The fifth volume of the pen of magic, the thirteenth chapter, the past is like dust
Ning Que used talismans to set up a barrier in the ruined temple, not worried that the sound in front of the hall would reach the back of the hall, but even so, he still paid great attention to the voice of his speech and did not want the blind monk to hear it.
Guanhai Monk sighed and said, "He was expelled from Chang'an City and was always wandering around the world. Although his realm is still there, he just couldn't see things with his eyes. Naturally, he lived a bit hard life. Two years ago, he wandered to Mount Wa and was a monk in the temple.
I found out that I have been practicing with me in Lanke Temple since then."
Ning Que looked at the palace and thought that the yin monk's biological father was killed by himself in the Western Wilderness. The Hanging Temple had already expelled him, so he naturally ignored his life and death. He had been wandering around the world for many years and must have lived a miserable life.
, but he just thought about it, but he couldn't feel any sympathy.
"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother." He looked at Guanhai Monk and said, "I'm so sorry to tell those stories."
Guanhai Monk sighed and said, "Although he committed many crimes back then, his eyes were blind and he was not in the world in the temple. Why should he drag him into the world and be tortured?"
Ning Que said: "If he was really free from dust, how could he leave Mount Wa with you?"
Guanhai Monk looked at him and said, "I can understand the feeling of the Tang people. But since I want to do something, why bother placing others? Why do you really have to do it?"
Ning Que said: "Yes, thank you for your hard work, it's really meaningless, it's just an excuse. The academy doesn't want to give the Taoist sect an excuse, but I need an excuse to convince myself to do something."
Guanhai Monk sighed and said, "The teacher couldn't see which path you would go in the future. Now it seems that I can't help but feel a little worried."
Ning Que said: "The master entered Qishan, how could he have thought that I would go on Qi Road?"
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Taking advantage of the night, Ning Que walked into Yangzhou City. He came outside the city guard palace and looked at the clusters of green bamboos stretching out of the courtyard wall. He was silent for a moment, bent his knees and rose again, and then he jumped to the wall, stretched out his right hand like lightning.
Holding the unsmooth bamboo, it slid quietly and silently like a thin cloth.
Wang Jinglei had already left at this time, probably preparing on the banks of the Fuchun River. He was the only one who entered the city guarding mansion. He did not give talismans or hold a knife. He just entered easily with his incredible physical strength and strength.
No one could find him in the deepest part of the city guard's mansion.
According to the theory of the realm of cultivation, he is now a strong man in the realm of knowing life, but the most important thing about his true strength is the body of the demon after practicing Haoranqi and the identity of the divine talisman master.
In Qinghe County, no one could pose a threat to him except those two powerful families who are aristocratic. This means that no one in Yangzhou City can stop him from doing things.
Not long after, he carried Zhong Dajun out of the back garden. Zhong Dajun was not in a coma, but could not speak, and his pale face was full of horror.
Ning Que walked to the courtyard wall casually like carrying a bag of garbage, raising his arms and throwing him out of the wall. He only heard a muffled sound, and then he jumped out.
Some blood was scattered on the street outside the courtyard wall. Zhong Dajun's face turned pale, his facial features twitched in pain, and some bones on his body were probably broken, but he still couldn't speak. Even until this time, he didn't know what it was.
Who sneaked into the mansion quietly and restrained himself.
When he arrived at the dilapidated temple outside Yangzhou City, Ning Que threw Zhong Dajun on the ground, then poured a bowl of herbal tea and drank it slowly. Zhong Dajun found that his hands and feet could move, so he did not try to escape at the first time, but was covered in pain.
The blood foam that had been held in his throat for a while would come out.
Because of pain and fear, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans. His arms trembled and wiped his sweat, and he forced himself to calm down before he dared to see what the person looked like.
Zhong Dajun is a child of the Qinghe family. He was born with a golden key in his childhood. He has been very successful in his life. He made great contributions in the rebellion last year and was even more powerful. If he had any regrets in his life, he would naturally be the one named Ning.
The person who was short of, that former classmate in the academy.
So of course he remembered Ning Que. Even if Ning Que turned into ashes, he could recognize him. How could he forget this person who brought him endless humiliation back then?
What made him feel even more humiliated was that after a long time, he saw Ning Que again, but found that he could not hate him. It had nothing to do with the physical pain at this time, but only related to fear, and was very desperate.
