Nightfall Chapter 280: Cicada cries
The dense snow in the night forest... But the thin snow that seems to be fluttering... has not been blown away by the roaring night wind, nor has it disappeared without a trace in the dense snow, but lonely and proudly from the sky And descended, ignoring the bad wind and companions around him, slowly falling down, and landed on the shoulders of Sanshi.
The Three Worships of Qinghe County were bound by the handprints of the monk, sitting cross-legged in the snow, unable to make any difference at all, watching the thin snow fall on his shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a little confused.
When the thin snow fell, the monk stopped walking towards the lake, his straw sandals were stuck in the thick snow, then he turned around, looked at the thin snow, and was silent.
Suddenly there was a sound of a thin string in the forest. This sound was rubbing like sharp ice flakes, accompanied by wind and snow, naturally showing a sorrowful feeling, sounding like a cicada.
Cicadas are creatures that belong to the summer, and they are silent in the autumn wind.
In the context, the chill is silence.
However, tonight, the wind and snow are screaming, and countless cicadas appear in this forest!
Those cicadas are hiding behind the branches, hiding in the upturned bark, hanging among the cobwebs, sitting in the ice and snow, watching the snow and wind falling from the sky, the monk screaming wantonly.
The sound of cicadas.
Man Lin Hanchan.
The sound of the chilling cicadas in the forest is getting denser and colder, and more and more mournful, the thick snow accumulated on the trees is shaken down, but the sky above the lake front snow forest seems to have two large and transparent sides The invisible cicada wings obscured the entire sky, so that the sound of cicadas here did not overflow the forest.
The stern sound of cicadas, colder than ice and snow...More elusive than the night wind, sounded everywhere, fell silent everywhere, revived everywhere, and finally fell in the ears of the monk.
The sound of cicadas in the forest seemed to say indifferently: Looking back is the shore.
The monk's expression became more and more serious as he heard the more and more mournful cicadas.
His name is Qi Nian.
He comes from the Xuankong Temple, an incomparable place, and is an extremely powerful Buddha walking in the world.
Because of the records in the scriptures of the temple, he came to Chang'an City from afar... to see the legendary son of Hades... He was even ready to kill that person even when facing the academy... .
Since practising the closed mantra, his Zen heart has become more firm and his will has become more determined. Even the countless strong in Chang'an city, the mountain in the south of the city, can't let his mind shift a little.
Speaking of truth, no sound can stop his footsteps.
But these dusting sounds are different.
Because he knows that these cicada sounds represent a person.
That is the most mysterious person in the world, even the most terrifying person in the world.
Don't say it is him, even if the first lecture of the Hanging Temple is here, listening to these sad cicadas must be treated with the most cautious attitude.
Qinian's expression is solemn... even with the respect that a junior should have, but his eyes are still firm, and he slowly stretched his fingers towards Yanming Lake behind him.
He used this action to tell the person behind the cicada's sound that his other shore is over there.
The Three Enshrines of Qinghe County At this time, his body was bound by the snow ropes transformed by Buddhist handprints, and he couldn't move at all...but he could see, hear, and listen to the mournful sound of chills in the forest...Looking at the piece of shoulder Snow thin as a cicada's wings, his face became paler and paler... his expression became more and more alarmed.
He is a great practitioner who knows his fate. He knows many secrets of the world of practice in Qinghe County Tibetan. Although he is not sure, he has vaguely guessed the identity of the man in the forest.
Can trigger a huaming in such a snowy night, and make the Xuankong Temple Dade look so dignified, naturally, he can only be the most mysterious Sect Master in the world, a cicada for twenty-three years!
After the Demon Sect Mountain Gate was destroyed, this force that once caused a **** storm in the world is already covered, but no one dares to ignore the contemporary Sect Master of the Demon Sect.
For many years, no one has seen this demon sect master, no one has even heard of this person, so this sect master has become the most mysterious legend in the world of cultivation.
There are rumors that the Sect Master of the Demon Sect has become a pile of bones after 23 years of training. However, some people say that the Sect Master of this generation is hiding somewhere in the world, watching the world indifferently. The ups and downs may appear at any time, and the wind and rain again.
But no matter how you think about it, no one in the spiritual world will forget this person. Even people who firmly believe that he is dead are actually frightened and uneasy when they return to their dreams. They always feel that one day in the future, this demon sect master, Will reappear in front of the world at a moment that no one can imagine.
It is indeed a moment that no one can imagine.
At least it was an unimaginable moment in Qinghe County's Three Dedications.
Just before the decisive battle between Ning Que of the Academy and General Xiahou, both Taoism and Buddhism traveled across the world. When the situation met in Chang'an City, the cicada reappeared in the world for 23 years!
The Three Worships were terrified, but then, he thought that the Sect Master of the Demon Sect was now confronting the Dade of the Xuankong Temple, he might be able to find a ray of life, and his eyes rolled subconsciously.
His eyes rolled slightly, and the outside light saw the thin snow on his shoulder.
Then he remembered that he had forgotten some things in the legend.
In the legend, the Sect Master of the Demon Sect does not kill many people, but that is because he disdains the killing of ordinary people. He believes that only major practitioners who know their fate are qualified to be killed by themselves.
In the legend, the reason why the demon sect lord is the most mysterious person in the world is because he will kill everyone who has heard the cicadas.
Three offerings are the realm of fate, and he heard the cicadas tonight.
