Nightfall

The southern gate at the foot of the imperial city was quiet, and it felt so quiet. The Taoists and Taoists walked quietly, and occasionally looked up at the young Taoist standing outside the temple, and then quickly lowered his head.

The young Taoist had a buttery umbrella under his arm, and his face was calm and gentle. It was He Mingchi, a master and apprentice of the Tang Dynasty. Everyone in Nanmen Temple knows that He Mingchi is a gentle and pure person, but he can let people of his status look at the door in person, and he can imagine how important the conversation in the temple is, and no one dares to bother.

Deep in the Taoist Temple, there are two splendid cotton pads on the black wooden board. Master Li Qingshan looked at the opposite master Yan Se slowly and said: "Brother, that person should have come to Chang'an City."

In front of His Majesty the Emperor and his esteemed brother, Li Qingshan often used to return to the way he used to laugh, but today his expression is very serious, and there is still a serious sense of inquiry on his face.

Master Yan Se took a deep look at him, and there was no usual frivolous meaning in the deep eye sockets, but only a few hints of deep sadness were added indifferently: "The gods finally escaped from the place where there is no light, come to Chang'an What does the city do? Who he wants to find or death? "

Li Qingshan smiled slightly and said: "The shrine is the brightest priest, the second person in Taoshan, such a person's shackle ... Even if he comes to Chang'an City to find death, it will make the whole day shake before the death."

Master Yan Se said after a moment of silence: "Cause. I want to know why he came."

Li Qingshan took out a very thin letter from his arms and placed it on the floor of the black sè: "According to Master Zhang's speculation, it should still be related to the thing fourteen years ago."

Master Yan Se frowned slightly, did not continue this topic, it seems that the matter fourteen years ago, even they, the brothers and sisters did not want to talk more.

"What does this letter say?"

"He didn't know what method he used when he escaped from the temple. He actually overwhelmed Fan Cang with ease. It was ruled that the Grand Priest Taoist Heart was wounded on the Fan Cage and suffered a lot of injuries. The other Priest Taoist people were countless dead and wounded.

The temple inferred that he would come to the empire, so I hope we can catch or kill him at all costs. "

Li Qingshan noticed that after the brother heard this sentence, his eye sockets seemed to be deeper than before. After a pause, he continued to say in a deep voice: "The letter also said that the priest of the oracle, with the master of the bookstore of the oracle, has advanced in advance. When they rush to the border, as long as the court agrees, they are willing to come to Chang'an City to assist our operations. "

"If it was not that the ruling was injured, the majority of the strength of the ruling division was devoted to Huanger. This matter could not have come to the Tianyuyuan, but I really did not expect that the old friend was imprisoned for many years, and he was not exhausted. The lamp is dry, but it seems to be more and more bright and prosperous. If it is not the current situation, if he can go to the wilderness with his own ability, there may be hope for the temple to find out the scroll of the day book. "

Master Yanse's expression did not know whether it was admiration or sigh.

Li Qingshan listened to the word "Tianshu" and raised his eyebrows slightly: "The wind above the wasteland is already moving, but the Japanese scroll has been lost for a long time. Maybe it is not in the desert tribe, so all parties only send the younger generation to try to find, and Brother, if your old friend reappears in the world, the weight will be much heavier than that. "

Master Yan Se shook his head and did not continue to discuss the issue, asking: "What does your majesty say?"

"At that time, the man was taking advantage of his decree when the court was handed over from the beginning of the throne. He simply did that in Chang'an City. His majesty had long wanted him to die. But His Majesty's attitude was very clear, even if it was If you want to kill, you can only kill it by the empire. You are absolutely not allowed to enter the temple to intervene. "

Li Qingshan looked at Master Yan Se for a moment and said, "Brother, you had a deep friendship with him at that time. Let me handle this matter."

Master Yan Se shook his head and said with a blank expression: "Since it is a matter of Taoism, there is naturally no reason to ask the Academy for help, but the strength of the South Gate and Tianshu Department alone cannot kill him."

Li Qingshan said: "Things in the world can't be judged by impression alone, nothing is impossible."

Master Yan Se looked at him and said directly: "He used to be stronger than you. I believe he is stronger now than before."

Li Qingshan said with a smile: "The Nanmen Huayang Collection once recorded several very interesting stories. There was a Nanjin fortune-telling practitioner who traveled to the Dahe Kingdom and was killed by a rogue when he saw his fortune. . "

Master Yan Se knew what he meant to express, and could not help frowning.

Li Qingshan filled the tea cup in front of his brother, and said with a smile: "Brother I am a stranger, but many years ago, I also entered the destiny. As a master of the Tang Dynasty, he is always better than the little rogue."

"Above the God seat, under the sky."

Master Yan Se looked at Li Qingshan and said slowly, "Brother, you must remember this sentence."

"But anyone who can sit on the three-party **** tower of Taoshan is qualified to stand under the sky and overlook the secular world. Among the Taoist gates, the ranks of the teaching ranks are the most noble and the most noble, but the teaching of Taoism is not necessarily the case It will be much stronger than the three gods, but not to mention that the person you deliberately killed was a bright priest known for his wisdom and open heart. "

Li Qingshan smiled and said nothing more.

