Sang Sang's condition can be temporarily stabilized, and the person who would rather thank the most is Ye Hongyu. He knows that the young adjudicator, Capricorn, should be on the road to kill Longqing at this time. According to the logic, even if he is not a friend, he should express a certain degree of worry just out of gratitude, but he did not.

Ning Que has absolute confidence in Ye Hongyu—the current Prince Longqing is indeed terrifying. In the battle of autumn rain, if his life was not good, he was afraid that he would die long ago, but he always thought that among the younger generation of practitioners, The most terrifying thing is the woman Ye Hongyu. Since she said she would kill Long Qing herself, Long Qing will inevitably die.

Looking at the autumn scenery outside the window, recalling the **** battle in the autumn rain, the ghostly figure of the fallen knight in front of the ruined temple and Long Qing wearing a black gown suddenly overlapped with some of the pictures in his memory. I remembered that he had seen three black whirlwind dust in the wilderness in several dreams he had ever dreamed of.

The three black smoke and dust showed the cold and dark taste, as if it was part of the night, when I thought about it, it was really similar to the meaning revealed by Longqing and the fallen knight that day.

Ning Lin felt more and more that what Long Qing said on that day might be true. The guy who learned to eat people and fell in love with them was the son of Pluto.

Thinking of this, Xian suddenly felt calm for a few minutes, faintly fearful of rumours about his life experience, and naturally a little less afraid of Buddhism, anxious about the mood to reach Lanke Temple.

No matter how anxious and anxious, the final constitution of the journey needs to go one mile after another, especially when Sang Sang is weak and can't help the continuous trek without rest for a long time, so the speed of the carriage is not mentioned.

The climate in the south is relatively humid and warm, and it is late autumn, but the autumn is thick but not clear. There are green trees on both sides of Xiao Road, which is much more pleasant than the desolate scenery in the north.

Occasionally an autumn rain fell, after all, it was getting colder every day, and Sang Sang's body also became cooler, especially his hands and feet, which felt like ice.

The warming effect of spirits can be kept shorter and shorter, so Ning Que posted the rest of the last two years of the evil rune with the warming effect on Sang Sang's body and in the car. There was a brazier in it. The fire rune, which was extremely cherished in the eyes of practitioners, burned continuously in the copper pot. It had never been extinguished day and night. It was not a long journey. I did not know how many rune papers were burned.

When the previously written fire symbols are used up, they will write new ones. No matter how powerful Ning Que ’s thoughts are, he ca n’t help this extravagant and exaggerated approach, and his face becomes more and more haggard.

Sang Sang did not dissuade him because she knew that dissuasion had no meaning and would not have any effect. If Ning Que was sick now, she would do the same, and Ning Que would not dissuade her.

She looked at the autumn scenery outside the window, or the rather lacking face by the window, and there was a calm smile on her small face. For her, now as long as the scenery is beautiful, even if the autumn wind and autumn rain fall yellow leaves fall As long as it is Ning Que's face, it looks good, even if the haggard face seems to have not slept for many days.

Sang Sang has been looking at the scenery for longer and longer, and the smile on her small face is getting sweeter and sweeter, but she has said less and less. In the past few years, her words have not been much, and now she is becoming more and more silent.

She didn't know if the elder of the Lanke Temple could cure her strange disease. She wondered if Xiao had any future. If there would be a future, this kind of unaware fear was the cause of silence.

Ning Que understood her current mood, but didn't say anything because he knew Sang Sang's temperament.

Sang Sang, who seems to be gentle but stubborn, never likes to be comforted, because she and Ning Que have struggled to survive in recent years, so she knows that she can't be weak no matter what the situation is, and the weaker the easier it is to die If you are moved by comfort, it is a weak start.

Ning Que did not comfort her, but held her more in her arms and looked at the clear autumn scenery of the window breeze for a long time in a daze. In fact, this is very good, and the people feel like they have returned to ten years ago.

In addition to holding Sang Sang in his arms and watching the scenery in a daze, all the rest of the time, especially when Sang Sang was asleep, Ning Que has been doing another thing, that is, repairing the Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

There are specially equipped tools for repairing arrows in the arrow box, his hands are very stable, and the iron arrows are originally carved on his shaft, so the repair work of the iron arrows is going smoothly.

Just as he repaired the last iron arrow, noisy human voices were heard outside the carriage.

Sang Sang lifted the curtains and looked forward. He saw a few strangely shaped peaks among the hills in the south. The tops of these evil peaks were straight and flat, and they looked like black tiles on the eaves.

Fanshan is here.

In Wu Tian ’s world, Buddhism has been silent for thousands of years, practiced behind closed doors, and occasionally joined the world. It is also a vassal of “the way of Taoism”. It is more famous for meditation and meditation. Many monks directly believe that the life wheel is just another way of expressing Wu Tianyu's will.

