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    In the Pure Land Zen Temple, there is still a lot of incense and people coming and going.  The 108-foot-tall glazed stupa is filled with incense day and night. From dozens of miles away where the stupa can be seen, believers are prostrate and prostrate themselves step by step. The sound of chanting in the large and small meditation rooms is as continuous as the sea.  , a solemn scene of a solemn pure land.  It seems that the storm that happened in Jingzhou a few days ago did not affect this place at all.

    Of course, this is only what ordinary people can see.

    As night fell, the number of people in the monastery gradually dwindled. At this time, a group of special guests came directly to the quiet room of Abbot Huiguang without being guided by the monk Zhike.

    There were five people in this group, headed by a middle-aged man in brocade clothes. This man was not tall, and he naturally showed a majestic air of command and prohibition in his actions and actions, indicating his extraordinary status. However, there was a lot of anxiety and haggardness between his eyebrows.  .  The other three people in the same color are all strong men with restrained divine light, walking like a dragon and a tiger, and with bulging temples. It is obvious at a glance that they are masters with extraordinary cultivation. However, they have solemn and serious expressions and are following closely behind the middle-aged man in Jinyi.  .  The last person was caught in the arms of the tallest among them. This was a fat man who looked a little embarrassed. Although his eyes were wide open, his body was stiff and motionless. It seemed that his acupuncture points were restrained.

    As soon as this group of people walked out of the door, the door of the quiet room opened automatically. Zen Master Huiguang, who was sitting inside, opened his eyes, looked at the group of five people outside and said lightly: "Everyone, please come in."

    The middle-aged man in Jinyi, who was headed by him, walked directly in without being surprised or polite.

    "Abbot Huiguang. You should know why I'm here." The middle-aged man in brocade looked at Abbot Huiguang with a somewhat unkind expression.  The three big men behind also followed the fat man into the Zen room, standing behind the man in brocade clothes and looking at Abbot Huiguang with some eagerness.

    If anyone else sees this scene.  You will definitely suspect that these aggressive and evil-minded people are crazy.  This is inside the Pure Land Zen Monastery. The Ten Directions Glazed Pure World Relic Pagoda is not far away. Under the faint but seemingly ubiquitous Buddha's light, no matter how tall or powerful the person is, any evil thought can  , are just like ants in the Buddha's light, yet these people actually faced Abbot Huiguang unceremoniously.  It means that if you disagree with me, you will make him look good.

    However, Abbot Huiguang knew that these people were certainly not crazy. The middle-aged man in brocade clothes who led them was indeed one of the few people in the world who dared to get angry in this Pure Land Zen Temple, and who had reasons to get angry.  Facing the man's rather unkind eyes, he just sighed and said: "Master Nangong, if you want an explanation for what happened in Jingzhou, the poor monk really has nothing to say. Because you don't know how to explain the poor monk.  To listen. Nor to believe."

    It was just a few days ago that the middle-aged man in Jinyi led a team of shadow guards in Jingzhou to pursue the traces of Taoist Snake.  Nangong Wuji suffered a big loss in the end.  This trip to Jingzhou not only failed to achieve the previous goal, but also lost a lot of elite men, and even lost his heavenly creation skills. Now he is looking at Abbot Hui Guang, his extremely majestic eyes seem to want to turn Hui Guang away.  It was as if the abbot was crushed to pieces.

    But Abbot Huiguang¡¯s gaze was not unnatural in the slightest. He gave a seemingly casual and perfunctory answer and then stopped talking.

    After a long while, Nangong Wuji finally looked away and took a deep breath.  Said: "Okay, since Abbot Huiguang has his own measure, I can't say much. I just hope that your failure this time will not hinder your future plans. But there is still one thing at hand that requires your help, and you also  Must help.¡±

    "Master Nangong, please speak." Abbot Huiguang nodded.

    Nangong Wuji turned around and pointed at the fat man behind him who was held in the hands of the strong man and could not move, and said: "In order to practice the Ghost Heart Curse, Brother She used a secret method to split all his memories and sacrificed it to create a Ghost Heart Curse Spirit.  That ghost heart curse not only contains countless knowledge and wisdom, which may be very helpful for our future plans, but also contains the emotions of Brother She in the first half of his life. He was originally an amazing genius, but he became  I had to waste my time in confusion, that is, because I lost those memories Later, the ghost heart curse spirit was swallowed up by the earth spirit master, and the earth spirit master was put into the stupa to suppress it, and he also invited the master  Use the stupa to take out that memory and return it to him."

