In the Pure Land Zen Temple, there is still a scattered incense and people come. The 108-meter-high Glazed Relic Tower is incense and night. From dozens of miles away from the pagoda, believers crawled on the ground and bowed one by one. The chanting of scriptures in the large and small meditation rooms is like the sea, and the solemn scene of the solemn Pure Land. The storm that happened in Jingzhou a few days ago seemed to have not affected any of them.

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

At night, fewer people in the Zen temple gradually came. Taking advantage of this, a group of special guests came directly outside the quiet room of the presidency of the monk Huiguang without being guided by the monk.

There were five people in this line, and the leader was a middle-aged man in brocade. The man was not tall in size. He naturally brought out the majesty of orders and prohibitions during his actions, showing his extraordinary identity, but his eyebrows and eyes revealed a lot of anxiety and haggard expressions. The other three people with the same uniform clothes were all introverted divine light, dragon walking and tiger walking, and high temples. At a glance, you could tell that he was a master with extraordinary cultivation, but his expression was solemn and severe, and he followed closely behind the middle-aged man in brocade. The last person was the tallest of them, who was sandwiched in his arms. This was a fat man who looked a little embarrassed. Although his eyes were wide open, his body was stiff and motionless, and he seemed to be blocked by the acupoints.

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

The middle-aged man in Jinyi, who was in charge, was not surprised or polite, and stepped in directly.

"Abbot Huiguang. You should know why I came." The middle-aged man in brocade looked at Abbot Huiguang with a bad expression. The three big men behind him also followed the fat man and walked into the Zen room, standing behind the man in brocade, staring at Abbot Huiguang with some keen eyes.

If anyone else saw this scene, he would definitely suspect that the people who were aggressive and who seemed to be unkind were crazy. This is in the Pure Land Zen Temple, the Ten-Strait Glazed Pure World Relic Tower is not far away. The faint but ubiquitous man, no matter how tall a man is, no matter how fierce a man is, he will be like an ant in the Buddha's light, but these people are still aggressive and unceremoniously looking at Abbot Huiguang without hesitation. There is a big disagreement that makes him look good.

However, Abbot Huiguang knew that these people were not crazy. The middle-aged man in Jinyi, led by the leader, was indeed a few people in the world who dared to get angry in this Pure Land Zen Temple and had reasons to get angry. Facing the man's rather unkind eyes, he just sighed and said, "Mr. Nangong, if you want to give an explanation for the Jingzhou matter, I really have nothing to say. Because you won't listen to my explanation or believe me."

The middle-aged man in Jinyi led a team of shadow guards in Jingzhou to pursue the traces of the Snake Taoist. In the end, Nangong Wuji suffered a great loss. This time, his trip to Jingzhou not only failed to achieve his previous goal, but his elite troops were also lost, and even his entire creation of fortune was lost. Now he was staring at Abbot Huiguang with a very majestic gaze as if he was about to crush Abbot Huiguang to pieces.

But Abbot Huiguang's gaze was not unnatural at all. He answered a sentence casually and perfunctorily and stopped talking.

After a while, Nangong Wuji finally withdrew his eyes and took a deep breath. He said, "Okay, since Abbot Huiguang has his own measures. Then I don't have to say much. I just hope that your failure will not hinder your future plans. But there is another thing in front of me that you need help, and you must also help."

"Please tell me, Lord Nangong." Abbot Huiguang nodded.

Nangong Wuji turned around and pointed to the fat man who was caught in his hand by a strong man behind him and could not move, saying, "Brother She used a secret method to cut off all his memories and refined it into a ghost mantra spirit. The ghost mantra spirit not only included countless knowledge and wisdom, but might be of great help to our future plans, but also included the emotions of the first half of his life. He was originally a stunning genius, but he became confused and wasted time, because of the lack of those memories... Later, the ghost mantra spirit was swallowed by the earth spirit master, and the earth spirit master was put into the relic tower and suppressed. He also asked the master to use the relic tower to take out the memory and return it to him."

