Nightfall Chapter 56: Blue marks on the tomb

The dark-skinned young monk, whose title is Guanhai, is a closed disciple of Master Qishan, the elder of Lanke Temple. Now he does not have a specific position in the temple, but his seniority and status are extremely high, comparable to a host.

Last winter, it was Guanhai who went to Chang'an City in person, handed Ning Que's invitation to the Yulan Festival, and challenged him. Ning Que sat quietly by the Yanming Lake for half a day, and finally figured out For these things, he returned to the Nanmen Taoist Temple to fight with him and narrowly won.

Ning Que had a very good impression of the monk Guanhai, because although the young monk had a firm temperament, he was extremely gentle and amiable, and because the teacher had asked and learned from the master, and he kept admiring and admiring the monk, the young monk said I am extremely yearning and respect the disciples on the second floor of the college.

"Sure enough, it is the site of your Lanke Temple. I wanted to keep a low profile and don't disturb you. I quietly met with Master Qishan and left after I finished the matter. In the end, you found out."

Ning Que got out of the carriage, looked at Guanhai and said with a smile.

The sea monk looked at the dusty carriage, and said with a wry smile: "You can describe it as low-key. I received the shrine's book a few days ago, knowing that you were attacked on the way... Hey, uncle, you When will it break again!"

The sea monk suddenly felt that something had happened to Ning Que, which was very different from the time when he met in Chang'an last winter. He vaguely guessed the truth and couldn't help but exclaim.

Ning Que said: "I said it in Chang'an, just call me brother."

The sea monk hesitated for a moment, followed his request, and said: "Thirteen brothers...Brother, when you met last year, you were still in the cave profound area, how can you break through the border in such a short time? What's the adventure?"

As a Buddhist disciple, his temperament is calm and firm, not to mention that the sea monk has a deep realm, but at this time. His voice was trembling slightly at this time.

Ning Que said: "Where are there so many adventures, if you can often leave Washan, walk out of Lanke Temple to find some people in the world to fight a few more fights, it will not be so difficult to rise."

The sea monk looked at him with envy and awe. The spiritual world knows that Ning Que has been in the academy in just a few years, and now he has become a great practitioner of fate. It is shocking and speechless. .

Although it is a wonderful enjoyment to be watched by young Buddhist masters with this look. But Ning Que didn't have the time and energy to experience it slowly now. Said: "I wrote a letter in advance, can you read it?"

The sea monk glanced at the black carriage and said: "I have seen it. I don't know how the teacher's wife is now."

Ning Que praised: "This teacher's wife is very reasonable."

Then he said with worry on his face: "Please Ye Hongyu will barely suppress the cold breath in the body. It should not get worse in a short time, but the sooner this kind of thing is resolved, the better. When will I see it? Master Qishan?"

The monk watching the sea looked embarrassed and said: "My master spends years in the mountains behind the temple for meditation, and no foreign visitors are seen."

Ning Que looked slightly different and asked, "Isn't the Yulan Festival meeting going to be held soon?"

The sea monk shook his head and explained: "In the previous years, during the Yulan Festival, my family and teachers were also closed. It is these years that I followed my family to practice Buddhism, and I also quietly listened to the teachings across the door." /

Listening to this, Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking if he didn't see foreign visitors. What's the point of my coming? I have already made up my mind. If that's the case, then I have to force myself to see it.

At this moment, the sea monk said: "But the master will leave the customs for one day this time."

Ning Que's raised eyebrows suddenly calmed down. He looked at the sea monk and said helplessly, "You are the monk of Washan. You are not a storyteller in the Chang'an City Wafang. Can you speak so much? Tone?"

The monk Guanhai smiled a little apologetically, and suggested: "The day the teacher leaves the customs is the day after tomorrow. It’s better to rest in the temple for two days. Although it can’t be compared with the academy, it’s still quite beautiful. ."

Ning Que thought that Sangsang's condition had been stable recently, and he was very greedy for scenery in the carriage. So if you travel all the way to Lanke Temple, you should really take her around, at least to see what this thousand-year-old temple looks like, especially since he is a disciple of the academy and he is close to everyone, so he should go to the temple. Goodbye in front of the tomb.

"That's fine."

He thought of a question, looked at the sea monk and asked: "Since Master Qishan has lived in seclusion for many years, why this year's Yulan Festival can alarm his elderly? I know that the courts of the Central Plains came here to discuss famine The fact that people go south, the various sects may be for the legend of invasion of the underworld."

The monk Guanhai didn't know what he thought of, his gaze became a little complicated, and he said, "Perhaps that is the case."

Ning Que understood what the young monk was thinking at this time, and asked with a smile: "Now it is said that I am the son of Hades, then you are standing in front of me, or are you not afraid?"

The sea monk's eyes returned to peace and tranquility, and he looked at him with a smile and said, "How terrible is it?"

Ning Que could not help but feel a little puzzled when he saw that his expression was not fake, and asked: "Why is this?"

The sea monk bowed to the West Heshi, then straightened up and looked at him and said seriously: "Since the Master is willing to accept the brother as a direct disciple, how can the brother be the son of Pluto?"

