Nightfall Chapter 74: Liansheng Thirty-two (Part 1)

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The older generation is high and always worthy of respect. The old monk said that he was atone for his sins for decades. It is not Qu Ni Matti's old goods, Ning Que will bow behind him. , But did not step forward, looking at the skinny old monk at a distance of more than ten feet, and said respectfully: "The junior is indeed a college student. The Mozong Mountain Gate opened in response to the weather, but I don't know why the senior said that this is full of bones. Is it your sin?"

The old monk laughed dryly and weakly, and said: "This is naturally a more complicated story. Whenever there is a strange encounter in the valley, you will always hear a long and wonderful story, perhaps because of Already expecting it, Ning Que's reaction was calm, and he said softly, "I would like to ask seniors for advice. "

The old monk was silent for a moment, and leisurely recalled: "Back then, the lunatic Ke began to walk the world on behalf of the academy. He wore a handle of ordinary blue steel on his waist, and no one in the world dared to sing the front. Things are arrogant, bloodthirsty and innocent. I don’t know how many innocent people have been brutally killed by the people of the Demon Sect. When the two meet, it will be a storm."

"The storm was extremely bloody, and the powerful demon sects who were rampant in the Central Plains were lost under the sword of the lunatic. Xiling Temple and the colleagues of Zhengdao also took this opportunity to eradicate the power of the demon sect."

"The lunatic Ke is standing in the peak of the storm and pointing to the heavens and the earth. He has no awe in his eyes. Naturally, the old-fashioned Xiling Temple will not like him. The Demon Sect was so miserable by the storm, he figured it out. One way is to use the gap between the academy and the temple to set up a round to provoke a war between the two sides."

"One year, the Lanke Temple Yulan Festival, the practitioners of the Central Plains met together, and there was a dancing dance. The Demon Sect was convenient for the blood to wash the front of the Lanke Temple but married this misfortune to the temple. Judging Division, this is the beginning of the story."

The old monk was as thin as a ghost. When the **** incidents came slowly, his tone and expression were like spring breeze, and the cruel scenes of the past were omitted in a few words.

Ning Que supported Mo Shanshan and sat down against the wall, looking at the old monk at Baigushan, thinking about the long-term story told by the other party, and after a moment of silence, he said: "This and the means have always been classified as crude and clumsy. Class."

The old monk pulled the corners of his lips back and laughed with difficulty, and looked at him with warm eyes, and said with emotion: "The demon sect outside is gone, even if there are remnants, I am afraid it will be like a mouse crossing the street. That's so, so a child like you probably doesn't know what the Demon Sect was like back then and what terrifying power it had."

Ning Que has left Weicheng and has been in contact with the world of spiritual practice for nearly two years. Apart from the barren people I met a few days ago, I only met a planner who practiced Demon Sect exercises at Beishan Road. The sword master in his eyes was not powerful, and naturally he didn't think the Demon Sect was terrifying.

The old monk slowly lowered his eyes like dead leaves, as if recalling the arrogant arrogance of the Demon Sect back then, it was a kind of damage to his old and peaceful state of mind, and then he continued and said in harmony: "The Demon Sect's technique is stealing heaven. The technique, the human body for practicing magic arts is healthy and longevity, and there is no thought power fluctuation, enough to avoid the prying of practitioners. Back then, the people of the magic sect used their advantage to infiltrate the Central Plains countries or stand in the court to become three generations of teeth. Yu Xiangye became the head of a great clan, and the power was densely woven like a net. Even the upper levels of the Tang Dynasty Tianshu and Xiling Temple have people from the Demon Sect."

The old monk slowly raised his head, looked at him calmly, and said: "If it weren't for the fear academy and other unknown places, once the Demon Sect of the year was fully launched, it would be enough to change the dynasty. They dare not go against the sky, but If you want to weave a catty...how can there be any flaws in the conspiracy? In fact, the Demon Sect endured the pain of a broken arm when the blood was washed back to Lanke Temple, exposing the big division who had been hidden in the temple ruling department for decades No one will disbelieve it anymore."

Ning Que frowned and asked, "What does it have to do with the academy and the junior master?"

The old monk sighed, and the sigh was full of compassion: "The Demon Sect returned to wash the temple with blood during the Yulan Festival. On the surface, it was aimed at the practitioners of the righteous schools, but in fact it was aimed at the envoys of the Tang state. But the Demon Sect wants to stir up the madness of the lunatics, so their real target is those poor women from Tang who only know how to dance and dance."

Hearing this sentence, Ning Que's mood suddenly became tense. He learned from the second brother that Jian and the younger brother had an old relationship. At this time, he naturally thought of these dancing girls from the red sleeve tricks of the year? However, everyone, Jane is still alive now, occasionally meeting him, he will be full of anger in his ears to teach his ancestors, who died back then?

Back then, the Demon Sect's position did not hesitate such a big price, weaving such a conspiracy, it is natural to know who to kill will make the little teacher go crazy and go straight to Taoshan at all costs, it is like if he comes back to Forty Lane and suddenly see With Sangsang lying in a pool of blood, all the evidence points to the palace, then of course he would not hesitate to take a knife and carry an arrow straight to the palace gate, break into the royal study room, tear the flower and cut the emperor’s shoe into pieces. Three hundred and sixty-five cuts...