After a pause, looking at the way Abbot Huiguang was about to open his mouth just now, Nangong Wuji added: "I know that although this matter sounds incredible, it will definitely be possible with the ability of the Relic Tower. If the master still wants to shirk it, then there is no need to. This is not to use the Relic Tower with all his strength like Master Huiguang. At most, it will only slightly damage your cultivation level of Master Abbot. I will definitely compensate you later."

"That's right. The Relic Tower borrows the power of the Buddha to create and evolve all things in the void. This is indeed possible..." Abbot Huiguang nodded slightly, but he looked at the fat man who was restrained by the strong man and said, "But I think this donor doesn't seem to be willing to do this, so why should Lord Nangong force himself to do it?"

The one who was caught in the hands of the strong man was Luo Yuanyun. Although he could not move or speak at this time, from his blood-shot eyes and his twisted expression, no one could tell that he was unwilling to do so.

Nangong Wuji glanced at Luo Yuanyun, sighed slightly, turned to Abbot Huiguang and said, "This brother She has experienced great changes and is very resistant to the previous memories, but that is just a temporary obstacle in his heart. As long as those memories are returned to him, everything will be fine."

"Demon barrier..." Zen Master Huiguang nodded slowly. "That is indeed a demon barrier. If it weren't a demon barrier, how could he have the heart to practice the most evil and evil Taoist Dharma of Mitian Ghost Mantra? Since this donor She has cut off the demon barrier in his heart, the demon barrier in his heart has been suppressed in the relic tower, and this is the donor's karma. Why does Lord Nangong need to reintroduce this demon obstacle to this donor for his own selfishness? Or... Nangong Donor, have you not woken up from your own demon obstacles?"

The last sentence was like a morning bell. Although the sound was not loud, it echoed in this quiet room with shock that seemed to penetrate the heart and cleanse the soul. Luo Yuanquan's ferocious expression was completely relaxed because of his hard work, and the three big men's eyes that had been concise and powerful were slightly sluggish.

Only Nangong Wuji seemed to be unaffected at all, and even the anger and momentum in his expression and voice were even more vigorous: "It's time now. Do the master still use those nonsense to coax people to perfunctorily treat me? I said this matter was extremely important, and the master said that if you want to help me, it's better not to help me."

Abbot Huiguang sighed lightly, shook his head, but did not speak.

The anger in Nangong Wuji's eyes suddenly reached its peak, and then he quickly condensed with his expression. After a while, he spoke. All his anger turned into a gloomy chill in his voice: "Over the years we have helped the Pure Land Zen Temple openly and secretly, did the master not see it or did he take it for granted? This just requires the master to slightly lose the magic power of the sarita tower. He is as reckless as the monk Huiguang in Jingzhou. He can also take his own life. It is important to know that the importance of this argument is not necessarily under your Buddhist plan... Does the master really think I can't do anything to you? What the Shadow Shirt Guard can give you can naturally take it back and give it to others."

Abbot Huiguang finally stood up and walked out the door. He said, "It seems that although Senior Brother Huiguang removed the demonic obstacles in Lord Nangong's martial arts, the demonic obstacles in Lord Nangong's heart are still the same. I am not able to understand Lord Nangong's cultivation. I am still unable to explain it to Lord Nangong. I am still the only one who can tell Lord Nangong to come."

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

This is an old man who is in his sixties, wearing an ordinary Confucian robe and a clean and handsome face. His expression is calm and a little lazy, like a private school teacher who is full of poetry and books and likes to complain in his spare time. However, unlike the ordinary Confucian scholars and the old man of the same year, he has a pale face and no beard on his chin, and there seems to be a little feminine in his appearance.

"Brother!" Nangong Wuji exclaimed in surprise.

Abbot Huiguang moved aside and the old man walked in. Nangong Wuji was stunned and looked a little helpless. The three big men stood behind him, browsing and cold eyes like puppet sculptures, and they were shocked all over and bowed to the old man respectfully.

