The dark-skinned young monk, whose monastic name is Guanhai, is a close disciple of Master Qishan, the elder of Lanke Temple. He currently has no specific position in the temple, but his seniority and status are extremely high, comparable to that of a host.
Last winter, it was Guan Hai who went to Chang'an City in person, handed Ning Que's invitation to the Holy Ghost Festival, and issued a challenge to him. Ning Que sat quietly by Yanming Lake for half a day, and finally figured out something.
He then returned to the South Gate Taoist Hall to fight with him and narrowly defeated him.
Ning Que had a good impression of Monk Guanhai, because although this young monk had a firm temperament, he was extremely gentle and approachable. Monk Guanhai was very attracted to the academy because his teacher had learned from the Master and kept praising him.
He also has great respect for the disciples on the second floor of the academy.
"As expected, this is your Lanke Temple's territory. I wanted to keep a low profile and not disturb you, so I met Master Qishan quietly, finished the work and left, but you still discovered me like this."
Ning Que stepped out of the carriage, looked at Guan Hai and said with a smile.
Monk Guanhai looked at the dusty carriage and said with a wry smile: "You can't be described as being low-key. I received a letter from the temple a few days ago and learned that you were attacked on the way... Oh, uncle, when will you come again?"
Broke the situation!"
The sea-watching monk suddenly felt that something seemed to have happened to Ning Que. It was very different from when they met in Chang'an City last winter. He vaguely guessed the truth and couldn't help but exclaimed.
Ning Que said: "I told you when you were in Chang'an, just call me senior brother."
Monk Guanhai hesitated for a moment, followed his request, and said: "Thirteenth Master...Brother, when we met last year, you were still in the Dongxuan territory. How come you managed to break out of the territory in such a short time? Do you have anything to do with it?"
Adventure?"
As a disciple of Buddhism, his temperament is calm and resolute, not to mention that Monk Guanhai has a profound realm. However, at this time, his voice actually trembled slightly.
Ning Que said: "Where are there so many adventures? If you can leave Washan from time to time, walk out of Lanke Temple and find more people to fight with in the world, it will not be that difficult to improve your realm."
Monk Guanhai looked at him with envy and awe in his eyes. Everyone in the cultivation world knew that Ning Que only entered the academy in just a few years, and now he has become a great practitioner in the realm of knowing destiny. It is really shocking and speechless.
Although it was a wonderful enjoyment to be looked at by a young master from Buddhism with such eyes. But Ning Que didn't have much time or energy to slowly experience it now. He said, "I wrote a letter in advance, have you read it?"
Monk Guanhai glanced at the black carriage and said, "I have seen it. I wonder how my sister-in-law is doing now."
Ning Que praised: "What the sister-in-law shouted makes perfect sense."
Then he said with a worried look on his face: "Please help Ye Hongyu to suppress the cold breath in his body. It should not get worse in a short time, but the sooner this matter is resolved, the better. When can I see Master Qishan?"
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Monk Guanhai showed a perplexed look on his face and said, "My master has been meditating in a hut in the mountains behind the temple all year round and sees no outsiders."
Ning Que looked slightly strange and asked, "Isn't the Bon Festival meeting about to be held soon?"
Monk Guanhai shook his head and explained: "In the past years, my family and teachers would not attend the Ullama Festival meetings. Even in these years when I practiced Buddhism with my family, I also listened quietly to the teachings through the door."
After hearing this, Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that if he didn't see the stranger, then what's the point of coming? He had already made up his mind. If that was the case, he would have no choice but to force his way into the mountain to see him.
At this moment, Monk Guanhai said: "But my master will be out of seclusion for one day this time."
Ning Que's raised eyebrows suddenly subsided. He looked at Monk Guanhai and said helplessly: "You are a monk from Washan. You are not a storyteller from the Wafang in Chang'an City. Can you speak without taking such a big breath?"
Monk Guanhai smiled apologetically and suggested: "My master's departure date is the day after tomorrow. It is better for Thirteenth Brother to rest in the temple for two days. Although it cannot be compared with the academy, there is still some beautiful scenery."
Ning Que thought that Sangsang's condition had been stable recently, and she was very fond of the scenery on the carriage. So after coming all the way to Lanke Temple, she really should take her around, at least to see clearly what this thousand-year-old temple has to offer.
What does it look like, especially since he is a disciple of the academy and is close to the Jian family, he should go to the tomb in the temple to pay homage.
"That's fine."
He thought of a question, looked at Monk Guanhai and asked: "Since Master Qishan has lived in seclusion for many years, why did this year's Bon Festival meeting disturb him? I know that the courts of the Central Plains countries came here to discuss the plan for the deserted people to go south.
It’s true that the various cultivating sects may be motivated by the legend of the invasion of the underworld.”
The sea-watching monk didn't know what he thought of. His eyes became a little complicated when he looked at him, and he said: "Maybe that's the case."
Ning Que understood what the young monk was thinking at this time, and asked with a smile: "It is said now that I am the son of Hades, so are you afraid or not afraid when you stand in front of me now?"
The sea-watching monk's eyes returned to calmness, he looked at him with a smile and said, "What's so scary?"
When Ning Que saw that his expression didn't seem to be fake, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled and asked: "Why is this?"
Monk Guanhai bowed to Xingfang Heshi, then straightened up, looked at him and said seriously: "Since Master is willing to accept senior brother as his direct disciple, how can senior brother be the son of Hades?"
