Nightfall Chapter 16: In the city, there is a saint (part 1)

The priest had fat head and big ears, and was wearing a silk robe. When he spoke, his fingers were slightly raised in front of his nose. He was obviously uncomfortable with the smell of sewage in the streets.

Ye Su said: "Do I need approval for teaching in Linkang City?"

The priest said in a cold voice: "You have to teach these children to work, no one will pay attention to you, but it is said that at the end of every class you will teach a paragraph of Haotian doctrine?"

Ye Su said: "Not bad."

The priest looked at him and scolded: "It is an unforgivable crime for non-priest to misinterpret the doctrine.

Ye Su thought for a while, put the rice bowl in his hand on the window sill, and said, "If you want to ask my sin, I will go with you."

The priest looked at the serene look on his face and felt greatly humiliated, because what he wanted to see was a crying penitent, and he was used to getting pleasure from the role of a redeemer , So he felt very angry, took the whip from the guard, and yanked it down on Ye Su's face.

No one dared to stop him, even those children who were holding their jobs respected and loved the teacher, and at this time they only dared to stand aside, because he was a priest representing Haotian's will.

Ning Que stood outside the crowd, watching this low-level priest want to teach Ye Su for this reason. Naturally, he felt a bit ridiculous, thinking that he was really looking for death.

However, when the whip was pulled out by the wind, Ye Su still had no response. He lowered his head and stood in front of the broken house, as if waiting for the whip to leave a blood mark on his face.

Ning Que remembered that in the Battle of Qingxia, Ye Su was defeated by the sword of the second brother, and the snow-capped mountains were completely destroyed. Now he is just an ordinary person, or even a useless person, no longer the one carrying him back then. Wooden sword, a powerful man who walks proudly in the world.

Now he can't escape this whip, so naturally he can't escape the many whips that may be dropped later. A generation of Daoist wizards may have to quietly die in the hands of that mediocrity.

Ning Que is not ready to shoot because he has no reason to shoot.

Although a person like Ye Su died in such a humble manner, he also felt a little regretful, but he was unwilling to expose his whereabouts because of the other party. When he saw the blind man holding the sword in the crowd, he knew that regrets shouldn't happen.

The whip broke every inch in the foul air and fell into the sewage in front of the broken house. The priest looked at the handle of the whip in his right hand in a daze, wondering what had happened.

Then the five fingers of his right hand were also broken, the whip handle fell, blood was flowing, and the cross-section of Bai Sensen's bones, like five white-painted periods, announced his end.

The priest was pale, looking at his right hand, watching the blood dripping from his hand, trembling in pain, but bit his lip, and refused to make a sore sound.

He is not the kind of person with a pious and firm heart. The reason why he can endure the pain of severed fingers is because he, like Ning Que, also saw the blind man holding a sword outside the crowd.

From the moment he saw the blind man, the priest knew why the whip broke, why his fingers left his body, and knew that if he didn't want his head to fall, he had to endure it.

Xiling Temple has an incomparably respected position in any country outside the Tang Dynasty. The general princes and nobles dare not offend low-level priests. However, in the Southern Jin Dynasty, there is a place where Xiling Temple must be respected. The low-level priests were similar to pigs and dogs in the eyes of those people.

There is Jiange.

The priest did not dare to stay in front of the leather house for a while, and took a dozen guards, walked out of the streets with his head down, and when he passed the blind man with a sword, he even wanted to hide his head. Into the crotch.

According to the rumors, His Majesty the Emperor of Southern Jin died under the sword of this blind man. He didn't think that the life of his majesty and the life of these guards were valuable.

Liu Yiqing walked to the broken house and saluted Ye Su as a junior. He is now a strong man who knows his fate, Ye Su is just an ordinary person who has been abandoned by the snow-capped mountains, but his manners are still so respectful.

"My master invites you to enter the pavilion for meditation." Liu Yiqing said gently: "You are a pearl, why should you be covered in dust? My master thinks that there are always those ignorant and arrogant people in the world who want to do ridiculous things." /

Ye Su smiled slightly at the blind swordsman in front of him. This is the third time that Jiange has sent someone to invite himself. He also knows what Liu Bai said.

The Taoist School and the Academy are both defeated, and the situation has undergone a subtle-change, hiding countless years of knowledge and keeping, and it is no longer an unknown place where everyone worships and awes. Whether in the spiritual world or in the Xiling Temple, many people want to kill or bully him to gain some kind of spiritual strength or self-recognition.

He looked at Liu Yiqing and said, "I'm just an ordinary person. Those people who are still looking at me can't go too far. If that's the case, you don't need to bother."

Liu Yiqing said: "Mr. lives in a back alley, how to ensure safety?"

Ye Su said: "There are many ordinary people living in these streets and alleys. I hope I can live like them. If not, it probably means Haotian. Thank you for your kindness."