Even the shadow guard elite who guarded the emperor had no identity in front of this old man. Although the old man had already retired from the temple and was just a villain in terms of identity, even when he saw this old man today, he did not dare to ask him to salute him. Instead, he could only call him Mr. Wuji politely. Because this old man is the contemporary head of the Nangong family, the emperor's teacher, who once pulled the world of the Daqian Dynasty back from the verge of collapse and chaos, and the national sage, the unparalleled Nangong Wuji.

Few people can respect him and praise him like Nangong Wuji, except for the people in the Demon Sect whose fundamental concept is very different from that of the world. Whether in the martial arts world or temple, Confucianism or Buddhism, or even some vicious underworld people, respect him and praise him because his actions are indeed affordable. The title of Wushuang in the martial arts world is not casually said by people in the martial arts world, but by the emperor's imperial gift after being agreed upon by all the great scholars of Bailu Academy, and everyone in the world is convinced.

In fact, when Nangong Wuji was young, when he was only named Nangong Ji, no one could have imagined that he would have come this far and become such a person. Although he was also famous for his talent and outstanding swordsmanship, he was like most children of aristocratic families who were unrestrained and unrestrained. From time to time, some incredible scandals broke out to become the leader of the scattered men. Even his teaching teacher was so angry that he raised his sword to chase him because of his absurd behavior. Bailu Academy would still

He opened the wall and even declared that no matter how much money the Nangong family paid, he would not let him go and step into the academy again. For a child of a Confucian family who had inherited from the previous dynasty, this was an incomparable shame and humiliation. At that time, someone said that the Nangong family would definitely be defeated by this boy. At that time, the Nangong family had indeed had a declining appearance, the family business was in decline, the talents were withered, and the power in the court had been greatly weakened, and almost everyone was waiting to see the good show of the prodigal son.

But when the emperor passed away and even the prince died inexplicably before ascending the throne, the remaining three princes fought openly and secretly for the throne, and Xidi took the opportunity to invade the south, and the world was about to be broken or even turned upside down, this prodigal son who was looking down on everyone came out. He first followed the ancestor of Zhenwu Sect, Taoist Xuan Xuanzi, and a group of righteous men in the martial arts world, and attacked the Xidi army at night. After fighting hard, he directly led several leaders and All the shamans killed them. They created a good opportunity for the frontal storm of the border army and forced the strongest army of Xidi back to the depths of the grassland. Then he entered Beijing alone, relying on his old friendship with the second prince. During the private meeting, he suddenly took action to restrain the second prince, kidnapped the second prince to pay homage to the third prince, and then sat with the third prince for a whole two days and two nights, persuaded the third prince to give up the dispute over the throne, and gave up the throne to the weakest but most kind The steady fifth prince. Then, in order to prevent the second prince who was unwilling to retaliate and the demon sect who was vaguely showing his traces to take advantage of the waters, he resolutely waved his sword and castrated himself, protecting the fifth prince and his relatives in close proximity until he ascended the throne and became emperor. Then he reorganized the shadow guard. He personally led his subordinates to go around and fight with all the major forces that did not give up at the time, and extinguished and suppressed the demon sect that was revived. Finally, he was walking on thin ice and was about to fuck him. The world was slowly maintained. Then when the former emperor passed away, the palace was in chaos due to the throne-fight, he chose the son of the day, maintaining the stability of the palace and the court, and finally did not make the world chaotic again. Otherwise, the Western Di entered the Central Plains ten years later. The Dagan Dynasty, which had greatly damaged its vitality, might not have the power to expel it. The beacon smoke was not only in the three states of the Central Plains, but the whole world would not be like this now.

When the court was gradually calm and his achievements reached its peak, he retired again, resigned from all the positions in the court and returned to his hometown, and returned to the Nangong family's old house in Yuzhou to enjoy their old age. He did not care about the world and even had very few visitors. In the eyes of many people, it seemed that they disappeared from this world at once. This made the few people who had complaints about his high position and power were speechless again.

