Nightfall

The first to speak is Master Qishan.

He looked at the people in the hall and said tiredly: "You naturally will not think that the legend is just a legend. The arrival of Yongye has already had many signs. The previous year, Mr. Academy, went to the extremely cold area. The temperature has dropped sharply, and there are signs of freezing in Atami. "

Cheng Lixue leaned forward slightly to salute everyone, and then said: "Master Zhang did indeed see the depths of the storm sea in the light curtain, and a very strange ice layer appeared."

Master Qishan sighed and said, "Mr. Da also mentioned in the letter that the dates of the icing in Chang'an City in the previous year and last year were advanced two and three days respectively."

Cheng Ziqing frowned slightly, and said, “But this year, Changan City falls into autumn later than last year. I always think that the change of climate between years is really normal.”

At this moment, Master Baoshu of Xuankong Temple Discipline Academy said slowly: "No more disputes on this matter, the deserted people go south, it proves that Mr. Dad is not wrong, and should not spend time on such unnecessary arguments. The first thing we have to consider is how to deal with the invasion of the underworld. "

After Master Baoshu entered the Lanke Temple, it never closed its doors. When he was on the mountain, he still sat silently in the buddha. Today, in the hall, many people, including Ning Que, saw him for the first time. True face.

I saw this monk's double eyebrows, with pure luster in his eyes, slight frost on his eyebrows, a few wrinkles on his forehead, and a solemn dharma, but people could not guess his true age.

Master Baoshu comes from an unknowable place, and is also a big figure like the Discipline Academy. His position is undoubtedly the highest in the field, so when he said, Cheng Ziqing shut up and expressed his approval.

It was confirmed by the Xuankong Temple that the invasion of the underworld is really not a legend. The Buddha ’s hall suddenly became quieter, the legend became a reality, and it was not a reality that could be easily accepted. Both Cheng Ziqing and Qu Ni Madi were thinking in silence. The end times that countless generations of practitioners have not encountered before, will they encounter themselves?

Master Treasure Tree looked around the people and said sternly: "Invasion of the underworld must be a very long process, maybe our generation can't meet it at all, but as the predecessors planted trees, the descendants took the cool, in order to survive in this world, we must now Start preparing. "

Everyone knows to prepare, but what should I prepare?

The temple became quiet again.

The sea monk walked outside the temple, took hot water, and started serving tea to the guests.

In the past, Master Qishan was very sorry for this young man, and he was not willing to tell too many bleak future stories with him, so this is his first time to participate in such occasions. In fact, if it is not for ordinary monks Hearing the discussion in the temple, it was his turn to do the job.

So he was a little excited and nervous. His hand holding the teacup trembles. Where can he notice how many tea leaves he put in the tea bowl and what kind of tea leaves he put.

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Ning Que has no interest in this kind of discussion. In his view, if the underworld really invades, these people in the temple can discuss the real countermeasures. Where is the pedestal, and where is the old man?

It's just that there are a group of lazy people who don't care about worldly things in the mountains behind the academy. He was forcibly assigned the name of the person who joined the world.

But he did not expect that this discussion soon involved himself.

"The underworld invasion requires Pluto to project itself into our world, and it needs to take the body of the Pluto's son as a channel. Sixteen years ago, the wasteland sky fell, and the various worlds walked together, because no matter the hanging temple Still consciously aware that the Son of Hades has come to our world. "

Master Baoshu said slowly, then glanced at Ning Que.

Ning Que knew what he meant at this moment, but his mood was slight, but his face remained unchanged.

Qu Ni Ma Di stared at him bitterly, his voice hoarsely said: "Then what we should do now is to find the son of Pluto, and ... kill him."

Master Qishan took the tea bowl from the hands of the sea monk, bowed his head gently, and didn't speak.

People in the Buddha's Hall know who Qu Nimadi is insinuating. After all, Ning Que and Xiahou had already passed on the judgment of the bright priest in the past, and the Buddhist sect seems to hold this concept.

But in the absence of evidence, who dares to say that the master disciple of the Master is the son of Hades? For more than a year, no one dared to say this in front of Ning Que, and even that rumor gradually faded. After all, no one had seen Pluto, but all practitioners knew that the academy should not be angry.

So when Qu Ni Madi said this, no one answered the hall, no one pretended to be ignorant, who is the son of Hades? It's still quiet.

Qu Ni Madi didn't seem to expect to face this situation. The more angry the old eyebrows became, the more resentful his eyes were, staring at Ning Que and said, "Mr. Thirteen, don't you have anything to say?"

Ning Que said: "I want to say, can you talk around the bend?"

Qu Ni Madi was furious, his chest kept rising and falling, and said sharply: "The old person is you!"

