Chapter 75 Nangong Qing

In January of the third year of the Apocalypse, the sky covered Philadelphia with heavy snow. Today's Philadelphia is extremely depressed in both the South City and the North City, and there is no New Year's excitement. Pedestrians in twos and threes on the street rushed home quickly, and the government officials searched for strangers in Philadelphia and door-to-door searches.

The reason is the battle between Nangong Deep Lane and Feishui Bank. The Governor's Office of Beiping City has issued a notice that the murderer must be investigated and punished. And after receiving it, the Philadelphia government could only show off, because the murderer that night could not be dealt with by such an uncultivated government at all. Even if they were ignorant, they knew that the strong man who had crossed the fate could not be provoked by them.

But on the surface, it's still necessary to do it, otherwise it's not easy for the official to explain to the governor of Beiping Prefecture.

At this time, Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing walked on the bank of Feishui and looked at Feishui, which had already frozen.

"Thank you," Nangong Qing whispered.

"Nothing" Zhao Feng looked at Fei Shui and was extremely depressed. Early this morning, Nangong Lie said that he wanted Nangong Qing to take him to Philadelphia. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't resist Nangong Lie's enthusiasm and Nangong Qing's expectation, so he had to agree.

Zhao Feng looked at Nangong Qing beside him. How could he not know what Nangong Qing thought in his heart? It's just that there was already someone in his heart and it was impossible to accept it. If he said it to his face, he would definitely hurt Nangong Qing's heart. If he didn't say so, it would not be able to delay it.

Zhao Feng shook his head and thought to himself, "Let's find a chance to say it"

It snowed heavily, and Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing in the wind and snow were walking on the shore of Feishui like a couple. Countless passers-by looked at Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing with envy.

The scene of a handsome man and a beautiful woman has long been painted by a painter with a brush in his hand.

"Your Highness" Nangong Qing said softly.

"Eh?" Zhao Feng turned his head and looked at Nangong Qing's face. Although Nangong Qing's face was not as beautiful as Xiao Qing, it was not as beautiful as He Qian or Zhou Xuan, but it gave people another kind of beauty, like the only green lotus in the secular world.

"I heard from Hui'er that your literary talent has already been at the level of a national scholar. Can you make a poem for Qing'er?" Nangong Qing said softly.

Zhao Feng was stunned and then looked at Fei Shui for a long time and said.

The snow swept away the wind and dust, and the water froze three feet on the shore.

The beautiful scenery of the North City looks at the South City, and the green lotus red dust is a little blue.

At this time, Nangong Qing looked at Zhao Feng, who wrote the poem. After a poem, Nangong Qing still couldn't take his eyes off Zhao Feng's face, which can only be described as handsome.

Zhao Feng suddenly turned his head to look at Nangong Qing. Nangong Qing turned around in shock, but the red glow on his face suddenly made Zhao Feng a little stunned.

Ten miles to the water bank, although it is deserted now, Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing still walked for nearly an hour, but after the poem, neither of them spoke. I don't know whether it was just an embarrassment or something in their hearts.

The snow was still so unscrupulous. Zhao Feng held the paper umbrella in his hand and Nangong Qing walked to the temple outside the city. The snow covered the whole world, and the withered trees and snow-covered roads on the pipes outside the city gave the world a different kind of beauty.

Step by step, the two of them walked slowly towards the temple. Although the Song Dynasty hated the Buddha and the southern countries, it did not mean that they did not believe in the Buddha and Qingtian Haoyang. Although the Song people trusted the court and the royal family most, they still believed in the Buddha and Qingtian Haoyang as crazy as the Buddha and the Nangong Kingdom.

Two hundred years ago in the Song Dynasty, the Qingtian God Religion recognized the special existence of the Song Dynasty. The Yuezong also allowed the Qingtian God Religion to establish a Taoist temple in the Song Dynasty without any special rights.

A hundred years ago, during the Yongzong period of the Song Dynasty, the Buddha launched a national war. In the end, it failed to recognize the existence of the Song Dynasty. At the same time, the Yongzong allowed the Dalin Temple to establish a temple in the Song Dynasty regardless of the past.

Because the development of Qingtian God Religion in the Song Dynasty was too rapid in the Song Dynasty at that time, it had to use another belief to stop the development of Qingtian God Religion.

