Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 163 True Cultivation Theory 'A Gentleman Can't Be Saved', Academy Thirteen, Bow and Arrow!
It's quiet at night, but people's hearts are not at peace.

Outside the Washan Lanke Temple, the chief priest of the temple ruled and used the means of Haotian magic to heal the future bright god of the temple, but he waited until the power of thought was almost exhausted and the brilliance of the magic was dimmed and silent.

The black and thin little maid was still dying, the frost on her eyebrows was getting deeper and deeper, and frost had already formed on her jet-black hair.

It was a chill, a chill that came from nowhere.

After Ye Hongyu finished his work, he said with worry in his eyes: "Ning Que, although you are already deeply possessed by the devil, I must remind you that Sangsang's life seems to have come to an end."

"The lake water in winter is very cold. Originally, Sangsang followed Guangming and practiced magical arts to suppress it. Now, he spreads out the coldness."

"Even if Wei Guangming is not dead, there may still be a third chance, but now that Wei Guangming is dead, unless it is Haotian's favor, there is no way to save him."

Although she really didn't want to admit this reality, the fact was that, according to her cultivation level of knowing destiny, the divine magic she could perform could not compete with that chill.

Perhaps in this world, there are only masters, temple masters, and chief lecturers, and only a few people can cure this disease, but the master is also helpless, let Ning Que come to this Washan, then this disease may really have no cure Can be saved.

Sangsang's bloodless little face became paler and paler. Ning Que grabbed Ye Hongyu's black robe and said anxiously, "You must be lying to me, right?"

"I picked Sangsang from under the big tree. She has been fine for so many years. How could she die?"

"Wei Guangming said that she is the future great priest of the temple, how could she die? The teacher also said that only Xiaoqishan can save Sangsang."

In the vast Minshan Mountains, Sang Sang has not died, so Sang Sang will definitely survive.

Ning Que tightened his grip on the Yuan Thirteen Arrows. If Xiao Qishan could not come out, then he would have no choice but to break into this rotten Ke Temple by virtue of his status as his master's direct disciple.

Ye Hongyu pushed Ning Que away and said, "Ning Que, it's okay to talk more. Let's prepare for the funeral!"

In Haotian's world, only death counts. Relative fairness and the laws of life and death belong to Haotian. For countless years, many people have challenged life and death, but they all ended sadly.

There may be a panacea that can delay death, but how could someone with such a panacea give it away just because of Ning Que's few words.

The Master is very mysterious and naturally has a lot of face, but there are always some people who don’t sell the academy’s face, and the Master can’t kill everyone in the world.

The black divine robe fluttered in the night wind, but the person wearing the divine robe, on his originally ruddy face, seemed to be wearing single clothes, walking from the end of the extreme northern wilderness.

The onlookers, listening to Ye Hongyu, the chief judge of the temple's ruling department, and Mr. Shisan of the Academy just now, can also see things clearly, the superficial phenomenon.

Watching the excitement is a common thing in the world, and it is something that people can hardly refuse.

On the stone flat not far away, Chen Xuan looked at Ye Hongyu who was walking towards this side and said, "A touch of coldness entered my body, which damaged some of my cultivation. My mind power was almost exhausted. What else did you sense?"

The chill all over his body could not be faked, even if it was just a small amount of that chill, it was extremely cold.

Ye Hongyu stopped in his tracks, coughed a few times, and said, "I didn't expect a true cultivator of Taoism to have such a leisurely mind. I don't sleep at night and come to watch this kind of excitement. The owner of the mountain is also very leisurely. Lonely men and widows at night stay together, not afraid of gossip."

The night wind came slowly, and Mo Shanshan's face showed a little anger.

Chen Xuan looked at the more ancient stars under the night sky, and said calmly: "It was quiet in the dead of night, and the sound of horse hooves sounded loudly. I was a light sleeper, and the carriage was very heavy, and the road paved with bluestones was broken into pieces. scum."

"Mr. Thirteenth of the academy, he went to Lanke Temple at night. Ordinary practitioners can see such excitement, but I can't see it?"

He was simply disturbed and came to watch the excitement outside Lanke Temple, but he just happened to meet Ye Hongyu who saved the future seat of light in the temple.

After Ye Hongyu wiped off the frost on his forehead, he said: "You two are really leisurely watching the excitement at night, but I am very curious, since Sangsang followed Wei Guangming and practiced the magic of light."

"It can be said that the extreme coldness in He Sangsang's body seems to flow endlessly."

"And the light that belongs to Haotian's divine technique is shy away and dare not go forward. Where does that coldness come from?"

