Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 169: The Dead Master
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 169: The Master Who Died
In the early morning of winter, in Chang'an City, in addition to the lively places, there are many quiet and deserted places, such as the alleys that cross the market incredibly quiet.
Ning Que and Chen Pipi were walking in the narrow alley, and no one spoke for a long time. Chen Pipi looked at him, his eyes a little complicated, and that kind of complexity was hard to describe in words.
"If you want to ask, just ask."
Ning Que rubbed his slightly white cheeks and dispelled the fatigue in his body a little.
Chen Pipi shook her head.
Ning Que suddenly asked, "Don't you want to know what that subtitle means?"
Chen Pipi shrugged and said indifferently: "The mastermind behind it? I don't care about these anyway."
Ning Que suddenly stopped and looked up at the dark sky cut into pieces by the branches of the winter tree. Chen Pipi looked slightly different. He followed him up and looked into the sky, but saw nothing strange.
After Ning Que was silent for a long time, he suddenly laughed and looked at Chen Pipi and said, "I'm enchanted."
Chen Pipi didn't look at his eyes, but still looked at the sky, and said sarcastically: "This joke is not funny."
Ning Que looked at his round and chubby face and said seriously: "You know this is not a joke."
Chen Pipi said: "But I still think it's a joke."
Ning Que had no intention of retreating at all, staring at him and asked, "What if this is not a joke, what should you do to me?"
To this day, only Sangsang, the only one who knew that Ning Que had practiced the great energy and fell into the demonic path at the mountain gate of the Demon Sect in the Wasteland. The senior brother of the Academy may have already known it vaguely, but he has never made it clear.
Ning Que had discussed the devil's affairs with Chen Pipi in the past. In that discussion, Chen Pipi unconcealedly expressed his disgust and even despise of the Demon Sect.
But Ning Que confessed to him under this winter sky, because Chen Pipi treated him very well before becoming his twelfth senior brother. He was the most in Chang'an City except Sangsang.
After the other party had vaguely guessed the truth, he could not continue to hide this matter, and he really wanted to know how Chen Pipi would serve him.
Chen Pipi's method of dealing with this matter was very simple. After being silent for a moment, he really couldn't continue to pretend to be stupid. He began to be stunned: "I didn't hear what you were saying."
Ning Que leaned into his ear and shouted loudly: "I'm devil!"
Chen Pipi was frightened and quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He checked nervously forward, backward, left and right, and scolded: "It's not a glorious thing. Do you shout so loudly that you want the entire Chang'an City to hear it?"
Ning Que said: "I mainly want to make sure you can hear it clearly."
Chen Pipi took out his ears and said annoyedly: "The blood spurted out by the monk's caesarean section just now entered my ears. My ears are a little uncomfortable now, so I can't hear them clearly today."
Ning Que walked up to him and began to tell the story of his junior brother's devil.
Chen Pipi was not willing to look at his lips and hand shapes. He closed his eyes tightly and frowned in extreme sorrow.
Ning Que reached out to lift his eyes.
Chen Pipi was finally driven crazy by him and furiously yelled: "Let me know what this matter is for! If you don't say it, I will just pretend that I don't know anything. Would you say I have to slap you to death with one palm?"
Ning Que said with a shy face: "Senior brother, how can you bear it?"
The two of them stared at each other with big eyes and couldn't help laughing.
Both of them knew in their hearts that this matter was really over.
Walking out of the side alley, there is a teahouse by the street. Ning Que ran around hungry and thirsty all night, and was already exhausted. He was extremely injured when he fought with the middle-aged monk in a flash. His spirit was on the verge of collapse. He saw the outside of the teahouse.
The big teapot smelled the dessert smell from inside and could no longer walk.
Sitting by the table beside the second floor of the teahouse, Ning Quefeng swept the wind and the clouds and waves slapped the shore to clean up all the food and tea on the table, and then began to stare at Chang'an City in the morning through the window, just like he often did this day and night.
