In the autumn rain, Ning Que seemed to be praying devoutly, but in fact, he was coldly threatening the Buddha statue on top of the Tile Mountain. But he knew very well that the Buddha was long dead, and the one who could cure him was Master Qishan in the Tile Mountain. So the next day, he took Sangsang to the Tile Mountain along the mountain path in the black horse carriage.
The mountain path behind the temple was still quiet. The locust trees beside the path were still wet, and some traces of carriage wheels could be faintly seen on the smooth surface of the path.
Ning Que sat by the window and looked at the traces on the mountain path. He frowned slightly and thought that the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Assembly would be held in front of the Lanke Temple in a few days. Even if the diplomatic corps or the cultivation world wanted to discuss the Desolate Man's southward invasion or the Underworld Invasion in advance, they should be in the Lanke Temple. Why were there so many horse carriages entering the Tile Mountain today?
He naturally thought of the nobleman from the South Jin Kingdom whom he had met in the Lanke Temple yesterday morning. He had already guessed the identity of the nobleman at that time. Apart from the Emperor of the South Jin Kingdom, only the Crown Prince was able to have a Knowing Destiny State cultivator from the Sword Garret accompanying him. But what did these people from the South Jin Kingdom want to do in Tile Mountain? “
Monk Guan Hai appeared under the big locust tree again. He put his palms together and bowed to the horse carriage. He smiled and said, "I thought Senior Brother Thirteen would arrive earlier."
Ning Que got off the carriage and returned the bow. He said casually, "Are there already many people here?"
Guan Hai said, "Yes."
Ning Que asked, "I don't understand what this means."
Guan Hai was slightly stunned. Only then did he realize that Ning Que really did not know what it meant for his teacher to open the hut. He explained seriously. Every time Elder Qishan opened the hut, he would choose a fated person to answer the person's questions or help that person point in a certain direction in life.
It was not rare for a Buddhism Sect master to enlighten a follower. There were many such legends in the Yuelun Kingdom. But in the eyes of the world, Master Qishan was not an ordinary Buddhism Sect master. Moreover, decades ago, when he opened the hut to answer the fated person's questions, what he said was later proven to be a reality.
This seemed to prove that Master Qishan could predict the future. This was even more magical than the Great Divine Priest of Revelation of the West-Hill Divine Palace. It was even similar to the legendary Buddha's ability to grant all requests, which naturally made the world crazy.
After the murder at the Lanke Temple, Master Qishan had shut himself in his hut for many years, probably because he was heartbroken by the evil of his old friend, Lian Sheng, and also because of the blood in front of the temple. This year, it was rumored that the master would open his hut for a day, and it naturally became a grand event in the cultivation world. The cultivators and nobles who participated in the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival all chose to enter Wa Mountain without hesitation. They wanted to see if they were lucky enough to become the fated person in the master's eyes.
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"What happened?" Ning Que asked.
Monk Guan Hai said, "A guest from afar. Senior Brother Abbot used the bell to summon me to welcome him."
Ning Que said, "Then go quickly."
Monk Guan Hai was very grateful. He sincerely apologized to Ning Que, bowed to Sangsang through the window, and left in a hurry.
Looking at the back of the young monk drifting away on the mountain road, Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing. He sat on the cushion in front of the carriage and kicked the Big Black Horse lightly, saying, "Let's go."
The Big Black Horse was a little sleepy after playing with autumn grasshoppers in the temple last night. He woke up after being kicked by Ning Que. He braced himself and strode toward the depths of the Wa Mountain with his head held high.
Sangsang's worried voice came from the carriage. "It must be a big shot."
Someone who could make the Lanke Temple ring the bell solemnly and make monk Guan Hai go to the temple personally must have an extraordinary background. Ning Que had long understood this. However, no matter how self-abased and self-pitying he was, he had to admit a fact with some narcissism, joy, and helplessness.
There was no one in the world who had a more powerful background than him. To put it simply, no matter where the person who made the Lanke Temple ring the bell came from, he could not be more powerful than him.
