Nightfall Chapter 168: Buddha head and meat buns

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Different from Lan Ke’s visit to the sea to see the sea, this middle-aged ascetic monk who stood silently on the morning street drinking water in a broken cassock had a clear and clear purpose in coming to Chang’an City. It was to take the opportunity of challenging the people who entered the world in the academy to abolish or simply kill Ning Que.

Ning Que hadn’t rested for a whole day and night. He didn’t sleep or even sat down. He didn’t eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water. His many emotional entanglements made his mind exhausted to the extreme. Facing such a terrible person The Buddhist masters seem to have a reason to die no matter how they look.

Yesterday early in the morning, when she found that Sangsang ran away from home, and it seemed that she might never see her again, Ning Que met the greatest fear in this life, and even had the urge to die for the first time. He was under Yanming Lake late at night. When scolding the lake, he also tangledly wanted to die like this.

However, Sangsang is still in Chang'an. He finally made a difficult decision. How could he die at this moment? If he died at this time, wouldn't all the suffering he experienced before would be wasted? If he was going to die at this time, he might as well live the night in a red sleeve trick.

The middle-aged monk wanted to kill him, and he didn't want to die so he wanted to kill him.

The white lotus jade that filled the sky, after all, could not really be Sangsang's little feet, so no matter whether it is a stone Buddha or a **** hidden behind the rain, he can't stop him from holding a **** umbrella to go there.

As long as that is not the Sangsang that he can never defeat.

Then the gods will kill the gods, and the Buddhas will kill the Buddha.

The **** umbrella is so big that it covers both eyes and the sky.

The white lotus is slowly falling, some falling on the thick and greasy black umbrella surface, slowly melting invisible, some falling on the black umbrella surface, like dew drops on the drum surface, with a slap accelerating towards The sky bounced back, and more white lotuses approached the black umbrella, and then scattered around in fear.

Ning Que, holding the **** umbrella, walked towards the blood-stained stone Buddha in the distance. His steps were slow and steady, and his expression was calm and unhurried, like a man walking on a lake bridge to pick willows on the other side. Tourists.

As he walked around, the sky and the rain were disturbed, and tens of thousands of lotus petals escaped from the slow-moving black umbrella, forming countless turbulences.

Thousands of tens of thousands of lotus petals whizzed and whizzed in the air, flew toward the deserted and lonely higher sky, and then fell precariously and landed on the face of the stone Buddha. Because of the sticky blood, once the lotus petals fall, they will not fly away, gradually covering the entire face of the stone Buddha.

The white lotus petals are densely covered on the face of the stone Buddha, and the overlapping edges are faintly oozing viscous blood, making these petals extraordinarily clear and terrifying because of the denseness.

Ning Que wandered through the lotus rain that had faded and sparsely held a **** umbrella.

He is getting closer and closer to the stone Buddha.

The middle-aged monk named Dao Shi is indeed very powerful, both in his own realm of cultivation and in his application of various Buddhist methods, and he has even reached the level of Dao Chi Ye Hongyu.

However, it is a pity that he is a monk who uses Zen to move and kill people.

The target he wanted to kill with Zen thought was Ning Que, who was carrying a **** umbrella.

Ning Que didn’t have much battle experience with Nianshi, so he was directly transferred to the Lotus Pure Land by a middle-aged monk before, and entered a very dangerous situation. However, when he relied on his powerful mind and powerful physical abilities after entering the devil After that moment of panic, he mastered all the situation.

In theory, Ning Que is the most terrifying existence among practitioners in the same realm. However, the **** umbrella can isolate the attack of invisible thought power, so Ning Que, who is holding the **** umbrella, is all the masters in the world. Nightmare.

Because he has great doubts about the reason why the middle-aged monk killed himself, Ning Que wanted to know the secret behind the scenes, so he took the lotus in his body before, and he did not hesitate to use this pain to delay time asking questions, maybe He just simply wants to make himself more painful? Physical pain can often relieve some mental pain or boredom, and at this time he is indeed bored to the edge of collapse.

With a fixed mind, no longer thinking about the rest, Ning Que's killing intent was revealed.

