Nightfall

In the following days, the bright priest who turned into an ordinary old man in Chang'an City went in and out of the inn as usual, ate and slept, searched for a quiet visit, simmered in the stove to drink tea, listen to music and snooze. .

He eats and sleeps to see Sang Sang, simmers the stove to drink tea to see Sang Sang, listens to the music to take a nap to see Sang Sang, goes to see Sang Sang every day, after hearing the name of the black skinny maid in Lao Zhai The most important part.

One day, the old man came to Lin 47 Lane again with two mentions of the osmanthus cake of Furongji, watching the little maid picked up by a luxurious royal carriage, he couldn't help but wonder, but he didn't think much about it, just Looking at Lao Bi Zhai with the gate closed, he couldn't see Sang Sang's busy body. The old man felt that if he was lacking, if he was regretful, he suddenly stood there for a while, and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to come to Changan Real purpose.

There was no longer the shadow of the dark night in the old man's eyes. He didn't know where the man was hiding in Chang'an City or whether he was still in Chang'an City. These days he even completely forgot this matter.

Standing on the gray wall of Lane 47, he thought of this matter, shook his head, and put the osmanthus cake in his hand to the door of Laobi Zhaipu, tightening his body and becoming dirty. Thick cotton jacket, through the streets of Dongcheng's dense cobwebs, came to a quiet mansion in Nancheng.

There are two large locust trees standing quietly at the entrance of the alley. The leaves are curled up weakly in the winter breeze. Compared with the arrogant green trees protruding from the houses on both sides of the street, it looks a bit cold.

There are two mansions facing each other in the middle of the street. The old man ignored the mansion on the right hand side, and looked directly to the left hand side. The peeling seal has been torn away by the wind for years, and only some scraps of paper scraps are left between the peeling and lifting paint of the wooden door, and it looks like it is declining.

The old man stood quietly in front of this ruined mansion, carrying his hands, raking in his body, looking at the remaining stone lion, and looking at the thick **** old mud accumulated behind the base of the stone lion. There was an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

The old man stood for a long time until a winter wind hit from the alleyway and burrowed into the thick cotton jacket's neckline, which caused him to cough a few times and his body was ricket lower.

There was another voice as the winter wind swept through.

"This winter in Chang'an City is much colder than before."

The old man still leaned forward and replied: "I haven't been to Chang'an City for many years, so I don't know what the winter before Chang'an City looked like."

Then he turned to look at the alley.

A person walked slowly from the alley, straight eyebrows, bright eyes, cotton robes, simple bun, a long sword behind him, a pair of straw shoes under his feet, every step was a dragon and a tiger. The mud seemed to be afraid of his power, and moved to the sides of the street without wind.

It was Li Qingshan, the master of the Tang Dynasty.

"In the next few years, you can live in Chang'an City for a long time, maybe you will have a deeper understanding of the winter here."

Li Qingshan stopped and watched the old man say such a sentence, expressing the meaning of staying guests.

If it is a real guest, Datang will naturally have good tea and wine to entertain, if it is uninvited, and there are evil guests who have complained for years, the so-called staying guests naturally means something else.

The old man looked at him quietly, straightening up slowly, and his thin body, with a simple motion of lifting his waist, suddenly became tall and majestic, and a sense of solemn wisdom and power spurt out.

Facing Datang Guoshi, the old man is no longer the ordinary old man who drinks tea and eats to see Sang Sang.

He is a bright priest.

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The leader of the southern gate of Haotian Dao, the Datang State Master, and almost all the imagination of power in the world can be given to Li Qingshan. No one has seen him in the past years to perform the magical realm, because in his detached status, it is really There is nothing that he needs to do in person.

But even the naughty boy playing in the streets of Chang'an City knows that the state teacher is of course very powerful, otherwise why can he become a state teacher? For those in the world of spiritual practice, Li Qingshan, the master of the Tang Dynasty, is a master of the realm of fate.

But the old man in front of the decaying general's palace is not an ordinary person. As the most respected and most noble priest of the Xiling Temple, he was imprisoned for 14 years and still has countless loyal subordinates. Slaying, as soon as he exerted his power, caused the temple to be shattered, and the first ever to escape from the Pavilion.

Datang Guoshi is facing the bright priest, and he does not know how to win or lose.

"Xiling sent a letter saying that you are strong, and your brother also said that you are strong, and even said that you may be stronger than the master."

Li Qingshan looked at the bright Grand Priest, and suddenly smiled, said: "I know that I cannot keep quiet because of my devotion to the common affairs, so I have always been regretful in the realm, so if you are really stronger than me, I am not I thought it was difficult to accept, let alone think it was a shame. "

The Great Priest Guangming said: "For many years of monasticism, if you can't even see through this point, you will inevitably be dull."