Yan Se knew that he had not really listened to these words, and could not help sighing deep in his heart, thinking about the old friend ’s xìng sentiment, shaking his head and saying, “Do your best, do n’t do anything if you do n’t do well, all fate , Own Haotian arrangement. "

After Li Qingshan left, Master Yan Se sat on the dark wood floor for a long time, and the old and thin body became more lonely against the cold palace pillar and the floor.

For a long time, he picked up the cold tea in front of him, dipped his fingers in the tea, wrote a word on the floor, then reached out and wiped it on the dirty robe covered with oil, and got up and flew away.

The traces of tea on the wooden floor of the dark black gradually dispersed, leaving only some very light water stains. If you look closely, you can still see it vaguely. It should be a mess.

The old man is called Wei Guangming.

It's not because the old man is a bright priest. In fact, shortly after he fell to the ground more than eighty years ago, he was given such a name when he was a baby. It was only after decades of having this name that he became a bright priest, enjoying the respect and love of hundreds of millions of believers in the world.

At that time, he realized that it was not only a drink and a peck, but the name was also hidden. If Haotian had made a choice before his birth, how could parents of the farmer in Song Dynasty take out such a name? ? As the most honorable and bright priest of Haotian Daomen, although the old man was imprisoned for more than ten years, there are still countless priests and strong men willing to sacrifice everything for him. There are countless loyal to his subordinates in Taoism everywhere Now, after leaving the Tao Mountain, Fan Lu came out, and someone helped him come to Chang'an silently.

After getting out of the carriage outside the Xiongcheng City, they walked in along the deep and thick Nanmen Cave. The old man sagged his eyes, raked himself, and walked slowly on the stone road. Suddenly he seemed to feel something. The moment his right foot stepped on Suzaku Street, he was slightly stiff, and then he retracted it and turned and walked eastward.

In the eyes of the pedestrians around him, the old man was just a little inconvenienced by his feet, and did not notice any weirdness, not to mention that the moment the old man's right foot was about to step on the street, the deep painting on the far side of Suzaku Street The image of the Suzaku on the texture surface slowly opened his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, the eyes of Suzaku's image slowly closed again.

"It's so big."

The old man carried his hands on his back and walked slowly in the streets of Dongcheng with a smile, thought secretly.

After a while, the old man had many feet and stopped at a well in a certain lane. His indifferent and muddy eyes fell on a yellow leaf by the well, and his brows were gradually torn.

The leaves are yellow and the veins are still there. It seems ordinary, but in the eyes of the old man, it is very unusual. His pair of eyes that can see all the darkness in the world, all the scenery and street life in the city, seem to be covered with a very light veil, which has not covered the truth, but has concealed the destiny of the world.

The old man carried his hands on his back and walked to the humble inn at the end of the lane, shaking his head and thinking with emotion: "Good for a big team.

The big formation in Chang'an City covered the sky before the movement, so that the old man could not see the shadow of the night he had been tracing for 14 years, but this big formation that made him admired the vigilance and failed to show that he was one. There is no warning sign from the peerless man from Xiling.

Because now he is not a bright grand priest, he has gathered all his breath and ability, and even forgotten that Dao Xin completely, now he is just a very ordinary and very thin old man.

He chose an ordinary inn to stay, and in the following days, he carried his hands in Changan City, raked in his body, went to some ordinary places of interest, went to ordinary square cities, ordered some common side dishes, drank some ordinary jasmine, and listened to some ordinary singing This little song, playing some ordinary winter time, is like the most common old man in the city of Chang'an.

Until the winter was gradually rising and the cold was getting stronger, he went to buy an ordinary thick cotton jacket.

Ordinary old man does n’t need much sleep. One morning, when he was just polishing, he got up with netg, strolling around, touching a stall selling hot and sour noodle soup, smelling the fragrance, he bought one The bowl was knocked over the front of the jacket by the person when it came out.

A little girl came over with the food container ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looked at the embarrassed old man with a blank expression, pulled out a big towel from his sleeve like a trick, wiped the stain off for him, and bought a new bowl for him Hot and sour noodle soup.

The old man thanked her. She shook her head, indicating that she was not using it, and left with the food container.

The old man was stunned, and handed the bowl of hot and sour noodle soup to an old beggar from Yan Guo who was thinner than himself, and then followed the little girl away.

The old man followed the little girl to an alley called Lin 47 Lane and saw a small shop called Lao Bi Zhai. He watched the little girl working hard in the shop for a whole day.

The more the old man looked, the more fresh and gratifying the little girl was. The unspeakable and pleasant. From the appearance to the cleanliness to the extreme, it seemed to be an absolutely transparent glazed bead. As long as there is a little sunshine, it will definitely shine.

The little girl's skin is dark.

But the black is also so clean and so bright.

So this bright and bright priest from Xiling, standing in the lane of Lin 47, was full of joy and admiration. a.