Money in the heavens

Ning Que climbed the mountain all the way, surpassing the six disciples of the academy and surpassing the young monk.

Finally walked into the thick fog.

Walking forward in the thick fog, Ning Quejiu saw a small chai gate. If he wanted to walk through the small chai gate, he needed to see the four words "Master" left behind.

This is also the Master's advice to everyone, and only those in the Dongxuan realm can write down this last word, otherwise they will forget it in an instant.

What Ning Que got was the four words "a gentleman has no weapons". At this time, he was already a practitioner of the Dongxuan realm. Naturally, he would no longer forget the words and entered the Chaimen easily.

But after Chaimen, he seemed to have returned to the scene after escaping Chang'an City as a child.

In the first year of Tianqi, there was a severe drought in the wilderness and Hebei Province. Countless victims of the disaster went south, and the scene of exchanging children for food and starving to death appeared again in front of Ning Que...

Night has come, and the thick fog in the mountains behind the academy is as smooth and thick as milk.

Ning Que stood on the stone steps with his head lowered. After being silent for a long time, he slowly raised his hands.

His hand was hollow, as if holding an invisible knife.

The night wind roared on the mountain road.

He tilted his body slightly and slashed with the knife, cutting through the night and the mountain road.

The knife fell, and the stone steps went up another level.

There was silence in the thick fog on the top of the mountain.

A voice full of pity sounded: "I don't know what kind of suffering Ning Que has encountered in his life. I have never heard him say in the old library how this mountain road is... so difficult for him.

"The mountain road is long, and all the past disasters have turned into reality and blocked the way of climbers. If they can see through it or underestimate it, they may be able to relax more. But if they cannot see through it and have regrets about retreating, then there will never be any hope of climbing the mountain. ”

The second senior brother's voice sounded slowly, and it was only then that there was finally serious respect in his voice.

"The two people climbing today are very interesting, especially Ning Que."

"Although he didn't know what the memories and pain deep in his heart were, he was unwilling to forget them at all, and he had no regrets at all. He even thought it was unnecessary to see through them. Facing the darkest things deep in his heart, The most painful experiences in the corner, the choices he made today are still the same as those he made back then. "

"If he can't see through it, how can he keep his true intentions and remain unchanged for many years?"

"Since you don't want to see through it, the only way is to kill it."

"He wants to break through this mountain road."

For Long Qing, it seems that all the things he has experienced in the past are no longer in his heart. The only belief in his heart is to maintain a clear Taoist heart and serve Haotian.

Apparently during these years of practice in Xiling, the humanity in Long Qing gradually disappeared, leaving only the belief in serving Haotian.

For a loser who has gone astray, Shang Yi will naturally not waste time evaluating him.

As for the other people, they walked down the mountain road one after another.

Under the starry sky, it seemed that everyone could see the scene in the mountain. Although Ning Que walked into the mountain, he was still hanging far behind Long Qing.

After all, Ning Que experienced much more suffering than Long Qing since childhood, and Ning Que was not as ruthless as Long Qing, so he stayed at each step longer.

Out of some very strange psychology, many students in the academy let out sighs of relief, and some murmured: "Fortunately, Ning Que is still not as good as Prince Long Qing."

Li Manman, who was standing aside, couldn't help but shake his head. No matter how calm he was, he was very disappointed that there were such shameless students among this generation of academy students.

Yan Se said sarcastically:

"It turns out that this generation of students in the academy is so bad. It seems that Ning Que is more reliable as my disciple."

Under the starlight, Sang Sang was sitting next to Grand Scholar Zeng Jing, holding a big black umbrella.

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After the banquet that day, Sang Sang still met Zeng Jing and his wife.

Although he did not return directly to the Grand Master's Mansion, he still had contacts with them.

Academician Zeng Jing also knew that Sang Sang seemed to be Ning Que's maid, but the two lived and died together, and neither could live without the other.

Therefore, what Bachelor Zeng Jing wants now is not to take Sang Sang away from Ning Que, but to help Sang Sang escape from slavery. In this way, it is not unacceptable for Sang Sang and Ning Que to be united together in the future, and it is not unacceptable for Bachelor Zeng Jing to do so.

Even if Ning Que is still unable to practice as before, he will still choose this way for the sake of his daughter's happiness and his guilt for her daughter.

Suddenly, a young monk walked down the mountain path.

This monk was the monk who had just arrived before the thick fog but did not go in. The reason why he did not go in may have a lot to do with the path he chose, or it may also have something to do with his identity.

He seems to be a monk from the Yuelun Kingdom, but in fact he comes from the Hanging Temple, an unknown place of Buddhism. The path of practice he chooses is the path of dual cultivation, so he also calls himself the Love Monk and Enlightenment, but many people know him. In fact, he is a slutty monk.

There are many monks in the Buddhist sect who are obsessed with the dual cultivation path and the joyful Zen method.

Therefore, he knew that he could not enter the illusion test in the thick fog, otherwise he would be very likely to be exposed in public.

At the same time, he also observed potential competitors in the future before the thick fog, such as Long Qing and Ning Que.

If he hadn't been in the academy just now, he would probably have directly killed Ning Que, who had just entered the Dongxuan realm.

Wu Dao, who was walking down the mountain, saw Sang Sang sitting next to Zeng Jing at first sight. His eyes lit up immediately and he stood there, fascinated by the little girl next to Zeng Jing.

He walked forward, looked at Sang Sang's slightly dark smiling face and the hair on her head, put his hands together and praised in the most sincere tone:

"This girl, you are so beautiful!"

Sang Sang looked at Wu Dao in confusion, and then looked around and realized that the monk in front of him was praising her. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, narrowed her willow-leaf eyes, stared at him and said seriously: "Don't curse."

Wu Dao smiled slightly, put his hands together and said: "I have a wise eye and can recognize the jade in the stone. The girl misunderstood."

Zeng Jing frowned and said:

"Little Master, please respect yourself!"

But Wu Dao ignored Zeng Jing at all, and instead chanted explicit love poems and reached out to Sang Sang's neck. The strong wind whistled at his fingertips, which did not hurt people's hearts but had the meaning of making people faint.

Suddenly, the monk's sleeve on Wudao's outstretched arm suddenly ignited, and a ray of light then shone on Wudao's body.

Wudao struggled and knelt on the ground and roared:

"Who?"

Yan Se stared at Wudao coldly and said:

"Lecherous monk Wudao, if you dare to stay in my Tang Dynasty, don't blame me for using the well character to cut you into pieces one by one."

Then he looked in the direction of the entrance of the academy.

There, stood an old man in white clothes and white hair.

Wudao followed Yan Se's gaze and shouted in horror:

"On the throne, under the sky, the great priest of light, Wei Guangming!"

Wei Guangming ignored Wudao, but looked kindly at Sangsang, who was sitting beside Zeng Jing, at a loss, and said:

"Pure and clear, transparent and clean, she is really the daughter of light!"

Then he looked at Wudao coldly and said:

"There are people in Buddhism who are fanatical about dual cultivation. You, a lustful monk, can actually detect the extraordinary things in Sangsang. You are worthy of being a person from the Hanging Temple. But you shouldn't have thought about my disciple!"

As he spoke, the light shrouding Wudao became brighter and brighter, and soon Wudao disappeared as if he had never appeared.