Even if he is now in Yangzhou City, how can he be compared with Mr. Thirteen of the academy? The confrontation between Prince Longqing and Ning Que may be a good talk from another perspective, but if the world knows that he is secretly
If you have been jealous of Ning Que for many years, you will definitely only make endless ridicule at him.
Just as Zhong Dajun thought of it over the past few nights with reluctance, self-deprecation, helplessness, and despair, Ning Que has basically forgotten the little stories in the academy back then, and he didn't know that Zhong Dajun was so jealous of himself.
But he really hates Jong Dajun.
Zhong Dajun sat up with difficulty, looked at Ning Que's back in front of the broken Buddha statue, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Is it useful to beg for mercy at this time?
Ning Que turned around.
Zhong Dajun asked in a trembling voice: "What are you going to do?"
Ning Que looked at him without saying anything, his eyes were calm and without any emotion.
Seeing Ning Que's eyes, Zhong Dajun knew that he would definitely suffer a lot today, and he might even die. He just didn't understand why the other party did this.
"Why?" he asked.
Ning Que still didn't say anything, just looked into his eyes quietly.
Zhong Dajun saw murderous intent in his eyes, the blood in the Tiancheng Guardian that year, and the unwilling eyes of the Tang Dynasty officials who died under the swords and axes.
His body began to tremble violently, and the desire to survive overwhelmed his fear. He clenched his fists tightly to protect his chest, and his voice shouted hoarsely: "The academy signed the agreement, you can't kill me!"
Ning Que still doesn't speak.
Zhong Dajun knelt in front of him, spread his hands, and tried his best to defend himself: "I am doing my job on orders, and I am just a little person in Qinghe County. If you want to kill someone to establish authority, there is no point in choosing me. What's more, if someone wants to let me go
Knowing that you left Chang'an City, the strong Taoist sect will come to kill you. Why do you take this risk for a little person like me who is more pitiful than a slug?"
Ning Que looked at him quietly and never said a word.
Zhong Dajun was desperate and shouted in horror: "When you killed the people in the guild hall, you had not signed a peace agreement, but you killed me now is a provocation to the temple! The temple wants the world to be in love, how could this be allowed to happen? Could it be that you
Want the war to resume? What exactly do you want to do?
The ruined temple was extremely quiet, only Zhong Dajun's screams kept ringing, echoing between the broken Buddha statue and the dirty old curtain cloth. This strange feeling made him go crazy. He slapped the dusty ground desperately.
He used a hoarse voice to tell the reason why Ning Que could not kill himself, belittled his identity, and made the most painful confession and the craziest insults, just to save his life.
"You're scaring me, right?"
Zhong Dajun looked at Ning Que, his face full of snot and tears, and he chuckled like a madman, saying, "You can't kill me, so you want to scare me crazy!"
He seemed to have grasped the point of this matter, waved his arms excitedly, and shouted: "I understand! You are just scaring me! I, Zhong Dajun, are not scared by others!"
Hearing this sentence, Ning Que smiled and left the dilapidated temple.
Looking at the closed temple gate, Zhong Dajun's face was full of astonishment, and his arms were still stuck in the air. He had no idea what was going on now. Why did the other party leave like this?
At this moment, a voice came from the rear of the palace: "Is it Zhong Dajun?"
As he finished speaking, a monk walked out from behind the hall with a bamboo stick. He was wearing a cloth robe, slightly tilted his head, his eyes were sunken, and his inside was as dark as a hole.
Zhong Dajun looked at the blind monk and subconsciously replied: "Not bad."
Hearing his answer, the blind monk laughed, his laughter hoarse and bright, hitting the walls of the ruined temple, shaking the dust off, but it seemed so resentful.
Zhong Dajun felt a little weird and asked, "Who are you?"
The blind monk was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I realized the truth."
Zhong Dajun thought the name sounded familiar, but forgot to hear it somewhere.
Wudao walked to Zhong Dajun, squinted his blind eyes, looked at the other person he didn't see, and asked indifferently: "Have you been in Chang'an City?"
Zhong Dajun felt more and more alert and replied cautiously: "I only stayed for two years."
This blind monk was the illegitimate son of a great master from the Hangkong Temple. He was expelled from the wasteland due to his misconduct. After entering the world, he had caused so many debts and ruined many good women. He once participated in the second floor of the academy.
It was the day when he met Ning Que and Sangsang again.
