Nightfall Chapter 73: A dry monk in the White Bone Mountain
Volume 2 Winter Lake
Chapter 73
A dry monk in the White Bone Mountain
The words on the stele are deep into the stone, with the sharp meaning left by the tip of the sword. [bsp; Ning Que looked at the line on the tablet, and his eyebrows slowly raised. He didn't express any emotion, so he stayed silent for a long time, and then he left without saying a word, avoiding the scattered bones under his feet. Go and take a look.
He circled a few times around the wordless stele, and finally back to the front of the stele. He raised his head again and silently looked at the stele. He raised his eyebrows as if he was about to fly, and said with a smile on the stele. : "My little uncle wrote it."
Mo Shanshan once heard from Master Mozong that the Demon Zong Mountain Gate was destroyed by a senior expert, but for some reason, the senior expert’s name was not passed on by liu. She once guessed that it would not It would be the senior of the academy who disappeared with a glimpse of the world, and there is no evidence.
This time I went deep into Huangyuan to Mozong Mountain Gate, and I saw Ning Que's expression all the way, especially the kneeling in the block formation, which made her more firm in her guess. At this time, she finally got it from Ningque It is confirmed, but still feels a little shocked and unspeakable-a single sword destroyed the Demon Sect, how strong was that senior back then?
She frowned slightly, her thin red lips curled into a line, and after a moment of silence, she looked at Ning Que's gradually flying eyebrows and a relaxed expression, and asked softly: "You seem to be very proud Proud."
Ning Que nodded honestly. In order to dissolve the mental shock brought by the inscription, he went to look around and found that the aura remaining on the bones of the strong demon sects who had gone to si was still strong, especially the hardness of the white bones seemed to exceed that of ordinary steel. It was shocking that so many powerful Demon Sects were as vulnerable as Yu Yang Chunxue before the sword of Xiao Shi Shu Haoran. From this, one can imagine how terrifying the realm strength of Xiao Shi Shu back then.
In the back of the academy, after passing through the indirect reaction of Brother Ershiwei and others, Ning Que knew that Junior Uncle must be the first liu fierce person in the world, but he still did not expect that Junior Uncle would be here. To such an extent, could it be said that when he broke through the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, he had already broken through the five realms, and the extraordinary dragging the vulgar to achieve the sage person Wang Wei Dao?
As a second-floor brother in the college, having such a young master is really unreasonable and not feeling proud.
But proud and proud can’t be eaten. Ning Que and Mo Shanshan came to the gate of Mozong Mountain after untold hardships, standing in front of the stone monument for the sake of the Ming scrolls of the book of heaven and the atmosphere left by the young master. After watching the memorial in silence for a while, they continued to walk inside the hall, and he felt the breath of the little uncle in the hall behind the stone tablet. The main hall of the Demon Zong is still magnificent. The seemingly simple stone beam structure, painted with those complicated oil paintings, naturally reveals a somewhat sacred feeling. There are hundreds of stone statues on both sides of the spacious passage, which are rarely carved. The strange gods and monsters seen in the Central Plains countries were hideous and silent.
The passage is getting deeper and deeper, but it is still dry and there is no dampness. Fortunately, when the deserter built this place, the design of ventilation and lighting was extraordinarily exquisite. Ning Que and the two walked hundreds of steps inside, and they can still see See things.
As he went deep into the main hall of the Demon Sect, the breath that made Ning Que qin feel more and more intense, gradually becoming some kind of actual existence, he silently looked ahead, wondering what he would see later , Tianqi Shu Ming scroll or Mozong's secret, whichever is good, he just hopes not to see what he doesn't want to see.
There are more and more shi bodies in the passage. At the turning point, the bones and even a lot of (get) superimposed on each other and turned into a small hill. Ning Que supported Moshan Mountain while walking, watching the wall more and more The deep vertical and horizontal scratches imagined the xuè fishy battle that took place here that year, and my heart was trembling.
At the end of the main hall of the Demon Sect is a very ordinary room. This room should have been extremely spacious, but now a small hill of bones and dry stones occupies the center of the room, so it looks extremely crowded and small.
"How many people were si in that year."
Mo Shanshan stared at the Bone Shishan in front of him, and subconsciously sighed with emotion. Her little hands were a little cold, and her voice was a little trembling. As the guest of the temple guest Qing Shusheng qin Chuandi Yizi , She has never had the slightest affection or sympathy for the Demon Sect, but what she has seen along the way today is that even she can't bear to think about the despair of the Demon Sect back then.
Ning Wu looked at the hill of white bones, and said after a moment of silence: "I don't know why Xiao Shishu wanted to miè Demon Sect back then, but I think he always has his own reasons and reasons. "At this moment, a voice suddenly rang from the depths of the White Bone Mountain.
"Many times in the human world, there are many things. In fact, there is no need for reasons, nor reasons. Because those reasons and reasons, if you think about them from another angle, they are often ridiculous. Why did he want In doing this, countless explanations can now be given, but the real situation is that he just came that year and then did this."
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This room had only the silent mountain of bones and sword marks on the silent stone wall, which seemed to be dead, so the sound that suddenly sounded was weak, but very clear.
This voice is very slight and weak, and it conveys the meaning of righteousness and peace in the stock, but it is not only clear in the ears of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, it is more like a thunder, and this naturally has nothing to do with the quiet environment.