    After a pause, looking at the way Abbot Huiguang was about to open his mouth, Nangong Wuji added: "I know that although this matter sounds incredible, it can definitely be done with the power of the stupa. If Master still wants to make excuses,  That's not necessary. This is not like using the stupa with all your strength like Master Huiguang. At most, it will only slightly damage your cultivation, Master Abbot. I will definitely make up for it afterwards."

    "That's right. The stupa borrows the power of Buddha to create and evolve all dharma in the void. This can indeed be done" Abbot Huiguang nodded slightly, butHe looked at the fat man who was being restrained by the strong man, and said, "But it seems that the benefactor, Lao Na, is not willing to do this. Why does Mr. Nangong have to force others to do something difficult?"

    The one caught in the hands of the strong man was naturally Luo Yuanyuan, the leader of Luo San.  Although he could not move or speak at this time, anyone could tell from his bloodshot eyes and twisted expression that he was unwilling.

    Nangong Wuji glanced at Luo Yuanhuan, sighed slightly, turned to Abbot Huiguang and said: "Brother She has gone through great changes and is very resistant to the previous memories, but that is just a temporary demonic obstacle in his heart. As long as those things are removed,  Everything will be fine once the memory is returned to him.¡±

    "Demon barrier" Zen Master Huiguang nodded slowly.  "That is indeed a demonic obstacle. If it were not a demonic obstacle, why would he have the intention to practice the extremely evil Taoist method of the Ghost Heart Curse? Since this donor She has cut off the demonic obstacle in his heart, the demonic obstacle in his heart has been suppressed in the stupa.  , this is the donor's karma that has gone away. Why does Mr. Nangong need to put this demonic karma back on this donor for his own selfishness? Or Donor Nangong, haven't you already done this?  Have you awakened from your own demonic barrier?"

    This last sentence is like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, although the sound is not loud.  But it echoed endlessly in this quiet room with a vibration that seemed to penetrate the heart and cleanse the soul.  Luo Yuanhuan's ferocious expression completely relaxed due to his hard struggle, and the eyes of the three big men who had been concentrating and powerful also froze slightly.

    Only Nangong Wuji seemed not to be affected at all, and the anger and momentum in his expression and voice only became more intense: "The time has come. Master, do you still want to use those coaxing nonsense to deal with me? I said this.  It¡¯s extremely important, so the master said whether you want to help me or not.¡±

    Abbot Huiguang sighed lightly, shook his head, but said nothing.

    The anger in Nangong Wuji's eyes suddenly reached its peak, and then quickly condensed along with his expression. After a long moment of silence, he spoke.  All the previous anger turned into a gloomy chill in his voice: "Over the years, we have helped the Pure Land Zen Temple overtly and covertly. Master, has he not seen it or does he think it is natural? This just requires the master to slightly deplete the mana of the stupa.  Monk Huiguang in Jingzhou acted so wantonly and risked his own life. Please note that the importance of my matter is not necessarily in your Buddhist planDoes Master really think that I can do nothing to you?  What the Shadow Shirt Guards can give to you, you can naturally take back and give to others."

    Abbot Huiguang finally stood up and walked towards the door.  While saying: "It seems that although Senior Brother Huiguang has removed the demonic obstacles in Master Nangong's skills, the demonic obstacles in Mr. Nangong's heart are still the same. Lao Ning's cultivation of Buddhism is insufficient and it is difficult to solve it for Mr. Nangong. The only way to persuade Mr. Nangong is to persuade him.  People are coming."

    Abbot Huiguang opened the door and stepped out.  Nangong Wuji was about to scold him, but when he saw another person standing outside the door, his eyes immediately froze and he was speechless.

    This is an old man in his sixties, wearing an ordinary Confucian robe, with a pale face.  His demeanor is calm and a little lazy, like a private school teacher who is full of poetry and likes to complain in his spare time.  However, what is different from ordinary Confucian scholars and old men of the same age is that his face is white and beardless, and there is not even a single beard on his chin. There seems to be a bit of femininity in his appearance.

    ¡°Brother!¡± Nangong Wuji exclaimed.

    Abbot Huiguang stepped aside and the old man stepped in.  Nangong Wuji was stunned and seemed a little at a loss. The three big men standing behind him, who had always frowned and looked coldly like puppet sculptures, were also shocked. They bowed to the old man respectfully.

