Nightfall

If you do n’t drink water, you ’re going to die. Ning Que thought about this sentence and asked seriously: If you want to eat the crab porridge you like to eat, you ca n’t drink water, what should you do? "

Chen Pipi waved impatiently and said: "There is no possibility of this and the situation, where can't find water to drink?"

Ning Que insisted and asked, "If the water has feet and thoughts and doesn't want you to drink, when you lean on it, it will run away on its own. What should you do?"

Chen Pipi was stunned, thinking for a long time, but said helplessly: "If this is the case, then in order to live, drink water, although it will be more painful."

Ning Que looked at the morning light on the lake and said sadly: "Everyone can have three wives and four concubines ... Well, to put it in a better way, others can have a lot of love, why should I not? Why my family Did that kid learn to be jealous and jealous? "

Chen Pipi stood beside him looking at the reflection of Yanming Mountain in the lake and said, "You don't want me to deal with this. I never thought about women and strange things.

Ning Que glanced at him.

Chen Pipi shook his head and said: "You don't want to expect any help from your brothers or sisters. No one in Houshan has any experience in this area. They are all geniuses and idiots."

Ning Que said with emotion: "I thought the most important thing to be a man is to be happy, but I didn't expect her to be so unhappy. It has been more than ten years since I said. I don't seem to have won her once. Why is this? Those are very good, and I like them too, but she does n’t like them ... I do n’t seem to be able to do anything. Is this life? "

Chen Pipi said comfortingly: "Then you must learn to admit your fate."

"I don't think it's comforting."

Ning Que said: "By the way, Brother wants to catch me back to the academy to ask what?"

Chen Pipi said: "Everyone wants to know whether you want to choose Shanshan or Sangsang, but now it seems that you don't need to ask, I am in favor of your choice."

Ning Que asked slightly, "Why?"

Chen Pipi looked at him and said, "Because I know you will choose this way."

Ning Que was silent for a long time.

Chen Pipi frowned slightly, rubbed her cheek, and asked with concern: "How are you going to solve this matter?"

Ning Que said after a moment of silence: "Sang Shanken was reluctant to do laundry by himself when I was young. I taught her one sentence at that time: Do your own thing. Yin Ran is my own thing, and I have to deal with it after all. , And this and the things that must be dealt with are not left behind. "

Chen Pipi said anxiously, "Are you worried about hurting her?"

Ning Que said with a smile: "Aren't I a very weak person?"

Chen Pipi looked at him and said seriously: "You laughed very fake and miserable ..."

Ning Que smiled bleakly, not knowing how to speak.

Chen Pipi said with emotion: "The matter of men and women is indeed the most troublesome thing in the world. Now I really want to feel that I want to feel the weight of Ye Hongyu ...... Pom, she let me have no idea of ​​women in my life, so it is the opposite I do n’t need to go through your troubles. "

The two went around the lake, left Yanming Mountain, and returned to the noisy market. At this time, the morning light masterpiece, the people of Chang'an had already started chuáng, and there was a long dragon in front of the early stall.

Next to a bun shop, two monks stood. One is a thin, thin monk. Luǒlù's arm outside the monk's clothes looks like steel. The other middle-aged monk has dark skin and a face full of wind and frost.

The two monks were holding white snowy buns in their hands and were chewing silently. Two bowls of fresh water were placed on the stone slabs under their feet. The monk's clothes were outdated ... describing the indifferent, which was a sharp contrast with the lively city scene around them.

"Ascetic monks are rarely seen in Chang'an City."

Looking far away at the two monks on the street, Chen Pipi frowned and said, "Especially such a powerful ascetic monk."

Ning Que looked at the two monks who bowed their heads in silence and gnawed their heads, and said with emotion: "There is pain in life, there is pain in life, I thought I was already suffering enough, but I didn't expect there will be people who are more bitter than me, Even if you eat a steamed bun, you do n’t even deserve it ... It ’s really a monk. "

Chang'an City is the first male city in the world. I don't know how many strangers appear every day. Although ascetic monks are relatively rare, the two didn't care, so they walked past.

As he walked past the two monks, Ning Que glanced at the middle-aged monk.

It was then that the middle-aged monk looked up at Ning Que.

Ning Que stopped much.

The middle-aged monk's eyes were quiet and powerful, as if he had been dyed by incense and fire for thousands of years before the Qing became the ancient Buddha, without any impurities.

And the breath from the middle-aged monk was extremely quiet and powerful. Although he was standing in the booming square city at this time, he was holding half of the snow-white japonica head in his hand, but he seemed to be standing on the lotus. The buddhist buddha in huā is holding a green branch with lù in his hand.

Chen Pippi followed Ning Que to stop, he frowned quietly at the middle-aged monk, and suddenly said, "The pure earth of the world becomes Buddha itself ... Are you taking the white pagoda?"

Middle-aged monk He Shi said: "Baita Temple Daoshi ... I have seen Mr. Twelve and Mr. Thirteen of the Academy."

Daoshi is a very unknown ascetic monk.

Chen Pipi has never heard of his name, and most practitioners in the world have never heard of his name, because Daoshi has been practicing meditation in rural villages since he left Baita.

