Nightfall Chapter 84: Enchanted (9)

Ning Que knew why the old monk suddenly admired the academy, because the academy dared to accept people like himself, and needed an unimaginable mindset and an inclusive attitude. This academy deserves everyone's admiration.

He proudly said: "The world is better than a college."

The old monk mocked and said: "However, the college will eventually become a ruin."

Ning Que said: "Everything in the world is like this, but at least the academy will not become ruins because of your curse."

The old monk quietly looked at this seriously injured and weak but still proud and confident young man, as if he saw his friend many years ago. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "How many years has Ke Haoran died?"

Ning Que was startled, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"I told him that Haoran sword has entered the devil's way, but he doesn't care. I warned him that if he is so proud, he will be punishable by Haotian one day. He still doesn't care. Now he must have been transformed into Fly ash is scattered all over every stream and every mountain in the world, and I don’t know if he is still so proud at this time, hahahaha..."

The old monk laughed like a lunatic, and another turbid tear squeezed out of his eyes.

Ning Que said: "Little Master is proud even if he is dead."

The old monk raised his head, looked at him Hanhan and said: "But he died in front of me after all, so I won."

Ning Que mocked and said: "Some people are dead, but he is still alive, and some people are alive, but he is dead."

The old monk said with emotion: "What a little guy with sharp teeth."

"Will I succeed next time?"

Ning Que suddenly and sincerely asked for advice. The body under the cotton-padded clothes was still trembling slightly at a very high frequency. Although this method was extremely physical, it was the only way to maintain mobility under the control of the opponent's terrorist realm.

The old monk looked at him and said sincerely: "There won't be another time."

Ning Que said: "You are indeed the most powerful existence I can imagine, but you who have been imprisoned for decades are nothing more than a degraded emperor, but I am a young and strong person who just came down the mountain. The fierce tiger, the fan cage isolation of heaven and earth’s vitality has no effect on me. I am used to doing things with my strength. Without reason, you recover faster than me."

The old monk smiled and said: "Sure enough, my teeth are sharp and my mouth is sharp. It's a pity that I'm too old to have teeth."

After saying this, he lowered his head to look at Ye Hongyu naked and took a bite.

Ye Hongyu raised her brows suddenly, but refused to lower her head. He watched stubbornly the old monk eating his own flesh and blood, as if to remember this scene deeply in his mind until the underworld did not want to forget.

The old monk does not have teeth, so he uses his gums to chew, which is extremely difficult, just like a toothless lion dying, trying to tear away the tight-skinned doe, blood from the old lips The horns kept dripping.

After a while, the old monk raised his head and looked at Ning Que with a smile and said, "You want to make time, and I want to make time too. After digesting the first **** food, the second **** food will be absorbed faster. There is no need to struggle anymore. It will be more joyful to greet death peacefully. After I finally put the three of you into my stomach to recover my skills, I destroyed this cage and floated out of the mountain in one fell swoop. The world will be mine, and wait. If it's the three of you."

Because of the flesh and blood in his mouth, the old monk’s voice is a bit vague, but it is still warm like spring water. His old lips are wrinkled and blood drips under his chin, but his smile is as compassionate as the light of Buddha. The bone mountain and corpse sea seemed like a holy lotus seat, filled with clear light, such an image of Buddha and demons, it was really terrifying to the extreme.

Ning Que knew what he said was true. He thought about all the life-saving methods beside him, but he couldn't find a way to break the current crisis. Whether Master Yan Se left him the kit, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows or the runes on the Pu Dao, he needed to communicate with nature. Exerting real power, he could not help thinking of death in silence.

He stared at the old monk firmly and said: "Even if you can go out, this world will not be yours."

The old monk remembered the green robe, smiled and said: "I have a connection with the Dao and the Demon, so why fear the world?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "There is still a Master in the world.

The old monk was silent for a moment and said: "The master will always die. The people in the academy are too proud, and the more proud people are, the easier it is to die. This is the fate of the master and the destiny of the academy, which cannot be reversed."

Ning Que frowned slightly and said, "Crazy talk and crazy talk."

The old monk suddenly asked: "Which is the queen of the Tang Dynasty in Chang'an City? How many generals of the peak of martial arts have appeared in the past few years? Has the Heavenly Demon Dance ever reappeared? Ke Haoran was killed by Tianzhu, does the Master have Killing Taoshan? I mean, something is wrong, this little girl claims to be the judge of the Secretary of State, hasn’t the temple been destroyed?"

Ke Haoran was killed by Tianzhu, and the master went to Peach Mountain. In his opinion, the temple on Peach Mountain was naturally destroyed. At this time, he was convinced that the Xiling Temple still existed. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled because he believed that his plan would not have any loopholes.

For several consecutive questions, Ning Que didn't know how to answer. The seemingly mad question, but there seemed to be a lot of historical dust hidden in those dust, and there were many hidden secrets in those dust.

"I arranged a lot of things before the collapse of the mountain gate. I arranged for the saint to go south. I believe she will do what I confessed. I arrange many disciples to go south. I believe that some of them can do what I confessed. "

The old monk looked at him and smiled, his smile full of confidence and even domineering look.

