The Lanke Temple was far away in the southeast. It was a long journey, and no one was willing to make time too tight. Therefore, even though the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival was held in autumn, most of the tourists and diplomatic corps of the Tang Empire who were preparing to participate in the festival chose to set off in early summer.
The Academy was the first to receive the invitation from the Lanke Temple and sent Ning Que as their representative. Sangsang, who had recovered, followed him as well. Their departure time was today.
Other than the Eldest Brother who had to travel with the Headmaster of the Academy, the disciples of the Back Mountain of the Academy rarely appeared in the world. These idiots would only feel happy if they stayed in their own world. For them, the Back Mountain was big enough, and there was no need for them to stir up trouble in the mortal world.
Based on this belief, they did not envy their Youngest Brother who needed to cultivate in the mortal world. Instead, they sympathized with him. Therefore, when Ning Que set off, just like when he went to the Wilderness two years ago, all the Senior Brothers and Sisters came to see him off and gave him small gifts to comfort him.
Fourth Brother and Sixth Brother often designed and made good things for Ning Que, so they did not give him anything special this time. It was just an inconspicuous box. Ninth Brother Beigong and Tenth Brother Ximen were still the most careless. They stood by the lake and played a farewell song as a gift.
Listening to the sad sound of the flute and zither, Ning Que snatched back half of the sealwort from the Big Black Horse's mouth. He looked at his two Senior Brothers who were beaming with joy and said angrily, "Is this a farewell or a funeral? Can you not be so unreliable? "
The Big Black Horse was also very angry at this time, but no one cared about it. The Big White Goose was swimming slowly in the Mirror Lake, pretending to be deep. The Little White Wolf was half squatting beside Tang Xiaotang's legs, listening to her and Sangsang's conversation. It tilted its head slightly, as if it understood something.
When the song was over, Beigong Weiyang came forward and took out a thin piece of paper from his bosom. He reluctantly handed it over and said, "Little Brother, this is the Bailing Sanqu score that the world thought was lost. It's extremely precious. You can't give me another unreliable one."
Ning Que wondered why he wanted a score. Tang Xiaotang, the Saintess of the Diabolism's Doctrine, called him Youngest Uncle. Would he meet the saintess on his journey? But then he thought that if the score was really precious, it could be sold for a lot of money. He took it without hesitation.
"A score is not a score? Reliable, reliable. Do you know what 'reliable' means? Relying is a term used in chess, so the word 'reliable' refers to the chess records. "
The Fifth Brother walked proudly to the center of the crowd, bringing with him an endless sour smell. It was unknown how many days he had not taken a bath. The Seventh Sister could not help but frown and nag a few words, but he did not care.
"The Lanke Temple is not a dragon's pool or a tiger's den. It is not worth playing such a sad song. Even if it is sad, it is still a joke. However, that shabby temple is famous for the chess world. The monks in the temple are really good at chess."
Eighth Brother, who had always been indifferent to worldly affairs, looked at Ning Que with unprecedented determination and said, "Eighth Brother and I have been practicing hard in the Academy. Those monks were lucky enough to be invited to the Lanke Temple. Youngest Brother, you must not tarnish the reputation of the Academy in chess and embarrass me on this trip."
As soon as he finished speaking, Eighth Brother came over with a thick pile of chess records in his arms. He looked at Ning Que and earnestly said, "Youngest Brother, you've seen us play dozens of games. Even if we are stupid, our state should be much higher than those monks. It's just that you're too lazy, so your basic skills are not good. These are the chess records carefully made by two Senior Brothers. You can practice more on the way …"
Ning Que was already stunned. He thought, "Where is this?"
At this moment, Fifth Brother snatched the chess records from Eighth Brother's arms and scolded him sternly, "Stupid! What is the use of these chess records for Youngest Brother? "
Ning Que was overjoyed. He nodded and said, "Yes, yes."
However, he did not expect that Fifth Brother would turn around and give the thick pile of chess records to Sangsang.
"Sangsang's understanding of chess is far better than Youngest Brother's."
Fifth Brother looked at Sangsang and said pleasantly, "Sangsang, the important task of maintaining the Academy's number one chess player in the world … will be handed over to you."
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The Academy was in the southern suburbs of Chang 'an, so they did not have to worry about the city gate being closed. Therefore, in order to avoid the summer heat, Ning Que and Sangsang did not leave until the sun was setting and night was falling.
Looking at the black horse carriage gradually disappearing into the clouds on the mountainside, Second Brother frowned slightly. He felt that the atmosphere today was a little strange, as if there were some hidden things that he could not see clearly.
Eldest Brother watched the black horse carriage leave. After a moment of silence, he turned and left. The twilight shone on his old cotton-padded jacket, and some dust could be seen faintly. It seemed that his cotton sleeves were trembling slightly.
Second Brother looked back at Eldest Brother's back on the mountain road. He was slightly moved and chased after him.
Eldest Brother walked very slowly, but for some reason, it was difficult for Second Brother to catch up.
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When Eldest Brother walked to the hut, the sun was about to set.
The night shrouded the valley, and stars appeared one after another in the dark sky.
The Headmaster of the Academy stood outside the hut, half bent and squinting at a cylindrical iron object. He did not know what was in the iron cylinder.
