Nightfall

() Ning Queyong set up an enchantment in the broken temple. He did not worry about the voice in front of the temple reaching the back of the temple, but even so, he still paid attention to the voice of the speech and did not want the blind monk to hear it.

The monk watching the sea sighed and said, "At that time, he was expelled from Chang'an City, and he has been displaced in the world. Although the state is still there, but his eyes can't see things, it is a bit hard for him. The previous year, he wandered to Washan and was monk I found that I have been following me in the Lanke Temple since then. "

Ning Que looked at the back of the temple and thought that the biological father of the monk was killed by himself in Xihuang. Xuankong Temple had already expelled him. Naturally, he would not care about his life and death anymore. , But he just thought about it, but he couldn't give birth without any sympathy.

"Brother hard," he said, looking at the sea monk. "It's embarrassing to ask you to tell those stories."

The sea monk sighed and said: "Although he committed many crimes at that time, but his eyes were blind, and he has no dispute with the world in the temple, why should he be dragged into the red dust and tortured?"

Ning Que said: "If he is really dust-free, how can he leave Washan with you?"

The sea monk looked at him and said, "I can understand the feelings of the Tang people, but since I want to do something, why should I trust others? Why bother?"

Ning Que said: "Yes, it is really meaningless for Brother Hard to bring him over. It is just an excuse. The academy does not want to give Daomen an excuse, and I need an excuse to persuade myself to do something."

The sea monk said with emotion: "The teacher didn't see which path you would take in the future. Now, it seems that I can't help but worry."

Ning Que said: "The master entered Qishan, how could he never imagine that I would go astray?"

Taking advantage of the night, Ning Que walked into Yangzhou City. He came to the outside of the city guarding palace, watching the bushes of bamboo sticking out of the courtyard wall a little silent, his knees slightly bent back, he jumped to the wall, and stretched out his right hand like lightning, holding the bamboo that was not smooth, like a thin cloth Sliding quietly into the house.

Wang Jingluo had left at this time, probably preparing for the Fuchun River. He was the only one to enter the city guard house. He did not cast any spells or hold a knife. He simply entered the city with incredible physical strength and strength. In the deepest part of Shoufu, no one can find

In terms of spiritual realm, he is already a strong man who knows the realm of life, but the most important thing about his true strength is the enchanted body and the identity of the Rune Master after the noble spirit.

In Qinghe County, no one except the two strong family members can form a threat to him, which means that no one in Yangzhou City can stop him from doing things.

It didn't take long for him to walk out of the back garden with Zhong Dajun. Zhong Dajun was not comatose, but his speechless pale face was full of horror.

Ning Que was like carrying a bag of garbage and walking casually to the courtyard wall. His arm threw him out of the wall. He only heard a muffled noise before he jumped out.

Some blood was spilled on the street outside the courtyard wall, Zhong Dajun's face was paler, his facial features twitched in pain, and some of his bones were broken, but he still could not speak, even until this time, he did not know who was quiet. Silently sneaked into the house to restrain himself.

Coming to the broken temple outside Yangzhou City, Ning Que threw Zhong Dajun to the ground and poured a bowl of herbal tea. Zhong Dajun found that his hands and feet were moving. Instead of trying to escape, he immediately covered his painful chest and brought out those **** coughs that had been held in his throat for a long time.

Because of the pain and panic, his forehead was covered with soy-sized sweat beads, and his arms were shaking and the sweat was forcibly calming down before he dared to go there to see what he looked like.

Zhong Dajun is a child of the surname Qinghe. He was born with a golden key since his childhood. He has been very successful in his life. Last year, he made great contributions in the rebellion, and he is the most important person. The missing person, the former academy classmate.

So of course he remembers Ning Que, even if Ning Que becomes gray, he can recognize it. How could he forget this person who brought him endless humiliation?

To make him feel even more humiliated, after seeing Ning Que again for a long time, he found that he couldn't hate each other. It had nothing to do with the physical pain at this time. It was only related to fear and despair.

