The hand in the carriage window only appeared in Ning Que's sight for a very short time, but it was enough for him to clearly see some features of the hand: the slender and stable fingers, the soft and wide palm, and the thin calluses.
It was a hand suitable for holding a sword, and the calluses also seemed to prove that this hand often held the hilt. Ordinary Sword Masters in the cultivation world all used flying swords, except for one sect. Coincidentally, that famous sect was located in the South Jin Kingdom. It was the Sword Garret founded by the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai.
Because of these inferences, Ning Que vaguely guessed the origin of the hand. So he seemed to be extremely regretful, but in fact, he was secretly vigilant.
A voice rang out in the luxurious carriage, presumably from the owner of the hand. The voice was calm and gentle, and he apologized to Ning Que on behalf of the young man.
Ning Que listened to the apology and sensed the calmness in the man's voice. Although his expression did not change, he was a little shocked. Although he had guessed that the man was from the Sword Garret, he did not expect that he was a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State. What was more difficult for him to understand was that a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State would show such weakness.
The powerhouse from the Sword Garret in the carriage apologized sincerely and gently. Ning Que could feel the kindness and sincerity that he wanted to convey. Especially after confirming that he was a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State, the kindness and sincerity increased many times in a very short period of time.
Sangsang was in the ancient Lanke Temple, and she needed to be treated by the monks of the Buddhism Sect. Ning Que did not want to make things unmanageable. Seeing the sincere apology, he waved his hand to signal that it was over.
After a moment of silence in the carriage, the sincere and kind voice of the powerhouse from the Sword Garret sounded again, "My young master was indeed rude. But since you are here to worship Buddha, it is good to be more sincere."
Though this advice was well-intentioned, it was difficult to repress a hint of instruction. Ning Que thought that the man was after all a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State, so he was not surprised by the tone of his words. He shook his head and said, "You people in the South Jin Kingdom worship Haotian, but you come here to worship Buddha. Buddha may not be very happy. I am the same. I have never worshiped Buddha before, and now that there is a problem, Buddha may not believe me no matter how sincere and respectful I am. In this case, why should I care about my attitude?"
The powerhouse from the Sword Garret sighed in the carriage, as if he was a little sorry to hear such an answer from Ning Que. He said goodbye, and several carriages slowly moved to the east side hall.
The Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival was a grand event in the world. Many bigwigs would gather in the Lanke Temple in this autumn. Especially in a few days, they might meet a famous bigwig in the cultivation world. Ning Que did not care too much about this encounter, even though he had guessed that young man's real identity.
The autumn rain became heavier and fell on the surface of the big black umbrella. Although the rain did not penetrate through the umbrella and wet them, the temperature in the temple became lower and lower. Ning Que took Sangsang's hand and prepared to go back to the yard to rest.
Before leaving, he glanced at the top of the Wa Mountain in the distance.
The Buddha stone statue was quietly watching the world under the mountain. Its face, wet by the rain, looked more and more compassionate, as if it was sympathizing with the people who were trapped in the trap of life, death, sickness, and aging.
"If what Buddha said is true, and there is a cycle of karma in the world, then I have done many evil things in my life. I don't think I will get any good retribution. But I have been very careful not to stain Sangsang's hands with too much blood. I have really tried my best. Even if there is retribution, it will only be on me, not on her. ‘
Ning Que looked at the Buddha statue in the autumn rain and prayed devoutly.
"If you insist on taking your anger out on her because of my evil deeds, or even let her leave, I will destroy your biggest stone statue in the world. I will burn the Lanke Temple and the 72 temples of the Yuelun Kingdom. I will kill all the monks in the world and destroy your Buddhism Sect."
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Several luxurious horse carriages from the South Jin Kingdom quietly stopped in front of a side hall of the Lanke Temple. Several middle-aged men with sharp eyes looked around coldly, protecting the master of the hall. There were also a few people who looked like officials. They were sheltering from the rain in the corridor in front of the hall, but they did not enter the hall.
The side hall of the Buddhist temple became darker in the rain. There were more than ten stone statues of Venerables in the hall, emitting a faint cold light. These statues were either smiling or sad. Their hands were exposed in the air, some were pressed together, and some were spread out. Their movements were different, revealing a wonderful sense of beauty and solemnity.
A middle-aged man in a green robe stopped in front of these stone statues and looked at them. His hands were slender and steady behind his back. He was the powerhouse from the Sword Garret who had spoken in the carriage earlier.
Looking at these stone statues, he sighed and said, "The Lanke Temple, the Yuelun White Tower Temple, and the Wanyan Tower Temple in Chang 'an all worship these stone statues of Venerables. It is said that people with innate wisdom can see the true meaning of the Emblematic Gestures of Buddhism from these stone statues. Unfortunately, I can only feel the existence of the wisdom, but not understand it."
The side hall was silent. The face of the nobleman from the South Jin Kingdom who had reprimanded Ning Que was very ugly. Although he could not say anything to the powerhouse from the Sword Garret, he could not control his emotions. He was very displeased that the man had apologized for him to Ning Que, which made him feel extremely humiliated.
The middle-aged man looked at the gloomy face of the nobleman and sighed in his heart. He slowly comforted him, "There are many hidden talents in the cultivation world. What's more, the Lanke Temple is holding the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival. Those strange people who rarely step into the human world may also appear. Although the South Jin Kingdom is not afraid of them, why should we provoke these troubles?"
