Nightfall Chapter 81: Enchanted (6)

It’s always difficult to chew fresh human flesh, especially for an old monk who has lost teeth, so he chews very seriously, and his skinny cheeks keep trembling with joy and sadness. The emotions that are completely different from greed and gore are constantly changing in those eyes that are still indifferent like spring lake.

As the chewed flesh and blood was swallowed into the abdomen and absorbed, the old monk's deep-set eye sockets became more energetic, his skinny and shriveled cheeks became richer, and his haggard face gradually revealed more vigour.

The young girl's forearm was like a piece of white lotus and chrysanthemum that was washed away by the lake water, and accompanied by the palpable hissing sound, a piece of flesh and blood was gnawed away. The blood ran down the wound, her face was pale but she pressed her lips very strongly, and refused to let out a painful cry.

The old monk stretched out the tip of his black tongue to lick the blood from the corners of his lips, but still maintained a compassionate look on his face. However, the more so, the sharp contrast between this and the more chilling.

Ning Que looked at this scene, his body was cold, and the development of the situation was too unexpected. Neither he nor Ye Hongyu had ever thought that Master Liansheng, who is known for his noble virtues, would be so. The most important thing is that the old monk's breath was so pure and compassionate. It was because he had doubts in his heart, but instinctively he didn't want to doubt this old monk at all.

The serum that will congeal still remains on his wrinkled face. Master Liansheng, who has swallowed the flesh and blood into his abdomen, seems to have re-emerged as the respected and compassionate Buddha in an instant. Germany. He looked at Ye Hongyu under his palm and looked at the despair and spiteful curse in the girl's eyes. He stretched out his fingers and slowly slid across her delicate face, and said, "So cute, how can I treat you like this?" "

Ye Hongyu knows the sea and is restrained, her body loses control but her consciousness and perception are still keen. She can clearly feel that she is getting weaker and weaker and feel that the thin fingers on her face are as cold as a snake letter. terror.

"Why would I do this? Why didn't I resist the temptation of blood eating?"

The old monk's eyes became a little hollow and a little confused. He muttered to himself, and suddenly laughed at himself and shook his head and said with emotion: "At first glance, the children in the two caves are still alive. It took decades to condense such a little bit of thought power and exhausted it. Liansheng, you are too weak now."

His expression returned to calm, and he gently explained to himself and the young Sanjin in the room: "I have been struggling with life and death for decades. I may die at any time, so I must eat something."

The tone of the explanation was very ordinary and natural, but it fell into the ears of Ning Que's trio, but it was extremely cold.

Ning Que has been able to confirm at this time that the little Shishu Shan broke through the Demon Zong Mountain Gate decades ago and did not kill him for some reason. Instead, he locked him here with a big prohibition, leaving him with decades of loneliness and starvation. Suffering pain.

Decades of time have passed. No matter how advanced and powerful this old monk is, he can't stand the torture that is not human to bear. Gradually, the lamp is exhausted and he will die. At this time, he changes the magic sect in response to the cycle of time The gate of the mountain reopened and the three of them came by accidentally hitting each other, which became the best hope for the other party to get out of trouble.

Therefore, there are so many talks on the Tao before. The old monk used the compassionate side of the Buddha to let the three gradually relax their vigilance until they use the mantle as a big temptation to confuse the Taoist. One is controlled.

Ning Que frowned and said: "Whether it is Master Liansheng or Liansheng God Seat, both have supreme prestige in the world of practice. I have never heard of your name, but these two girls bow down when they see you. Kow, obviously trust you very much, you can wait for us to rescue you out, why bother to take this risk?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Because you can't untie this formation, only I can break through this cage, and if I want to recover my strength, I must eat you."

"We can't break this cage, but our teachers and elders can."

The old monk laughed and said: "The world can break through the cage set by the madman himself, except for me, there are only a few people from Liao Liao. There are indeed some of your teachers and elders who can, but unfortunately, Liao, Liao and several people know the story of the year and know my secrets. If they know that I am still alive, they will never choose to save me. They will not hesitate to let half of the world accompany me to destroy the funeral and kill me. Then thwart the bones and shed ashes."

Ning Que was startled, and then said: "It seems that you are really not a likable person."

The old monk sighed and continued: "I have been with the bones for so many years. In fact, the hope of leaving in my heart has long been broken, but I did not expect the day when the mountain gate will restart, let alone the first batch of people who entered the mountain gate. They are three cute and cozy kids. I think this is probably the arrangement of fate."

Ning Que was silent, thinking that the world’s three idiots plus his own disciple on the second floor of the academy are probably qualified to cause a few storms in today’s spiritual world. However, in the eyes of this former generation of powerhouses, they are only three. For a cute child, time and things are indeed the most important factors for practitioners.