Sanshifu tried to understand this, and then died.
The snow thin as a cicada's wings fluttered up and gently dragged it into his old neck.
Blood spurted out from its neck... it rushed into the wind and snow, making a hissing sound.
It's like the cicada screaming.
The cicada's sound is the vibration of the tympanic membrane of the cicada's abdomen, which can vibrate ten thousand times in an instant, so the silk can be cracked in the clear place, tears can be made in the desolate place, and the depressed place can be depressed.
The sound of blood splashing is the frictional vibration of blood and wound. It is similar to the principle of cicadas, so the sound is also very similar and can be equally tragic.
The dumb monk turned and looked at the three worshippers of Qinghe County, who was sitting cross-legged in the deep snow... slightly frowned, knowing that this was a warning from the man in the forest. He is a disciple of Buddhism, who can kill but does not want to kill, so he used the handprints of Buddhism to bind the worshiper, but he did not expect that he became an accomplice of the powerful demon sect.
The monk knew why the 23-year-old cicada reappeared in the world, and why he used the sound of the cicada to prevent him from walking towards Yanming Lake.
Because Xiahou is a traitor to the Demon Sect, who is bound to kill by Cicada in 23 years.
If the Sect Master of the Demon Sect is really dead... then naturally there is nothing... But since he is still alive, then he must kill Xiahou, or watch Xiahou die.
Because of the Academy and the Tang court, this Demon Sect Sovereign probably endured it for many years. Now that the Academy is determined to take action against Xiahou, how can he allow others to intervene?
Twenty-three years, the cicada may fear the Master.
But he will never fear the Hanging Temple or Zhining Temple.
The dumb monk can understand the intention of Cicada's voice, but it doesn't mean he can accept it.
Buddha Sect has always been called a quiet outside road by the Haotian Taoist school... But after all, it is a genus of the right way. Although he knows that the Demon Sect powerhouse in the forest is unfathomable and his will is as strong as him, how can he stay away?
He is the descendant of Xuankong Temple, Qi Nian.
He became angry, out of anger.
It's not Jiao, it's not angry.
The monk is still pursing his mouth tightly, his eyes are firm... his hands are illusory in front of the kapok robes, and between his beards, they form a handprint that means bitterness.
Buddha's Great Handprint is the brightest and most powerful Immovable King Seal.
The two seemingly ordinary fingers in front of the old robes, their fingers are like orchids...they are separated, the majestic breath follows the direction of the handprints and spreads around the snow forest.
There is no sound and no interest...The snow in the forest suddenly scattered to the sky, and the wind and snow in the sky were suddenly halted.
The cicadas cry everywhere in the night forest...and also stagnate.
But then, the cicada sounded again, and this time it became brighter and more violent.
It was as if a friend laughed loudly and presumptuously.
The snow in the forest is faster, and the fall is faster. The snow that has just shaken from the ground instantly re-covered the ground, and the snow fluttering in the air sneered and shot towards Qi Nian's body.
Qinian's expression remained unchanged, his straw sandals lightly stepped on the snow, his right calf was tied up, and he hit the knee of his left leg, sitting on the snow, sitting on a snow lotus plate.
The snow flakes shooting all over the sky, like countless cicadas, whistling and hitting Qi Nian's body.
The surface of Qi Nian's body seems to have an invisible barrier.
The snow flakes could no longer move forward when they were still half an inch away from his body. However, the snow flakes did not fall, but stuck to the surface of his body like cotton wool.
But in an instant, his robes were covered with snow, only his head, face and hands with immovable Mingwang seals were still outside, looking like a snowman.
Qinian looked into the depths of Yelin, watching the frost growing on the key hairs, the muscles on her cheeks twitched slightly, as if he was hesitant to speak more
He has been practising for fifteen years with a closed mantra, is he finally about to speak tonight?
Now friends.
A voice suddenly sounded deep in Yelin.
The voice is so quiet.
A sharp contrast with the violent cicadas in the forest.
But with such a quiet voice, the words spoken are so cold.
"If you speak, I will make a hundred thousand dumb people in the world."
Hearing this, the monk furiously opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the night forest. The frost on his burning eyelashes evaporated into water vapor, and the snow on his body turned into warm water.
He knows that even if he breaks the precept tonight, he may not be able to defeat that person, but that person will surely be able to set off a **** storm in the world.
If you are facing the master of the college or the second master, or even the master, the monk can ignore it, because he knows that the college will act so shamelessly.
But that person is a cicada for twenty-three years.
That man can do everything.
So he was angry, but still couldn't open it. .
The man in the depths of Yelin didn't speak anymore after saying this, but Qi Nian knew that he was still here because the cicadas were still singing.
The monk couldn't speak, and naturally he couldn't sigh. He could only sigh gently in his heart, then let go of the immovable king seal, put his palms together to guard his heart, and then slowly closed his eyes.
The snow flakes continued to fly down like cicadas, covering the monk's body, covering the monk's facial features, turning the descendant of the Xuankong Temple into a snowman in the night forest.
The snow fell all day and night, and at this time it suddenly became smaller.
The cicadas in the forest gradually weakened, but they looked more and more mournful.
The chill is stern.
For the night of Donghu Lake, the first snow breaks.
(Make me excited. This is also the picture I wanted to write for a whole year. About half of the fun of writing novels. Let’s stop here. I will rest tomorrow and Saturday. See you the day after tomorrow.)
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