At this point, no one could criticize Nangong Wuji anymore. Even the Bailu Academy, which drove him out of the wall in his early years, was given the title of Unparalleled National Sage. The Confucian Sect, which was extremely declining for a moment, seemed to have shone again because of the existence of this person.

"It's rude to disturb the abbot's practice for many times." Nangong Wuji bowed to Abbot Huiguang. His voice was honest, and although he was a little feminine due to his physical disability, it did not give people a feeling of awkwardness, but it would make people feel very pleasant.

"I dare not. But I am incompetent and have to work harder." Abbot Huiguang bowed and returned the favor. "Then I will take my leave."

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

The three masters of shadow guards who were definitely loyal to Nangong Wuji were hesitant for a moment, then turned around and walked out.

Nangong Wuji was not displeased at all when he saw this. He didn't even dare to think about this. Now he felt guilty and uneasy.

"Wait." Nangong Wuji pointed to Luo Yuanyun, who was sandwiched in his arms by one of the strong men. "Leave him behind."

The strong man put Luo Yuanyun on the ground and quickly withdrew. Nangong Wuji walked forward and pointed it gently, and all the restrictions on Luo Yuanyun disappeared. He quickly stood up and looked at the old man in front of him with gratitude and a little cautious look. He did not know this old man. Although Nangong Wuji's reputation and deeds had already spread all over the world, they had retired in the upper-level circles. Those stories were too far away for the third leader of the Wanhu Gang. Although Luo Yuanyun was not stupid, it was difficult for Nangong Wuji to hang this seemingly ordinary old man with such a legendary name just by saying "Big Brother".

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

"In... Luo Yuanqiu, the third leader of the Wanhu Gang, was in the low-level position." Luo Yuanqiu bowed and replied.

"Oh. But they said that your surname is She, and said that you were once a very smart genius. You just lost your memory and became like this. Now there is a chance that you can regain your past memories, so are you willing?"

"I don't want to!" Luo Yuanquan immediately gave a firm answer.

"Oh? Why?"

If someone else asked such a question, Luo Yuanquan would have some concerns. He would consider the identity and intention of the person who asked the question, and then answered according to certain needs. However, the old man in front of him gave him a kind of peace, peace, and a very sincere feeling. This was also the only peace and affection 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. The expression on his face changed for a while, and after he murmured to himself: "Let him go over the past... I would rather I be just Luo Yuanquan, the third leader of the Wanhu Gang. "

"Well..." Nangong Wuji nodded with a smile. "Then what are your plans in the future?"

"I...I..." This time, Luo Yuanquan stopped asking. He had never thought about his future plans these days, or he had never thought that he would have a "future". The subsequent surprises could not help but appear, and the expression on his fat face changed in an extremely complicated way again.

Nangong Wuji didn't say anything, but just looked at Luo Yuanyun with a smile and waited quietly. After a long time, Luo Yuanyun sighed: "I...I don't know what plans are..." He glanced at Nangong Wuji, then looked at the old man in front of him, and asked: "What plans are I going to do?"

"You can do whatever you want, I promise no one will get in the way of you." The old man in front of him answered calmly and kindly.

"Brother!" Nangong Wuji, who was standing beside him, screamed in anger.

Nangong Wuji just waved his hand slightly, and didn't even look at him. Nangong Wuji never made any more noise.

However, after staying for a while, Luo Yuanquan shook his head in frustration: "I don't know either... I don't know where I can go and what to do in the future..."

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

"Home?" Luo Yuanquan was stunned. "My home..."

"I mean your former home." Nangong Wuji said lightly. "Since you have nowhere to go and don't want to worry about your previous grudges and revenge, why not just go back to your previous home?"

"Where is my former home?..." A hint of desire flashed in Luo Yuanyun's eyes.

"Kunlun."

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