The temple outside Philadelphia is the most famous temple in the Song Dynasty, the White Pagoda Temple. The history of the White Pagoda Temple can be extremely glorious. There are three generations of abbots before and after the Dalin Temple. Every year, on auspicious Buddha's auspicious days, there will be a lecture by senior monks from Dalin Temple coming to the White Pagoda Temple.

The White Pagoda Temple covers not only a large area, but only the size of a basketball court, and the most famous of the White Pagoda Temple is the White Pagoda and the century-old prayer tree.

At this time, the White Pagoda Temple and Philadelphia are completely two. The cold support of Philadelphia shows the hustle and bustle of the White Pagoda Temple. Countless people in Philadelphia and outside the Song Dynasty will come to the White Pagoda Temple to pray for the blessing of the Buddha. Although the Song Dynasty still feels that the Song Dynasty can protect this place, no one wants this good omen. Of.

Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing entered the temple and came to the front of the hall. Looking at the majestic golden Buddha in the hall, they all felt their smallness.

Especially Zhao Feng's feeling is particularly strong. As the born person of the academy and the fearless practitioner of the apocalypse, his own insights and feelings are extremely sharp.

"I'll go, ask for Zhuxiang," Nangong Qing said

Zhao Feng nodded and said, "I'll wait for you here"

Then Nangong Qing walked to a merit box by the door of the hall.

Zhao Feng stood at the main door of the hall with an umbrella and looked at the Buddha's golden body in the hall. The college recorded that the Buddha country and the Qingtian God Religion coexisted in the world. It was only a hundred years or more years ago that disappeared. Neither Qingtian Haoyang nor the Buddha were real because he did not know the disappearing hundred years of history and longer. Previous history, but why do I have a strange feeling when I look at the Buddha's golden body at this time as if I knew it, and the Buddha's golden body is also looking at myself.

"Okay," Nangong Qing said when he appeared beside Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was stunned and then looked at Nangong Qing. Nangong Qing also looked at Zhao Feng. After a while, a slight red glow appeared on Nangong Qing's face and then turned his head. Zhao Feng also realized that he was wrong and turned his mood.

"Then go in," Zhao Feng said.

"En" Nangong Qing replied softly and followed Zhao Feng's footsteps into the hall.

The temple bursts of Buddha incense are scattered in the air, and the White Pagoda Temple is like a place where immortals live. The sound of Buddha and the language spread throughout the white pagoda temple, and the white pagoda showed an alternative beauty under the cover of snow.

Zhao Feng and Nangong Qing did not go back immediately after the incense, but took a walk in the temple.

The snow covered in the temple has long been cleaned by the monks, leaving only the scattered fall on the ground. Slowly, the two of them walked to the prayer tree. The origin tree of the White Pagoda Temple is the bodhi tree of Buddhism with a hundred years of history at this time. Even on this snowy winter tree, the branches and leaves are still lush.

It is rumored that the first abbot of Baita Temple took great perseverance to transplant this bodhi tree, and because of this bodhi tree, Baita Temple was the largest temple in the Song Dynasty.

The bodhi tree is covered with countless red ropes, and the two ends of the red rope are tied with a small piece of words. These are all hung by people who came to pray for marriage. Nangong Qing and Zhao Feng stood under the prayer tree and looked at the red rope full of the tree.

"Wait for me" Nangong Qing suddenly said and left

Zhao Feng took a look at the direction of Nangong Qing's departure and immediately knew what she was doing.

After a long time, Nangong Qing came back with a red rope in his hand. There seemed to be something written on the small words on both ends of the red rope. Zhao Feng actually saw the words on the words. It was his name and Nangong Qing just pretending not to know. Now I don't know why I have feelings for Nangong Qing.

Nangong Qing did not show Zhao Feng the words on the piece of paper, but gently threw it on the tree. The red rope hung on the branch. Nangong Qing was stunned and didn't expect that a happy expression appeared on his face when he lost it for the first time.

Zhao Feng looked at Nangong Qing, who was happy beside him, and smiled. Nangong Qing turned his head and just drank Zhao Feng. Suddenly, Hongxia, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared on his face again.

"Go back" Zhao Feng whispered

Nangong nodded.

The snow in the sky was still falling on the world. The teenager in white clothes and the girl in white outside the White Pagoda Temple walked in the direction of Philadelphia with an umbrella.

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"It's fate and doomed." An old monk at the gate of Baita Temple looked at the two distant backs and sighed softly.