A powerful killing intent was transmitted to the **** umbrella through the handle of the umbrella he held tightly, and then spread to the space around him, making the sky and rain fall away with fear, covering the blood of the stone Buddha face.

Because Sangsang ran away from home, the murderous intent on his body was brewing from the early morning of yesterday to the sun. As he searched in Chang'an City, he gradually condensed the horror. At that time, he almost wanted to lift the entire Chang'an City. Turning, I was dried by the night wind on the lakeside last night until the sausages were generally spicy and hard.

It can be served with wine, and it can kill people.

Ning Que walked to the feet of the stone Buddha, carried the **** umbrella on his shoulders like a knife, and looked up.

The face of the stone Buddha is covered with dense lotus petals, and blood seeps between the petals.

The Buddha's eyes are outside the petals, but the feelings of compassion and anger at the beginning have been replaced by panic.

Ning Que looked at the Buddha's face full of blood lotus, and was silent for a moment. His right hand hanging beside him was a knife, and a distance of hundreds of feet, he cut it away with a palm.

There was no sharp sound of a knife breaking through the air.

There is no such thing as a sword.

The sparse lotus rain dances gently.

There is no sound in front of the Buddha.

However, there was a huge deep knife mark on the Buddha's face.

The knife mark was formed from the Buddha's bun and stretched diagonally to the lower left, cutting through the Buddha's lips that looked like a smile.

The lotus between the marks of the knife smashed into mud, soaked in blood and water slowly flowed.

The confusion in Shifo's eyes was quickly replaced by fear and shock.

The lotus petals began to fall off the face of the stone Buddha. I don't know if it was because of the adhesion of blood, each petal fell off, which would drag a small stone.

The lotus flower gradually faded, and the original cracks on the Buddha's face became deeper, and it was already full of holes, but the remaining eyebrows, nose, lips and lips were all cracked and peeled into stone rain, falling towards the ground.

It looks like wind and rain for tens of millions of years, all condensed in this instant.

The stone Buddha collapsed suddenly, causing some smoke and a few lotus petals.

Ning Que stood in front of the rock pile holding the **** umbrella.

When a mind moves, it means 10,000 miles, or 10,000 years.

The battle in the spiritual world has been going on for a long time, but on the real Changan Chen Street, time has just passed for a very short moment.

In this moment, the skinny monk who committed suicide by caesarean section had more hot sausage in his left hand. The pale Chen Pipi thought that Ning Que was dead, and then he decided to get rid of his obsession and Rules, from then on his **** life of exterminating Buddha.

After this moment, there was a breeze coming from the street.

The breeze dissipated the heat from the steamed bun shop, blowing the corners of Ning Que's clothes, blowing his scribbled black hair, and blowing the **** umbrella behind him slightly shake.

With the wind, Ning Que's body exudes a breath, which is full of the smell of life, but it is so proud and confident, powerful and awe-inspiring to the extreme.

Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged monk by the shop door.

Following this look, the middle-aged monk made a soft sound between his eyebrows and sank down.

The sound is very soft, but it looks terrifying on the street in the early morning.

The lotus pure land of the middle-aged monk was destroyed, and the Buddha's life had been destroyed, and countless thoughts were blocked back by the strange **** umbrella, and the sea of consciousness was shattered in that moment!

The middle-aged monk looked at Ning Que in perplexity, despair, anger and sadness. Two lines of blood leaked from the corners of his lips, his throat croaked, and his weak and mute voice yelled, "You really are." ..."

When he was dying, his words were anxious, but he only had time to say the word "Twilight".

Chen Pipi's face was pale, and she flicked the wide sleeves of the hospital uniform.

The skinny monk who stopped in front of him roared, and the sharp knife inserted in his abdomen made a splash of blood and sprayed it on Chen Pipi, trying to stop him for another moment.

Chen Pipi had already been blocked by him for a moment. At this moment, under the shock of his heart, where would he be given another chance, the vitality of the world between the wide sleeves was shaken and collected, and it was easy to exhaust all the blood sprayed on him. With a hissing sound, the cuffs broke into filaments one by one, shot out like lightning, and then turned into catkins, gently bends the middle-aged monk's withered lips, and forced the last scene back.