Nightfall Chapter 112: A visit here, the roadblockers die

There is a big horror between life and death. The life and death of the world are tied to oneself. The level of that horror is even more difficult to imagine. After hearing Ning Que's words, Sangsang remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ning Que reached out and touched her forehead, and found that it was a bit cold, but not as serious as it was when she was ill. After thinking about it for a while, she put on furs for her and hugged her out of the black carriage.

The two stepped on the frosty wasteland and walked to the linden tree.

Looking around, the surrounding area is deserted. Occasionally, a few cold willows have already fallen and withered. I don't know when there will be a sorrowful bird song from afar. The still verdant linden tree is very eye-catching in the wasteland.

Ning Que and Sangsang have been studying Buddhism and reading scriptures in Lanke Temple for many days. They have entered the Zen gate and clearly feel that there are some Buddha natures remaining on the ground under the Bodhi tree. Those Buddha natures are few and give people a sense of desolation. The feeling of longevity.

On the ground under the linden tree, there are a few faint traces, which are as smooth as a mirror. What is wonderful is that no matter the fallen leaves or the dust of countless years, there is no residue in it.

Ning Que looked at the traces and roughly gestured in his head, and found that it was the trace that would be crushed on the ground when a person lay down. The small depression in the front should be the place where the elbow bears the force. , And the next few relatively large ones are the marks left by the body on the ground.

He said to Sangsang: "It is said that when the Buddha was in Nirvana, he was lying on his side and closed his eyes. Now it seems that it is so."

Sangsang didn't understand why he took himself to see this bodhi tree and see the remains of the Buddha.

"Buddha cultivators in the world all want to be able to come and worship this Bodhi tree. We haven't thought about it, but came here. If there is a so-called chance, this is our chance."

Ning Que said: "Learning Buddhism is good for your body. Even if it can only treat the symptoms. It should continue. The Buddha nature remaining under this bodhi tree should be helpful for you to cultivate Buddha."

Sangsang leaned weakly in his arms and said, "Where shall we go in the future?"

Ning Que said: "Of course I am going back to the academy."

Sangsang's body shrinks slightly. Looking a little uneasy, he said: "But I am very worried."

Ning Que frowned slightly and asked, "What are you worried about?"

"The academy wanted to heal my illness, but if my illness is really a mark left by Pluto. How can it be cured? I can feel that the Buddha nature remaining under this bodhi tree is not helpful to me. "

Sangsang said with some sadness: "Have you ever thought that if the college can't cure my disease until the end, the world will soon be destroyed because of me, what should I do then?"

Ning Que was silent for a while and said: "I said I don't care."

Sangsang whispered: "But the master and the brothers will not care like you?"

Ning Que was silent, not knowing how to answer. He knew very well that the teacher and the two brothers really wanted to cure Sangsang's disease. But if the cure is not good, can they really watch the underworld invasion?

Sangsang raised his head, looked at him and said seriously: "Ning Que. Have you ever thought about it. Let's commit suicide?"

Ning Que patted her on the back and said: "If it is the sad stories in the book. It might be the ending, but I have already said that this is not a story in the book. I don't like reading. , Don’t want to die, let alone die."

Sangsang said sadly: "But we have no future."

The invasion of the underworld represents the arrival of Eternal Night and the destruction of the world. Pluto’s daughter is naturally the enemy of the entire world. Even the Academy or the Tang Empire cannot always stand on the opposite side of the entire world. , Which also means that no matter how big the world is, there is no longer a place for them.

Ning Que was silent for a long time and said, "I have read the Ming Scripts of the Book of Heaven, and I have also read the notes left by the Buddha. I know that the Buddha has seen the future of the world, so he will find a way to get such a The Hanging Temple will leave the chessboard and Yulanling in order to deal with the invasion of the underworld."

Sangsang didn't understand why he said these things.

Ning Que looked at her and said, "Master Qishan said that if you try to see the future, even if you just glance at it, the future will change. The Buddha saw the future back then, and he has made so many preparations, then There is a big difference between the natural future he sees and the real future."

Sangsang said: "You mean the future is not doomed, so we don't need to worry?"

Ning Que said: "The future is actually very similar to death. If it is doomed, then the troubles are meaningless. If it can be changed, then we don't need to worry. We just need to work hard to change."

Sangsang said: "I understand, this sentence makes sense."

Ning Que said: "Although I can say something very reasonable occasionally, this sentence is really not what I said, it is the teacher and the old man, so I firmly believe it."