But the reputation and strength of practitioners have never been fixed. Chen Pipi looked at this ascetic standing in the red dust, but he condensed the dharma statues outside the three realms and knew that the other's practice was very powerful.

Chen Pipi glanced at Ning Que.

Ning Que looked at the middle-aged ascetic monk and suddenly asked, "Come to me?"

Dao Shiping said calmly: "Please enlighten me with Mr. Thirteen."

Since joining the WTO, it will naturally continue to face endless challenges. I thought that when the young master uncle defeated the world's heroes by a stroke, it was the world's prestige of the academy. Ning Que was already mentally prepared for this situation. , But he was not ready today.

Because the stories of the wasteland trip are because of the conflict with the huā idiot, because of the abominable old woman called Qu Nima Bang, Ning Xie has no sympathy for the Lunar Kingdom and the White Pagoda Temple. After World War I, his perception of Buddhist disciples changed.

He looked at the middle-aged ascetic monk and said sincerely: "I have some important things to do today. Can the master wait a few more days?"

Dao Shi calmly said: "Buddha pays attention to fate, how can I miss you when I meet you in this prosperous Chang'an City from the moon in thousands of miles?"

Ning Que frowned slightly.

Chen Pipi looked at his haggard expression, knowing that he had been restless for the past two days, and did not rest well, so he shook his head and looked at Daoshi and said with a smile: "I'm coming?"

Dao Shi said seriously: "The poor monk is not an opponent of Mr. Twelve."

Chen Pipi was stunned, and said with a smirk: "If you want to challenge the academy, what is the difference between me and the younger brother? You monks want to face or not?"

Dao's dark cheeks had a smile on his cheeks, and said, "Why do Buddhas want to make faces?"

From the early morning of yesterday to the early morning of this time, Ning Que did not sleep, did not eat, did not drink water, and was badly tortured by fear and emotion. Standing all night at the lake and scolding all night, he did not make his mood a little better. So he was very annoyed at this time, very annoying.

Listening to the words of the monk of the White Pagoda Temple, Ning Que became more and more annoyed, unable to breathe, so annoyed that she was about to lie back, and was so annoyed that she said directly, "I admit defeat."

The middle-aged monk said: "It is meaningless to lose without fighting."

Ning Que looked at the dark cheeks of the middle-aged monk and looked at the mountains and crests on his face ... "and said after a long silence," Then choose a place. " "

The middle-aged monk said: "Buddha pay attention to fate and tremble here and meet Mr. Thirteen, then that's right here."

Ning Que looked at the pedestrians who walked around, and looked at the child who was holding the hot buns and was drooling and tearing the paper. The voice became colder and asked, "I offended you?"

The middle-aged monk calmly replied: "You and I have never seen it."

Ning Que then asked: "Why do you have to toss me like this?"

The middle-aged monk looked into his eyes and said, "Mr. Thirteen insulted his aunt in the wasteland."

Ning Que frowned slightly and said, "You are not Yang Guo."

Chen Pipi leaned close to him, lowering his voice and saying, "Although I don't know who Yang Guo is, it seems that you have successfully fought each other's battle. I must remind you that there are many inexplicable aspects of Buddhism practice, This ascetic monk is taking the path of Lianhuā Pure Land. You may not have done him, otherwise we should just go? Anyway, I am here, and he dare not force you to stop you. "

Ning Que turned to look at him and said, "Don't you think it's him who started my fight?"

Chen Pipi asked: "Why are you fighting?"

Ning Que replied: "Because I am bored."

The middle-aged monk looked at Ning Que with a slight smile and put down the mantle in his hand.

Even if the millennium finally needs a soil bun.

In front of Ning Que's eyes, there was one more japonica head, one earthy head, and one grave head.

The lonely grave was getting clearer in his eyes, and the bigger the mulberry, the more it was to cover the practice fog that had emerged from the early stall on the street, and the smile of the happy child holding the steamed bun would be covered.

Ning Que was not appalled. He knew that the disappearance of the "real" real world in front of him did not mean the "real" real event, but that he was dragged into the spiritual world of the other by the middle-aged ascetic monk.

That middle-aged monk turned out to be a teacher!

The Nianshi can directly attack the enemy's consciousness with the Nian force, and control the Heaven and Earth vitality with the Nian force to directly attack the enemy's internal organs. It is invisible and traceless, difficult to prevent, and very powerful.

The spiritual world has always had a sense of cognition: of the practitioners in the same realm, the teacher is the most powerful.

Ning Que had met a teacher.

The old man Lu Qingchen, the first practitioner he met in the world here at www.wuxiaspot.com ~, was a great master of Dongxuanjing.

But he has never fought against the master.

He never imagined how powerful the nun in the Buddhist gate would be.

The solitary grave with nowhere to speak in front of me is getting louder. The real world is getting farther and farther away.

Ning Que's knowledge of the sea is nothing.

〖True〗 The street of the real world.

He closed his eyes, pulled the hatchet from his waist, and chopped it towards the bald head in front of him.

The grave of the spiritual world.

He opened his eyes, pulled the Park knife from behind, and cut it towards the grave in front of him.

The irritability and killing intentions accumulated day by night.

Everything is in this knife. ! .