"So I can't see you through." Li Qingshan smiled and said: "You and the two gods who ruled the Tianyu are different. At that time, Brother and I never saw a ambition of power in you, even You do n’t seem to be very interested in the spread of Haotian Guanghui in the world. You study the textbooks, you save the sufferings, you are compassionate but not compassionate, you are indifferent but not indifferent, you are a near People who are completely transparent or bright. "

Li Qingshan's voice gradually froze: "So I don't understand why you would suddenly become such a person at that time, you would do such a thing, and become the first bright priest imprisoned in the temple, and I don't understand you Why come to Chang'an City after getting out of trouble, what exactly do you want to do? "

"All things and laws in the world are doomed by Haotian, and our position in the world is already doomed. My position is on the seat of light, and my mission is to see the darkness, nothing more."

After a short pause, the bright priest looked up at the messy sky behind the messy branches above the courtyard wall, and a smile of compassion appeared on his face. He continued: "If everyone knows his position and mission, then everything in the world will be simple. Many, when I saw the darkness at that time, I should have ruled to purify the darkness. However, no one was willing to complete their mission. I had to do more. "

He drew back his gaze, looked at Li Qingshan and said, "Whether you look or not, the darkness is always there, but since I saw it, I really can't think of it as if I didn't see it."

Li Qingshan shook his head and said, "If Haotian is destined for everything and the world, then why do we have to practice and seek? The darkness is there, and Haotian is purified, you have to complete your mission in your own position, why should you return Do these things? If you really know your position and mission, you should still be a bright priest sitting on the seat of God and worshipped by all peoples. How can you become a funeral dog that everyone wants to kill? "

The bright priest was silent.

Li Qingshan looked at his old face, remembering the loving old man who had studied hard in the temple home for many years, and had a complex emotion of sympathy and hatred in his heart. He said with emotion: "All the bright priests in the past are fine in the door. I am a wise and unparalleled person, but I do n’t know why, but the brightest priest is the person who is the most prone to problems. The better, the more so. The one who entered the wasteland more than a thousand years ago is the same. So, so are you, why is it so? I often wonder if you, the people with great wisdom and perseverance, have great self-confidence, so they insist that what they see is real and the only truth, so Going further and further away from the real world? "

Listening to the sincere words of the sentiment, the Grand Priest Guangming was silent for a long time, and it seemed that he also had some emotions, but after a while his expression became calm and indifferent, saying: "Seeing is seeing, seeing in bright eyes What you see is where the world is objective, and falsehood is also true. "

Hearing this, Li Qingshan could n’t help but anger, and Shen Sheng rebuked: “But no one except you will think this way! Fourteen years ago, you pretended to preach the decree and made Li Peiyan and Xiahou do this, and His Majesty was angry. The palm master is equally angry. If it were n’t for you to be an enemy to the whole world, how could the world be against you? How could your majesty and palm master think you were **** at the same time? How could you be so prestigious for so many years! ”

Grand Priest Guangming said: "I haven't faked the first oracle."

Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Are you saying that Zhang Jiao takes you as a scapegoat?"

The official of the Great God became calmer and said, "Who has the courage to take me as a scapegoat?"

Li Qingshan said after a moment of silence: "This is something you did after all."

"Not bad."

"Have you never thought about the ideas of His Majesty and the Master?"

"What does Tang Emperor's thoughts have to do with me?"

The voice of the bright Grand Priest is calm like a frozen lake in winter, smooth and without traces. It seems that the disaster that shocked the Datang Empire and the Xiling Temple caused by him at the time was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Li Qingshan looked at him slightly coldly and asked, "Come to Chang'an after getting out of trouble. Could it be that you haven't let go of that?"

The bright priest is silent.

Li Qingshan turned to look at the ruined General Mansion and sighed: "Just because you said that so many innocent people have died in Chang'an City, this General Mansion's worship has also declined, so you are not satisfied ? "

The bright Grand Priest said blankly, "Not satisfied."

Li Qingshan pointed at the General's Mansion and screamed: "All the people in the General's Mansion are dead. What are you dissatisfied with?"

The bright Grand Priest shook his head and said, "No, there is another one who is not dead."

Li Qingshan's pupils shrank, and he was shocked.

"Whether it was the temple or your prince general in the Tang Dynasty, I agreed to cooperate with my eyes, because no one wants to see the son of Hades coming to the world. However, somehow, everyone thinks that what I saw is false. Your prince I think it was because of my bewilderment that your emperor was very angry, so some people know that there is still a person in this general mansion, but they are no longer willing to check it, and they are even strictly prohibited from talking about it. "

"Why am I imprisoned for fourteen years? Because I know that the Son of Pluto is still in this world, and become more and more powerful, I want to continue to look for him, and those people do not believe in the Son of Pluto, nor his There is ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ If I were to continue to investigate, there would be a big problem between Xiling and Tang. "

"Then some people have to shut me up."

He said slowly with compassion: "Peach Hill, Tang Kingdom, the whole world is decaying."

"It's not that I want to be the enemy of the whole world, but that the whole world is companion with the night and the light."

"I'm a bright priest."

"My name is Wei Guangming."

"Then the whole world is my enemy."

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(I do n’t want to use the name Changan Chaos. The name of this chapter is more relevant. This is really a big show. There will be a volume called the year of the curtain, which is probably the penultimate volume, and then recently at the Hubei home. Keep it this way, quality first, then quantity. After returning home, quality and quantity will be preserved, clap your hands, thank you.)