Knowing that it is impossible to convince him easily, Liu Yiqing shook his head helplessly, thinking that even if his realm was completely ruined, his speech might not be as proud as in previous years, but Ye Su is still Ye Su after all.

Liu Yijian left with a sword as a staff, and returned to peace before breaking the house. The eyes of the children looking at Ye Su became more and more enthusiastic. They are used to seeing **** conflicts in this area, so they can turn a blind eye to the five fingers that fell in the sewage, but they understand that the teacher is not ordinary people.

The children of the poor family were in charge early. This sentence makes sense after all. Otherwise, how could Sangsang become the current Sangsang? The children before the broken house used the wisdom of the market to see Ye Su’s extraordinary. He was not scared away, instead he took out the cuteness of the naive petty citizen and wrapped it around him.

Ye Su didn't care about the excitement around him. After the children had finished eating, he took out a small blackboard from the shabby house and began to teach the children. The scene suddenly became much quieter.

Ning Que stood on the periphery, listening to Ye Su's calm and gentle voice, watching him patiently explain the problem to the children, and suddenly felt that he saw the shadow of the big brother in this person.

The content of Ye Su’s teaching made him a little surprised. It has nothing to do with spiritual practice. At the beginning, I was talking about a way of weaving the head huā. Then I started drawing pictures and taught the boys how to do woodwork until When the class was about to end, he gave a simple doctrine.

Ning Que couldn't understand.

The twilight is gradually approaching, and parents shouting at their children are heard deep in the streets. Poor families eat only two meals a day, and the dinner time will always be earlier. If you are hungry, you can go to bed and go to bed.

Ye Su waved his hand to signal that today's class is over, and walked into the broken house with a small blackboard. The children walked respectfully to the ruined house, and then murmured and dispersed.

Ning Que walked to the broken house, looked at the wooden door that even the wind could not stop, and was silent.

According to the truth, he shouldn't have walked in, but this time repeating the red dust, what is looking for is a chance. In this riverside street of Cannes, he suddenly saw Ye Su. This is a chance. . He had gone to Xiling to die. It was a great opportunity to see him before he died, and he believed that he could kill the opponent at any time now.

He took two steps forward, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Ye Su said in the broken house.

Ning Que pushed the door and walked in. There were only four walls in the broken house. There was only one small bed and one water tank. There were many holes in the roof felt. The twilight leaked, but it was very bright.

Ye Su was surprised when he saw him, and said with a smile: "Why are you here?"

Ning Que said: "Wander around, but I didn't expect to meet you."

Ye Su asked him to sit down on the bed and said: "When encountering this kind of thing, it has always happened randomly."

Ning Que said: "Who would have thought that you would be hiding in the alley now as a teacher."

Ye Su filled a bowl of water from the tank, handed it to him, and said, "After the First World War in Qingxia, I went to Song Kingdom first, and then came here. I lived here for a while many years ago. "

Ning Que took the water bowl, thanked him, and asked: "Which trip was rumored to break the pass of life and death?"

Ye Su smiled and said: "As long as you look at things like life and death, you can't see through it. The pride of the year is actually a bit ridiculous now."

Ning Que's current state is not enough to fully understand this sentence, but he vaguely feels that although Ye Su's state is completely destroyed, in some respects it seems to have surpassed that year.

Ye Su asked: "Why did you come to the Southern Jin Dynasty?"

Ning Que said: "I'm just crossing the road, I am going to Xiling Temple."

After the First World War in Qingxia, Ye Su became a waste person, no longer a practitioner, and naturally didn't care about the affairs of the spiritual world. He didn't know that the Xiling Temple was going to open a light sacrifice, and he didn't care much.

Ning Que thought about the scenes he saw when he was teaching, and asked inexplicably: "With your realm of knowledge, as long as you are willing, you can spend a few years at most, whether you want to teach the Nanjin imperial examination champion or a strong practitioner , It’s not difficult, why did you talk about those things before?"

Ye Su said: "If you want to cultivate Taoism, you need talent. There are not many students with this kind of talent in Linkang City. Even if they did, they must have entered the sword pavilion a long time ago. As for why I taught those children to make heads huā Carpentry, it is because these skills can help them earn money in the shortest time, and then they can eat more bowls of rice."

Ning Que thought for a long time, and finally said two words: "Admire."

Ye Su said: "If you want to say admiration, it is better to admire your big brother. He taught in the market many years ago. What I am doing now is not new."

Ning Que said: "Senior brother is such a person, but you are on the road halfway, so it is more admirable."

Ye Su said: "I lived in the Chang'an City Xiaodao Temple for a while, and I really like the feeling of true meaning in the city. Now I am seeking peace of myself. Where is it worth admiring?"

Listening to the saying that there is true meaning in the market, Ning Que's hand holding the water bowl stiffened slightly. He looked at Ye Su's eyes and asked very seriously: "Can you teach me this? "