Volume 3 Eventful Autumn Chapter 85 A Cup of Scented Tea
The first person to speak was Master Qishan.
He looked at the people in the hall and said tiredly: "Of course you don't think that the legend is just a legend. There have been many signs of the arrival of eternal night. The year before last, the college's senior gentleman went to the cold region of the far north and found that the night time there had indeed become longer.
, and the temperature dropped sharply, even the Atami showed signs of freezing."
Cheng Lixue leaned forward slightly, greeted everyone, and then said: "Master Headmaster did indeed see ice layers strangely appearing in the depths of the Sea of Storms in the light curtain."
Master Qishan sighed and said, "Mr. Da also mentioned in the letter that the ice date in Chang'an City was advanced by two days and three days respectively the year before last and the year before last."
Cheng Ziqing frowned slightly and said: "But this year autumn in Chang'an City is later than last year. I always thought that the changes in climate between years are normal."
At this moment, Master Baoshu, the head of the Discipline Academy of Xuankong Temple, spoke slowly: "There is no need to argue further about this matter. The deserter went south to prove that what Mr. Da has said is true. Don't waste your time on such useless discussions."
Above, the first thing we have to consider is how to respond to the invasion of the underworld."
After Master Baoshu entered Lanke Temple, he remained closed-door to himself. When he was on the mountain, he sat silently in the Buddhist chariot. Today, many people in the temple, including Ning Que, saw him for the first time.
's true face.
I saw that this eminent monk had long eyebrows, pure luster in his eyes, slightly frosted eyebrows, a few wrinkles on his forehead, and a solemn image, but no one could guess his true age.
Master Baoshu came from an unknown place and was the first such big figure in the Discipline Academy. In terms of status, he was undoubtedly the highest in the field, so as soon as he spoke, Cheng Ziqing shut up and expressed his agreement.
It was confirmed through the Hanging Temple that the invasion of the underworld was not a legend. The Buddhist temple suddenly became quieter. The legend became a reality, which was not an easy reality to accept. Both Cheng Ziqing and Qu Nimadei were silently thinking, could it be that the legend had become a reality?
Will I encounter the apocalypse that countless generations of practitioners have not encountered before?
Master Baoshu looked around at everyone and said sternly: "The invasion of the underworld must be a very long process. Maybe our generation will never be able to meet it. But as the saying goes, the predecessors planted trees and the descendants will enjoy the shade. In order for the human world to survive, we must now
Just start making preparations.”
Everyone knows how to prepare, but what should you prepare for?
The hall became extremely quiet again.
The sea-watching monk went outside the hall, got hot water, and began to serve tea to the guests.
Master Qishan used to cherish his young disciple very much and was unwilling to tell him too many bleak stories about his future, so this was the first time he participated in such an occasion. In fact, if it weren't for ordinary monks,
After hearing the discussion in the palace, it was not his turn to do this job.
So he was a little excited and a little nervous. The hand holding the tea bowl trembled slightly. How could he notice how many tea leaves he put into the tea bowl and what kind of tea leaves he put.
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Ning Que has no interest in this kind of discussion. In his opinion, if the underworld really invades, these people in the temple will be able to discuss the real countermeasures. Where will the master of Zhishou Temple be placed?
Where is the sutra seat, and where is the master?
It's just that there are a bunch of lazy people in the mountains behind the academy who don't care about worldly things. He was forcibly assigned the title of a worldly person. On occasions like this, he had to represent the academy.
But he didn't expect that this discussion would soon involve him.
"The invasion of the underworld requires Pluto to project himself into our world, and it needs to use the body of Pluto's son as a channel. Sixteen years ago, visions descended from the sky in the wilderness, and all the sects of the world converged there. This is because regardless of the Xuankong Temple,
Still Zhi Shou Guan, they all realized that the son of Hades has arrived in our world."
Master Baoshu said slowly, and then glanced at Ning Que.
Ning Que knew what he meant by this glance, and his mood was slightly stern, but his expression remained unchanged.
Qu Ni Madi stared at him resentfully and said in a hoarse voice: "Then the most important thing we should do now is to find the son of Hades and then... kill him."
Master Qishan took the teacup from Guanhai Monk's hand, lowered his head and blew it gently without saying a word.
Everyone in the Buddhist temple knew who Qu Ni Ma Di was alluding to. After all, after the battle between Ning Que and Xia Hou, the judgment of the Great Priest Guangming had long been spread, and the Buddhist sect seemed to hold this view as well.
But in the absence of evidence, who dares to say that Master’s direct disciple is the son of Pluto? For more than a year, no one dared to say this in front of Ning Que, and even that rumor gradually faded away
After all, no one has seen Hades, but all practitioners know that the academy cannot offend him.
So when Qu Ni Ma Di said these words, no one in the hall answered the question at all, and no one pretended to be ignorant enough to ask, then who is the son of Hades? It was still quiet.
Qu Ni Madi seemed not to have expected to face such a situation. Her old eyebrows became increasingly angry and her eyes became more malicious. She stared at Ning Que and said, "Mr. Thirteen, don't you have anything to say?"
Ning Que said: "I want to say, can you please stop beating around the bush when you speak?"