It has been decades since the verdant valley disappeared in the depths of the Mang Tianqi Mountain Range. The Daming Lake has not appeared in the world for decades, and the Mozong Mountain Gate, which can only emerge from the ground, has been isolated for decades. According to the world's cognition and speculation, this place has already become a ruin, and there can be no life. The two of them have seen the same, only the white bone sword mark Ji Liao once, how can I think that there are still people alive here!
Ning Quezheng was speechless, and pulled Mo Shanshan behind him as quickly as possible, then drew his bow and arrows, and used his most powerful martial arts weapon to aim at the bones Into a hill.
Looking carefully, he discovered that there was a person in the hills piled up with bones.
The man is very old, so old that his hair has fallen out and his teeth have fallen out. There are only two very long white eyebrows floating on his face, which is about to fall to his shriveled chest. This man is wearing a A very old monk's clothing, the monk's clothing has long been tattered, and the silky floss hung in front of him like an eyebrow.
The man was very thin, so thin that his chest and abdomen collapsed and his limbs were as thin as wood sticks. There was no muscle or fat on his body. A thin layer of skin was covered on the jagged bones, especially the sunken eye sockets. Like two black holes, they are extremely scary, but the eyes that show through the eye sockets of the partial life are so compassionate and warm.
Except for the thin and tight skin that has lost its elasticity and luster, this old monk is no different from the bones around him, so it is difficult for anyone to find him sitting in the mountain of bones.
There are two very thin iron chains passing through the old monk’s abdomen like a broken drum, and the other end is nailed to the solid wall behind him. The fresh xuè decades ago has long turned black. Painted on those silky monk clothes.
This picture is very strange, the old monk in the picture is very scary.
Ning Que's fingers trembled slightly, and he almost let go of the bowstring and shot an arrow over, Mo Shanshan clutched his lips tightly, almost screaming out—if it wasn't for the gaze of the old monk who described the thin and terrifying Compassionate wēn warm words.
"Who are you?"
Ning Que clasped the bowstring tightly, aimed at the old monk in the Bone Mountain, and asked nervously.
This is the Mozong Mountain Gate that has been isolated from the world for decades. It is hard to understand that such an old monk suddenly appeared. This old monk is still alive with such a thin appearance, which is beyond normal people’s thinking. range. And anything that is beyond common sense and incomprehensible is generally extremely dangerous.
"Who am I?"
The old monk slowly raised his head, and the iron chain passing through his abdomen clinked, probably because of internal pain in his body. There was a trace of pain on his face like a ghost, and his eyes remained deep in his eyes. Wēn warm, but it brings out a bit of a sense of recollection.
After a long time, a hint of enlightenment suddenly appeared in the old monk’s eyes, touching the loose skin of the corner of his lips, revealing an ugly smile, and said: "I am a self-binding person. "
"I did a great mistake in the past, which was a lifelong regret, so I chained myself to this place and vowed to spend the rest of my life beyond these kings’ souls, hoping to redeem my zui. One or two."
The iron chain passed through the body. No matter what the old monk said or his very subtle movements, he would show a little bit of pain, but his weak voice and eyes were still so calm and compassionate, making him feel like a spring breeze. .
Ning Que looked at the old monk who was as thin as a ghost and angry as a spring breeze, and asked in a daze, "What is the redemption?"
The chain tinkling sounded again. The skinny old monk smiled and looked at the white bones around him dry. He stretched out his fingers with difficulty and slowly stroked the edge of the white sètui bone in front of him, and said: "The zui of redeeming shā圌人."
"The zui of shā圌人?"
The old monk looked at him calmly and said: "I entered Buddhism at the age of twenty, and later became a child of Buddha. I thought I was compassionate, and I would use the Buddha's light to save all living beings. I did not expect that bones would be born because of me. This is the zui of my shā 圌人."
Ning Que understood this passage, but did not understand this passage. The Demon Sect Mountain Gate was covered with bones and skeletons. According to legend, it should be the little uncle's sword under the king's soul. The line of big characters on the tablet of characters should not be far from the legend back then. Why did this thin old monk say that this is the zui of his shā圌人?
"Do you...recognize my little uncle?" he asked.
The old monk looked at the two like the elders and the juniors, wēn and asked: "Ke's crazy son is your little uncle, then you are the master's disciple, then who is this little sister? "
Ning Que and Mo Shanshan sensed each other's kindness and trust, and even had such a warm feeling of being pampered, and they subconsciously reported their identities.
The old monk said softly with emotion: "I thought I would spend my life in the long redemption sayings. I would never see anyone again. I didn't expect to see the old man again. In this case, could it be said that the gate of the Demon Sect was opened? ?"
Then he looked at Ning Que and said in a puzzled way: "You are the academy of this generation? Seeing that you just broke through and entered the cave ten days ago, how could your realm be so low? Is the academy also a generation? Not as good as one generation?"
Immediately afterwards, the old monk looked at Mo Shanshan and smiled emotionally and said: "Withered Ischia Mountain, the mountains don’t hear the morning drums and evening bells. I don’t know that the years are passing away. I feel that I just slept, but Xiao Wang has a descendant. ."
Ning Que knew that he was the worst walk in the world in the history of the academy, and it was unavoidable to be a little embarrassed to be pointed out by the other party, but thinking about the old monk sitting on the gate of the Demon Sect for decades, he called Xiao Shishu Ke. Crazy, call the master of the book sage to be the little king, he must be a stranger with an extraordinary seniority, and he is embarrassed to jump up and scold him.
Just, who is this skinny old monk?
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……(To be continued