Accompanying the nobleman to visit the Lanke Temple was a grey-haired old man. Looking at his hunched body, he should be an ordinary person. He strangely held a chessboard under his armpit, and his expression was very cold and arrogant.
This old man was the national champion of the South Jin Kingdom and was also known as the Chess Sage. He had rarely lost in chess and could enter and leave the palace without any restrictions. That was why he had developed an arrogant temperament. Thinking of the nobleman's identity, he thought that he would not be afraid of trouble, so he said unhappily, "Mr. Cheng is the Junior Brother of the Sword Sage. Why would he be afraid of these small troubles? And from the accent of the young man with the black umbrella, he is a Tang, so we should not avoid him. "
The young nobleman thought that this was the truth. He looked at the middle-aged man and wanted to hear his explanation.
The middle-aged man's name was Cheng Ziqing, and he was one of the few powerhouses in the Knowing Destiny State in the Sword Garret. Naturally, he did not care about the old man's attitude, and even ignored the young nobleman's gaze. He explained indifferently, "Master Qishan has done a great favor for the South Jin Kingdom. If he really causes trouble in the Lanke Temple, neither my Senior Brother nor His Majesty will be happy."
His Majesty was naturally the Emperor of the South Jin Kingdom, and his Senior Brother was naturally the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai. Now that Cheng Ziqing had invited these two people, the side hall immediately returned to silence, and no one dared to object.
Cheng Ziqing walked out of the side hall and found a young official of the South Jin Kingdom who was sheltering from the rain in the corridor. He signaled him to follow him to a secluded place with his eyes. Looking at the young official's slightly pale face, he asked, "Is it him?"
The young official's name was Xie Chengyun. He was the famous Third Young Master Xie of the South Jin Kingdom in the past. Later, after Ning Que's success in the Second floor examination of the Academy, the Third Young Master Xie left the Academy and returned to the South Jin Kingdom. With the reputation of being a young Tanhua, it did not take long for him to have his own position in the imperial court of the South Jin Kingdom. This year, the Emperor of the South Jin Kingdom appointed him as a close subordinate of His Highness the Crown Prince.
Hearing Cheng Ziqing's question, Xie Chengyun nodded with a somewhat complicated expression.
Cheng Ziqing was speechless.
In fact, when he saw the big black umbrella and the young man and woman under it, he had vaguely guessed their identities. When the young man also showed an indifferent attitude towards the Buddhism Sect, he knew that his guess was right. He understood that it was the right choice to apologize on behalf of His Highness.
If His Highness knew who the young man under the big black umbrella was, he would definitely not let it go. Today, the Lanke Temple would definitely be in trouble. Even though he had entered the Knowing Destiny State, he did not want to have a dispute with that young man. Although he was not afraid of him, he did not want to offend him and the powerful and invincible sect behind him.
Cheng Ziqing pondered for a while and looked at him, saying, "Master Qishan will open his hut tomorrow, and Ning Que will definitely appear. So you have to keep an eye on His Highness. Even if His Highness knows Ning Que's identity, you can't make him angry."
Xie Chengyun understood what Cheng Ziqing was worried about. After a little hesitation, he agreed.
However, having been a subordinate of the Prince's Mansion for half a year, he was very clear about the temperament of His Highness the Crown Prince whom he would serve for a lifetime. Naturally, he knew how difficult it was to make His Highness not angry.
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility. Looking at Cheng Ziqing's face, he forced himself to pluck up his courage and said softly, "I heard that the Sage of Sword's younger brother was blinded by that person?"
Cheng Ziqing's eyes gradually became cold. Looking at Xie Chengyun, he said coldly, "I know that you were once a classmate of that person in the Academy for a period of time. I also know how painful it is for you to see your former classmate climb to the peak of the world and leave you far behind. However, facing this situation, you can either work hard to improve your cultivation state or simply give up the idea of comparing with that person. Any other means will only make you more painful and meaningless."
"Don't think about using the sword to kill people. No, don't even think about using the sword of the Sword Garret to kill people."
Cheng Zhiqing thought of the head in the ancient pond of the Sword Garret and his fellow disciples who were blind and had been practicing their swordsmanship in the dark room all day long. He said coldly, "Because the thing that the Sword Garret hates the most is letting others borrow our swords."
He was talking about the former Great Divine Priest of Judgment of the West-Hill Divine Palace, who lent Chao Xiaoshu's sword to Liu Yiqing through an important figure buried in the Sword Garret by the Judicial Department, in an attempt to provoke a war between the Sword Garret and the Academy.
The result of that incident was that Liu Yiqing was blinded by Ning Que and was sent back to the Sword Garret after several months. The Sage of Sword, Liu Bai, drew a paper sword and lent it to Ye Hongyu. The former Great Divine Priest of Judgment was killed on the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade.
Xie Chengyun only knew that the Sage of Sword's younger brother and Ning Que had a shocking battle at the side gate of the Academy, but he did not know the secret of the cultivation world behind this incident.
He suddenly felt that Mr. Cheng's eyes had become two sharpest swords. His eyes felt a sharp pain, and he lowered his head in fear and pain, not daring to say anything more.
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(I ran as fast as I could and finally got home in the afternoon. Then I worked hard and finished the third chapter today. This is the first chapter. There are two more chapters. Keep writing and try to finish the next chapter before 9: 30.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for it. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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