Ning Que used a talisman to set up a Bounded Domain in the dilapidated temple. He did not have to worry about the voices in front of the temple being transmitted to the back of the temple. Even so, he still paid attention to his voice and did not want the blind monk to hear him.
Monk Guan Hai sighed and said, "He was expelled from Chang 'an and has been wandering around the world. Although his cultivation state is still there, his eyes cannot see. Naturally, he has had a hard time. The year before last, he wandered to the Wa Mountain and was found by the monks in the temple. Since then, he has been cultivating with me in the Lanke Temple. "
Ning Que looked at the back of the temple and thought that the father of the perverted monk had been killed by him in the Western Wilderness. The Xuankong Temple had long expelled him and naturally did not care about his life. He must have had a miserable life wandering in the world all these years. But he could not help but feel sympathy for him.
"Senior Brother, you have worked hard." He looked at monk Guan Hai and said, "I am sorry to ask you to tell me those stories."
Monk Guan Hai sighed and said, "Although he committed many crimes, he is blind and has nothing to do with the world in the temple. Why drag him into the mortal world to be tortured?"
Ning Que said, "If he really had a pure heart, why would he leave the Wa Mountain with you?"
Monk Guan Hai looked at him and said, "I can understand how the Tangs feel. But if you want to do something, why do you have to ask others? Why did you have to do this? "
Ning Que said, "Yes, it is indeed meaningless for Senior Brother to bring him here. It is just an excuse. The Academy does not want to give Haotian Taoism an excuse, and I need an excuse to convince myself to do something. "
Monk Guan Hai sighed and said, "Back then, even the Headmaster could not see which path you would take in the future. Now it seems that I am a little worried."
Ning Que said, "Master entered Qishan. How could he not know that I would take the wrong path?"
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Ning Que walked into Yangzhou City under the cover of the night. He came to the outside of the Mayor's Mansion and looked at the green bamboos sticking out of the courtyard wall. After a moment of silence, he bent his knees slightly and jumped to the top of the wall. He stretched out his right hand like lightning and grabbed the not-so-smooth bamboo. He slid into the mansion silently like a thin piece of cloth.
At this time, Wang Jinglue had already left and was probably making preparations by the Fuchun River. He was the only one who entered the Mayor's Mansion. He did not use any talismans, nor did he hold a knife. He only relied on his incredible physical strength and strength to easily enter the deepest part of the Mayor's Mansion. No one could find him.
In terms of cultivation state, he was now a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State. But his real strength was mainly the Devil's body after cultivating the Great Spirit and his identity as a Divine Talisman Master.
In Qinghe Prefecture, except for the two Knowing Destiny powerhouses from the aristocratic families, no one could pose a threat to him. This also meant that no one in Yangzhou City could stop him from doing what he wanted.
Not long after, he carried Zhong Da Jun out of the back garden. Zhong Da Jun didn't lose consciousness, but he couldn't speak. His pale face was full of fear.
Ning Que casually walked to the courtyard wall as if he was carrying a bag of trash. He waved his arm and threw Zhong Da Jun over the wall. There was a muffled thud, and then he jumped out.
Some blood was spilled on the street outside the courtyard wall. Zhong Da Jun's face became even paler, and his facial features twitched painfully. Some of his bones were probably broken, but he still couldn't speak. Even at this time, he still didn't know who had quietly sneaked into the mansion and restrained him.
Coming to the run-down temple outside Yangzhou City, Ning Que threw Zhong Da Jun to the ground and poured a bowl of herbal tea to drink slowly. Zhong Da Jun found that he could move his hands and feet. The first thing he did was not try to escape, but to cover his painful chest and cough out the blood that had been stuck in his throat for a long time.
Because of the pain and fear, his forehead was covered with soybean-sized beads of sweat. He wiped the sweat with his trembling arms and forced himself to calm down before he dared to see what the person looked like.
Zhong Da Jun was a descendant of a prominent family in Qinghe City. He was born with a golden key in his mouth and had a smooth life. He made great contributions in the rebellion last year and was even more powerful. If he had any regret in his life, it would be Ning Que, his former classmate in the Academy.
So of course he remembered Ning Que. Even if Ning Que turned into ashes, he would still recognize him. How could he forget the person who had brought him endless humiliation?
What made him feel even more humiliated was that he couldn't hate Ning Que when he saw him again after such a long time. It had nothing to do with the pain in his body. It was only related to fear and despair.