"The power of thought that I have accumulated over the past few decades is really not much. From the time you entered the temple, I began to use the Buddhist heart-inquiring method. I thought you were the weakest among the three and should be the first to enter the illusion. It’s hard to come out, but I didn’t expect that in the end you were the one who kept your mind clear. I’m curious how you did it."

The old monk looked at him with a free smile and said, although the description is still thin and ugly, but the chic and proud breath overlooking the people is full, like a vain sitting on a hip flask.

Ning Que guessed that he should be taking the time to absorb the **** food in his abdomen, and he did not break it. He kept relaxing and tightening every tiny muscle in his body at a high frequency. He replied, "Probably The temptation you gave is not enough."

The old monk frowned slightly, looked at him and asked: "Is my mantle not attractive to you"

Ning Que said with a mockery: "Of course I yearn for power, but it must be true."

The old monk smiled and said: "The Dao and the devil are able to get into the mind. I have understood for many years and I have never lied to you."

Ning Que said in a daze, "But that still needs to be enchanted."

The old monk looks at the native chicken in the fence like a goshawk in the blue sky, looking at him indifferently, and said: "I said before that the academy is really inferior to one generation, and the word "devil" can scare you like this. ."

Ning Que shook his head and said: "If it is a need before life and death, what does it mean to be enchanted. However, first of all, it must be my own willingness, and I cannot produce doubts. Otherwise, what does it mean to be a Conferred God? It takes some weight. The temptation and temptation you showed by the Buddhist sounds are not enough for me."

There is contempt and disdain in these words.

The Liansheng at this time is not a great monk, but a chic and even domineering madman. He slightly squinted his eyes and mockingly said: "Is there anything in the world that is more attractive than my mantle?"

Ning Que suddenly laughed: "I am a disciple on the second floor of the academy, and I will inherit the mantle of the master in the future. Even if I am in a demon, I can also learn from the things left by the little uncle. Heavier."

The old monk was speechless for a while when he heard this. Even though he was so proud that he regarded the three sects of Taoism, Buddhism and Demons as broken shoes, he did not dare to think that he was higher than the Master. As for the enemy of his life, Ke Haoran left him even more. Endless humiliation and pain.

"And I have never met anyone in the true sense of selflessness in my life. I always thought that a bowl of fragrant omelette noodles would not appear on the table, so the more compassionate you were before, the more I felt a little uncomfortable. ."

Ning Que continued: "I'm very curious about the stories you told earlier, which ones are true? Or are they all ghost stories that you just told to remove our guards?"

Those stories have the shadow of a little uncle, so he is very concerned. It is just an old monk on the bones of the mountain. The young man sitting on the ground is obviously in the critical situation of life and death, but he is very leisurely and willing to say this. Gossip, this picture can't help but look a little weird.

The old monk said with a compassionate expression on his face: "The stories I told earlier are true, but some key points are not fully explained. I planned that beautiful dancing girl and was finally absorbed by me. A corpse, her face was pale and almost transparent after death, but it is strange that her white to transparent face still has a sweet smile, as if asking me why I did this.

He looked at Ning Que and said calmly: "I was very scared of the smile on her face, but I couldn't wipe it off with my hands, so I finally cut her into pieces and ate them into my stomach. That was also the first time I can eat people."

Ning Que was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Who is that dancing girl?"

The old monk smiled and said: "I want to turn Ke Haoran into a madman, and die naturally his woman."

Ning Que heard this ding, the answer, and was silent for a longer time, and asked: "Is it to provoke the war between the academy and the temple? Or is it for some other reason?"

The old monk was silent for a moment, and said blankly: "There is no other reason, but this incident was eventually seen through by Ke Haoran, and Wei Guangming, the elm bump, did not know how to doubt my identity, so I had to be alone. Leaving Taoshan and returning to the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, this is the last thing."

Listening to the murky aura of the other party, Ning Que confirmed that this former powerless man, after being imprisoned by the little master for decades, his vitality is almost extinct, if the frontal fight cannot be the three of his own Opponent, this person actually had such a round in such a short period of time, he was indeed a meticulous and terrifying figure.

But I think that decades ago, this person traversed the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism, and Demons, and finally almost spurred the divisions of the various factions, causing the whole jin...the world to fall into **** hell. People with such great skills should deal with them. It is a matter of course that a person is like a sledgehammer against the chicken, and easily puts himself into such a desperate and dangerous situation.

Ning Que looked at the old monk and asked her real question: "Whether you are in the Tao or the devil or Buddha, you are a highly respected and important person. No matter how you choose your position or even not choose, you can be left in the annals of history. Legend, but you chose the bloodiest and most boring road, why? Why do you have to be an enemy of this world?"

"This sounds familiar." The old monk looked at him and said slowly: "Many years ago, this guy Wei Guangming used to introspect in this way. He did not hesitate to be an enemy of the world because he firmly believed that he was right. , And I am different. The reason why I am an enemy of the world is very simple, because I know that the world is wrong."

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