    Even the elite Shadow Guards who protect the emperor have no status at all in front of this old man. Although the old man has long since retired from the temple and is just a commoner in terms of status, even if the emperor met this old man that day,  She didn't dare to ask him to salute, so she could only call him Mr. Wuji politely.  Because this old man is the current head of the Nangong family, the emperor's master, the Jade Pillar who once pulled the world of the Great Qian Dynasty back from the brink of collapse, and the unparalleled national scholar Nangong Wuji.

    There are very few people who can be like Nangong Wuji. Except for those in the demon sect whose fundamental concepts are completely different from those of the world, no matter in the martial arts world or in the temple, Confucianism, Buddhism or Taoism, or even some extremely vicious underworld people, they all treat him.  He was respected and praised because what he did was truly worthy of it.  The title "National Scholar Unparalleled" was not something people in the world said casually, but was given by the emperor after all the great scholars at White Deer Academy agreed upon it, and everyone in the world was dissatisfied.

    In fact, when Nangong Wuji was young, when he was just called Nangongji, no one could have imagined that he would reach this point and become such a person.  At that time, although he was well-known for his talent and swordsmanship, he was like most of the children of aristocratic families.He was unruly, and from time to time he broke out some unbelievable scandals to become a leader among the libertines. Even his tutor was so angry with his ridiculous behavior that he chased him with a sword, and White Deer Academy even kicked him out of the gate.  , and even stated that no matter how much money the Nangong family offered, they would never let him enter the academy again.  For a child of a Confucian family inherited from the previous dynasty, this was an unparalleled shame and humiliation. At that time, some people said that the Nangong family would definitely be defeated at the hands of this kid.  At that time, the Nangong family was indeed in decline. The family business was in exile and the talents were withering. The power in the court had been greatly weakened. Almost everyone was waiting to see the good show of this prodigal son.

    But when the emperor died, even the prince died inexplicably before ascending the throne, the remaining three princes fought openly and secretly for the throne, Xidi took the opportunity to invade south, and the whole world was about to be torn apart or even turned upside down, this person was looked down upon by everyone.  The prodigal son came out.  He first followed Taoist Xuanxuanzi, the founder of the Zhenwu Sect, and a group of Jianghu righteous men to sneak attack on the Xidi army at night. After a bloody battle, he directly killed several leaders and shamans.  This created a good opportunity for Daqian's frontier troops to charge head-on, forcing Xidi's strongest army back to the depths of the grassland.  Then he went to Beijing alone, relying on his old friendship with the second prince.  During the private meeting, he suddenly stopped the second prince, kidnapped the second prince and went to see the third prince. Then he sat and talked with the third prince for two days and two nights, convincing the third prince to give up the fight for the throne and give up the throne to the most important one.  The fifth prince is weak but the most kind and steady.  Then, in order to guard against the unwilling second prince's counterattack and the demon sect that was showing signs of trying to fish in troubled waters, he resolutely swung his sword from the palace and personally protected the fifth prince and his relatives until he ascended the throne and became emperor.  Then he reorganized the Shadow Guards.  He personally led his men to move around among the major forces that had not completely given up at the time, exerting kindness and power at the same time, annihilating and suppressing the demon sect that was threatening to resurrect, and finally slowly maintained the Daqian world while walking on thin ice.  And then waited until the late emperor died.  When the palace fell into chaos again due to the heirloom, he single-handedly selected the emperor of the day, maintained the stability in the palace and the court, and finally prevented the world from falling into chaos again.  Otherwise, Xidi would enter the Central Plains ten years later.  The Daqian Dynasty, whose vitality has been greatly damaged, may no longer have the strength to drive it out.  The war is by no means limited to the three states of the Central Plains. The entire world will not be what it is today.

    But when the court gradually became peaceful and his achievements reached their peak, he retreated bravely, resigned from all positions in the court and returned to his hometown, and returned to the Nangong family's old house in Yuzhou to enjoy his old age.  Asking about world affairs, even receiving guests is very rare.  In the eyes of many people, it seems as if he has disappeared from this world.  This silenced the few who complained about his high position and power.

    At this point, no one can criticize Nangong Wuji anymore.  Even the White Deer Academy, which had expelled him from the door in the early years, also gave him the title of Unparalleled Scholar. The Confucianism School, which had been in decline for a while, seemed to shine again because of this man's existence.

