Nightfall Chapter 19: The string breaks suddenly, I’m here

In a few short sentences, Ning Que confirmed two very important facts: This old monk with a profound realm is indeed the first lecturer at the Xuankong Temple, and this old monk is about to kill himself and Sang. mulberry.

Faced with such a severe situation, he couldn’t care about the huge difference in strength between himself and the first lecturer. He didn’t even think about it. With the remaining courage and determination, he started!

The awe-inspiring air in his body gushes out, and his right foot steps into a stone pit on the hard ground, and his body turns into an afterimage, instantly rushing to the front of the first seat, holding the simple sword high in both hands, holding the extremely fiery Hao Tian Shenhui, as if to incinerate all the dark clouds in the sky above his head, beheaded to the head of the first seat!

The hard and heavy Pudao slashed fiercely on the hat on the top of the head, and there was a loud buzzing noise, like it was cut on an ancient bell, echoing the melodious bell!

The hat was shattered into dust in an instant, splashing everywhere, faintly visible the bald head with incense scars in the first seat of the lecture, but there was no change in the first seat’s expression, that is, the silver-white eyebrows, without a trace of tremor.

Ning Que’s hands holding the handle of the knife trembled again, but the movement did not stop at the slightest. In a sharp shout, Pu Dao carried Haotian Divine Hui and cut down again. Once it fell, it was like a storm, and it was talking in an instant. After cutting the body of the first seat with seventeen swords, the position of each sword is different, but they are all so fierce and tough!

The first sword that rose from the sky and broke through the mountain was the most powerful sword Ning Que had used in his life. It was stronger than the sword that slashed Liu Yiqing at the side entrance of the college. How many times.

At this time, he slashed seventeen knives in a row, which was the most subtle knife technique he could use. If it weren’t for being forced by intense fear, he would not be able to perform it at his current state.

However, whether it is the most powerful knife or the most subtle knife technique, I am silent in this name. The old monk with a calm and indifferent expression. All have lost any meaning.

How can you hurt someone if you can’t cut off even one eyebrow?

When the sword is exhausted, the hat worn by the first lecturer. Still splashing around, the robes on his body were cut into countless pieces by the blade, but they had not had time to fall off.

Ning Que is like a ghost. He retreated several tens of feet, and returned to his previous position again, his face pale.

There was another light breeze blowing from the lake, and the robes on the first seat of the lecture floated slowly, flying away like a butterfly, revealing his body, and then a disciple put on new clothes for him.

At this time, tens of thousands of believers in the temple knelt on the ground and bowed their heads sincerely. No one noticed this scene.

Ning Que could see clearly. Not to mention any stab wounds on the old body of the first man in the lecture, there is not even a trace of it. Can’t help but feel cold. I remembered what Qi Mei said in front of the small courtyard.

“The Buddhism of Buddhism is inextricably bound to its sect. What you cultivate is to enter the Buddha in Zen, and become a Buddha in the flesh. Both the body and mind are not bad, and the poor monk has cultivated to the Buddha in the flesh.”

After the battle in the small courtyard, Ning Que was very clear about the strength and terrible repairing ability of the seven bodies, and he was only the first disciple who taught the scriptures, only to cultivate until the flesh became a Buddha.

The first lecture in the Xuankong Temple, the Yuan thirteen arrows could not be shot through, and the simple sword with Haotian’s divine glory could not leave the slightest trace. It has obviously been repaired to the highest realm of Buddhism where both body and mind are not damaged!

What is King Kong not bad?

That’s how you can hit it without breaking it.

So how do you fight this battle?

Ning Que never knew how to write the word despair, but today he seems to finally understand the strokes of these two words.

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The first seat of the lecture was replaced with a new robes, and then raised his head, quietly looking at Ning Que, who was dozens of feet away, slowly lowering the tin stick in his hand.

The tin stick in his hand had been falling before, but Ning Que’s movements were too fast, and his movements were too slow, so after Ning Que cut 18 times, the tin stick had not fallen to the ground.

Until this time, the tip of the staff finally touched the ground.

The tip of the tin stick rang like a bell.

The tip of the staff pierced into the ground easily, quietly.

There was no ear-splitting sound, and there was no vibrating vibe.

The tens of thousands of moon-wheel citizens who bowed their heads to the ground felt nothing.

The extremely violent voice, so quietly.

The vibration was so intense that it was impossible to perceive it.

Only Ning Que felt the shock.

The shaking of the earth.

Ning Que’s feet trembled, and all the broken boots were shattered.

The tremor reached his lap, and his pants tore instantly.

Then his body trembled, and then Sangsang on his back trembled.

Two pops.

Ning Que vomited blood on the ground in front of him.

Sangsang spurted blood on his shoulder.

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The first lecturer lifted the tin stick again and walked slowly towards Ning Que.

Ning Que was extremely chilled. His only thought was to jump into the lake of the Houji Temple with Sangsang on his back. However, at this moment he felt that all the bones in his body had been broken, and there was no strength to escape.

The first seat of the lecture is very slow. Every step requires a tin rod to support the ground and take a break.

Whenever the tin rod fell on the ground, the tip of the rod would make a clear and pleasant sound, and Ning Que, who was several tens of meters away, would be hit again with a violent impact. The tin rod seemed to fall on his heart.

The first lecturer walked towards Ning Que step by step.

