Ning Yi's hands crunched in his sleeves and unconsciously clenched his fists. He came to Song Yiren and Zhusha and stood side by side with the two of them.

Don't dare to disturb.

The healing of the soul is a matter of precision.

In fact, he probably understood why Sun Ke wanted to ask Mr. Song Que to help.

When I first visualized the Sword Holder's Ancient Scroll in Shushan, Ye Lao Tied that he was carrying the soul lamp so that he could keep a little soul fire from extinguishing and travel a long distance in the Sword Holder's World.

With the powerful power of Nirvana, you will indeed have more confidence to protect your soul.

"Ning Yi."

Song Yiren lowered her voice, came to Ning Yi's side, and said, "What did my father say to you in the end?"

The sea of ​​thunder that the Fire Demon Lord has overcome with his tribulation is insurmountable to his naked eyes.

He stood on the top of the mountain and seemed to whisper when he saw his father and Ning Yi standing side by side.

Ning Yi briefly explained the matter of the North Frontier Conference and said, "This return, Mr. Song Que seems to have taken a great risk."

Slight pause.

"I'm worried that someone will use Lingshan to play with it." Ning Yi looked at Song Yiren meaningfully, "Although no one can shake the status of the great guest minister, it is easy to block the open gun and difficult to defend against the hidden arrows."

Song Yiren shrugged and said, "Ning Yi, do you know? My father is eager to get better and better than this dog-day dilapidated spirit mountain."

Ning Yi suddenly became silent.

Song Yiren had a expressionless face, "If it weren't for the sentient beings in Lingshan, he would still need a great guest like him. My father would have moved to Changbai Mountain long ago and went on a honeymoon with my mother to watch the snow scene. How could he care about this worldly bad thing?"

Too.

Ning Yi smiled.

He had long heard that before Mr. Song Que turned the fire, he was a scholar with a casual personality and no rules. After turning the fire, he became a saint and became a great Buddhist guest, so he would protect the peace of the creatures that were a hundred miles apart.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

The past century has changed Mr. Song Que’s temples, but it has not changed the true intention of this great guest official.

What lives in the lake of my heart is still the young scholar who holds the scroll and yearns for freedom.

We will continue our unique knowledge for the past sages and bring peace to our eternal generations.

...

...

Things that made Ning Yi worry didn't happen.

The healing of the Skylark went smoothly.

The first exploration of the Soul Palace is easy to lose its direction, but Mr. Song Que is in charge. When the Skylark's face turns pale and his mind is unstable, the guest raises his sleeves and presses his palms, like pulling a fishing bait line, pulling the young man in blue-shirt out of the Soul Palace and returning to reality.

The skylark was gasping for breath.

Pei Lingsu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, exhaling a breath of turbid air in the same way as her movements, as if a puppet was removed from its silk thread, lowered her head, and opened her eyes with a list of frost visible to the naked eye.

The condition of the skylark was even worse. The boy's sleeves and five fingers touched Pei Lingsu's back, and the ice slag actually grew, hanging all over, falling down.

But his eyes were hot, and he tried hard to control the weak voice, and said to Ning Yi happily: "Mr. Ning, a good news... I should be able to cure this 'terminal illness'."

"Practice the Soul Palace and clear the thoughts of killing."

The skylark tried hard to calm his breath and said, "It's just that the level of the soul is not enough. Every time I step into the soul palace, I need to rest for a while... I will clean up every seven days and slowly so that Miss Pei can be safe."

Good news!

Song Yiren and Zhusha looked at each other and saw the "relief" in each other's eyes.

Pei Lingsu also smiled. She looked at Ning Yi with a soft look. "Ning Yi, the second half of this year is the most grand festival in Lingshan, the Ullambana Festival." Song Yiren patted his shoulder and said, "This year, there will be clouds and mists on the bright mirror platform of Lingshan, and the sunset is shining, facing the mountain where the master was in seclusion for a long time. The master once made a prophecy that in the year when the Zen law dispute was decided, the Ullambana Festival... He will wake up from his seclusion and send a gift to the Buddhist sons in Lingshan."

What Ning Yi was most worried about was that the girl's injuries worsened.

It is not false that new words can bring health benefits.

But if there is a problem with the girl's divine sea, he doesn't know what to do... Fortunately, he is lucky.

Traveling east to the desert, he found the descendant of Master Jie Chen.

The little monk Yunqiu never lies. He can not only stabilize Pei Yatou's soul, but also try to heal.

Ning Yi held the girl and bowed to the sky tart.

The little monk smiled foolishly and bowed, saying, "What is Mr. Ning doing?"

Ning Yi said sincerely: "I want to follow a few people to enter Lingshan to heal the girl. It would be better if I could meet Master Xuyun in the 'Ullan Bon Festival'."

The sky tart made a lot of gains in Pei Lingsu's soul palace. At this moment, he was very relaxed and felt tired and tired all over. It was entirely from the perspective of Ning Yi's consideration. He said in a naive way: "Mr. Ning, if the master comes forward, Miss Pei's illness will definitely be cured! I also want to see the master's soul methods and the optimal solution to cure this kind of divine wound."

Song Que nodded, "It's natural that there is no problem entering Lingshan. You are bathing in the Buddhist Dharma Assembly, fighting against the Demon Lord, killing the wind disaster, and fighting the Fire Demon. This is such a merit. Lingshan owes you a huge favor. But if you want to meet Master Xuyun, this matter is not counted... Master Xuyun only meets someone with a destiny."