That's it.
Chen Pipi was like a senior brother, slowly carrying the pickled screw meat in spicy sauce. Looking at Ning Que's expression, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He thought to himself that the youngest brother's sea of consciousness had been severely damaged in the previous battle with the middle-aged monk.
Being transformed into a fool by the Buddha's will in the Pure Land of Lotus?
"Senior brother, can you do something for me?"
Ning Que withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at Chen Pipi very seriously and asked.
Chen Pipi was stunned and asked, "What's the matter?"
"This is how it is..."
“What art?”
"That's what it means."
"What's the minute and what's the minute?"
"Three points and seven points."
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While the two senior brothers in the academy were concentrating on the discussion, footsteps came from the stairwell of the teahouse. The two of them stopped talking tacitly and looked silently at the entrance of the stairs.
He Mingchi walked up with a buttered paper umbrella under his armpit, hunched over, looking like a teacher holding a ruler and a scroll in a rural private school.
Two monks from Yuelun Kingdom died mysteriously on the streets in the morning. This incident will naturally alarm the Tang Dynasty officials. Chang'an Mansion has no clue about this matter and does not know who took action, but there is no such thing in Tianshu.
How long did it take to determine the situation at that time and found someone.
Ning Que asked He Mingchi to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and said, "I remember Tang Luli's opinions as much as possible regarding such challenges."
He Mingchi greeted Chen Pipi a little restrainedly, and hesitated for a moment and said, "But Tang Lu never allowed a life-and-death duel, and the duel needs to be registered with the government."
Ning Que said: "How can this kind of thing be said accurately? As for filing, can I register with you at this time?"
He Mingchi smiled bitterly and said, "When I go back, I will ask the department to complete the filing of the duel this morning."
Ning Que toasted him with tea instead of wine, and said with a smile: "Then why are you here to come to us?"
He Mingchi put down the teacup and sighed, "The problem is that you are too ruthless."
Ning Que said calmly: "If I were not cruel, I would die now."
He Mingchi held the teacup and was silent for a moment and said, "But that middle-aged monk is not an ordinary person."
Ning Que and Chen Pipi remained silent. They had guessed that the middle-aged monk had an extraordinary origin and was most likely from the Hangkong Temple, but knowing and confirming were different.
"Daoshi is indeed not famous. Even the Tianshu office does not have much record of him. After he entered Chang'an a few days ago, if I hadn't occasionally curiously checked some old files and asked about the news from Yuelunguo,
Maybe he would only think that he was an unknown monk from Baita Temple."
He Mingchi looked at Ning Que and said, "Many years ago, the elder of Baita Temple picked up an abandoned baby outside the temple. Tianshu City thought this was a bit strange at that time, because Baita Temple is too close to the palace and the guards are very strict.
It is difficult for anyone to put an abandoned baby in that place, and that abandoned baby is Taoshi."
"It is said that the Taoist monk is related to some noble people in the Yuelun Palace. We found out that in the past few years, he has been reading scriptures and practicing Buddhism in the Hanging Temple, which indirectly proves the rumor of his life experience--everyone knows,
Although an aunt is disgusting, she has a very high status in the Buddhist sect and has always had a secret connection with the Hanging Temple."
"And the Taoist monks and Aunt Qunimadi have different personalities. Although they have not returned from the Hanging Temple for a long time, they have already gained great respect in the Buddhist temple of Yuelun Kingdom. This morning, Mr. Thirteenth has not only killed him.
He also cut off his head, for fear of angering the Moonland Kingdom and the Buddha Sect at the same time.”
Ning Que said: "I have been facing a very troublesome thing these two days. That matter involves the destruction or rebirth of my world. At this time, not to mention that the middle-aged monk may be Qunimadi's illegitimate son.
, Even if the old woman Qunimadi comes by herself, I will go to you to fuck you.”
He Mingchi sighed and said, "But his senior brother is Qi Nian."
