Nightfall

Liu Yiqing asked when the academy started, referring to Qinghe County. As long as Qinghe County is won, Nanjin will be united with Tang Guolian, and the Xiling Temple will not be so easy again.

The goal of the Xiling Temple is naturally the Southern Jin Dynasty. The Southern Jin Dynasty is strong and powerful, and Daomen wants to defeat the Tang Dynasty. How can it be abandoned here, not to mention that the Southern Jin Dynasty has always been the sphere of influence of the temple.

Liu Yiqing was going to say something more. At this time, Tang Xiaotang returned from shopping. He was inconvenienced and said goodbye to the two. He took the disciples outside the house and left.

Chen Pipi looked at the Jiangge disciples who were gradually disappearing into the twilight, and remained silent for a long time. He knew that Nanjin was under great pressure from the Xiling Temple, especially during the recent period.

Ning Que and Sang Sang were trapped in the chessboard by the Buddha. For ordinary people, this is naturally a secret, but for him who can keep in touch with the academy, it is not a secret.

Because of this sudden change, the plan originally drafted by the Academy had to be adjusted accordingly. How could Daomen, especially his father, miss this opportunity.

"I have practiced Daoism since I was a child. Since I was barrier-free, I was praised by the people in the temple as a genius that has not been encountered for thousands of years. As a member of the mountain, he entered the realm of knowledge in confusion, and practicing for me has never been difficult. "

Standing in front of the window, Chen Pipi looked at the direction of Chang'an City and continued, "Or maybe it's because of this, or because I don't want to compete with my brothers. I am actually very careless about spiritual practice, and I am not interested in things like power. However, now that I have become a waste person, I can no longer practice, and I can no longer have the same or even stronger power as before, but I suddenly start to crave power. "

He wanted to help the college do something, so he longed for strength.

Tang Xiaotang came to him, took his hand, and said, "Don't worry too much."

"There is no way not to worry."

Two of Chen Pipi's most beloved brothers, Jun Mo and Ye Su, are now doing the most difficult things, often thinking of these. He felt anxious.

Tang Xiaotang said: "A letter from Uncle Si Shi said that the academy is trying to find a way to open the chessboard, but there has been no way. Why don't you seem to worry about this?"

Chen Pipi said: "Buddha's chessboard can't trap Ning Que."

Tang Xiaotang puzzled. Asked: "Why?"

Chen Pipi said: "Because he is with Haotian."

Tang Xiaotang said: "But ... isn't Buddha just trying to destroy Haotian?"

Chen Pipi said: "Even if the Buddha can really count the things before and after his life, he can count Haotian clearly, but the Buddha can't count Ning Que, he himself is a variable."

Tang Xiaotang believed him very much. Since he said that he did n’t need to worry, she really did n’t worry, and her expression became clear, saying, “To celebrate, eat more rice at night?”

Chen Pipi sighed and said, "No, I still have no appetite."

Tang Xiaotang was a little confused. Asked: "What else are you worried about?"

"Since this matter is related to Daomen. It must be the arrangement made by my father. No matter whether the Buddha's chessboard can trap Hao Tian and Ning Que, I am afraid that Hao Tian will eventually return to the Kingdom of God."

Chen Pippi said: "By then, the war on earth will start again, can the academy sustain it? Every time I think about this, I eat like chewing wax, where there is appetite, I can only eat five bowls tonight."

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In a city in Song Dynasty, Ye Su stood in an old courtyard with a Taoist temple. To more than ten believers who have just developed, they are explaining some chapters of the Xiling Canon in Wen Yan.

After leaving Linkang City, he washed away in the world, hoping to spread the Protestant teachings wider, and awaken more poor believers. Eventually he came to the Song Kingdom, which is the most powerful and popular Of the most devout kingdom of faith.

The light-colored cloth shirt on his body was slightly moved by the damp damp wind blowing from the sea. The stains on it were obvious, and there was a faint smell. It should have been smashed by many rotten eggs.

Preaching in the Song Kingdom was naturally much more difficult than preaching in Linkang City. He chose this place and he was already mentally prepared, but he did not expect that the hostility of the people came so directly.

Several pieces of broken bricks flew over from the wall and landed on the ground, making a snapping noise, and then shattered into several pieces. The dozen or so devotees who were scared were pale and flustered.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden door of the Taoist temple was brutally kicked, and dozens of people poured in with sticks and kept scolding swear words. The two children were mixed in the ranks of adults and looked at these pictures with excitement. There was a brick in it and he was eager to try it, thinking that they had thrown the broken bricks.

Stinky eggs and rotten vegetable clappers flew around in the Taoist courtyard. Not long afterwards, Ye Su wore a piece of wolf, hanging vegetable leaves, and all the stinky egg syrup in the hair. The ten more believers were even more The clubs were beaten badly, their heads were bleeding, and they were able to be released from the Taoist temple after earnestly asking for help.

