Nightfall

The young monk was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful face and clear face, a blackish face, and a thin monk's clothing fluttering in the wind. It was quite dusty, but now it is still cold winter, and I don't know why he is not so cold.

Ning Que was slightly vigilant, but his expression did not flow out. She smiled and asked, "This master recognizes me?"

The monk smiled slightly and said, "The poor monk is guessing."

Ning Que asked in surprise: "Can this be guessed?"

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

Ning Que thought of the rumors that had become increasingly fierce, and could not help laughing.

Mo Shanshan looked at the young monk, his slack eyes gradually fixed, remembering the situation when he met with the other party earlier, and said with amazement: "It was Brother Guanhai. It's good lately. Why did you come to Chang'an?"

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

This world is different from the one where Ning Que once lived. Not every family is a master of double cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism. Compared with Hao Tiandao, the influence of Buddhism is relatively small, and the Dharma is not prosperous.

However, the reputation of Lanke Temple is too great. Especially for ordinary people, no one knows Xuankong Temple, but they all know Lanke Temple. For practitioners, Lanke Temple is better than Baita Temple in Lunzhou. With a higher status, even Ning Que, who has no knowledge of Buddhism, has heard of the name of Lanke Temple and is very impressed.

Too many stories have happened in the ancient millennium temple. Master Liansheng was shocked all over the world by arguing with the elders of Lanke Temple. Later, he practiced in hermitage for several years, and the beginning of the event of the demolition of the demons that completely changed the face of the world today That **** case also happened in front of Lanke Temple.

Ning Que first heard that the name of Lanke Temple was when the Longqing prince first entered Chang'an City because Longqing was also at the Lanke Temple to make a name for himself. When thinking about this, he couldn't help thinking about the practitioners in the world. If you want to be famous, do you have to go through the Lanke Temple and go to the college debate organized by the other party?

It is precisely because of these stories that Lanke Temple has a very special position in the spiritual circle, and the elders who have been reclusive in Houshan for many years are extremely senior. Since the young monk in front of the umbrella is a disciple of the Lanke Temple elders, it is reasonable to say that It is higher than the legendary seven sons of Buddhism.

According to Ning Que ’s xìng grid, he should have been close to this young monk named Guanhai. Recently these days, because of the so-called academy ’s accession to the WTO, he has been vigilant about whether he will come by other denominations. Challenged, at this time suddenly saw the people of Rotten Ke Temple appear in Chang'an City, can't help but feel a little uneasy.

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

The young monk did not dare to say anything, and said with politeness: "Where does the poor monk dare to call the great virtue, and the teacher holds the discipleship in front of the Master, where can Lin Hai afford the title of Mr. Thirteen? As for the wasteland, the temple also accepts When I arrived at the shrine's edict, it was just that the disciples of the Buddhism pay attention to the monk's diligence and did not provoke the red dust so that they didn't go. "

Listening to these words, Ning Que secretly wanted not to provoke the red dust, and naturally would not covet the false names. Probably, I would not find myself in trouble and feel a little calmer, and the monk's clear eyes actually had some admiration for himself, even more Feeling very comfortable, he asked gently: "But I don't know what it is important for Brother to come to Chang'an City?"

Whether it is a huā sedan or a bamboo sedan always needs two people to carry it, so Lin Haiqian dared not admit that he is a brother, but Ning Que insisted on this name. In this way, the master brother said that it was really good, and he was smooth and adaptable. It is indeed the best candidate for the academy.

Lin Hai took out an envelope wrapped in yellow cloth and said: "I changed the documents in the Ministry of Gifts of your country before and was about to leave the city to go to the academy, but I met Mr. Thirteen. Then the invitation was just delivered and I could laze a few steps. "

"Invitation to the Academy?"

Ning Que opened the yellow cloth and found that the envelope was not sealed, and a thin letter paper was drawn from it. The content on the letter paper was simple and clear, that is, the elder Lan Kesi invited the academy to send someone to attend the Bon Festival next year.

After the conversation with his brother, he knew very well that if there were any secular matters in the academy in the future, he was afraid that they would all be handled by himself, so the Lanke Temple Bon Lan Festival must also be attended by himself. Fortunately, there is more than a year. It is possible to prepare well and make sure that the people from Lanke Temple are sending invitations.

He looked at Guanhai and said with a smile: "Brother Brother came from Lanke Temple, should have done the friendship of the landlord, but I made an appointment with the mountain master, and at night I would like to have tea with Brother Brother, I wonder?"

The monk watching the sea respectfully replied: "Mr. Thirteen is polite. The poor monk came to Chang'an with his teacher's orders. His studies have been slowed down a lot. Now that he has sent the invitation to his husband, he will return to the temple later."

Let's go, always go back to my home, Ning Que thinks so happily, but on the surface, it is extremely enthusiastic to retain and retain, and even take the false fake anger characteristic of the men in Hebei County.

