The young monk was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a handsome face, a kind demeanor, and a slightly dark complexion. His thin monk's clothes were fluttering in the wind, and he seemed to have come out of the world. However, it was still winter, so I don't know why he was not afraid of the cold.
Ning Que felt slightly wary, but his expression did not show it. He smiled and asked, "Does this master recognize me?"
The monk smiled slightly and said, "The poor monk just guessed."
Ning Que asked in surprise: "Can you guess this?"
The monk said calmly: "Because this poor monk has seen a bookworm, he guessed that you are Mr. Thirteen."
Ning Que couldn't help but smile bitterly as he thought about the recent rumors that had become more and more serious.
Mo Shanshan looked at the young monk, his unfocused eyes gradually condensed, and he recalled the situation when he met him in the early years [Baidu Jiangye Bar YY: 108052]. He was slightly surprised and said: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Guanhai.
Okay, why are you here in Chang'an?"
Through her introduction, Ning Que found out that this young monk was Guan Hai, a close disciple of the elder Lanke Temple, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.
This world is different from the one Ning Que once lived in. Not every housewife is a master of both Buddhism and Taoism. Compared with Haotian Taoism, the influence of Buddhism is relatively smaller, and Buddhism is not very powerful.
However, the reputation of Lanke Temple is too great, especially for ordinary people. No one knows about Xuankong Temple, but everyone knows about Lanke Temple. For practitioners, Lanke Temple is better than the White Pagoda Temple in Yuelun Kingdom.
With a higher status, even Ning Que, who had no knowledge of Buddhism, had heard of Lanke Temple and was deeply impressed by it.
There have been so many stories that happened in that thousand-year-old temple. Master Liansheng became famous all over the world because of his argument with the elder of Lanke Temple. Later, he lived in seclusion in the temple for several years, and the events that completely changed the face of the world of today's spiritual practice were overthrown by the Demon Sect.
The initial murder also happened in front of Lanke Temple.
The first time Ning Que heard the name of Lanke Temple was when Prince Longqing first entered Chang'an City, because Long Qing also gained fame by arguing in Lanke Temple. Thinking about this at this time, he couldn't help but secretly think about the practitioners in the world.
If you want to become famous, do you have to go through Lanke Temple and participate in a college debate organized by the other party?
Because of these stories, Lanke Temple has a very special status in the spiritual world, and the elder who lives in seclusion in the back mountain all year round is even more senior. Since the young monk in front of the umbrella is a disciple of the elder of Lanke Temple, it stands to reason that
The status is higher than the legendary Seven Sons of Buddhism.
According to Ning Que's character, he should have gotten close to the young monk named Guan Hai. However, in recent days, because of the so-called academy's entry into the world, he has been wary of whether there will be challenges from other sects.
, at this time, I suddenly saw people from Lanke Temple appearing in Chang'an City, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
"It turns out that he is the great master of Lanke Temple. I don't know why I didn't see my senior brother in the royal court." He said with a smile.
The young monk didn't even dare to say anything, and said respectfully: "How can a poor monk dare to be called a great virtue? Moreover, the master is performing discipleship ceremony in front of the master. How can Lin Hai be called Mr. Thirteen's senior brother? As for the matter in the wasteland, the temple also accepted it
When we arrived at the temple, the order came, but the Buddhist disciples were very particular about becoming a monk and practicing hard so as not to mess with the world of mortals, so they didn’t go."
Listening to these words, Ning Que secretly thought that if he didn't mess with the world of mortals, he would naturally not covet those false reputations. He probably wouldn't cause trouble for himself and felt better. Moreover, seeing that the monk's clear eyes actually showed some admiration for him, he even felt more at ease.
Feeling very comfortable, he asked with a gentle expression: "But I don't know what the important thing is for senior brother to come to Chang'an City?"
Whether it is a flower sedan or a bamboo sedan, it always needs two people to carry it, so Lin Hai is too humble to admit that he is a senior brother, but Ning Que insists on calling him that. From this point of view, what the senior senior brother said is indeed true. He has the ability to be tactful and adapt to changes.
He is indeed the perfect candidate for the back seat of the academy.
Lin Hai took out an envelope wrapped in yellow cloth and said: "I exchanged documents at your country's Ministry of Etiquette before, and was about to leave the city to go to the academy. Suddenly I met Mr. Thirteen, so this invitation was sent just in time, so I can take a few steps.
"
"An invitation to the academy?"
Ning Que opened the yellow cloth and found that the envelope had no seal. He pulled out a thin piece of letter paper from it. The content on the letter paper was very simple and clear, which was that the elder of Lanke Temple invited the academy to send people to participate in the Bon Festival next year.
After the conversation with his senior brother, he knew very well that if there were any secular affairs in the academy in the future, he would probably handle them all by himself, so he would definitely attend the Lanke Temple Bon Festival by himself. Fortunately, there was still more than a year left.
I was able to prepare well, and I was sure that the person coming from Lanke Temple was here to deliver the invitation, which made me feel more at ease.
He looked at Guanhai and said with a smile: "Senior brother came from Lanke Temple, and we were supposed to show our friendship as landlords. But I made an appointment with the mountain owner to go on a trip together, and have tea with senior brother in the evening. Is that okay?"
Monk Guanhai responded respectfully: "Mr. Thirteen, you are very polite. The poor monk came to Chang'an on the orders of his master. His studies have been slowed down a lot. Since the invitation has been sent to the master today, he will return to the temple later."
Let's go, let's go, we will eventually return to our home, Ning Que thought happily. However, on the surface, he tried to stay and stay again with great enthusiasm, even showing off the fake anger unique to men in Hebei County.