Because of this, he was a little confused about the identity of the guests in front of the temple. Why would monk Guan Hai accompany them instead of him, a disciple of the Academy? He found it funny and confused when he heard Sangsang's worry. Sangsang had always been someone who did not care about such things. What was she worried about?
Sangsang said in a low voice, "When Master Qishan comes out of seclusion, he will only choose one fated person to answer his questions and puzzles. Today, so many people came to Wa Mountain, and there must be many bigwigs. I wonder if the master will choose me as the fated person to treat my illness."
Ning Que said with a smile, "It's enough that you are fated with me. Why would you be fated with an old monk who has lived for a hundred years? As for the others, you don't have to worry about them. "
Sangsang pushed open the front door of the horse carriage and looked at his side profile. She said, "I'm just worried that it will be like when we were young, or when we entered the Second floor of the Academy. Young master, you will have to compete with many people."
"Who dares to compete with us? Even if there is a lunatic who is not afraid of death and wins against us, would the old monk dare not treat you? Not to mention that he once learned from the Headmaster of the Academy and has some old friendship with the Academy, even if he doesn't care about the old friendship, now we are both in the Academy and the Divine Hall. With the Great Spirit and Haotian Divine Light in our chests and the Headmaster's handwritten letter in our sleeves, we are really invincible. At that time, he can cure us even if he wants to. "
The horse carriage traveled on the quiet mountain road, and the sound of rolling over the slightly wet road was very soft. Ning Que's disrespectful voice to Tile Mountain floated among the branches and leaves of the locust tree and the autumn tree, lingering for a long time.
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The mountain was flat, and the horse carriage traveled on the mountain road very easily. However, the distance between the two places had become slightly longer. The black horse carriage arrived at the Jumping Tiger Stream when the morning fog dissipated and the autumn sun rose from the trees.
The Jumping Tiger Stream was a famous scenery of Tile Mountain in the past. However, over the years, as more and more old monks chose to live in seclusion here, the monks in the Lanke Temple had tightened the management of the Tile Mountain. They would only open it for a period of time every year. Recently, it was naturally closed, so there were no tourists by the stream.
No tourists did not mean that there were no visitors.
There was a stone bridge over the Jumping Tiger Stream. On the other side of the stone bridge was a dense autumn forest. On this side of the bridge was a huge stone platform. On the stone platform, there was a green tree with a huge crown. Under the green tree, there was a small stone table.
There were already dozens of people gathered under the big tree. Some were standing, some were talking in low voices, and some were silent. Through the gaps in the crowd, one could vaguely see an old monk dressed in yellow robes playing chess with someone.
The black horse carriage stopped a long distance away from the big green tree. Ning Que looked from afar and sensed the strong and weak auras of those people. He confirmed that they were cultivators from many different cultivation sects.
The people around the stone table under the big green tree were mostly focused on the chess game. Some of them surrounded a luxuriously dressed young man and were respectfully talking about something.
It was the young man from the South Jin Kingdom that Ning Que had met in the Lanke Temple yesterday morning. Since Ning Que had guessed his identity, he would not be surprised by this scene. However, he could not help but feel a little emotional when he thought of the ordinary cultivators who had no hope of achieving Great Tao. They had cultivated for half their lives, but in the end, they still had to sell their skills to the royal family.
When he saw the familiar figure of a young girl under a row of green bamboos dozens of feet away from the big green tree, he could not help but feel emotional from these cultivators back to himself.
It was obvious that many cultivators tried to approach the young girl under the green bamboos, but did not dare to do so due to fear or other reasons. They only dared to greet her from afar.
Therefore, the young girl only stood quietly under the row of green bamboos.
She was as lonely and strong as the green bamboos.
However, in Ning Que's eyes, she was as fragile as the green bamboos.
He had not seen her for more than a year, and she had lost a lot of weight.
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(My mood is not calm, and my train of thought is affected. I can only write two thousand and five hundred words at this time. I am afraid that everyone will wait, so I update first. Then the next chapter will be more than four thousand words. I will try to finish it before one o 'clock. I am really f * cking risking my life.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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