    ¡°It¡¯s rude to bother Abbot Qingxiu so many times.¡± Nangong Wuji bowed his hand to Abbot Huiguang.  His voice is pure and honest. Although it is a little feminine due to his physical disability, it does not feel awkward at all. On the contrary, it makes people feel very pleasant to the ears.

    "I don't dare. But I am incompetent and have to work hard for my father-in-law." Abbot Huiguang clasped his hands and bowed in return.  "Then I resigned."

    After Abbot Huiguang left, Nangong Wuji glanced at the three strong men behind Nangong Wuji and waved his hand: "You all should step aside too."

    The three shadow-shirted masters, who were supposed to be obedient and absolutely loyal to Nangong Wuji, only hesitated for a moment before turning around and walking out.

    Nangong Wuji didn¡¯t feel displeased at all when he saw this. He didn¡¯t even dare to think about it. Now he was filled with guilt and uneasiness.

    "Wait a minute." Nangong Wuji pointed at Luo Yuanyuan, who was held in the arms of one of the strong men.  "Keep him here."

    The strong man put Luo Yuan Yuan on the ground and quickly exited. Nangong Wuji stepped forward and gave Luo Yuan Yuan a gentle tap, and all the restrictions on Luo Yuan Yuan disappeared.  He quickly stood up and looked at the old man in front of him with gratitude and a little fear.  He didn't know this old man. Although Nangong Wuji's reputation and deeds had long been spread all over the world, they were mostly only among the upper-level circles and had long since retired. For the third leader of the Wanhu Gang, those stories were too far away. Luo  Although Huan Yuan is not stupid, it is difficult to associate this seemingly ordinary old man with such a legendary name just by Nangong Wuji's "Big Brother".

    "What do you call this little brother?" Nangong Wuji looked at Luo Yuanhuan and asked politely.

    "I am I am Luo Yuanhuan, the third leader of the Wanhu Gang." Luo Yuanhuan answered with his hands raised.

    "Oh. But they said your surname was She, and that you were once an extremely smart genius, but you only became like this after losing your memory. Now there is a chance for you to find yourself."Memories of the past, are you willing?  "

    "I don't want to!" Luo Yuanhuan immediately gave a decisive answer.

    "Oh why?"

    If someone else asked such a question, Luo Yuanhuan would definitely have some concerns, consider the identity and intention of the person asking the question, and then answer according to certain needs, but the old man in front of him gave him a sense of peace, tranquility, and  He felt very sincerely that this was the only peace and kindness he could feel these days. He sighed unconsciously. Everything that happened in the ruined small village a few days ago flashed through his mind again.  After the expression on his face changed extremely complicatedly for a while, he murmured as if to himself: "Let him let go of the past I would rather I was just Luo Yuanhuan, the third boss of the Wanhu Gang."  .¡±

    "Well" Nangong Wuji smiled and nodded.  "Then what are your plans in the future?"

    "II" This time, Luo Yuanyuan was stunned.  He hadn't thought about his future plans in the past few days, or he hadn't thought that he would actually have a 'future'.  The look of surprise that followed couldn't help but emerge again, and the expression on the fat face once again changed in an extremely complicated manner.

    Nangong Wuji didn¡¯t say anything, just looked at Luo Yuanhuan with a smile and waited quietly.  After a long while, Luo Yuanhuan let out a long sigh: "II don't know what I can do" He glanced at Nangong Wuji, then looked at the old man in front of him, and asked, "Can I have any plans?"  What¡¯s the plan?¡±

    "You can have whatever plans you have. I promise no one will hinder you." The old man in front of him replied calmly and kindly.

    ¡°Brother!¡± Nangong Wuji shouted anxiously on the side.

    Nangong Wuji just waved his hand slightly, without even looking at him, and Nangong Wuji said nothing again.

    However, after staying for a long time, Luo Yuanhuan still shook his head in frustration: "I don't know I don't know where else I can go or what I can do in the future"

    "How about going home?" Nangong Wuji said suddenly.

    "Home?" Luo Yuanhuan was startled.  "My home"

    ¡°I¡¯m talking about your previous home.¡± Nangong Wuji said lightly.  "Since you have nowhere to go, and you don't want to be concerned about your previous grudges, why not just go back to your previous home?"

    "My previous home? Where?" A glimmer of longing flashed in Luo Yuanhuan's eyes.

    "Kunlun."

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