If you don't drink water, you will die. Ning Que thought about this and asked seriously: What should you do if you want to eat your favorite crab roe porridge but can't drink water?"
Chen Pipi waved his hand and said impatiently: "It's impossible for this to happen. Where can I find water?"
Ning Que insisted and asked: "If the water has legs and thoughts, and doesn't want you to drink it, and it runs away when you get close to it, what should you do?"
Chen Pipi was stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he said helplessly: "If this is really the case, then in order to survive, you should drink water, although it will be more painful."
Ning Que looked at the light waves of the morning light on the lake and said sadly: "Others can have three wives and four concubines... Well, to put it in a better way, others can have many loves, why can't I? Why does my family
Who learned to be jealous when he was still a child?"
Chen Pipi stood beside him, looking at the reflection of Yanming Mountain in the lake, and said: "Don't interfere with me, I have never thought clearly about women and strange things.
Ning Que glanced at him.
Chen Pipi shook his head and said: "Don't expect any help from your senior brothers and sisters. No one in the back mountain has experience in this area. They are all geniuses and idiots."
Ning Que said with emotion: "I originally thought that the most important thing in life is to be happy, but I didn't expect that she would be so unhappy. It has been more than ten years since I mentioned it, and I haven't seemed to win against her once. Why is this? In the world
Those are all very good, and I like them very much, but she doesn't like them... I don't seem to have any choice, is this life?"
Chen Pipi said comfortingly: "Then you have to learn to accept your fate."
"I don't think that's consolation."
Ning Que said: "By the way, why does senior brother want to take me back to the academy to ask?"
Chen Pipi said: "Everyone wants to ask whether you want to choose Shanshan or Sangsang, but now it seems there is no need to ask. I very much agree with your choice."
Ning Que looked slightly strange and asked, "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 his cheek, and asked with concern: "How are you going to solve this matter?"
Ning Que was silent for a moment and then said: "When Sang Shanken was little, she didn't want to do her own laundry. I taught her a sentence at that time: Do your own thing. Yin Ran, this is my own thing, and I have to deal with it after all.
, and this and the matter must be handled without any sloppiness.”
Chen Pipi said worriedly: "Aren't you worried about hurting her?"
Ning Que smiled and said, "Am I not a very sentimental person?"
Chen Pipi looked at him and said seriously: "Your smile is very fake and bleak..."
Ning Que smiled sadly, not knowing what to say.
Chen Pipi said with emotion: "The relationship between men and women is indeed the most troublesome thing in the world. Now that I think about it, I really have to be grateful to Ye Hongyu for that... Mother, she has made me have no thoughts about women in my life. This has made me
I don’t need to go through this trouble of yours.”
The two of them walked around the lake, left Yanming Mountain, and returned to the noisy market. At this time, the morning light was shining brightly, and the people of Chang'an had already gotten up, and there was a long queue in front of the breakfast stalls.
Next to a sour shop, there were two monks standing. One was a skinny monk, with his bare arms exposed outside the monk's robes looking like steel. The other was a middle-aged monk with dark skin and a face full of bruises.
The color of wind and frost.
The two monks were holding snow-white buns in their hands and chewing them silently. Two bowls of water were placed on the stone slab at their feet. The monks' robes were old and indifferent... They were described as indifferent, which formed a sharp contrast with the lively city scene around them.
"Ascetics are rarely seen in Chang'an City."
Looking at the two monks on the street from a distance, Chen Pipi frowned and said, "Especially such a powerful ascetic."
Ning Que looked at the two monks in front of him who were munching bread in silence, and said with emotion: "Everything in life is suffering. I thought I was suffering enough, but I didn't expect that there are people who are suffering more than me in the world.
You don’t even have the fermented bean curd to eat sour buns... You are truly an ascetic.”
Chang'an City is the most majestic city in the world. There are countless strange people and strangers appearing every day. Although ascetics are relatively rare, the two of them didn't take it seriously and just walked past.
When walking past the two monks, Ning Que glanced at the middle-aged monk.
Just at this moment, the middle-aged monk raised his head and glanced at Ning Que.
Ning Que stopped for a moment.
The middle-aged monk's eyes were quiet and powerful, as if they had been quietly stained by incense in front of the ancient Buddha for thousands of years without any impurities.
The aura exuding from the middle-aged monk was also extremely peaceful and powerful. Although he was standing in the bustling market with half a snow-white japonica in his hand, he seemed to be standing in front of a lotus in full bloom.
Buddhist country, holding a dewy green branch in his hand.
Chen Pipi followed Ning Que and stopped. He frowned and looked at the middle-aged monk quietly, and suddenly said: "The pure land of the human world will become a Buddha by itself...you ride from the White Pagoda?"
The middle-aged monk Heshi said: "The Taoist stone of Baita Temple... I have met Mr. Twelve and Mr. Thirteen of the Academy."
Dao Shi is a very unknown ascetic.
Chen Pipi has never heard of his name, and most practitioners in the world have never heard of his name, because since Dao Shi came out of the White Pagoda... he has been practicing hard and quietly in rural villages.
But there is never a fixed relationship between a practitioner's fame and strength.
Chen Pipi looked at the ascetic monk standing in the world of mortals, but he was born outside the three realms, and he knew that the other person's cultivation level was very powerful.