This kind of statement directly allows Buddhism to perch under the Taoist system in a low-key manner, so that many former sages directly believe in the notes that Buddhism is more a way of thinking, and does not involve the rest.

Perhaps it is for these reasons that Buddhism is not very prosperous in the world. In addition to those ascetic monks who walk in the countryside, in countries such as Nanjin, it is extremely difficult to find a Buddhist temple.

The only exception is the Lunar Kingdom, because it is very close to the Hanging Temple in the unknown place of the Buddhism in the wilderness. The Lunar Kingdom is deeply influenced by the Buddhism, and it is very popular to repair Buddha, even described in the smoke of the Seventy-two Temple.

However, the Seventy-two Temple of Yanyu has never been able to overwhelm an ancient temple in the southeastern scenic spots. Whether it is of importance to the Buddhism or the status in the hearts of believers, this ancient temple is far superior to the temples of the Moon Kingdom.

This ancient temple is the Lanke Temple.

Lanke Temple is in Washan.

The Lanke Temple has a very long history. According to the wife of the classics, shortly after the Xiling Temple was built, there were trees falling in the depths of the Qingyouwa Mountain, a pavilion, a new tower, and a pagoda.

In the rumours of the practitioners, the Lanke Temple is the mountain gate of the Xuankong Temple in the unknowable place, just like the relationship between the Xiling Temple and the Zhishouguan. Therefore, it is highly respected, and no one dares to easily violate the Shanmen Senlu.

History and legends have created the distinctive status of the Lanke Temple. For countless years, I do n’t know how many or tragic or solemn or legendary stories have been staged in this ancient temple. Because of this ancient temple, the Lan Festival has gradually become the most important in the world. The festival, and the most popular debate in decades, also originated here.

At this time, it is not yet the day of the official festival of the Yulan Festival. The Datang Mission has not yet arrived. However, Washan has become very lively before. On the second floor of the houses on both sides of Qingshi Street, various flags and streamers hang. The colors of these flags are very plain, most of them are black and white, but I do not know whether the metaphor is the most popular chess game around Washan, or the real reason that points to the Lan Festival, and the souls of the underworld.

I believe that ordinary monks in the Lanke Temple and residents who have lived in the town for decades have no idea what the source of this custom is. For people living in this world, the Bon Festival is just a simple and pure All they need to do is enjoy the festive atmosphere.

There are already many tourists in the small town under Washan. These tourists do not know where they come from. They all have the same happy smile on their faces. The adults smile and say hello to each other. They play and appreciate in the legendary millennium old houses. The children are on the street. Running and chasing freely, a girl chasing her brother gaspingly, her face full of grievances, suddenly saw hundreds of red fish in the stone pool beside the road, and immediately squatted down and looked with wide eyes Those fish swimming calmly, have long forgotten that they want to find his brother and cry.

The middle-aged man standing beside the stone pool looked at the girl with a smile, and passed a thin wooden stick with a thin net pocket the size of a tea cup. The girl looked at the people who were touching the money behind her, and shook her head shyly. She knew that fishing needed money, but her mother said that she was too young to bring money on her body, but only on her brother, but her brother wanted Take the money to buy the sugar man, at this time do not know where it went.

The girl suddenly remembered that she was chasing her brother, and she was shocked-she stood up, and when she was a little scared, her brother, who was about seven or eight years old, wondered when Xiao Xiao squeezed back from the crowd, and she smiled with pride Then, she took two copper plates from her waist and stuffed them into her small hands.

So the red fish in the stone pond was no longer so peaceful, the water splashed slightly, and the years old moss attached to the pool all showed traces of flaking.

The black carriage stopped outside the town and did not enter.

The cavalry of Qi State Road Hall was driven away by Ning Que.

He and Sang Sang separated the curtains, looked at the peaceful and joyful town, and looked at the pair of siblings squatting by the pool, probably remembering the situation when he went to the city to catch up when he was a child, and laughed.

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These mountain peaks still exuding greenery in late autumn, the shape is very similar, the peak is flat like a knife, and it looks like a few black tiles are randomly put together by urchins.

When the town was very lively, the depths of Washan were still so quiet. The corner of the ancient temple appeared in the forest, as if infected by the Dharma. The last tweet of the southern autumn cicada did not seem desperate and desperate, but with a relief of indifference.

This is Houshan. If you want to go to Lanke Temple, you can never reach the main hall from this mountain road.

But the black carriage was slowly heading towards Xiaoshan.

Ning Que brought Sang Sang Laiwa Mountain, not originally going to Lanke Temple, he was going to Houshan to find someone.

In the secluded mountain behind the Lanke Temple, there lived several generations of Buddhism.

Yu Que is looking for one of them.

It was the elder of the Lanke Temple that he had heard mentioned many times.