"You are the son of Hades!"

Ning thought that it would be difficult for someone today, but I do n’t know whether it would be Qu Ni Madi or the master of the treasure tree. At this time, I finally confirmed that the old nun was indeed the most annoying creature.

However, after all, the rumors were put on the table for the first time. The eyes of the people in the Buddhist temple were complicated. Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que quietly, with a little worry.

Ning Que looked at her calmly and asked, "If there is no evidence, don't talk casually."

Qu Ni Madi sneered and said: "At that time, the Great Priest of Light judged that the son of Hades was born in the General Palace of Xuanwei in Chang'an. Now you are the only person alive in that palace. You are not the son of Hades, who is it?"

"So you said my wife's teacher."

Ning Que said: "But he is dead, so he can't be a witness, and even if these words you said are his last words, this testimony has no effect ... the person with the best eyesight may also be wrong. Do n’t forget, because of this matter, he was shot down by the lord and imprisoned by the Xiling Temple for more than ten years. If you insist that he is right, is it that the lord is wrong and the Xiling Temple is wrong? "

Qu Ni Madi was at a loss for a while. Even if she was noble and respected in Buddhism and secular world, she would not dare to blame the worldly masters such as observant and observant master for being wrong.

Ning Que looked at her and shook her head and said, "I really don't know what it is."

Then he looked at Cheng Lixue and asked, "I'm not the one to pick things up, nor do she feel the guts to disrespect the entire Taoist door, but what did we say just now? What is the whole family dead?"

Cheng Lixue smiled bitterly, thinking that you are not afraid of offending people, you don't want to have a deep hatred with the old goddess.

Although Qu Nimadi did not know the conversation between Ning Que and Cheng Lixue, but listening to the death of the whole family, she also knew that it was definitely not a good word, and these five words happened to touch her biggest pain, and could not help feeling sad and angry At the same time, the wrinkles on his face were full of resentment.

Ning Que looked at her calmly and said, "If you don't want to provoke trouble for the lunar kingdom, then say something meaningful. Although your seniority is low, but you are not young, don't mess up like in the wilderness. "

His voice was calm and did not seem mean, but between the words, the strong taste of the elders teaching the younger generation could not be concealed.

Qu Ni Ma Di became more and more grieved, and her whole body shivered.

Master Baoshu frowned slightly, and seemed to be dissatisfied with Ning Que's performance.

The lively dispute between the halls, but it really doesn't make much sense. Sang Sang knew that Ning Que was not always a loser in terms of the knife edge or the language front. Naturally, he didn't worry much, and even lost his mind.

She took a cup of tea from the sea monk.

The tea cup is not the pure tea that Master Qishan used to drink, but the flower tea.

Sang Sang bowed his head, smelling the blended yet clear tea fragrance of pure flowers, looking at the little jasmine flower slowly floating in the clarified tea soup, and felt very happy.

Ning Que suddenly felt restless.

Sang Sang picked up the teacup and put it on his lips. He was about to take a sip, but felt some uneasy uneasiness. His eyebrows frowned slightly, and his wrist flicked, so he was ready to put the teacup down.

The **** 6 Chen Jia, today in the temple of the Buddha, looks very quiet and looks down.

Although she is the princess of the Lunian Kingdom and the key training object of the Xiling Temple, on such occasions, regardless of her seniority or strength, she can only be ranked at the bottom. Silence is a matter of course.

Moreover, after she came to Washan, she was always silent, but the expression was also so indifferent, so everyone in the hall did not think she was different ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ However, when Sang Sang took the cup of flower tea , She looked up.

6 Chen Jia's eyes were still indifferent, and his expression was still indifferent, as if he felt a bit chilly in Lingshan Que in Washan, but if he looked carefully, he could see her flowery lips trembling slightly.

It was nervous and exciting.

Seeing Sang Sang's eyebrows frown slightly, she seemed ready to put down the teacup.

6 Chen Jia squeezed her trembling lips, a sad and absolute smile appeared on her face, and the fingers of her hands in the sleeves exerted a little force to pinch off a withered flower and the petals scattered.

A very faint breath instantly released her sleeve.

Sang Sang had a shocking change in the teacup.

The jasmine flower slowly undulating in the clear tea seems to be infused with a certain vitality. It actually bloomed in the tea cup, several petals detached from the stem of the flower, earned tea, and hit Sang Sang's face with a strong breath!

The tea cup just left Sang Sang's lips, very close to her face, so hard to respond at all.

Whether it is Xiling Divine Art or just learned Dharma, it is too late to react.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the jasmine petals with tea left, flying towards herself.

At this time, she just had time to think about it.

(To be continued)