The Buddha Sect walks all over the world, and the first great disciple in Hanging Temple preaches seven times.
Chen Pipi was silent because he had heard this name many times when he was a child, and the name was spoken from the proud senior brother Xiling, so he knew that Qi Nian was very strong.
Ning Que was also silent. The reason for his silence was relatively simple. Because Chen Pipi was silent, he remembered who Qi Nian was, and understood more specifically what level of opponent he killed Tao Shi and eventually angered.
"I'm in a bad mood today."
Ning Que finally concluded: "He hit me on the edge of the knife, even if he is not lucky."
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The streets of Chang'an.
He held up the head on the ground with his hands.
These hands were dark-skinned, and once held a bowl of food, once crawled in front of the Buddha, once caressed the tree and was silent. Most of the time, they held an iron staff and walked around the world with the floating monk's robe.
This hand belongs to an ordinary ascetic monk in Baita Temple.
The ascetic monk held the head with his hands trembling and knelt in front of the headless monk's corpse in front of the bun shop. It took him a long time to piece together the head and body.
The body of the thin monk has also been found, and it was placed flat beside the body of the middle-aged monk cross-legged body. The intestines have been stuffed back into the abdomen, and the chest, which was shot through by the talisman arrow, looked extremely terrifying.
The ascetic monk held an iron stick in his hand, knelt in front of the bodies of the two monks, and slowly lowered his head.
On the street, more than ten ascetic monks from Yuelun Kingdom also knelt down and bowed their heads to the point of tying.
In early winter, the wind rose from the other side of the street without any reason, making the monk's robes flutter. More than ten ascetic monks showed their dark faces, and then their expressions of grief and anger gradually appeared.
The sound of chanting scriptures rises with the wind and floats in the morning street.
Many people in Chang'an City watched from both ends of the Chang'an Street, and looked down as the sound of the scriptures were heard.
Snowflakes fell down one after another, covering the two monks outside the shop door, as if they wanted to cover up the blood stains on their necks and bodies. This was the last snow in Chang'an City this winter.
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For decades, the elder of the Baita Temple in Yuelunguo pushed the door out of the morning and saw a baby on the stone on the road outside the temple. The elder leaned over and watched for a long time, and asked the baby with a smile where you came from. The baby's eyes were as lighted in varnish, peaceful.
Soft, her tender lips slightly opened and responded softly, saying that I had come from where I came from. The elder was shocked and gently waved the monk's sleeve to carry the baby into the temple.
The elder gave the baby boy a name stone, thinking that he had the wisdom of his life, and later he was designated as a great master of the Buddha sect. Unexpectedly, as the age of the baby boy became mediocre, gradually becoming unknown, but he was often taken care of by noble people in the palace.
The Taoist Stone Monk practiced diligently and left the temple at the age of twelve. He returned to the capital at the age of 16. He looked at the imperial city ahead in the slums in the city and gradually entered the Pure Land of Lotus, but he was still nameless.
One year later, the Taoist monk was guided by noble people and resolutely went to the wasteland and entered the Hangkong Temple. He read the scriptures and practiced Buddhism under the first seat of the preaching. However, he was still unknown in the world.
Another year, when Taoist monk heard about something, his Zen heart moved slightly, and returned to the moonland from the hanging temple. He traveled to 480 temples in the mist and rain. His reputation began to be heard in the Buddhist sect.
From the Hanging Temple outside the world, I returned to the great Buddha sect in the world. There was Master Liansheng decades ago, and Master Huang Yang, the brother of the Tang Dynasty more than ten years ago. Today, there was finally a Master Daoshi in the Moon Wheel Kingdom.
One day, the master went to Chang'an City because of something in the wasteland, a thought in the world, and a speech by a Buddhist.
I met Mr. Thirteen of the Academy on the bank of Chang Street and passed away.
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(Yeah, I wrote the last paragraph very well. I killed the master who should have been awesome in history when Wuming was probably my bad taste?)