Even if he is in the city of Yangzhou with unlimited scenery, where can he be compared with Mr. Thirteen of the Academy? The confrontation between Prince Longqing and Ning Que may be a good talk from another angle, but if the world knows that he secretly hates Ning Que for many years, he will definitely only laugh at him endlessly.

As Zhong Dajun thought with unwillingness, self-deprecating, helplessness, and despair in countless nights in recent years, Ning Que basically had forgotten the little stories in the college, and he did not know that Zhong Dajun was such a jealous self. But he really hated Zhong Dajun.

Zhong Dajun sat up hard, looked at Ning Que's back in front of the broken Buddha statue, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, was it useless to ask for mercy?

Ning Que turned around.

Zhong Dajun shuddered and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Ning Que looked at him without speaking, his eyes calm and without emotion.

Seeing Ning Que's eyes, Zhong Dajun knew that he would surely suffer a lot of sins today, and he might even die. I just don't understand why the other party is doing this.

"Why?" He asked.

Ning Que still didn't speak, but just looked at his eyes quietly.

Zhong Dajun saw the killing intention in his eyes, saw the blood in the city guard house that day, and saw the unwilling eyes of the Tang Dynasty officials who died under the sword and axe.

His body began to tremble violently, his desire to survive overwhelmed his fear, and he held his fists tightly in front of his chest. His voice shouted hoarsely: "The academy signed the contract, you can't kill me!"

Ning Que still does not speak.

Zhong Dajun knelt in front of him, spread his hands, and argued desperately, "I was ordered to act, and in Qinghe County I am just a small person. If you want to kill and stand up, it would not make any sense to choose me. What ’s more, if you let people Knowing that you left Chang'an City, Daomen Powerhouse will come to kill you. Why do you take this risk for a little person like me who is poorer than slug? "

Ning Que looked at him quietly, never saying a word.

Zhong Dajun desperately yelled in horror: "When you kill the people in the hall, you have not signed a contract yet, but you are killing me now, it is a provocation to the temple! The temple wants to be at home, how can this be allowed to happen? Do you think Want to fight back? What do you want to do?

The temple was quiet and unusual, only Zhong Dajun's screams kept ringing, echoing between the broken Buddha statue and the dirty old mantle cloth. This strange feeling made him crazy. He desperately patted the dusty ground, telling in a hoarse voice why Ning Que could not kill himself, degrading his identity, doing the most painful confession and the most crazy insult, just want to save his own life .

"Are you scaring me, right?"

Zhong Dajun looked at Ning Que, his face was full of snots and tears, chuckling like a lunatic, and said, "You can't kill me, so you want to scare me crazy!"

He seemed to have grasped the point of this matter, waving his arms excitedly, and said loudly: "I understand! You are scaring me! I am not being scared by Zhong Dajun!"

Hearing this sentence, Ning Que smiled and left the broken temple.

Looking at the closed temple door, Zhong Dajun's face was full of amazement, his arms were still in the air, and he didn't understand what was happening now. Why did the other party just leave?

Just then, a voice came from behind the palace: "Your Excellency Zhong Dajun?"

When the words fell, a monk walked out of the back of the hall with a bamboo stick. He saw that he was wearing a cloth cassock, slightly tilting his head, his eyes were deep, and the inside was dark like a hole.

Zhong Dajun looked at the blind monk and subconsciously said, "Not bad."

Hearing his answer, the blind monk laughed, his voice husky and magnificent, striking the walls of the ruined temple, shaking all the dust off, but it seemed so bitter.

Zhong Dajun felt weird and asked, "Who are you?"

The blind monk was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "The poor monk realized the Tao."

Zhong Dajun felt the name was familiar, but forgot where he had heard it.

Wu Dao walked in front of Zhong Dajun, squinting his blind eyes, looking at the other party he didn't see, and asked indifferently, "Have you stayed in Chang'an City?"

Zhong Dajun became more vigilant and replied cautiously: "I only stayed for two years."

This blind monk was the illegitimate child of a great virtue in Xuankong Temple. He was expelled from the wilderness because of misbehavior. It was on that day that he encountered Ning Que and Sang Sang again.