Qu Ni Madi was furious when she heard this, her chest kept rising and falling, and she said sternly: "I am talking about you!"
"You are the son of Hades!"
Ning Que had long thought that someone would attack today, but he didn't know whether it would be Qu Ni Madi or the Master Baoshu who would be the first to attack. At this time, he finally confirmed that the old nun was indeed the most annoying creature.
However, this was the first time that the rumor was put on the table. People in the Buddhist temple had complicated eyes. Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que quietly, slightly worried.
Ning Que looked at her and asked calmly: "If there is no evidence, don't say anything casually."
Qu Nimadei sneered and said: "Back then, the Great Priest of Light judged that the son of Pluto was born in General Xuanwei's mansion in Chang'an. Now you are the only living person in that general's mansion. If you are not the son of Pluto, who is?"
"So you're talking about my wife's teacher."
Ning Que said: "But he is already dead, so he cannot be a witness, and even if the words you said are his last words, this testimony has no validity... No matter how good-looking a person is, sometimes he sees it wrong.
, don’t forget that because of this incident, he was beaten to dust by the temple owner and imprisoned by the Xiling Temple for more than ten years. If you insist that he is right, does it mean that the temple owner is wrong and the Xiling Temple is wrong?
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Qu Ni Madi was speechless for a moment. No matter how high up she was in Buddhism or the world, no matter how respected she was, she would not dare to directly accuse an outsider like the Master of Zhishou Guan of being wrong in public.
Ning Que looked at her and shook his head and said, "I really don't know what to say."
Then he looked at Cheng Lixue and asked: "I'm not a troublemaker, and I don't think she has the guts to be disrespectful to the entire Taoist sect, but what did we say just now? Why did the whole family die?"
Cheng Lixue smiled bitterly and said nothing, thinking that you are not afraid of offending others, but she did not want to form a deep hatred with that old godly woman.
Although Qu Ni Madi didn't know about the conversation between Ning Que and Cheng Lixue, but after hearing that the whole family died, she knew that it was definitely not a good thing, and these five words happened to touch her biggest pain, and she couldn't help but feel sad and angry.
At the same time, thoughts came to my mind, and the wrinkles on my face were full of resentment.
Ning Que looked at her and said calmly: "If you don't want to cause trouble for Yuelun Kingdom, then say something meaningful. Although you are of lower generation, you are not young. Don't act like you did in the wasteland.
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His voice was calm and did not appear harsh. However, between the words, there was a strong flavor of elders teaching younger ones that could not be concealed no matter what.
Qu Ni Madi's grief and anger grew stronger, and her whole body was shaking with anger.
Master Baoshu frowned slightly, seeming to be a little dissatisfied with Ning Que's performance.
The debate in the palace was lively, but it was really meaningless. Sangsang knew that Ning Que had never been willing to suffer losses, both in terms of swordsmanship and speech, so naturally he wasn't too worried and was even a little distracted.
She took a cup of tea from the hands of the sea-watching monk.
What was in the teacup was not the clear tea that Master Qishan was used to drinking, but scented tea.
Sangsang lowered her head, smelling the blended yet distinct fragrance of pure tea flowers, and looking at the small jasmine flower slowly sinking in the clear tea soup, she felt very fond of it.
Ning Que suddenly felt uneasy.
Sangsang picked up the teacup and put it to her lips. She was about to take a sip, but she felt a little uneasy. She frowned slightly and moved her wrist slightly, ready to put the teacup down.
The nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia seemed unusually quiet in the Buddhist temple today, lowering his head and saying nothing.
Although she is the princess of Yuelun Kingdom and is the key training target of Xiling Temple, in such an occasion, regardless of seniority or strength, she can only be ranked last, so silence is a matter of course.
Moreover, since she came to Washan, she has always been silent, and her expression is so indifferent, so no one in the hall thinks there is anything strange about her.
However, when Sangsang picked up the cup of scented tea, she raised her head.
Lu Chenjia's eyes were still cold and her expression was still dull, just like the look that made Ning Que feel a little chilly in Washan. However, if you look carefully, you can see that her flower-like lips are trembling slightly.
It was nervous and exciting.
Seeing Sangsang frowning slightly, she seemed ready to put the tea cup down.
Lu Chenjia pursed her trembling lips, with a sad and desolate smile on her face. She pinched off the stem of a withered little flower with a little force from the fingers of her hands in her sleeves, and scattered the petals.
A very light breath instantly released her sleeves.
A shocking change occurred in the tea cup in Sangsang's hand.
The jasmine flower rising and falling slowly in the clear tea seemed to have been injected with some kind of vitality. It bloomed in the tea cup. Several petals broke away from the stem, broke out of the tea, and hit Sangsang's face with a powerful breath!
The teacup had just left Sangsang's lips and was very close to her face, so close that it was difficult to react.
Whether it was Xiling's divine magic or the newly learned Buddhist teachings, there was no time to react.
She opened her eyes wide and watched the jasmine petals with tea remaining flying towards her.
At this moment, she only had time to think about it.
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(Chapter 3 is delivered, Chapter 4 will be out before twelve o’clock.)