Even if he was famous in Yangzhou City, how could he be compared to Mr. Thirteen of the Academy? The confrontation between Prince Long Qing and Ning Que might be a good story from another perspective. But if people knew that he had secretly hated Ning Que for many years, they would definitely laugh at him endlessly.
Just like what Zhong Da Jun had thought with unwillingness, self-mockery, helplessness and despair in countless nights in the past few years, Ning Que had basically forgotten the small stories in the Academy. He didn't know that Zhong Da Jun hated him so much, but he really hated Zhong Da Jun.
Zhong Da Jun sat up with difficulty and looked at Ning Que's back in front of the broken Buddha statue. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Would it be useful to beg for mercy at this time?
Ning Que turned around.
Zhong Da Jun asked in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do?"
Ning Que looked at him without saying anything. His eyes were calm and emotionless.
Seeing Ning Que's eyes, Zhong Da Jun knew that he would definitely suffer a lot today. He might even die. But he didn't understand why Ning Que would do this.
"Why?" he asked.
Ning Que still didn't say anything. He just looked at his eyes quietly.
Zhong Da Jun saw the killing intent in his eyes. He saw the blood in the Defense Mansion that day and the unwilling eyes of the Tang officials who were killed by knives and axes.
His body began to tremble violently. The desire to survive overwhelmed his fear. He clenched his fists tightly in front of his chest and shouted in a hoarse voice, "The Academy signed the contract. You can't kill me!"
Ning Que still didn't say anything.
Zhong Da Jun knelt in front of him and spread out his hands. He tried his best to explain, "I'm just following orders. Besides, I'm just a nobody in Qinghe Prefecture. If you want to kill people to establish your authority, there's no point in choosing me. What's more, if people know that you've left Chang 'an, the powerhouses of Haotian Taoism will come to kill you. Why do you have to take such a risk for a nobody like me? "
Ning Que looked at him quietly and didn't say a word.
Zhong Da Jun was desperate and shouted in horror, "When you killed people in the guild, you didn't sign the contract. But if you kill me now, it's a provocation to the Divine Hall! The Divine Hall wants the whole world to submit to us. How can we allow this to happen? Do you want to start a war again? What on earth do you want to do?
It was unusually quiet in the ruined temple. Only Zhong Da Jun's screams kept ringing, echoing between the broken Buddha statue and the dirty old curtains. This strange feeling was driving him crazy. He slapped the dusty ground desperately and explained the reason why Ning Que couldn't kill him in a hoarse voice. He belittled his identity and made the most painful confession and the craziest insults, just to save his life.
"You're scaring me, aren't you?"
Zhong Da Jun looked at Ning Que, his face full of snot and tears. He laughed like a madman and said, "You can't kill me, so you want to scare me crazy!"
He seemed to have grasped the key point of this matter. He waved his arms excitedly and shouted, "I understand! You're scaring me! I, Zhong Da Jun, will not be scared by others! "
Hearing this, Ning Que smiled and left the ruined temple.
Looking at the tightly closed temple door, Zhong Da Jun's face was full of astonishment. His arms were still in the air and he had no idea what was going on. Why did Ning Que just leave like this?
At this moment, a voice came from behind the temple, "Are you Zhong Da Jun?"
Just as the voice died away, a monk holding a bamboo stick walked out from behind the temple. He wore a cloth kasaya and slightly tilted his head. His eyes were deep and dark like a hole.
Zhong Da Jun looked at the blind monk and answered subconsciously, "Yes."
Hearing his answer, the blind monk laughed. His laughter was hoarse and loud, hitting the four walls of the ruined temple and shaking the dust off. However, it seemed so resentful.
Zhong Da Jun felt a little strange and asked, "Who are you?"
The blind monk was silent for a moment and said slowly, "I'm Wu Dao."
Zhong Da Jun felt the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
Wu Dao walked to Zhong Da Jun and squinted his blind eyes. He looked at Zhong Da Jun who he couldn't see and asked indifferently, "Have you stayed in Chang 'an?"
Zhong Da Jun became more vigilant and answered cautiously, "Only for two years."
The blind monk was the illegitimate son of a Bhadanta of Xuankong Temple. Because of his bad behavior, he was expelled from the Wilderness. After he set foot in the mortal world, he got into many love affairs and violated many good women. He once participated in the mountain climbing test of the Second floor of the Academy. It was on that day that he met Ning Que and Sangsang.