The letter from the Lord of Zishan Mountain has been properly preserved in the cave heaven by Ning Yi.

He smiled and said, "Thank you, the guest, for reminding me... Ning knew it."

Song Que's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately understood what Ning Yi meant. He smiled and said, "Senior Chu Xiao from Zishan was old friends with Master Xuyun. I understand... With your status, you are indeed qualified to meet Xuyun."

Ning Yi closed his hands respectfully and bowed, "I will take care of you all these days."

"I still owe you something..." Song Que shook his head, "For the matter of the Southern Xinjiang Law Enforcement Department, thank you for helping Jinglian."

Ning Yi was stunned.

Not only Ning Yi, but Song Yiren and Zhusha were also stunned.

A big man with a high status, Song Que, put Buddhist beads on both hands and wrists, then folded his hands and bowed slightly, and said, "I will thank you for your 'little mother formation' for Jinglian."

Song Yiren murmured with a complicated expression: "Dad..."

Zhusha girl was mixed with feelings and didn’t know what to say.

When Song Que fled the Southern Xinjiang Law Enforcement Department in an extremely rebellious way, he was furious after hearing this, and directly captured the two of them, threw them into the secluded prison in Changbai Mountain, and suffered a lot. Such a rebellious thing was equivalent to beating the face of the Great Sui royal family.

The relationship between Lingshan and the royal family is already stiff.

After the prince ascended the throne, he was looking for the bad intentions of Lingshan... The previous "prison escape" incident may have been the fuse.

Song Yiren has hardly spoken to Song Que in recent years, and the relationship between father and son has almost fallen to freezing point.

He was very unable to understand Song Que’s approach.

In his opinion, nothing is more important than "personal pursuit".

He has his life.

He doesn't want to be a victim of Lingshan.

And Song Que... Song Que's life looks carefree and envied by thousands of people, but not many people can see their father's depression and unsuccessfulness because of the fire, and they are bound to the position of "Great Guest Master" and cannot step out.

Song Que's life was completely changed by a fire twister in Lingshan.

He, Song Yiren, didn't want this.

Song Que looked at his son, his voice hoarse, and said, "The Northern Conference, Lingshan and Daozong have expressed their opinions. The prince should not pursue it again. In a few days, he will go to the palace for his father to talk to the prince's hall, cancel the original engagement... You will be free in your life in the future."

Song Yiren stared at her father in a daze. For a moment, she didn't know what to say, but she felt a little choked in her throat.

The guest official looked at Cinnabar and said, "After returning to Lingshan, prepare some wedding matters. The Ullambana Festival, if there is no objection to the wedding day, you can handle it."

Cinnabar's expression was still shocked.

Without waiting for the two of them to answer, Song Que brushed her sleeves and said, "There are some miscellaneous things outside Mingsha Mountain. You can get on the carriage and follow me out of the temple and go back to Lingshan."

...

...

Many trivial matters.

Stacked together.

If you are trivial, it may not be a chore...but it will become a big deal.

The Lei Department commander who knew this truth knew that Mr. Song Que was in Xiao Leiyin Temple, but the staff of the Sansi were denied outside Mingsha Mountain Gate for several hours... He had already handled the matters placed in the temple and handled them properly.

It is reasonable and reasonable that Xiao Leiyin Temple, who is in the Buddhist Bathing Festival, should not refuse foreign guests.

Over the past few hours, several secret orders had been passed to his hands.

"The law enforcement department has a young commander who came from the Great Wall of the East. This person holds real power and proposes to return to the capital to report the memorial."

"The two colleagues of the Intelligence Department, the Intelligence Department, have already released the Tongtianzhu to explore Mingsha Mountain... The vision of the ancient sect has been recorded, and we must give an explanation."

Such news comes from behind.

The rush is a portrayal of the extremely real mood of the Lei Ministry’s commander at this moment.

Everything is surrounded by front, back and forth.

He almost gritted his teeth and came to Mingsha Mountain Gate. He looked ugly along the way, but when he arrived at the gate, he changed into a smile.

The head of the Law Enforcement Department, wearing an official robe, set up a table, poured and drank by himself, supported his wrists by the table, and said mutely: "Are you the person in charge of the Xiao Leiyin Temple Buddhist Association? Let me wait for a while."

The Lei team commander took a deep breath and smiled and said, "Who is your lord?"

The man raised his head and said lightly: "Original Tiandu Yingtianfu official served as the head of the Law Enforcement Department. He was later sent to the Great Wall of the East and served as the local commander of the Grand Commander, and was appointed as the head of the Shaoshou."

A series of titles and names.

The Lei team leader heard that this person was demoted, otherwise anyone would have been transferred from Tiandu to the Great Wall of the East, where birds could not shit, especially when the prince and the second prince were fighting so fiercely... Tiandu officials were sent to the East, which was simply deadly.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense to you." The man said coldly: "I want to meet the abbot of the Little Leiyin Temple, and ask him to explain the vision of the ancient door just now... If Master Juxing has no time, let Zenzi and Luzi talk to me."

The Lei team commander really couldn't help it this time and burst into laughter.

He asked with a smile, "Dare you ask me if you respect your surname?"

The Great Wall of the East Gate, said slowly: "My surname is Bu, I am open and honest. I have a single name, a word Confucian."
Chapter completed!