In Taoist temple, only Ye Su is left.

He looked at these angry people, with no resentment or disappointment in his eyes, nor the compassion common to Buddhist monks, a calm expression, and even a smile.

His reaction made the people more angry, and some men raised their sticks and smashed them.

There are a lot of people outside the Taoist temple, and the black is crushed. Listening to the noise in the wall, those people who have nowhere to vent their anger can no longer bear it, desperately squeezing into the door.

The Taoist temple is really small, and it can only accommodate dozens of people at most. However, in a moment, hundreds of people squeezed in. The scene became extremely chaotic for a time, and many people were squeezed to the ground, unable to stand up at all. Everywhere was trampled, and the sound of broken bones and screams rang out from time to time in the crowd.

Ye Su had been beaten with blood, but he always stood on the spot and did not evade. Until then, he finally bent down and squatted to the ground.

The first few men ignored the crowding around and the screams, separated the crowd by brute force, and continued to hit him with a stick.

The dull sounds and the sounds of broken bones one after another.

I don't know how long it took before the crowd finally calmed down, only to find that there was such chaos in the field, many people were seriously injured, and quickly helped the injured out to seek medical treatment.

A tragic voice suddenly sounded outside Taoist temple: "My child! My child! Where is my child? Who of you see two boys in my family?"

A plainly dressed woman, crying and rushing into Taoist temple, looking around among the injured people on the ground. The people who came to the scene today are all neighborhoods, they all know each other, and quickly stepped forward to help.

There was blood everywhere on the ground, and for a while, the woman was pale, crying out of breath, sitting on the ground with her buttocks, and could no longer crawl.

The people in Taoism looked at each other, thinking that the chaos was so serious that even the strong men were trampled to serious injuries. Could the two children be trampled to death?

I thought so, but no one dared to say in the face of the woman. For a time, the field became extremely quiet. Someone thought angrily. If it was not that person, how could everyone come to Taoist temple?

"It's all your sin! You culprit!"

An old man walked up to Ye Su, trembling with anger, lifted the cane in his hand and smashed him down, only to hear a muffled sound, Ye Su vomited blood on the ground.

The old man was not relieved yet, and was about to hit another stick. Some young men also followed with sticks, thinking that today this blasphemous Taoist must be killed alive.

But at the next moment, everyone stopped their movements, the crutches and sticks in their hands, there was no way to smash them, because they saw a scene.

Ye Su let go of his hands and sat weakly on the ground.

There are two children in his arms.

The two children were pale, and they did n’t know exactly what was happening. They looked at the neighborhood and the uncles with their sticks around them. When they looked again, they found that they and Ye Su were so close. He got up, subconsciously picked up the brick in his hand and smashed him.

Blood flowed across Ye Su's face and was hit by a brick, but it was just another wound.

He looked at the two children and asked with a smile: "Are you all right?"

The child does not know how to answer, and no one in Taoist Temple knows how to answer, quiet.

The old man's expression was a little puzzled, and the walking stick in his hand fell slowly.

Who is this person?

A moment later, he woke up and stretched out his hands to pat the two children's heads twice, training: "Anything to be confused! Anyone can beat?"

The woman rushed over, put the two children in her arms, and thanked Ye Sulian.

The old man looked at the young men behind him and scolded, "What do you stun? Do not hurry and ask the doctor!"

The men were a little flustered and asked, "Uncle, the doctor is outside."

The old man shouted, "Please come in and show this gentleman."

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This is Ye Su's life today.

In fact, what he does is very similar to what Junmo did in the underground field. They all want to let the people know more things. For example, what is in the wilderness above the cliff, for example, nothing in the Xiling Temple, for example, we can do this, for example, we do n’t actually need to do anything.

Faith is the last hope of unfortunate people ~ www.readwn.com ~ But faith cannot be the source of misfortune, nor can it be the reason for explaining misfortune. True faith should make people brave to change their misfortune.

So first, people should learn to believe in themselves.

Ye Su and Jun Mo, two people who were once equally proud and infinitely glorious, parted ways before the Qing Gorge, but eventually went on the same road, which is worth applauding.

But for Buddhism and Taoism, this is certainly not a good thing. If humans choose to believe in themselves, then the power of Buddha and Haotian will naturally become weak.

In front of the Yaping Stone House in the Xiling Temple, there is a wheelchair.

Seeing the Lord sitting in a wheelchair, he seemed to be afraid of the wind and cold on the cliff. He had some difficulty wrapping the blanket on his body and said, "When Haotian returns to the Kingdom of God, let's kill them."

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(Something to eat, later in the next chapter.)