"It doesn't seem like there are any diseases that ordinary people can get, or what diseases can't be cured by the master, and can only be cured by Master Qishan?"

This is the doubt deep in her heart. What kind of coldness can drive back the light?
Moreover, Guangming, the former Guangming God of the Temple, personally imparted teachings to Yinhan who even the Great Priest of Guangming was helpless about. There may not be many people in the world who can cure this disease.

Chen Xuan walked down the Shiping, looked at Ye Hongyu's gradually fading cold aura, and said, "That cold aura has come to you, and it will fade away soon."

"Because that cold breath on your body is like a rootless duckweed, but on Sangsang's body, it is like a pool of springs, which circulates and regenerates endlessly. There is no way to do anything deep.”

"After all, treating the symptoms does not cure the root cause. Treating the root cause is not a way in this world. But now that we are all in this mountain, there is nothing we can do."

This is the so-called disease of heaven and man, a disease sent down from the sky by a certain god. People in this mountain believe that a variable is just a variable, nothing, and they only need to solve this variable.

But in the eyes of outsiders, the process of solving that variable has actually changed the original result.

Sang Sang, the dark and thin little maid, is an indispensable chess piece on the chessboard. If it were not for Ning Que who was born to know her, Sang Sang might one day be rewarded with all her hardships and become the daughter of a great scholar's palace.

It is also possible that he will die under that big tree and become a lonely ghost.

But because of Ning Que who knew him from birth, everything became different. The master chose Ning Que, and Haotian (Pluto) also chose Ning Que, so things changed.

Ning Que, the thirteenth gentleman in the academy, looked at everything indifferently, but he only regarded the dark and thin little maid as his true love.

Now that her beloved is about to die, Ning Que will inevitably cause a huge mess!
Ye Hongyu was still looking at the main entrance of Lanke Temple, and Ning Que, who was negotiating with Lanke Temple, said: "Chen Daoyou, if there is really no cure, then why does Master say that Master Qishan can heal Sangsang?" way?"

Master Qishan's current condition is not as good as the disciples of the Buddhist sect boasted. Even if she can't bear it, what about Master Qishan whose life is about to come to an end?
According to this, the Academy is generous, generous to others!

Chen Xuan nodded and said: "That's a good question, but I heard that Lanke Temple is the place where Buddha attained enlightenment. He once planted a pear tree with his own hands. After thousands of years of wind and frost, it has become like a panacea."

"It's just that the Buddha still has a few days to live, what about a pear tree?"

"It is rumored that the green pears produced by the pear tree are as magical as the Tongtian Pill. I think this is probably the reason why the Master said Qishan can save Sangsang."

It was a very mysterious green pear. When I was in Chang'an, I once saw a pear tree in Washan Mountain. I stubbornly wanted to live, but the pear tree was dying now.

Just like the Buddha who planted it back then, if the Buddha is still dead, then the pear tree should also die now.

When the leaves of the pear tree fall off, it is the death stage of the pear tree. At that moment, the green pear will also rot and will have no effect.

Mo Shanshan nodded and said: "The rumored green pear does have such mysterious powers. I heard that a plague broke out in the Southern Jin Dynasty more than 170 years ago, and Lanke Temple presided over it at that time."

"Take the green pear down the mountain and throw a green pear tree into the well. The sick people will be cured after drinking the water from the well."

"This is a great merit. Because Lanke Temple often uses green pears to save people in the world, so the announcement of Lanke Temple becomes even more grand."

These things are recorded in the county and government annals of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and they are all traceable things.

The worry in Ye Hongyu's eyebrows has not dissipated for a long time. She said: "But unless it is a matter that threatens the common people, Washan Lanke Temple will not break the rules for Ning Que."

"No rules, no rules. This is also the principle advocated by the academy."

"And after all, Sangsang is just the future seat of light in the temple. Once Sangsang returns, the inheritance of the seat of light in the temple will be chosen according to the oracle."

It's not that Sang Sang is the future Guangming High Priest of the temple, but in terms of inheritance, Sang Sang is the most formal descendant of the previous Guangming High Priest Wei Guangming.

But once the temple opens the way for the throne of light to return to its seat in the way of the oracle, and once the person selected actually takes that position, no one will shake the majesty of the great priest of light.

Therefore, it is simply impossible for Ning Que to want the temple to take out the Tongtian Pill to save people.

As far as she knew, the last Tongtian Pill had entered Long Qing's stomach a long time ago, and that traitor actually dared to betray Taoshan.