Monk Guanhai declined repeatedly and said: "I really can't delay my studies any longer. It's just a rare trip to Chang'an City, and I can meet Mr. Thirteen himself. I have some questions about my practice. Please give me some advice."
"No problem at all. By the way, I will reserve a table for a vegetarian banquet at Songhe Tower in the evening. I will also bring two bottles of vegetarian wine. You and I can have a good chat over wine or tea. Then we will come and discuss the details... Hey, what you just said
What's coming?"
Ning Que spoke happily and acted like a worldly person from the academy. It was only then that he came to his senses.
There are many things in the world that do not need to be said clearly, and cannot be said clearly, because saying it too clearly will make each other feel uncomfortable. People who come from places like the Academy, Xiling Temple or Qike Temple generally have to pay attention to a certain demeanor.
Since he is a cultivator from outside the world, how can he be like the hooligans in the secular world without saying a word or saying a few cruel words..." Then he picks up the watermelon knife and chops at the opponent's chest or bald head?
Even if you have to fight, you must find a more beautiful dress and a better reason for the matter. People like Ning Que and Ye Hongyu who fight whenever they want and who never care about their demeanor and only seek victory are in the world of spiritual practice.
It's really rare here.
As for those beautiful clothes, the wonderful reasons are nothing more than asking for advice on problems in practice, and referring to each other's realms of cultivation. After tearing off all these appearances, the naked truth is: I invite you to fight!
After confirming that the monk from Lanke Temple had issued an invitation to fight, Ning Que's face changed slightly. Looking at [Baidu Jiangye Bar YY:108052]'s slightly dark cheeks, he couldn't help but think of the skin color of Sangsang and Zhuoer, and thought to himself
It seems that I have been at odds with people of this skin color my entire life.
After a moment, he said sincerely: "Monks are compassionate, so why should we care about those false reputations?"
Monk Guanhai said more sincerely: "The poor monk has been practicing hard in the temple for many years. He often heard the elders mention the past when he asked for advice at the Master's table. He knew that the academy was the first-class place in the world, and he had longed for the sages in the academy.
I wanted to come to visit but I have been tied up by my studies and I am rarely able to get away from Chang'an City today. I would also like to ask Mr. Thirteen to understand this rare greedy and angry thought of this poor monk and give me some advice."
Ning Que stared into the other person's eyes and found that the young monk's eyes contained nothing but respect, nothing but admiration, and nothing but firm will to fight.
The other party respects you so respectfully, do you have the nerve to scold him? The other party is so determined to fight, and he is also a monk who never eats meat, oil and very little salt. Why are you trying to convince him?
Ning Que had no idea how to deal with the situation in front of him. If he had been in Weicheng before, he could have run away. However, now he was forced to carry the two mountains of Datang and Academy on his shoulders. If he really ran, he would probably run away.
Somewhat strenuous.
In fact, he has never been afraid of fighting, let alone fighting. He is just worried about not being able to win the opponent.
Guan Hai is a close disciple of the elder of Lanke Temple. In Ning Que's view, hidden figures such as close disciples have always been very powerful, such as Mo Shanshan, the close disciple of Shusheng, and himself, the master's close disciple... well, he
He had to admit that he was the weakest academy walker in history, so he became less and less confident in defeating the opponent.
If you can't beat the opponent, you still have to fight. Sometimes it can be called courage, but sometimes it can be called stupidity. Ning Que held a big black umbrella and fell into a long silence in the light snow of Chang'an City. Between bravery and
Akechi struggled back and forth, but could never come up with an answer.
Mo Shanshan had been standing quietly beside the big black umbrella. He probably guessed the pain in his heart at this time, so he couldn't help but lower his eyelids slightly, blink his eyelashes, and used a lot of effort to hold back the smile on his face.
Monk Guanhai is an honest man. He has been listening to the elders' awe and admiration for the Master since he was a child. He never thought in his heart that he could defeat the students on the second floor of the academy. At this time, seeing Ning Que being silent for a long time, he secretly
I think Mr. Thirteen probably didn't want him to lose too miserably, so he couldn't help but feel a little moved.
"If Mr. Thirteen feels that the poor monk's cultivation is humble, why not sit down and meditate?" he said sincerely.
Ning Que thought that Lanke Temple was famous for its argumentation. Besides, as a monk with a dark complexion and a name like Guanhai, you would know that you eat a lot of soybean oil on weekdays and are very good at arguing with others.
If I want to sit with you and meditate, won't it mean that I will retreat without words within three breaths, officially declaring defeat in the first battle of joining the WTO?
Losing is not a problem. The problem is that the senior brother will not let himself lose. The problem is that it will bring shame to the academy and make the master look embarrassed. And the master seems to be very embarrassed, so this will lead to a series of very serious problems.
With this thought in mind, Ning Que raised his head, and when he met the monk's clear and sincere eyes, his heart moved slightly, and he suddenly felt that compared with the other person, he seemed to be missing something very important.
The falling snowflakes spread a shallow layer on the greasy surface of the big black umbrella.
Ning Que looked at the monk and said calmly: "Senior brother, can you please wait for me for half a day?"
The monks who watch the sea join together.
Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked, "What do you want to do for half a day?"
"I need half a day to think about a very important question."
After Ning Que said these words, he put the big black umbrella behind his back and walked alone in the light snow to the south of Chang'an City. Half an hour later, he came to the newly emerged large lake in the south of the city and ambled among the remaining snow.
Sit down slowly.
(The inability to combine words and sentences suddenly broke out. It was extremely painful to write. I don’t know how to write a book. But today is the last day. I can’t let go. I will continue to struggle like Ning Que. I will win. The next chapter may be late.
If it goes well, it won’t be too late, thank you all.)