Nightfall Chapter 113: The bells of the hanging temple

The Pudao with blood stains was wiped very brightly. Because the color of the knife was so deep, it was not as snowy but like a smooth stone. Ning Que put the knife in its sheath and looked out the window at the rapidly sweeping wasteland scenery.

At the terrifying speed of the black carriage, he could completely escape before. The old ascetic monk had no way to stop him. However, the old monk could warn the Hanging Temple, so he chose to take action.

As he said to Sangsang, the old ascetic monk is definitely not an ordinary person in the Xuankong Temple, especially the golden palm of his hand, which is obviously a powerful technique of Buddhism, and its true power is definitely better than that shown in battle. Come out stronger.

It’s just that the old monk has cultivated Buddha in the Xuankong Temple for many years. He has profound Dharma and exquisite realm, but he does not seem to have experienced a real battle. He didn’t expect that while the two sides were still in conversation, Ning Que suddenly took a shot. Shots are the three most powerful means of thunder, and they were caught off guard and died of natural defeat.

Looking back on the previous violent battle that ended between the electric light and the flint, Ning Que felt that Ye Hongyu was right when he said that the practitioners in this world really only know how to practice and don't know how to fight.

Wind rushed in from the small opening of the car window, making a screaming scream, and the **** horse dragged the carriage forward silently and at high speed on the wasteland, following the direction Ning Que pointed out earlier, towards the southeast Run everywhere.

Looking at the desolate wilderness outside the car window, silently calculating the distance and the results of previous calculations in his heart, Ning Que banged on the hard board of the carriage to signal the **** horse to stop, and then jumped out of the carriage and walked into the wilderness.

I don’t know how long it took, he walked back, holding a black iron arrow in his hand. There were still congealed blood stains on the arrow cluster. It was the iron that shot the old monk before. arrow.

In Lanke Temple, the thirteen iron arrows in the arrow box have been used up several times. Now in the depths of the wasteland, he may face deadly danger at any time. Every iron arrow is extremely for him. important.

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Hiding in a huge sinkhole underground. Still surrounded by clouds and mist, the yellow temples between the giant peaks were looming, so quiet and peaceful, suddenly a very indifferent Buddha's name sounded in one of the temples.

After a while, dozens of ascetic monks in crimson monk uniforms followed the steep stone path between the cliffs and climbed to the ground. There was no expression on the faces of these monks. It looks like a stone.

The monk headed by. The monk's clothes on his body were obviously different. It was the first seven of the Venerable Hall of the Xuankong Temple, and he squinted slightly. Looking at the desolate field in front of him, he frowned slightly.

The Buddha's name in the previous hanging temple came from the first lecture in the hanging temple. There was a slight restlessness in the Zen mind of the first lecture, and the monks and soldiers of the Venerable Hall were ordered to search deep in the wasteland. Although the seven pieces were valuable as the leader of the Venerable Hall, they had to come out in person, and he knew why the Zen mind was restless in the first lecture.

The preaching master of the Xuankong Temple, because he violated the Buddhist precepts and was dragged down by the illegitimate illegitimate son, was sentenced to the wasteland penance by the precepts hall three years ago, and the time has come to the end of the penance period. Today, the lecturer should return to the Xuankong Temple, but no one saw him.

The seven first men led the ascetic soldiers, following the induction of the first lecturer, walking towards the depths of the wasteland, until the evening, when the twilight was like blood, they finally saw the pile of ashes.

The wind is very strong on the wasteland. But the pile of ashes was not completely wiped out, because there were a few bones in the pile that could not be completely incinerated by any flame.

Looking at the colorful bones in his hand, seven were silent, the ascetic monks and soldiers in red robes showed their sorrow, sitting cross-legged around the ashes. Sincerely began to chant the Past Life Sutra.

Seven gave those bones to a monk with a solemn expression for safekeeping. Then he knelt down in front of the ashes, stretched out his hand into the ashes, silently and quietly began to search, the fingers like stone branches, moving slowly in the ashes of the lecturer, like a sieve, leaving no place.

The remains of the lecturer were burned very transparently by the talisman fire. Except for the few bone particles, the rest was made into a delicate white ash. According to reason, there should be no discovery of the seven, but as the fingers move, His expression became more and more solemn, because his fingertips felt a majestic aura in the ashes.

Seven stood up, and Huo Ran walked along the path of time. Only then did he remember that when he passed the linden tree earlier, he always felt that the tree seemed a little different from what he saw every day for decades.

He walked to the Bodhi tree and looked at the small lines carved on the gray bark. The expression on his face became more and more indifferent, and the angry King Ming flame in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"In the sixteenth year of the Apocalypse, Ning Que from the academy came here with his wife, Sangsang, daughter of Hades."

Why is it sixteen years? Seven of them were slightly puzzled, and brushed their monk sleeves to the ground. The gravel on the surface of the wasteland rolled around, revealing an extremely shallow rut.

Walking along this rut ​​for dozens of feet, and then the faint trace of the rut disappeared completely on the wasteland ground. He raised his eyes to the distance and guessed where the black carriage was going.

The night is approaching, the world in the tiankeng has entered the long dark night ahead of time, the yellow temple at the highest point between the giant peaks, and the last sunset, a long bell ringing from that temple, and then Gradually spreading towards the bottom of the mountain, countless yellow temples rang bells at the same time.

The bell of the Hanging Temple left the quiet underground world to the desolate ground, and then spread in all directions. I believe it will not take many days before the whole world will know that the daughter of Pluto is still alive and she is working with the Academy. Missing together, fled in the extreme west wasteland.

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In the depths of the wasteland, beside a sloping well that has been abandoned for thousands of years, a black carriage stopped. After a while, Ning Que walked out of the waste well, carrying a full water bag. , I don't know what method he used to find clean water in a well that has been abandoned for many years.

It is always cold at night. In order to avoid exposing himself, Ning Que did not start a bonfire, but put a few fire symbols in the copper basin in the car to keep warm. This method is too extravagant, even if he is extremely powerful. You must also calculate the consumption of talisman paper to ensure that you can get out of the wasteland with Sangsang.

Just ate some dry food with cold water, Ning Que began to cook rice porridge for Sangsang, waiting for the water to boil, he used it to organize his equipment. Since the road ahead is difficult, equipment is naturally the most important thing.

He is the person who can endure hardship the most. Over the years, he has stored a lot of talisman, but at the beginning, his level was low, and the talisman paper he wrote can no longer be used in battles at this level. There were only two dozen talisman papers left to fight, and there were not many iron arrows in the arrow box.

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