Chen Xuan said calmly: "So whether to save or not, it all depends on Master Qishan within one year. In order to preserve the efficacy of the medicine, the green pears are still on the pear tree, but it is not that if they are picked now, the green pears will be useless. Otherwise, the green pears will be useless." Treating people who have suffered from the plague is nonsense."

"As the Confucian saying goes, a gentleman will not save you, but a saint will do his duty!"

"What it says is that a gentleman should have compassion, but if his life is saved because of saving others, he may not save his life. But the saint is different. The saint sticks to his own way and saves for the sake of the way, so he should not give in."

"Seek kindness and gain kindness!"

If he is a person like a saint, he should behave as expected, but everyone in the world has his own thoughts. How can he achieve the state of a saint?
If you really reach the realm of a saint, you will not be obsessed with the words that a gentleman will not save you, but a saint will do his duty.

Ye Hongyu asked: "Then Daoist Chen, is there a way to save each other?"

Chen Xuan laughed loudly and said: "Daoist, if the gentleman doesn't save me, will I save him?"

If an ordinary person came to him and begged him, if he could be saved, he would naturally want to save her. But this Sang Sang was the only one who could not be saved.

He can't bear the burden here, and he doesn't need to bear it. If a gentleman can't be saved, so can Dao.

"The gentleman can't help?"

Ye Hongyu murmured these words. She wanted to ask something more, but when she looked under the stone flat, Chen Xuan and Mo Shanshan had already disappeared without a trace.

Could it be that there is no distance, so you can do whatever you want?
In front of the main entrance of Lanke Temple, there was a burst of noise.

The abbot of Lanke Temple looked at the handwritten letter and said, "Mr. Thirteen, you always have to follow some rules. The main festival day of the Bon Festival has not yet arrived, and Master Qishan is also in retreat."

"It would be disrespectful for you to rush into the temple in the dead of night. Please retreat and wait quietly for the main festival day of the Bon Festival."

The moment he saw Ning Que, he already understood that this was undoubtedly a big trouble. Master Qishan's current physical condition meant that he could no longer use his magical powers.

If it moves, Master Qishan, something bad may happen!

Even the chief minister of the temple's Adjudication Department cannot withstand the coldness. How can Master Qishan be able to withstand it now?

Ning Que held Yuan Thirteen Arrows and said, "Master, be merciful. Sang Sang is the future bright priest of the temple. If Sang Sang is saved, both the temple and the academy will be rewarded."

"The Buddha is compassionate. Do you want to see the future great priest of the temple die in front of Lanke Temple?"

If this entanglement continues, Sangsang may really be unable to hold on anymore. In order to save Sangsang, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, he has to go for it.

The presiding officer of Lanke Temple said: "Amitabha, Mister Thirteen, be careful, it's not that Lanke Temple doesn't save people, but Lanke Temple has no medicine to save people."

In this huge Lanke Temple, only the green pears grown on the pear tree planted by the Buddha in the past can save the future bright priest of this temple.

But why?

If the people in the world are in trouble, such as a plague, they will be saved if they are saved. But the academy says that if a gentleman does not save it, will he take away the last green pear from the pear tree planted by the Buddha based on this letter?

Is there really such a reason in this world?

Ning Que's eyes changed and he said, "Well, host, please forgive Ning Que for being rude."

He bent his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming the bow like a full moon at the abbot of Lanke Temple. As the talisman circulated, the vitality of heaven and earth suddenly changed.

Ning Que continued to ask: "To save people, or not?"

The abbot of Lanke Temple said: "Mr. Thirteen, is this an academy? You have to make some sense. The academy says that a gentleman can't be saved. The future bright seat of the temple should also be saved by the temple."

"If I save this girl Sangsang, if I meet her again in the human world, will Mr. Thirteen be willing to give up his life to save others during the plague 170 years ago?"

There may be people in this world who can criticize Lanke Temple, but this Mr. Thirteen is definitely not qualified.

Practitioners from the Southern Jin Dynasty present recalled the plague 170 years ago. 170 years is not a big problem for practitioners in the realm of knowing fate.

The plague that swept through the Southern Jin Dynasty was saved by Lanke Temple, not by the academy.

Ning Que roared angrily: "Why do you want me to sacrifice myself to save others?"

The host of Lanke Temple said: "Mr. Thirteen replied that there is indeed nothing wrong. According to what Chen Xuan said, there is no right or wrong, so there is nothing wrong with Lanke Temple not saving people!"

Hosted by Lanke Temple, he stepped into Lanke Temple and closed the temple gate!

Ning Que let go of the bowstring, and the iron arrow set off a turbulent stream and slammed into the temple gate!

(End of this chapter)