Ning Que and Sangsang kept vomiting blood, watching the opposite direction walk by themselves. At this time, he would rather speak faster in the first seat, because the slower the other party’s arrival, for him and Sangsang , The more painful it becomes.

More than a hundred Buddhist monks occupied the surrounding areas of the Buddhist temple. Hundreds of moon wheel military archers woke up from the previous shock and frenzy, drawn bows and arrows, and aimed at Ning Que in the field.

There are only seven masters who are still standing outside the crowd for some reason.

Ning Que tried to pull the iron bow, but found that before the Buddha at the first seat of the scripture, within the sound of the tin stick, he could not make any movements at all.

The first lecturer came slowly, watching him calmly ask: “Where is the chessboard left by the Buddha?”

Ning Que smiled painfully, his teeth covered with blood that was shaken out, and said: “In my deep mind, you can kill me and see which part is hidden in my mind.”

The first speaker sighed and looked at Sangsang’s pale face. Said with pity: “Poor child. After walking in the world in vain, you have suffered so much for many years, so let’s be free today.”

Ning Que coughed up two bites of blood. He squeezed a ridiculous expression with difficulty, and said: “The Buddha said that all sentient beings are saved. This is the method of liberation. Why don’t you liberate yourself first.”

At this time, the situation was critical and desperate. He was still in the mood to mock the other party, thinking that before he died, it was worthwhile to laugh at such a big man as the first speaker, and he was not desperate yet.

The reason why there is no despair is naturally because he still has the last hope.

The hope is not in him.

On the person he was waiting for.

When he was in Lanke Temple, he waited for that person for a long time.

After leaving Lanke Temple, he waited for that person in Chaoyang City for a whole winter.

He has been waiting for that person. It is because he always firmly believes that that person will come.

That person came on the day of Lanke Temple. Then he should appear at the White Pagoda Temple today.

Just. Will that person really come?

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“琤!”

The answer to Ning Que’s question was the sound of a piano.

The piano is a kind of musical instrument made of strings. It is often used as a seven string, and its sound is calm and elegant.

This place is the White Pagoda Buddhist Temple, with corpses all over the ground, endless blood flow, and it is exactly what the Buddha said.

The sound of the piano is not in harmony with this place.

Besides, there is no violin in the White Pagoda Temple, and no one carries a violin in the field.

However, there is a string in the field. Although the string is a single string, when it is tight, if someone flicks it with their fingers, it can also make a clear and pleasant sound.

Those strings are on the bow, on the bows held by hundreds of Lunar Kingdom archers.

This piano sound comes from a bow.

It’s just that the person who touched the piano was obviously a little anxious, so when his fingers dropped the strings, he used too much force, which actually broke the tight bowstring, and the bowstring suddenly broke to both sides and turned into a gray cord.

After that, there was another piano sound.

Hundreds of Moon Wheel Archers have hundreds of bows; hundreds of bows have hundreds of tight strings. When the person stroking the piano finger drops the bow strings, there will be a sound of the piano, and then The string breaks.

The crisp sound of the piano is dense and continuous in the White Pagoda Temple, like beads falling on a jade plate, like a shower of rain entering an iron urn, without any interruption, but it seems to be sounding at the same time!

“Zang!…Zang!……Zangzang!…Zangzang!” 琤琤琤琤琤琤!”

It seems that a long time has passed, but in fact it was only a very short moment. The dense and crisp sound of the piano sounded, and then disappeared at the same time, leaving only a few curls, echoing in the White Pagoda Temple.

A scholar wearing an old padded jacket, who did not know when he came to the scene, stood quietly in front of Ning Que, watching the lecture chair not far away, the wooden scoop tied in his belt swinging gently.

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The sound of the piano stops, and the strings break.

The tin rod in the hands of the leader of the lecture no longer made a crisp sound.

After the scholar appeared, the room was quiet.

There was another wind, and the new robes on the first seat of the lecture slowly drifted.

But I don’t know if the wind is on the lake or from the scholar.

It wasn’t until this time that those archers realized that the bow in their hands had become waste, and the arrows to be shot on the strings had already been shot into the air indiscriminately, not knowing where they had gone.

They looked at the scholar in shock, vaguely guessing that it was related to this person, but they couldn’t figure out how this happened, and they were even more puzzled about who this person was.

Of course, Ning Que knew who he was, because he was the one he had been waiting for. He thought he would never wait for him to appear, but he still appeared.

Looking at the scholar, he tensed his nerves for countless days and nights, and suddenly relaxed, feeling endless exhaustion pouring into his body, from the fall of Lanke Temple to the fall of the wasteland to the winter of Chaoyang City , He has been fleeing in isolation and helpless until this time, he finally has someone to rely on.

It feels so good.

The big brother turned around and looked at Ning Que’s body covered in blood. He couldn’t help feeling a little guilty, a little ashamed, and very pleased. His voice trembled and said, “Brother, I’m here.”

Ning Que looked at the dusty, haggard and exhausted appearance of the big brother, and understood what was the cause, and was very moved. His voice trembled and said, “Brother, are you here?”

These two sentences sounded almost completely at the same time.

The two brothers stared at each other, smiled at each other, and then began to cough together.

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(I feel like Ning Que at the moment I met my big brother.) {Piaotian Literature www.piaotian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}