He fell in love with Sang Sang at first sight, and wanted to get close. Unexpectedly, he was first chased by Master Yan Se, and then he was blinded by the bright priest and became a waste person.

He is a **** monk in the red dust and has no contact with the spiritual world. He does n’t know about the big things happening in the spiritual world. After being blind, he felt ashamed and wandered in the world. I forgot all the stories told by Brother Guanhai, and even forgot what the little girl looked like, but he never forgot the name of the man who reported himself on the mountain road.

College, Zhong Dajun.

He did not hear all the conversations between Ning Que and Zhong Dajun, only the last sentence Zhong Zhongjun said. He thought he had been far away from the red dust, without love and hatred. Unexpectedly, in this broken temple today, when he suddenly heard the name, he found that the original origin was still hated.

He hates his blindness, hates his blindness to see the little girl, hates the little girl to blindly follow the man named Ning Que, hates to lose everything, but the person has everything.

"No wonder Brother wants to bring me here. He wanted me to see his own heart and find true peace. However, I can only disappoint Brother, because only by killing you can I get the real Calm, free from the abyss of hatred. "

Wu Dao looked at Zhong Dajun and said seriously.

Zhong Dajun looked at the blind eyes of the monk and felt that his body was extremely cold.

Wu Dao said calmly: "Please be assured that I will kill you seriously with a very correct attitude."

Zhong Dajun wanted to say something, but could only make a cry.

If you want to do anything seriously, you must focus on it. The concentration will be slow. You want to come this night, in this broken temple that has no incense, he will die very slowly.

The miserable screams and begs for mercy kept coming out of the broken temple. The two old doors seemed to be unable to bear to look at the pictures in the temple again, shaking slightly.

Ning Que stood in front of the temple and listened to the voice from behind, remembering the scene when he followed the old hunter for the first time. The beast at the bottom of the pit that was inserted through a dozen bamboo sticks but could not die for a while seemed to be This clock Dajun's cry was very similar, he couldn't help laughing.

The sea monk looked at the expression on his face and declared a Buddha number silently. The expression said bitterly: "You are already enchanted. I will do this evil with you, and I will never see the Buddha again in this life.

Ning Que looked at him and said: "Since Zhong Dajun is damn, this matter is naturally not evil."

The sea monk shook his head and said, "Good and evil are in the heart, deceit is evil. Although Brother Dao said that he had done countless evils in his first half of life, he had already repented in the temple, but I deceived him to kill, and my sin was even worse."

Ning Que said: "As I said earlier, since he is willing to follow you away from Washan, it shows that he still has nostalgia for Hong Chen. At this time, it seems that the nostalgia is hatred. How can we resolve hatred? . Revenge, revenge, not repayment with pain, how can we solve the hatred brought by pain? After tonight, the enmity of enlightenment can be solved, and there is no more greed for the red dust, and in the future, we must not be able to participate in the enlightenment, no matter what , Brother, you are doing good deeds, where do you get evil? "

"I can't tell you."

The monk watching the sea guilt said: "But I know that my behavior must not be pleased by the Buddha."

Ning Que said: "Buddha is just a practitioner ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ How can we determine our right and wrong based on his right and wrong? If you are worried that you will never see the Buddhist kingdom again in this life, I will build a real Buddhist kingdom for you how is it?"

The sea monk did not know how to answer the call.

At this moment, the tragic cry in the broken temple finally slowly weakened, and then did not sound again.

Wudao pushed open the temple door and stumbled out, spreading his hands full of blood, and shouted with cries in the surroundings, "Brother, where are you? Where are you?"

Ning Que walked aside silently.

The monk watching the sea stepped forward to support Tao.

Wu Dao sat down on the ground, holding his legs and wept bitterly, trembling and said, "Brother Brother, I can't bear to teach Brother."

The monk watching the sea also wet his eyes. He glanced at Ning Que, who was standing next to it, feeling goodbye, and then he helped Wudao and walked into the dark night.

Ning Que looked at the **** picture in the dim ruined temple, stood quietly, and when there was a voice from the official road in the distance, he saw the little torches and turned away.