Chen Pipi glanced at Ning Que.
Ning Que looked at the middle-aged ascetic and suddenly asked: "You came to see me?"
Daoshi said calmly: "Please give me some advice, Mr. Thirteen."
Now that we have entered the world, we will naturally continue to face endless challenges. Thinking back to the time when the young master's uncle defeated the world's heroes with a single stroke and created the academy's unparalleled reputation in the world, Ning Que was mentally prepared for this situation.
, but he was not ready today.
Because of the stories about the trip to the wasteland, the conflict with the nymphomaniac, and the hateful old woman named Qu Nima Bang, Ning Que didn’t have the slightest fondness for the Yuelun Kingdom or the White Pagoda Temple, but a few days ago he had a meeting with the Monk Guanhai
After World War I, his views on Buddhist disciples changed.
He looked at the middle-aged ascetic and said sincerely: "I have some important things to do today. Master, can you wait a few more days?"
Daoshi said calmly: "Buddhism pays attention to fate. I came all the way from the moon to meet you in the prosperous city of Chang'an. How could I miss you?"
Ning Que frowned slightly.
Chen Pipi looked at his haggard expression and knew that Hua had been restless for the past two days and had not had a good rest. She couldn't help but shook her head, looked at Dao Shi and said with a smile: "I'll do it?"
Dao Shi said seriously: "The poor monk is no match for Mr. Twelve."
Chen Pipi was startled, then laughed angrily and said: "If you want to challenge the academy, what difference does it make if I take action or if my junior brother takes action? Do you monks want to face it or not?"
A smile appeared on Daoshi's dark cheeks and he said, "What do people who serve the Buddha want to do with their faces?"
From the early morning of yesterday to the early morning of this time, Ning Que didn't sleep, eat, or drink water. He was tortured by fear and confusion. He stood by the lake all night and cursed all night, but it didn't make him feel better. So he was very annoyed at this time, very annoyed.
Listening to the words of the monk from the White Pagoda Temple, Ning Que became more and more irritable. He was so irritated that he couldn't breathe. He was so irritated that he almost fell asleep. He was so irritated that he said directly: "I give up."
The middle-aged monk said: "It is meaningless to say defeat before fighting."
Ning Que looked at the middle-aged monk's dark cheeks and saw the wrinkles on his face that were as deep as mountains..." and after a long silence, he said, "Then you choose a place."
The middle-aged monk said: "Buddhism pays attention to fate. If Shuran meets Mr. Thirteen here, then he will be here."
Ning Que looked at the passers-by around him and at the child not far away who was holding a hot bun and tearing the paper while drooling. His voice became colder and he asked, "Have I ever offended you?"
The middle-aged monk calmly replied: "I have never met you."
Ning Que then asked: "Then why do you have to torment me like this?"
The middle-aged monk looked into his eyes and said, "Mr. Thirteen insulted my aunt in the wilderness."
Ning Que frowned slightly and said, "You are not Yang Guo."
Chen Pipi came to his side and lowered his voice and said: "Although I don't know who Yang Guo is, it seems that you have successfully aroused the opponent's desire to fight. I must remind you that there are many inexplicable things about Buddhist Kung Fu. , this ascetic is walking the path of the Lotus Pure Land, you may not be able to defeat him, how about we just leave? Anyway, I am here, and he will not dare to stop you by force."
Ning Que turned to look at him and said, "Don't you think it was him who aroused my desire to fight?"
Chen Pipi asked: "Why do you want to fight?"
Ning Que replied: "Because I'm annoyed."
The middle-aged monk looked at Ning Que, smiled slightly, and put down the curtain in his hand.
No matter how long it takes, there will still be a piece of cake in the end.
In front of Ning Que's eyes, there was a japonica rice cake, a local steamed bun, and a grave mound.
The lonely grave became clearer and clearer in his eyes, and the mulberry trees grew bigger and bigger, gradually covering up the fog rising from the breakfast stalls on the street, and almost covering the smiles of the children happily holding the meat buns.
Ning Que was not alarmed. He knew that the disappearance of the real world in front of him did not represent the real event, but that he was dragged into the spiritual world of the middle-aged ascetic monk.
That middle-aged monk turned out to be a nun master!
The mind master can directly attack the enemy's sea of consciousness with the power of mind, and use the power of mind to control the vitality of heaven and earth to directly attack the enemy's internal organs. It is invisible and traceless, difficult to guard against, and very powerful.
The world of spiritual practice has always recognized that among practitioners of the same level, mind masters are the most powerful.
Ning Que met the Nian Master.
Here, the first practitioner he met in the world, old man Lu Qingchen, was a great master of the Dongxuan Realm.
But he has never fought against a nen master.
He had never imagined how powerful the mind masters in Buddhism could be.
The lonely tomb with nowhere to talk about in front of me is getting louder and louder.
The real world is getting further and further away.
Ning Que's sea of consciousness was filled with nothingness and gloom.
Streetside in the real world.
He closed his eyes, took out the hatchet from his waist, and chopped off the bald head in front of him.
The grave of the spiritual world.
He opened his eyes, pulled out the simple knife from behind, and slashed towards the grave in front of him.
The irritability and murderous intention accumulated day and night.