Ning Que thought about this sentence and asked seriously, "If you want to eat your favorite crab porridge, you won't be able to drink water. What should you do?"
Chen Pipi waved his hand impatiently and said, "That's impossible. Where can't I find water?"
Ning Que insisted and asked, "What if the water has legs and thoughts and doesn't want you to drink it? It will run away when you get close to it. What will you do then?"
Chen Pipi was stunned and thought for a long time. He said helplessly, "If that's the case, I'll drink water to survive, even though it will be painful."
Ning Que looked at the morning light rippling on the surface of the lake and said sadly, "Other people can have many wives and concubines … Well, to put it in a better way, other people can have many relationships, why can't I? Why did my girl learn to be jealous when she's still a child? "
Chen Pipi stood beside him and looked at the reflection of Yanming Mountain in the lake. He said, "Don't ask me about this. I've never understood women."
Ning Que glanced at him.
Chen Pipi shook his head and said, "Don't expect to get any help from Senior Brothers and Sisters. No one in the Back Mountain has experience in this aspect. They are all geniuses and idiots."
Ning Que said emotionally, "I thought the most important thing in life was to be happy, but I didn't expect her to be so unhappy. It's been more than ten years and I don't think I've won against her once. Why? Everything in the world is good and I like it very much. But she doesn't like it and I can't do anything about it. Is this fate? "
Chen Pipi comforted him, "Then you have to learn to accept your fate."
"I don't think it's comforting."
Ning Que said, "Oh yes, why did Senior Brother bring me back to the Academy?"
Chen Pipi said, "Everyone wants to know whether you want to choose Shanshan or Sangsang. But it seems that there's no need to ask now. I agree with your choice."
Ning Que asked with a strange expression, "Why?"
Chen Pipi looked at him and said, "Because I knew you would choose her."
Ning Que was silent for a long time.
Chen Pipi frowned and rubbed his cheeks. He asked with concern, "How are you going to solve this?"
After a moment of silence, Ning Que said, "When Sangsang was little, she didn't want to wash her own clothes. At that time, I taught her to do her own things. Since this is my own matter, I have to deal with it myself, and this kind of thing must be handled without any sloppiness. "
Chen Pipi asked worriedly, "Aren't you worried about hurting her?"
Ning Que said with a smile, "Am I not a very fickle person?"
Chen Pipi looked at him and said very seriously, "Your smile is very fake and gloomy …"
Ning Que smiled sadly and did not know what to say.
Chen Pipi sighed and said, "The relationship between a man and a woman is indeed the most troublesome thing in the world. Now that I think about it, I really have to thank that woman, Ye Hongyu. She made me not have any thoughts about women in my life, so that I don't have to go through your troubles."
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The two of them walked around the lake and left Yanming Mountain, returning to the noisy streets. The morning sun was shining brightly, and the people of Chang 'an had already woken up. There was a long queue in front of the breakfast stalls.
Two monks stood beside a steamed bun shop. One was a skinny warrior monk, whose exposed arms looked like steel. The other was a middle-aged monk with dark skin and a face full of hardships.
The two monks were holding snow-white steamed buns in their hands, silently chewing them. There were two bowls of clear water on the stone slab under their feet. Their monk robes were old, and they looked indifferent. It was a sharp contrast to the bustling scene around them.
"It's rare to see sadhus in Chang 'an."
Looking at the two monks on the street from afar, Chen Pipi frowned and said, "Especially such powerful sadhus."
Ning Que looked at the two monks in front of him who were silently chewing on steamed buns and said with a sigh, "All life is bitter, and all life is bitter. I thought I had suffered enough, but I didn't expect that there would be people in the world who suffer more than me. They don't even have fermented bean curd to go with their steamed buns. They really are sadhus."
Chang 'an was the most magnificent city in the world, and many strange people appeared every day. Even though sadhus were rare, the two of them did not care and just walked past them.
As they walked past the two monks, Ning Que glanced at the middle-aged monk.
Just then, the middle-aged monk raised his head and looked at Ning Que.
Ning Que stopped.
The middle-aged monk's gaze was calm and powerful, as if he had been quietly immersed in incense for thousands of years in front of the ancient Buddha lamp, without any impurities.
The aura that the middle-aged monk exuded was also extremely calm and powerful. Even though he was standing in the bustling market with half a snow-white steamed bun in his hand, it was as if he was standing in a Buddhist land with blooming lotuses and holding a dewy branch in his hand.
Chen Pipi stopped and frowned at the middle-aged monk. He suddenly said, "The pure land of the human world, and you became a Buddha yourself … You came from the White Tower?"
The middle-aged monk put his palms together and said, "I'm Dao Shi from the White Tower Temple. Greetings, Mr. Twelve and Mr. Thirteen of the Academy."
Dao Shi was a very unknown sadhus.
Chen Pipi had never heard of his name. Most cultivators in the world had never heard of his name. That was because Dao Shi had been cultivating in the countryside ever since he left the White Tower.
However, there was no fixed relationship between a cultivator's fame and strength.
Chen Pipi looked at the sadhus who stood in the mortal world but condensed his Dharma Idol outside of the Three Realms. He knew that his cultivation state was very powerful.