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In the end, Ning Que did not move into the main courtyard of Lanke Temple for the sake of peace and quiet. Monk Guanhai took them to stay in a quiet villa near the mountains to the north without disturbing the monks in the temple.
After simply eating some vegetarian food and chatting briefly, Monk Guanhai stood up and left. Ning Que knew that although Master Qishan lived in seclusion all year round, Guanhai, as the future host of Lanke Temple, would not be able to attend such events as the Bon Festival.
During the waiting period, he would have to go out to receive other practicing sects, so he was not left behind.
Dusk was gradually approaching, and there was the sound of drums not far away, and then the night came. The servants in the temple boiled hot water, and Ning Que served Sangsang and heated her feet before going to sleep, and changed a few talismans on her body.
Then he lay down next to her with peace of mind.
When he woke up, the sky was getting bright, and the bells of Lanke Temple could be heard again. He listened quietly to the bells, which were rhythmic but not rhythmic. They seemed boring but actually quite refreshing, and he felt that his mood was much more peaceful.
After having breakfast with the servants, Ning Que let the big black horse go to play in the forest of the other courtyard. He put a thick fur coat on Sangsang and took her through an iron gate to the south of the other courtyard.
, walked into the back garden of Lanke Temple.
The monks in the temple should all be doing their morning prayers. There is no movement in the back garden except for the birds that get up early and work hard to survive and the insects that get up early and work hard but are unfortunately devoured.
A light mist filled the woods, and the main hall and several side halls of Lanke Temple in the distance were looming in the mist. They looked extremely solemn and beautiful, as if the Buddhist kingdom had truly come to the world.
Ning Que didn't have much interest in the scenery of these ancient temples. His eyes stayed in the pagoda forest in the fog. This pagoda forest was composed of dozens of stone pagodas. Each stone pagoda enshrined the ashes of a powerful Buddhist senior. According to the
An environment like this would have made people feel eerie and scary, but the sound of chanting sutras coming from the main hall in the distance turned everything into calm.
Tallinn is quiet and quiet. There are many paths and walking in it is like walking in a maze. If it is a first-time visitor, it is easy to get lost. However, he walked with Sangsang there without any pause or hesitation, which seemed particularly special.
Familiar, as if I have been here many times.
Sangsang raised her head and glanced at him, a little surprised and confused.
Ning Que himself didn't notice it. Even if he did, he would think it was because he was too familiar with the map that his senior brother drew for him before leaving. He probably wouldn't have thought that it was because he was so familiar with the map that his senior brother drew for him before leaving.
In the depths of his spiritual ocean, Liansheng's remaining fragments of consciousness were guiding him in the dark.
Walking to the northwest of the pagoda forest, beside a moss-covered stone pagoda, he saw a tomb. This tomb was very ordinary and unremarkable. However, in the pagoda forest where Lanke Temple enshrines the remains of Buddhist predecessors, a very ordinary tomb appeared.
The tomb is very eye-catching, with a faint and unusual smell.
Ning Que took Sang Sang's hand and walked to the tomb. He noticed that there were some moss marks on the tomb. But it looked very clean. Someone should come and take care of it from time to time. He was quite satisfied and had a better impression of the monks in the temple.
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He bowed deeply to the tomb.
This tomb has no tombstone,
But he knew who was buried in the tomb.
Buried in the tomb is a young woman. At least she was still very young when she died. She was once the best dancer in the world and had a very simple name.
Buried in this tomb is Jian Xiaoxiao.
The red sleeves call Jane everyone's sister.
The fiancée of the junior uncle of the academy.
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"If she hadn't been killed by Liansheng back then, she would have been my junior aunt. My junior uncle might still be alive now and even have several children with her. The youngest among them would have robbed my junior brother.
This glorious position, and then compete with Chen Pipi for the honor of being the most talented person."
Looking at the tomb that although it was often cleaned, no one must have visited it for many years, Ning Que smiled with complicated emotions and whispered: "There will be several more ancestors in the academy, but there are already many ancestors in the academy.
, I think the teacher wouldn’t mind adding a few more.”
Sangsang knelt down and reached out to pick off a fallen leaf that had drifted to the tomb last night. She didn't know what she thought of at this time, but she felt a little cold and subconsciously tightened the collar of her fur coat.
Ning Que lifted her up and held her in his arms. He looked at the tomb in front of him and thought about how the beautiful woman in the tomb who once danced with the Buddha's heart in front of Lanke Temple died in such a miserable way. He couldn't help but feel sad.
touch.
"Logically speaking, as a disciple of the academy, I should hate Liansheng very much. Even if I have a cold nature and have not been harmed by Liansheng, but have inherited some of his benefits, so I cannot hate him. As a murderer in the General's Mansion, I
The only survivor, why can’t even your teacher hate you now?”
Sang Sang’s teacher was Wei Guangming, the former great priest of Guangming. Ning Que spent the first half of his life full of despair and abnormal desire for revenge, so he wanted to be taught by this man. At this time, he said that he did not hate that man.
"Even Xia Hou, I don't hate him very much now, or it's hard to think of this person." He frowned and kept thinking, and murmured: "Am I really so cold-blooded?"
"Not because of cold blood, but because they are all dead."
Sangsang nestled in his arms, looked at the tomb, and said: "All things will disappear with death. If you hate someone and like someone, no matter how strong you are, you will gradually forget it."
Ning Que knew what she wanted to say, but he didn't want to hear it.
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(Nothing today. I'm going to Harbin to attend a friend's wedding tomorrow, but I will never update again. Ahem, that's probably it. Wow, if this continues, I will really die in the next few days.)