"But the little uncle did not break into Taoshan, but destroyed the Demon Sect Mountain Gate instantly."

Ning Que looked at the skinny old monk in Bone Mountain, and asked in doubt: "Where is the layout of the Demon Sect?"

The old monk was silent for a long time, and then laughed. Cha Lao's ugly smile concealed a very complicated meaning, some with emotion, some shock, some bitterness, and some pride.

"There was no problem with the layout of the Demon Sect. At that time, the whole world thought it was the temple ruling that the blood washed the rotten temple. Although it is incomprehensible, when the elders of Lanke temple living in seclusion in the back of Washan Mountain were forced to After leaving the customs and identifying that all the murderers came from Xiling, no one doubted it anymore."

The old monk looked at him quietly and said: "But Ke Haoran doesn't believe it."

Ning Que asked inexplicably: "Why don't you believe me?"

The old monk said: "Ke madman is such a good person, why is it so easy to deceive."

Ning Que was taken aback, shook his head and said, "This reason is no."

The old monk said with emotion: "I asked him the same question back then."

Ning Que listened carefully.

The old monk smiled and said: "I was in this room at the time, and he said: How can I cheat someone so easily?"

Silence for a moment.

"What about then?"

Ning Que asked, thinking that every story should have a then and an end.

The old monk asked slightly differently: "The story behind...Don't the world today know it?"

Ning Que said: "Different storytellers will change the content of the story."

"This story has a very simple ending."

The old monk's voice became weaker, and said: "The Demon Sect's methods failed to deceive the lunatic, so he naturally went to the Demon Sect Mountain Gate. The Demon Sect sovereign at that time regarded himself very high, and the Demon Sect was strong. I was not too scared, thinking that if you came, I would kill you...Ke lunatics naturally did not want to be killed by them, so they killed them all."

I didn't want to be killed by them, so I killed them all.

A very simple narrative, a very simple story, but it is a shocking past annihilated in the dust of history. The simpler it is, the more shocking it is. After decades, only this skinny old man The monks, and the endless bones that filled the main hall of the Demon Sect, can also prove what happened here.

Ning Que looked at the deep-set eyes of the old monk: "Then why do you want to redeem your sins? What does this matter have to do with you?"

The old monk raised his arms like twigs...The monk's clothes were ragged, and his fingers were slightly stretched with handprints. The joints of the ten fingers were horribly visible, like a pair of boned hands protruding from the underworld. The handprints knotted on the hands faintly released a warm and calm atmosphere, and the compassion was like the two white lotus flowers that Haotian dropped.

The aura between the bone hand and white lotus handprints is extremely powerful and pure, but without the slightest lethality. As the aura gradually released, the surface of the white bones around the old monk suddenly gave birth to an extremely warm luster, as if to come alive. general.

Ning Que stared at the two bone hands in front of the old monk's abdomen, feeling the breath, shocking the speechless. The strength that the old monk showed was too unpredictable, it was the strongest he had seen in his life. Big.

Sitting against the wall, Mo Shanshan looked at the white lotus-like handprints formed by the old monk's skinny hands. Suddenly he remembered a sentence he heard from the teacher when he was a child, and his face was surprised.

"There is a lotus in the west that falls into the world gracefully, and has 32 petals on its own...the petals are different, each is the world."

"Atonement... of course because it is mine."

"Because there has never been a conspiracy by the Demon Sect, this conspiracy is mine."

"The ruling that Sisi was a member of the Demon Sect. I knew it many years ago. I also knew what they wanted to do. I didn't do anything... I was sitting on the black and cold seat, holding on Jaw, quietly watch them finish this thing, and then prepare to find a suitable time to tell Ke Haoran."

"But after all, I still underestimated Ke Haoran. I didn’t need me to show me carefully preserved evidence. He knew that this thing was done by Mozong. It was very good, so I still sat quietly on the black On the icy seat, with his chin supported, quietly waiting for the arrival of the last moment."

A thin, ghostly old monk, standing among the piles of bones, with white lotus prints on his bones and hands, his eyes are gentle and compassionate.

Ning Que widened his eyes and asked with a trembling voice, "Who are you? What did you want to do back then?"

This is the second time that the old monk heard this question. He slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky. The iron chain passing through his abdomen was driven by a crisp sound, causing the pain to return to his skinny face.

The old monk's deep-set eyes looking at the sky are still warm, and the petals of the white lotus petals formed by the bone hands bloom.

"Back then, I wanted to destroy the Demon Sect. I wanted Ke Haoran to die, but I didn’t expect that I spent half my life and effort to turn the whole Demon Sect into a storm and shoot him. In the end, he still didn’t. Die.

"As for who am I?"

The old monk withdrew his gaze, looked at the two and said gently: "I am the judge."

"Lotus God Seat?"

An unbelievable voice suddenly sounded behind the room.

The ragged Tao Chi Ye Hongyu did not know when she came here. She looked at the handprints of the skinny ghost monk in the bone mountain, her face was full of incredible and enthusiastic joy.

Mo Shanshan shouted out almost at the same time: "Master Liansheng?"