Then he looked into Sangsang's eyes and said: "Maybe the whole world will not allow us to live anymore, we still have to go back to the academy, because if this is the last time we trust, of course we have to leave it to the teacher." /

Sangsang nodded with a smile on his pale face.

Ning Que smiled and said: "You may die at any time. Tomorrow may be the last day. In fact, it is not necessarily a bad thing. At least it can urge us to do a lot of things that we wanted to do before but dared not do."

Sangsang looked at him quietly, plucked up the courage and said: "I want to have a baby with you."

Ning Que was startled, and then said with a wry smile: "It takes a long time to have a baby. Is there anything you want to do now?"

Sangsang asked: "What do you want to do now?"

Ning Que led her to the Bodhi tree, took out a sharp cluster of arrows, and carved a line of small characters on this tree, which was regarded as an absolute symbol by Buddhist believers in the world and sacred and inviolable.

"In the autumn of the sixteenth year of the Apocalypse, Ning Que from the academy and his wife, Sangsang, daughter of Hades, came here for a visit."

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The black carriage was moving lonely on the cold wasteland. Because of the endless wilderness on all sides, the extremely fast carriage looked like it was moving slowly on a piece of black and gray paper.

Ning Que and Sangsang once lived in the wasteland. They are not unfamiliar with this monotony and desolation, and are very familiar with them. They know that even in the wasteland in the northern part of the Central Plains, if they are not lucky. It's possible that you won't see a person for ten and a half months. What's more, this is in the depths of the more desolate extreme west wasteland.

But he didn't expect that, just after the carriage left the linden tree for about ten miles, a person appeared in the field ahead. And it's the kind of person he least wants to meet now.

It was an old monk with a dark face, old monk clothes, and dust.

Walk the world. The three types of people who need to be most vigilant are the monks, Taoists and women, and this wilderness is not far from the Xuankong Temple. No matter how you think this old monk should be related to the Xuankong Temple, Ning Que's expression is weak.

Looking at the black carriage slowly stopping dozens of feet away in front of him, the wrinkles on the old monk's face gradually unfolded, and the rustling gravel between the dark complexion fell, and the tranquil eyes revealed A compassionate look.

The old monk announced the Buddha's name and said: "Who would have thought that the daughter of Hades and Mr. Thirteen from the Academy would actually come to Xuankong Temple. No wonder no matter how hard the world searches, no trace of you can be found."

A cyan curtain hung in front of the black carriage, and the voice of the old monk in the wilderness entered through the curtain. Ning Que listened silently. He lowered his head to make his own preparations, but there was a slight pause in his movements.

Because he heard what the old monk said. The world has searched for himself and Sangsang for a long time, but he and Sangsang didn't just escape from Lanke Temple, why did they alarm the whole world?

The old monk slowly raised his right palm and pressed his hand with one hand on his chest. Thinking of a possibility, the compassion in his eyes became more intense, and he sighed and said, "It seems that Brother Qishan sent you here. What about the chessboard?"

"If we hand over the Buddha chessboard, are you willing to let us go?"

Ning Que looked at the blue curtain in front of him, his voice did not fluctuate, but his face suddenly became pale, his body began to tremble violently, and the thread of the black courtyard uniform that had been torn on his body became denser.

Sangsang knew that he was injured, and was very worried, but pressed his lips tightly without making a sound, he retracted his body into the corner of the carriage, and then covered his body with a bedding.

The old monk sighed and said: "Mr. Thirteen in the Academy is indeed the best combatant in the world, as the rumors say. Knowing the different ways of the underworld, he still doesn't forget my mind, but..."

Here, the words stopped abruptly, the old monk's expression suddenly condensed, and he felt two extremely powerful amulets. He didn't know when he quietly came to him, and then began to cut the cold autumn wind!

In the black carriage, there are many very thin openings in the bedding of Sangsanggai. If you look carefully, you can see that each opening is actually two very tightly attached narrow openings. The cotton is coming from the openings. Burst out.

Ning Que was pale, trembling all over, his fingers slowly and effortlessly stroked in the air in front of him, like a heavy mountain hanging from his fingertips, and the black courtyard clothes on his body were cut into pieces by overflowing amulet. Countless rags, the cyan carriage curtains broke into three pieces, and slowly fell.

