Nightfall Chapter 15: The other side of the lake, the world of blood
The discussion on the other side of the lake became louder and louder. Ning Que and Sangsang could hear clearly. After a moment of silence, he stepped onto the narrow bridge and walked towards the other bank. Qu Nimadi and Lu Chenjia were forced to follow Behind him.
As he walked up the narrow bridge, the discussion of the people on the lakeside stopped again and became quiet again. Those at the bridge head were even more panicked, backing back again and again, and someone almost fell and was trampled on.
I don’t know who yelled in the crowd, and the curse was louder again. Those who were frightened back rushed back to the bridge, and it may be because they felt that the previous silence and retreat were too embarrassing. This time, people's scolding became more and more filthy, talking about all kinds of **** and cruel methods, and those who rushed back to the bridge were flushed with excitement, and even almost broke through the moon pawns and practitioners. Line of defense.
Foul language and intimidation continued to pass into Ning Que’s ears. He ignored him, looking into the distance to the southwest of Baita Temple, feeling the powerful aura that made him frighten and uneasy getting closer. Although Dao Qi didn't move fast, he came here from outside the West City Gate, but as long as he kept moving, he would eventually arrive.
Sangsang gripped the handle of the **** umbrella tightly, his small face became paler and paler, after a moment of silence, he took the position and speed of the breath now.
Ning Que looked slightly stern, knowing that there was not much time left for him, and looked at the people on the shore of the lake getting closer and closer, thinking that the fanatical people basically gathered in the White Pagoda Temple, so as long as you break through these people in front of you, He and Sangsang had a chance to escape Chaoyang City. However, the problem was that looking at the black and overwhelmed crowd, there were no counts of how many people there were. How easy was it to rush over?
I don't know when the seven masters appeared before the narrow bridge.
"Let the crowd disperse. I will fight you."
Ning Que looked into the eyes of the monk of the Xuankong Temple. Ignoring the anger of the people around him, he calmly said: "If you think my request is too excessive, then you can let all the practitioners of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism take action."
Master Qi Mei said: "You know. The crowd can't disperse now. If you insist on fighting here against Buddhism and Taoism, many people will definitely die."
Ning Que said: "If you don't want the blood flowing in Chaoyang City today. Then you will clear the way. The crowd may not listen to your orders, but the practitioners and soldiers will definitely listen."
His words are not even a temptation. He just said it casually. He never thought that the other party would agree. However, contrary to his expectation, the seven masters did not hesitate, stretched out their hands and gestured for the arrow in front of the bridge. Withdraw his hands to both sides. At the same time, Xiling Shenwei and dozens of monks also gave way.
The only people who stopped in front of Ning Que were the dark, oppressive crowd formed by ordinary people, with complex expressions and panic. An angry ordinary person.
"Even if we let the road open. Can you get out?" Master Qi Mei asked calmly.
Ning Que was silent and understood the intention of Buddhism. Then he keenly noticed that a monk walked into the crowd silently, and then suddenly there was agitated, with excited and angry slogans.
If the previous crowds seemed to be full of energy, the sea was shaking gently, and only occasionally beating the sea with a few waves on the reef, then this sea is now beginning to make waves until the storm is devastated.
"Kill the daughter of Hades!"
"Don't let them go!"
The crowd shouted in anger more and more, and the whole episode became more and more powerful, but the atmosphere in the room became more and more noisy, like a mansion whose beams were cut off. May collapse at any time.
The seven masters announced the Buddha's name and said calmly: "Look, it's not that we don't let it, but the people don't let it."
Ning Que looked at the middle-aged monk and said: "The second brother's evaluation of the Buddha Zong is indeed correct."
Master Qi Mei wanted to know how the proud academy Junmo views Buddhism, and asked: "What does Mr. Er say?"
Ning Que said: "Second brother said that all monks deserve to die."
Seven masters were slightly angry when he heard the words, but listening to the shouts around him, he looked at the people with fanatical expressions, his face showed a trace of shame, Heshi stopped talking.
Ning Que walked down the narrow bridge with Sangsang on his back, and finally stood on the land on the other side of the lake.
In front of him was a crowd of black and heavy people. There was no sea of people at the end. Everyone glared at him and shouted angrily, holding a shovel or a stone in their hands.
Countless faces came into Ning Que's sight. There were wrinkled faces of old people, childish faces of children, faces of women painted in powder, and faces of idlers with fleshy faces. They were all human faces.
These faces are either frightened, or angry, or use anger to cover up their fear, or use anger to vent their usual dissatisfaction. No matter what kind of emotions are ordinary people's emotions, because they are ordinary people.
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Ning Que said: "You are the Princess of Moon Country, let these people make way."
Lu Chenjia was silent, and Qu Nimadi was also silent.
Ning Que said: "You are not these ordinary people. You will not be teased like lunatics by the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, so I don't believe you will give up your life for this world."
Lu Chenjia said: "My heart is dead. I have been worshipped by the people for many years, but there is no return. If only Sangsang dies, the world can continue to exist, then at least I can't harm them."
Qu Nimadi said coldly: "I don't care about the world, but as long as you die, I don't care about death."
Ning Que heard this, shook his head, and then walked a few steps forward.
The crowd retreated sharply.
I don't know where, suddenly the voice of the monks chanting scriptures sounded. People looked around and found that they were the scriptures of the past life they had learned since childhood, and they subconsciously sang along with them.
The sound of the scriptures echoed in the White Pagoda Temple, becoming more and more tidy and magnificent. Suddenly, bells joined in, and it suddenly seemed more and more tranquil, but the tranquility was full of tragic and solemn meaning.
Dozens of monks lightly declared the Buddha's name, showing compassion and solemnity.
Ning Que knew that this situation could not be allowed to continue. The people in Chaoyang City were originally Buddhist believers. Once these monks and these sutras arouse courage or hypnotism, then it will be in trouble.
He looked up at the dark clouds above Chaoyang City and saw the annoying black crows hovering incessantly. He looked down at the ground where his feet were standing, and saw a few hard-working ants walking in the mud. Then he raised his head and looked at the crowd gradually approaching him, slowly holding the handle of the knife with his right hand.
With a cry, Park Dao came out of her sheath.
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An idle man rushed forward, his arm flew into the air, blood spurted wildly, and fell down with a howl. A pious old woman waved her arms to Ning Que's face, her hands suddenly broke.
An excited student smashed Sangsang on Ning Que's back with a wooden stick, but the wooden stick broke from it strangely, and then his person also broke off from the waist and abdomen in two.
Ning Que walked towards the opposite crowd with Sangsang on his back, covered in red blood, but there was no change in the expression on his face, his calmness remained, even his footsteps were still stable.
Walk past the idle man sitting in a pool of blood holding her broken shoulder and howling, past the devout old woman who was kneeling in a pool of blood and looking pale and looking at her broken bowl, and past students who were struggling in a pool of blood, twisted and miserable...
He walked on the other side of the lake, in the world of blood.
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