The monk watching the sea refused again and again, saying: "The coursework can't be delayed any more. 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. There is no problem at all. In the evening, I booked a table in Songhe Tower to have a vegan meal, and then come to two urn wine. You and I can enjoy the wine and drink tea. Then we will take a good look at it ... yo, what did you say Coming? "

The euphoria of Ning Que said that it was like the person who entered the academy of the academy, and it was only then that he woke up.

There are many things in the world that do not need to be stated, nor can they be stated clearly, because what is said too well will make each other's faces a bit uncomfortable. People who come out of places such as academy, Xiling Temple or Keke Temple generally have to pay attention to a certain manner.

Since they are practitioners outside the world, how can they say nothing or say a few harsh words like the earthly rogue in the world ... "Then he took the watermelon knife and cut it over the other's mouth or bald head.

Even if you want to fight, you have to find a beautiful dress for this matter. There are beautiful reasons, such as Ning Que and Ye Hongyu, who fight and fight. Those who never ask for victory in grace and attitude are in the practice world. It's really rare here.

And those beautiful clothes, the wonderful reason, is nothing more than to ask about the difficulties in the practice, refer to each other's realm of cultivation, tear off all these external, is the truth of Chiluǒluǒ: please fight!

Confirming that the rotten temple monk sent an invitation to fight, Ning Que's face changed slightly, looking at his dark cheeks, he couldn't help thinking of Sang Sang and Zhuo Er's skin, thinking that he seemed to be like this in his life. The skinned person was on the bar.

A moment later, he said sincerely: "Why don't you care about those outside your name?"

The monk watching the sea said even more sincerely: "The poor monk has been studying in the temple for many years. He often hears the elders mentioning the past when they asked for advice in front of the Confucius seat, knowing that the academy is the first place in the world. I want to come to visit but I have been unable to get away from the school. I have come to Chang'an City today. I also ask Mr. Thirteen to understand the rare greed of the poor monk and give me some advice. "

Ning Que stared at each other ’s eyes and found that the young monk ’s eyes were not only polite or polite, but also admired or admired, in addition to a firm fighting will or a firm fighting will.

The other party admires you so much, do you mean to scold the other party? The opponent's will to fight is so firm, and he is still a monk who never eats meat and salt and does not enter. Why should you convince him?

Ning Que didn't know how to deal with the situation at hand. If he used to be in Weicheng, he could run, but now he was forced to carry the two mountains of Datang and the Academy. If he really ran, he was afraid It's hard.

In fact, he was never afraid of fighting, let alone fighting, but worried that he would not win the opponent.

Guanhai is a close disciple of the elders of Lanke Temple. In the view of Ning Que, the hidden characters of the close disciple have always been very strong. For example, Mo Shanshan, the close disciple of Shusheng, and the close disciple of the Confucius himself ... well, he He must admit that he is the weakest academy in history to walk, so he has less confidence to defeat each other.

If you ca n’t win the opponent, you have to fight. Sometimes it can be said to be courage, but sometimes it can be said to be stupid. Rather than holding a **** umbrella, I fell into a long silence in the light snow of Chang’an City. Struggling back and forth wisely, but never got a 〖Answer〗 case.

Mo Shanshan had been standing quietly by the **** umbrella, probably guessing the pain in his heart at this time, he could not help drooping his eyes, blinking his eyelashes, and used a lot of energy to hold back his smile.

The monk watching the sea was an honest man. From an early age to the old, he always listened to the elder's awe and admiration for the Confucius. In his heart, he never thought he could beat the students on the second floor of the academy. I think Mr. Thirteen probably doesn't want to lose too miserable, I can't help but feel a little moved.

"If Mr. Thirteen thinks the poor monk is humble, why not sit and meditate?" He said sincerely.

Ning Quexin wants to know that the Ke Temple is well-known for its difficulties. Besides, your monk's skin is black, and he has a name for watching the sea. I don't want to know that soy oil is eaten so much in the weekdays. I am very good at fighting with people. If I want to sit with you and participate in meditation, would n’t I have to retreat without a word of silence and formally declare the defeat of the First World War?

Losing is not a problem ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The problem is that the brothers do not let themselves lose. The problem is that it will make the college méng shame, let the Confucius shame, and the Confucius seems to be very shameless, then this will cause a series of very serious problem.

Ning Que thought of raising his head like this, touching the clear and sincere eyes of the monk, his heart moved slightly, and suddenly felt that compared with the other party, he seemed to be missing something very important.

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

Ning Que looked at the monk calmly and said, "Can you trouble Brother, wait for me for a long time?"

Watch the sea monks together.

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

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

Ning Que finished this sentence, took the **** umbrella behind him, and walked to Changan Chengnan in the light snow. After half an hour, he came to the big lake in the south of the city, and was slow in the snow. Sit down. ! .