asked.

Sangsang said: "West."

Ning Que was silent for a while and said, "Why do everyone go west?"

Sangsang said: "Has Junmo gone?"

Ning Que said: "The second brother is going to practice Buddhism. What are you going to do in the Xuankong Temple?"

Sangsang did not explain.

Ning Que thought about the emotion of looking at the city of Chang'an from afar, and vaguely felt that there might be a so-called definite number in the dark, and the law of peace and security in the world could not lose everything... or is it just the Dharma?

The iron wheel lightly ran over the stone path in the meadow, quietly.

The black carriage headed west, as if going back to the past.

As soon as Ning Que and Sangsang started their journey, someone had already reached the west.

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In the extreme west of the wasteland, there is an endless cliff.

The cliff goes to the bottom of the ground, extremely steep, and is connected to one place for an unknown number of miles across.

In between is an extremely deep tiankeng, and the bottom of the tiankeng is an extremely wide wilderness.

In the middle of the wilderness, is an extremely majestic mountain.

If this mountain is above the ground, or higher than Tianqifeng, and because it is located in a tiankeng, you can only see the verdant peak from the ground.

There are countless ancient trees on the giant peak, and the greenery is lush. There are so many yellow temples and temples hidden among the trees. Together, these temples and the temples are the place unknown to the Buddha: the hanging temple.

The alcoholic stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the huge peak in the distance, looking at the peak parallel to his line of sight, and was silent for a long time, the expression on his face gradually became cold.

In terms of the time of cultivation, the Buddha is later than him and the butcher, but in terms of the foundation he created in the world and the realm he finally reached, it is far better than him.

As the master said, alcoholics and butchers cultivate desires. They have cultivated to the extreme of humanity, while the Buddha cultivates himself, and finally Nirvana has surpassed the scope of human beings.

Drinkers never came to the Xuankong Temple when the Buddha was preaching in the world. After the Buddha's Nirvana, he had visited twice, but never entered, just like he had never entered the Xiling Temple.

He has been a little uneasy.

At this time, looking at the yellow temples and Buddhist temples between the peaks, the anxiety in his heart became heavier and heavier. He faintly felt that the idea of ​​the subject had revealed an unimaginable fact.

Suddenly a clear and distant bell sounded in a temple between the giant peaks, and the bell sounded out through the forest's eaves. It took a long time to reach the wasteland next to the tiankeng and into his ears.

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There are two roads from Chang'an City to the Western Wilderness. One road goes directly west, crosses the Congling Mountains, enters the moon wheel, and then diagonally goes straight into the Western Wilderness, and the other is to go north into the wasteland first, and then go straight. oo.

Sangsang said to go to the west, but didn't say how to get there, so Ning Que chose to go north by himself, because there are many familiar scenery along the route, and he should have touched her when he wanted to come.

All the way to the north, the black carriage passed through Hebei County, straight into Minshan Mountain, passing the road where he picked her back, and passing the mountain forest where the old Orion lived, but her expression remained unchanged.

Ning Que was not disappointed. He believed that one day, Sangsang would be touched by memories and let her humanity overcome her divinity and become a real human being. At that time, he could sing with her.

Of course not singing the black pig, but reading the song that came to kill.

Ning Que has always maintained this optimistic idea or hope. It was not until the carriage passed the Beishan crossing and came outside the familiar Tucheng that he realized that everything had changed.

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