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In the end, Ning Que did not live in the main courtyard of Lanke Temple. The monk of the sea led them to live in a quiet courtyard near the forest to the north, and did not disturb the monks in the temple. .

After eating some vegetarian meals and talking some gossips, the monk Guanhai stood up and said goodbye. Ning Que knew that although Master Qishan lived in seclusion all the year round, Guanhai, as the future host of Lanke Temple, looked like Yulan. During this time of the festival, it was inevitable to come forward to receive other spiritual sects, so he did not keep him.

Twilight gradually came, and there was drums not far away, and then night came. The handyman in the own temple burned hot water, and Ning Que served Sangsang to sleep with his feet hot. After changing a few talisman papers on her body, he lay down beside her in peace.

When he woke up, the sky was bright, and the bells of Lan Ke Temple came over again. He quietly listened to the bells if there was a rhythm but no rhythm, but it seemed boring, but it was quite pure, and felt peaceful. A lot.

After having breakfast under the service of handyman, Ning Que asked the big dark horse to play in the forest of the other courtyard, put a thick fur on Sangsang, and took her to the south of the courtyard. An iron gate walked into the back garden of Lanke Temple.

The monks in the temple should all be doing morning classes. Except for the birds who are diligent to get up early and survive, and the insects who are diligent in getting up early to survive but are unfortunately swallowed, there is no other movement.

A faint mist filled the woods, the main hall of Lanke Temple and several side halls in the distance. It is looming in the fog, and it looks extremely solemn and beautiful, as if the Buddha kingdom has come to the world.

Ning Que didn’t have much interest in the scenery of these ancient temples. His gaze stayed in the fog of Tallinn. The Tallinn consisted of dozens of stone towers, and each stone tower enshrined a powerful senior Buddhist priest. Ashes, according to reason, such an environment makes people feel gloomy and terrible, but the sound of chanting from the main hall in the distance. But turned everything into peace.

Tallinn is quiet. The trails are chaotic, and walking in them is like walking in a maze. If it is the first time visitors, it is easy to get lost, but he walks with Sangsang. However, there was no pause and hesitation, and he seemed extremely familiar, as if he had been here many times.

Sangsang raised his head and glanced at him, a little surprised, very puzzled.

Ning Que didn't notice it himself. Even if he noticed, he would think that it was because he was too familiar with the map he painted for him before leaving. Probably not thinking that this is because in the depths of his spiritual ocean, the remaining fragments of consciousness of Liansheng are guiding in the dark.

Walking to the northwest of Tallinn, beside a stone tower covered with moss, he saw a tomb, which was ordinary and unremarkable. However, in the Tallinn where Lanke Temple enshrines the bones of the predecessors of Buddhism, a very ordinary tomb appeared.

Ning Que took Sangsang's hand and walked to the tomb and noticed some moss marks on the tomb. But it looks very clean, and someone should come to take care of it from time to time. I am satisfied, and I have a better impression of the monks in the temple.

He gave a deep salute to the tomb.

This tomb has no tombstones,

But he knows who is buried in the tomb.

Buried in the tomb is a young woman. At least when she died, the woman was still very young. The woman used to be the best dancer in the world and had a very simple name.

Jane Xiaoxiao is buried in this tomb.

Red sleeve recruits everyone's sister.

The fiancée of Junior Master Uncle.

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"If she hadn’t been killed by Liansheng, then she would be my little sister and aunt. He might still be alive now, and even had several children with her. The youngest of them will be robbed. My junior brother is in this glorious position, and then I will compete with Chen Pipi for the honor of the most genius."

Looking at the tomb that was often cleaned, but there must be no one to worship for many years, Ning Que smiled emotionally and whispered: "There will be many ancestors in the academy, but the ancestors in the academy There are a lot of them, so I don’t mind if I want to come to the teacher."

Sangsang knelt down and stretched out her hand to remove a fallen leaf that had floated to the tomb last night. She didn't know what she was thinking at this time, but she felt a little cold, and subconsciously tightened the neckline of her fur.

Ning Que lifted her up in her arms, looked at the tomb in front of him, thinking of the beautiful woman in the tomb who danced the heart of the Buddha in front of Lanke Temple. She was so miserable that she died in the end. Heart touched.

"According to the truth, as a disciple of the academy, I should hate Liansheng very much. Even if I have a cool nature and have not been harmed by Liansheng, I have inherited some of his benefits, so I cannot have hatred. The only survivor of the murder in the General Mansion, why can’t even your teacher hate it now?"

Sangsang's teacher was the former Guangming great priest Wei Guangming. Ning Que had to worship this person for the first half of his life, full of despair and desperate desire for revenge, but at this time he said he didn't hate that person.

"Even Xiahou, I don't hate it anymore, or it's hard to think of this person." He frowned and kept thinking, muttering, "Is it really that cold-blooded?"

"Not because of cold blood, but because they are all dead."

Sangsang snuggled in his arms, looked at the tomb, and said: "Everything will disappear with death. I hate a person and love a person. No matter how strong it is, I will gradually forget it."

Ning Que knew what she wanted to say, but he didn't want to listen.

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(Today I have it, I will go to Harbin to attend a friend’s wedding tomorrow, but I will keep changing it, cough cough, maybe that’s all? Woo, if this goes on, I will really die in the next few days.)

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