He fell in love with Sangsang at first sight and wanted to get close to her. However, he was first expelled by Master Yan Se and then blinded by the Great Divine Priest of Light. Since then, he had become a useless person.
He was a lascivious monk in the mortal world and had no contact with the cultivation world. He didn't know what had happened in the cultivation world. After he was blinded, he wandered around the world and went to the Lanke Temple to meditate in seclusion. Gradually, he forgot the past and the stories that Senior Brother Guanhai told him. He even almost forgot what the little girl looked like. However, he never forgot the name that person said on the mountain road.
The Academy, Zhong Da Jun.
He didn't hear the whole conversation between Ning Que and Zhong Da Jun. He only heard the last sentence that Zhong Da Jun said. He thought that he had been far away from the mortal world and had no love or hate. Unexpectedly, he suddenly heard that name in this broken temple and found that he still hated.
He hated himself for being blind. He hated himself for falling in love with the little girl. He hated the little girl for being blind and following Zhong Da Jun. He hated himself for losing everything while Zhong Da Jun had everything.
"No wonder Senior Brother brought me here. I think he wanted me to see my heart clearly and find real peace. However, I can only let Senior Brother down. Because only by killing you can I get real peace and free myself from the abyss of hatred."
Wu Dao looked at Zhong Da Jun and said seriously.
Zhong Da Jun looked at the monk's blind eyes and felt his body turn extremely cold.
Wu Dao said calmly, "Don't worry. I will kill you seriously with a very proper attitude."
Zhong Da Jun wanted to say something, but he could only let out a scream.
Everything had to be done seriously and focused. Concentration would slow down. He thought that on this night, in this broken temple without incense, he would die very slowly.
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Miserable screams and pleas for mercy came from the dilapidated temple. The two old doors seemed to be unable to bear to see the scene in the temple anymore, and they trembled slightly.
Ning Que stood in front of the temple and listened to the sounds coming from behind. He thought of the scene when he went hunting with the old hunter for the first time. The beast at the bottom of the pit was pierced by a dozen bamboo sticks but could not die immediately. It seemed to be very similar to the scream made by Zhong Da Jun. He couldn't help but laugh.
Monk Guan Hai looked at his expression and silently chanted the name of Buddha. He said bitterly, "You have indeed joined the Devil. If I follow you to do such evil things, I think it will be difficult for me to see the Buddha land in this life."
Ning Que looked at him and said, "Since Zhong Da Jun deserves to die, this is naturally not evil."
Monk Guan Hai shook his head and said, "Good and evil are in the heart. Deception is evil. Although Younger Brother Wudao has done countless evil things in the first half of his life, he has repented and changed in the temple. I lied to him to kill people. My sin is even greater."
Ning Que said, "As I said before, since he was willing to leave Wa Mountain with you, it means that he still has nostalgia for the world of mortals. Now it seems that nostalgia is hatred. How can the hatred be resolved? Not the Dharma, not the scriptures. Revenge, revenge, revenge, without pain, how can the hatred brought by pain be resolved? After tonight, the hatred of Wudao will be resolved, and he will no longer have any greed for the world of mortals. He may even be able to understand Tao in the future. No matter how I look at it, Senior Brother, what you have done is good. How can there be evil? "
"I can't win against you in an argument."
Monk Guan Hai said guiltily, "But I know that my behavior will not be liked by the Buddha."
Ning Que said, "The Buddha is just a cultivator. How can he judge us by his right and wrong? If you are worried that you will not see the Buddha land in this life, I can help you build a real Buddha land in the human world."
Monk Guan Hai didn't know how to respond.
At this moment, the screams in the dilapidated temple finally weakened, and then they did not sound again.
Wudao pushed open the temple door and staggered out. He spread out his hands that were full of blood, looked around, and cried, "Senior Brother, where are you? Where are you? "
Ning Que quietly walked to the side.
Monk Guan Hai stepped forward to support Wudao.
Wudao fell to the ground, hugged his leg, and cried loudly. He said in a trembling voice, "Younger Brother, I am sorry for your teachings."
Monk Guan Hai's eyes were also wet. He looked at Ning Que, who was standing next to him, with complicated emotions, as a farewell. Then he supported Wudao and walked into the dark night.
Ning Que looked at the bloody scene in the dim, dilapidated temple, and stood quietly. When he heard the sound from the distant official road and saw the twinkling torches, he turned and left.
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