He fell in love with Sangsang at first sight and wanted to get close to him, but unexpectedly, he was first expelled by Master Yan Se, and then he was blinded by the great master of Light, and he became a useless person since then.
He was a monk in the world and had no contact with the world of cultivation. He didn't know the major events that happened in the world of cultivation. After his blindness, his heart was ashen and wandered around the world. After going to Lanke Temple, he couldn't leave and gradually took those pasts.
I forgot all, and I almost forgot the stories told by Senior Brother Guanhai, and I even almost forgot what the little girl looked like, but he never forgot the name that man reported on the mountain road.
Academy, Zhong Dajun.
He did not hear all the conversation between Ning Que and Zhong Dajun, but only heard the last sentence Zhong Dajun said. He thought he was far away from the world, without love or hatred, but today he suddenly heard the name in this dilapidated temple today
Only then did I realize that I was still hating.
He hated himself for being blind, hated himself for being blind, hated that little girl, hated that little girl wanted to follow the man named Ning Que, hated himself for losing everything, but that person had everything.
"No wonder my senior brother wanted to bring me here. I think he wanted me to see my heart clearly and find true peace. However, I can only disappoint my senior brother, because only by killing you can I get real
Calmness, get relief from the abyss of hatred.”
Wudao looked at Zhong Dajun and said seriously.
Zhong Dajun looked at the monk's blind eyes and felt extremely cold.
Zhudao said calmly: "Please rest assured, I will kill you seriously with a very correct attitude."
Zhong Dajun wanted to say something, but could only let out a scream.
If you do anything seriously, you must focus on it. If you focus on it, you will die very slowly. I think on this night, in this ruined temple that has long been incense.
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The miserable screams and begging for mercy kept coming from the dilapidated temple. The two somewhat old doors seemed to be unable to bear to look at the scenes in the temple anymore, trembling slightly.
Ning Que stood in front of the temple, listening to the sound coming from behind, remembering the scene when he followed the old hunter for the first time. The beast at the bottom of the pit, which was penetrated by more than a dozen bamboo sticks but could not die for a while, seemed to be with
At this time, Zhong Dajun's screams were very similar, and he couldn't help laughing.
Guanhai Monk looked at the expression on his face, silently pronounced the Buddha's name, and said bitterly: "You have indeed become a demon. I will do this evil thing with you. I will not be able to see the Buddha's kingdom again in this life."
Ning Que looked at him and said, "Since Zhong Dajun deserves to die, this matter is naturally not considered evil."
Guanhai monk shook his head and said, "Good and evil are in the heart, and deception is evil. Although Junior Brother Wudao did countless evils in the first half of his life, he had already repented and reformed in the temple, but I deceived him to kill people. My sins are even worse."
Ning Que said: "I said before that since he is willing to follow you away from Mount Wa, it means that he still has a deep affection for the world. At this point, that attachment is hatred. How can we resolve hatred? Buddhism does not work, nor does it work.
.How can you relieve the hatred caused by pain without repaying? After tonight, the hatred of enlightenment can be untied. If you have no greed for the world, you will not be able to understand the great way in the future. No matter how you look at it,
Brother, you do all good deeds, where do you get evil?"
"I can't tell you."
Guanhai Monk said guiltily: "But I know that my behavior must not be favored by the Buddha."
Ning Que said: "The Buddha is just a practitioner. How can we determine our right and wrong based on his right and wrong? If you are worried that you will not see the Buddha's kingdom again in this life, what if I build a real Buddha kingdom for you on earth?"
The monk Guanhai didn't know how to answer the conversation.
At this moment, the screams in the ruined temple finally slowly faded and then did not sound again.
Wudao pushed open the temple gate, staggered out, spreading his bloody hands, shouting in a crying voice, "Senior Brother, where are you? Where are you?"
Ning Que walked to the side quietly.
The monk Guanhai stepped forward to support enlightenment.
Wudao fell to the ground, hugged his legs and cried bitterly, and said in a trembling voice: "Young brother, I'm sorry for my senior brother's teachings."
Guanhai Monk also wet his eyes, and looked at Ning Que, who was standing next to him with a complicated mood, thought he would say goodbye, and then supported Zudao and walked into the dark night.
Ning Que looked at the bloody scene in the dim dilapidated temple and stood quietly. When he arrived at the official road in the distance, he saw the torches on the starry sky and turned around and left.
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