The old monk's complexion was slightly condensed, and he sat cross-legged, his palms close to his chest slightly turned sideways, an extremely pure and distant Buddha's breath suddenly emerged, protecting his body like a light mask.

In the black carriage dozens of feet away.

Ning Que retracted his fingers, pulled the bow and set the arrow, the two middle and index fingers pulled the hard and tight bowstring and twisted it slightly, but loosened it, only heard a light pop, and the tail of the iron arrow burst out of white. The air turbulence, and then disappear instantly!

A gloomy mark appeared on the falling cyan curtain. The cyan cloth in the imprint slowly dispersed, thrown into the air like pollen, revealing an extremely round arrow hole.

The cyan curtain was still falling, and the arrow hole above it was forming, and then a moment later, only a hissing and screaming sound was heard, Ning Que's figure tore through the blue curtain, and jumped out of the carriage like lightning, towards the place dozens of feet away. The old monk rushed away!

The two extremely powerful runes in the sky in the wasteland are naturally Ning Que's two characters. These are his most powerful runes. In Lanke Temple, even Qi Nian and Ye Su can’t help it. It was solved in a short period of time, but the dark and old ascetic monk, who was sacred, was able to temporarily resist with Buddha's breath.

But even so, under the terrifying power of the two-character, the old ascetic monk cross-legged and fought against the Buddha's breath. The dusty and gravel body was tethered by the two-character.

In this situation, how can the old ascetic monk avoid the powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrows?

The old monk knew that he couldn't avoid Ning Que's iron arrow. Just when he faintly sensed the strange aura in the black carriage in the distance, he responded in advance.

The old monk has been quietly caressing the surface of the left palm of his knee, suddenly a golden luster appears, it looks like it has become a pure gold and made a Buddha palm!

In a very short period of time, the old monk crushed the autumn wind and lifted the golden left palm, seemingly slow, but quickly blocking his chest. At this moment, the iron arrow had arrived!

The sharp clusters of arrows, carrying incomparably powerful power, hit the old monk's golden and jade-like left palm!

Only a slight impact was heard, and the pieces of the golden jade left palm of the old ascetic monk shattered. There was no blood and flesh at the fracture, and it was glowing with golden brilliance. It was thrown around like sands on the wasteland.

The iron arrow smashed the golden palm of the old monk, but did not stop there. It flew upwards diagonally, and penetrated the left shoulder of the old monk with a sneer. It turned into a stream of light and disappeared. In the distance.

The old monk was seriously injured, his face suddenly pale, but he did not show any fear. On the contrary, he was extremely calm, his chest and abdomen were slightly sunken, he sucked all the air in front of him into his chest, and then his lips opened slightly.

However, at this moment, Ning Que's figure had followed the arrow like lightning.

His right foot stomped heavily on the ground, shaking up dust and icicles, his waist and abdomen exerted force, the Pudao in his hand pierced into the abdomen of the old monk with a puff, and the awe-inspiring burst suddenly broke out with the knife!

There was a rush, like a torrential rain suddenly coming out of a dark cloud, under the powerful power of Pudao's knife and awe-inspiring, the old monk's body became countless pieces of flesh and blood, splashing around.

After a while, those pieces of flesh and blood fell from the air and landed on the hard wasteland ground with a dense crackling sound, like a torrential rain falling from a cloud finally reaching the ground.

Ning Que put the knife into its sheath, took out a fire talisman from his sleeve, threw it on the ground, and then scurried back to the black carriage, without turning around to take a look at the flesh and blood and gradually rising talisman fire.

The black carriage started again and headed for the far distance of the wasteland.

The flames were gradually growing above the wasteland. The flesh and blood of the old ascetic monk was scorched and burnt to ashes. From nowhere, a dozen black crows flew up, smelling the smell of the fire, stern The ground screamed, very unwilling.

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In the black carriage.

Sangsang pale and asked: "Who is it?"

"I don't know, I only know that this ascetic monk is very strong. He is definitely not an ordinary monk in the Xuankong Temple, at least at the level of Master Baoshu, otherwise the two characters will kill him."

Ning Que directed the big dark horse to sprint towards the southeast, took the towel that Sangsang handed over, wiped the blood on his face, and said after a moment of silence: "If he is prepared, it will be difficult for me to kill Him."

Sangsang said: "I don't know who it is, it's so strong, you just killed people like this?"

Ning Que carefully wiped the blood on Pu Dao and said calmly: "People all over the world want to kill us, so from now on, I will kill whoever stops in front of us."

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