"The Ming sect of the year was already decayed, even if it was destroyed by Ke Haoran’s hand, I don’t feel pitiful. New shoots grow on the scorched earth. I would rather create a brand new demon sect on the ruins. The new demon sect is rooted in Tang Guoqiang's powerful and fertile land, once a new birth is bound to be a pioneering existence."

"I believe these arrangements of mine should have been gradually taking effect after such a long time. Then I only need to wait quietly for the Master to die and go, then who do you think this world will be?"

Ning Que listened to the cold all over, and wondered whether there are countless powerful demons hidden in the city of Chang'an today? And all these people listened to him to arrange southward? If this person were allowed to escape the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, how many storms would happen in the world?

"But at the time you should have thought that the little uncle would kill you. Once you die, even if you have so many backhands and arrangements in the Central Plains, what is the point?"

The old monk laughed at him slightly, just like Bai Xue on the top of the mountain looked at the insects in summer, and said: "Even if I die, these arrangements of the year still exist. You laymen never seem to understand. The meaning of survival and death is not important. What is important is whether we can transform this old world and usher in a new world, and then combine the ability of the new world to change certain rules. If we can do this, I will die. What can I do?"

Ning Kuai asked: "What rules?"

The old monk responded: "The rules of the avenue."

Ning Que asked: "If...you still can't change after planning your life, what should you do?"

The old monk responded with a smile: "At least I worked hard."

Ning Que frowned and said, "Just for your attempt, will you let the whole world be buried?"

The old monk calmly said: "What is the cause of the destruction of the world?"

This is probably the source of the so-called conspirator’s pleasure. Ning Que thought silently in his heart. I really admire the old monk’s thinking and planning in this life to the extreme, but also fear to the extreme, because lunatics are always invincible. .

At this moment, the famous Master Liansheng in Ning Que's eyes is a complete lunatic. He doesn't understand what this person is saying. Even if he can understand some of it, he doesn't know what the other person is saying. It is true, which sentence is false, and even now he still can't tell what kind of person the other party is.

This old monk is sometimes innocent and pure like a newborn baby, sometimes fierce like a woman in the market, sometimes passionate like a young scholar in the capital, and sometimes passionate like a young knight holding a sword, sometimes Compassion and compassion are like a Buddhist monk, sometimes cruel and indifferent like a demon.

No matter what kind of image is very real, there is no trace of falsehood at all. The various faces are completely different, but they all come from the original heart and are purely heart palpitating. It is like the saying that if you become a Buddha you become a Buddha. If you want to become a demon, you will become a demon. The true Buddha and the true demon look at this world with compassion or indifference.

He is simple but fickle, lonely and fragile, complicated and hateful, sometimes jealous and sometimes insidious, likes to fight and sometimes complain, selfish and boring but perverted and adventurous, loves sophistry and fantasies, kind and fraternity but with hatred and revenge, tyrannical condemnation, he He is proud when he is brilliant, sad when he is silent, he is contradictory and hypocritical, joy but pain, great but small. (Note)

The lotus has thirty-two, with different petals.

It's hard to imagine a person's personality and thoughts are so complicated.

Ning Que Weihan thought, does this person actually have thirty-two personalities?

When the old monk finished speaking, he calmly closed his eyes like a water lily that had converged in the night, and then began to use the magic sect secret method to digest and absorb the flesh and blood of Dao idiots into the body's vitality power.

Ning Que's voice echoed in the quiet room, but now no one answered his words anymore. These voices seemed so monotonous and uneasy, even faintly desperate.

"There are no demons in the world. When there are more people like you, there will be demons."

"No matter what role you play, you are the devil."

"The lotus is born thirty-two, and the petals are all dirty."

"The Dao and the Demon will become gods through communication, but they may also become neurotic."

No matter what Ning Que said, the old monk in White Bone Mountain no longer had any reaction. The seemingly philosophical words that he exhausted his thoughts were all wasted in the dry air and could not be irritated. The other party, it is even more unlikely that the other party will have some holes in his mind because of these words.

Ning Que was unable to rest his head on Mo Shanshan’s shoulders and looked at the blue stones on the roof. He knew in his heart that after the old monk had completely digested and absorbed the second flesh and blood full of the Haotian Taoist breath, his realm would be restored to the point that he could not touch it. At that time, there was no way to change the ending of death, and his eyes were a little bleak.

The light in the Demon Temple room is getting darker and darker, probably the world outside the mountain has entered the night, and the temperature is getting lower.

He looked up at the mottled sword marks on the roof stone wall, the sword marks left by the little uncle, and the sword marks that formed a cage that trapped Liansheng for thirty-two years, gently in his heart. Sigh.

Just looking at it at will, he did not deliberately control his mind, probably because of the habit of using the eight methods of eternal characters to solve the characters in the old-Piaotian Literature -, the dense sword marks naturally separated in his vision, and gradually Clear.

Ning Que's gaze stayed on those sword marks for a long time, and his mind walked along with the marks, and gradually a certain feeling came into being. This feeling was very vague, elusive and difficult to distinguish, but his body was warmed by it.