Eldest Brother walked behind the Headmaster of the Academy and asked, "Teacher, what are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at the stars … Well, I should say stargazing. It's more elegant."
The Headmaster of the Academy motioned him to come over and said, "This is made by Sixth Brother and Thirteenth Brother as a gift to me. They named it Stargazing Mirror. I tried it before, and the stars are still the same, but it can magnify the scenery in the distance. I think it's better to use a telescope."
Eldest Brother put his eyes in front of the iron cylinder and found that, as the teacher said, the stars in the iron cylinder did not become bigger. But if he looked at the mountains in the distance under the starlight, they would be clearly magnified.
"It's really interesting. Youngest Brother really knows a lot of things."
He said with a smile, but his smile was a little worried.
The Headmaster of the Academy looked up at the stars in the night sky and said, "There may be people who are born with knowledge in the world, but there are no omniscient people. No matter how much your Youngest Brother knows, there are always many things he doesn't understand. It's the same for me. It's said that the Seven Volumes of Arcane Tomes were formed by Haotian's will. When I was still a green robed scholar like you, I could understand the other six volumes. Now I'm old, but I still can't understand the words left by the monk on the" Ming "Handscroll."
Eldest Brother said sincerely, "I can't understand it either."
"Nonsense. If I can't understand it, how can you understand it?"
The Headmaster of the Academy looked at him and said with a smile, "But since you can't understand it, don't worry about it day and night."
Eldest Brother said, "I have to worry about it."
The Headmaster of the Academy looked at him and said sternly, "If this is a story, no one knows how it will develop. You don't know, I don't know, and the world doesn't know. Then why do you think that the story will end like that?
Everyone in the back of the mountain of the Academy knew that no matter how cute Chen Pipi pretended to be, and no matter how Ning Que interjected, the Headmaster's favorite disciple was always Eldest Brother. The Headmaster rarely criticized Eldest Brother, and he had never reprimanded him so severely.
After a long silence, Eldest Brother said, "If there is no worry about tomorrow, there will be worry about today."
The Headmaster of the Academy said, "One should worry about today, not tomorrow."
Eldest Brother said, "If the Headmaster is not worried about the future of the world, why did he let Youngest Brother go to the Lanke Temple?"
The Headmaster of the Academy looked at the forest shrouded in silver light and listened to the faint sound of the waterfall in the distance. He said, "The night your Youngest Brother killed Xiahou, I found out that Sangsang's illness was more serious than I thought. If I really used the West-Hill Divine Skills to cure it, I'm afraid that there would be problems in the end. I let him take her to the Lanke Temple to see if the Buddhism Sect could cure her illness."
Eldest Brother said sadly, "What if the illness can't be cured?"
The Headmaster of the Academy turned to look at him and said, "If the illness can't be cured, your Youngest Brother will be very sad. So even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we have to work a hundred times harder. Moreover, she shouldn't have gotten sick."
"What about Haotian Taoism?"
Eldest Brother said, "Sangsang is the successor of the Divine Priest of Light of the West-Hill Divine Palace. If Haotian Taoism knew that she was seriously ill, they would definitely be worried. They should have their own ways to cure her."
The Headmaster of the Academy looked at his favorite disciple and suddenly laughed mockingly. He said, "Cure and save … If Haotian Taoism knew how to cure and save people, why would I be so distressed now? Sometimes I think that when we cure and save people, we may only cure and save our own illness. "
Eldest Brother was thoughtful.
The Headmaster of the Academy said seriously, "You love everyone in the world, so you can't only love one person. But your Youngest Brother is different. He doesn't love anyone in the world, but only one person. So after killing Xiahou, he will be happy for the rest of his life. No one knows how far he can go in the future. But you have to bear the pain of struggling to make a choice. If you can't see through this pain, then your gains will be limited."
There was silence.
After a long time, a clean and gentle smile appeared on Eldest Brother's face again. He said, "Teacher, I'm willing to keep worrying like this. Because if I don't worry, I won't be me."
The Headmaster of the Academy looked at him and said with admiration, "I was wrong. Your love for the world is not related to any education or stereotypes. It is purely from your heart. How can this limit your future?"
"As for me, I'm still the wild grass swaying on the wall. I always want to move with the wind, but now I don't know where the wind comes from. I don't know what your Youngest Brother will encounter, but I believe that if he doesn't walk, then he will encounter nothing. As long as he walks, then he will meet the future. When he meets it, it will be the day when we meet the real future. Then we can think about what to do."
The Headmaster of the Academy said with emotion, "It's a pity that the guy who wanted to quarrel with me for three days and three nights for a bowl of braised pork … is already dead. Otherwise, I would like to ask him what he would do."
It was unknown when Second Brother came to the hut. He had been standing quietly by the side, listening to the conversation between the Headmaster and Eldest Brother. Until now, he finally couldn't help saying, "Teacher, although I don't understand what you and Eldest Brother are talking about, I think I can guess what Youngest Uncle will do."
The Headmaster of the Academy's expression changed slightly. He stroked his beard and asked, "What will your Youngest Uncle do?"
Second Brother said matter-of-factly, "Fight."
The Headmaster of the Academy found that these disciples were becoming more and more like him. They said everything matter-of-factly, but where was the reason? He asked in confusion, "Fight who?"
Second Brother was also confused. After a while, he said seriously, "No matter who."
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