Chen Pipi glanced at Ning Que.
Ning Que looked at the middle-aged sadhus and suddenly asked, "Are you here for me?"
Dao Shi said calmly, "Please enlighten me, Mr. Thirteen."
Since he had entered the human world, he would naturally face endless challenges. Back then, Youngest Uncle had relied on a sword to defeat the heroes of the world, and that was how he had built the reputation of the Academy in the world. Ning Que had long been mentally prepared for such a situation, but he was not ready today.
Because of the stories of the trip to the Wilderness, because of the conflict with the Flower Addict, because of that hateful old woman called Quni Madi, Ning Que did not have a good impression of the Yuelun Kingdom and the White Tower Temple. However, after the battle with monk Guan Hai a few days ago, his impression of the Buddhism disciples had changed.
He looked at the middle-aged sadhus and said sincerely, "I have something important to do today. Master, can you wait for a few more days?"
Dao Shi said calmly, "Buddhism pays attention to fate. I have traveled thousands of miles from Yuelun Kingdom to meet you in this bustling Chang 'an City. How can I miss this chance?"
Ning Que frowned slightly.
Chen Pipi looked at his haggard expression and knew that he had been restless these two days and had not rested well. He could not help but shake his head. He looked at Dao Shi and said with a smile, "Let me do it?"
Dao Shi said seriously, "I am not a match for Mr. Twelve."
Chen Pipi was startled. He was so angry that he laughed and said, "If you want to challenge the Academy, what's the difference between me or Youngest Brother? Do you monks care about your face or not? "
A smile appeared on Dao Shi's dark face. He said, "As a servant of Buddha, why should I care about my face?"
From yesterday morning until now, Ning Que had not slept, eaten, or drunk any water. He was tortured by fear and frustration. He stood by the lake and cursed for an entire night, but it did not make him feel any better. That was why he was annoyed, extremely annoyed.
Listening to the White Tower Temple monk's words, Ning Que became more and more annoyed. He was so annoyed that he could not breathe, so annoyed that he was about to collapse. He was so annoyed that he directly said, "I admit defeat."
The middle-aged monk said, "It's meaningless to admit defeat before the battle."
Ning Que looked at the middle-aged monk's dark cheeks and the crisscrossing wrinkles on his face. After a long silence, he said, "Then choose a place."
The middle-aged monk said, "Buddhism pays attention to fate. Since I have met Mr. Thirteen here, then let's do it here."
Ning Que looked at the passers-by around him and at the child who was holding a hot bun and tearing paper. His voice gradually turned cold as he asked, "Have I offended you?"
The middle-aged monk replied calmly, "You and I have never met."
Ning Que continued to ask, "Then why do you have to torture me like this?"
The middle-aged monk looked into his eyes and said, "In the Wilderness, Mr. Thirteen humiliated my aunt."
Ning Que frowned slightly and said, "You are not Yang Guo."
Chen Pipi moved closer to him and said in a low voice, "Although I don't know who Yang Guo is, it seems that you have successfully aroused his desire to fight. I have to remind you that there are many inexplicable aspects of the Buddhism Sect. This sadhu walks the path of lotus pure land. You may not be able to defeat him. Why don't we just leave? Since I am here, he will not dare to stop you by force. "
Ning Que turned to look at him and said, "Don't you think that he has aroused my desire to fight?"
Chen Pipi asked, "Why do you want to fight?"
Ning Que answered, "Because I am annoyed."
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The middle-aged monk looked at Ning Que and smiled slightly. He put down the bun in his hand.
Even if it had been a thousand years, it would still be a bun in the end.
In front of Ning Que's eyes, there was a bun, a bun, and a grave.
The lone grave became clearer and larger in his eyes. Gradually, it covered the fog rising from the breakfast stalls by the street and the smiling faces of the children happily holding their meat buns.
Ning Que was not frightened. He knew that the disappearance of the real world in front of him did not represent the real thing. It was just that he had been dragged into the middle-aged sadhu's spiritual world.
The middle-aged monk turned out to be a Psyche Master!
A Psyche Master could directly use his Psyche Power to attack the enemy's sense of perception. He could use his Psyche Power to control the Qi of Heaven and Earth to directly attack the enemy's internal organs. It was invisible and hard to guard against. It was very powerful.
The cultivation world had always known that among cultivators of the same state, a Psyche Master was the most powerful.
Ning Que had met a Psyche Master before.
The first cultivator he met in this world, Lyu Qingchen, was a great Psyche Master in the Seethrough State.
But he had never fought with a Psyche Master.
He had never imagined how powerful a Psyche Master in the Buddhism Sect could be.
The lonely grave in front of him was getting closer and closer.
The real world was getting further and further away.
Ning Que's sense of perception was empty and dark.
On the street in the real world.
He closed his eyes, pulled out the hatchet from his waist and chopped at the bald man in front of him.
In front of the grave in the spiritual world.
He opened his eyes, pulled out the podao from his back, and chopped at the grave in front of him.
The frustration and killing intent accumulated for a day and a night.
All of it was in this one chop.
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