Nightfall Chapter 24: Read it

Many years ago, after the Master returned to Chang'an City from his travels, he imprisoned Ning Que in a cliff cave in the cliff of Houshan. During that long life in captivity, Ning Que had learned many things in order to break Guan, including the lack of awe-inspiring aura. So he thought this cliff was nothing to him.

But he forgot the eye-catching array on the cliff. In addition to perceiving the cultivator's mind power fluctuations and the changes in the vitality of the world, he can also feel the peeping gaze. As long as someone looks at the cliff, the cliff will enter that person’s eyes. The magical thing is that even if you close your eyes and don’t look at it, as long as you think about it and don’t have the idea of ​​completely restraining yourself from looking at the cliff, the cliff will still think that you are looking at it, and it will collapse like a seat. The mountain peaks are just like that, directly into the eyes, and then into the mind, setting off countless giants.

Ning Que's eyes were instantly stabbed by tens of thousands of sharp swords. His face was extremely painful, and his face became extremely pale. Immediately after the sea of ​​consciousness was shot by the cliff, it set off stormy waves and was in pain.

This kind of pain is so intense that even if the will is as strong as him, he can't bear it at all. As soon as the eyes are dark, he releases his fingers and falls down the cliff.

There is night mist around the cliff, and underneath the clouds is a vast abyss. No one knows what is on the gloomy ground without the sky all year round. The most important thing is that it is too high.

No matter how powerful the body of the demon sect practitioner is, it is impossible to completely ignore the power of the earth. The empress empress jumped from the head of Chang'an and died, even if Yu Lian was the master of the demon sect for twenty-three years. After falling from the blue sky, his leg bones were all broken. The height of the cliff where Ning Que was at this time was not much different from the sky. If he just fell into the abyss like this, he would surely be shaken to death by the earth.

His body rubbed against the cliff wall, making a rustling sound, the cool night wind whizzed past his ears, and the falling speed was getting faster and faster. The situation was extremely dangerous, and death was under him.

In the process of whereabouts, Ning Que remembered a lot of things—not those sweet or sour memories, but the spiritual skills he learned—he wanted to find a way to stay away from death.

However, both the academy and the demon sect's exercises need to be tempted. Once the mind is moved, the eye-catching formation on the cliff will continue to attack him. It is impossible for him to endure the pain and climb the cliff.

How can I not move my heart and thoughts, but be able to act accordingly? No matter how you look at it, this seems impossible. How can one control the body without thinking?

Anyway, with his eyes closed, his eyes still hurt. He simply opened his eyes. If he really wants to die, he has to watch the world to die. He stared at the face of the cliff that was rapidly rising in front of him, and there was no desperation in his heart, but he laughed at himself because of the arrival of death.

The cliff face of the cliff is not smooth, but there are not too many stone cracks. Passing at high speed in front of his eyes, those lines gradually turned into fuzzy blocks of color, as if they were about to drift in the night breeze.

Ning Que felt as if he had seen such a picture somewhere. The clothes swaying in the breeze and the soft lines were also carved on the stone.

He remembered that they were the statues of the stone priests in the lower Buddha hall of the Wanyan Pagoda in Chang'an City.

There are also the few stone statues in the side hall of Lanke Temple.

His eyes are slightly bright, and his hands that have been close to the cliff suddenly become more gentle, not as soft as before, but as gentle as nothing.

During the fall, in the roaring night wind, he suddenly folded his hands, his right index finger was slightly bent in the air, and his left index finger fell on the back of his right palm, forming a handprint.

With such gentle hands, it is impossible to grasp the handprints on the cliff wall, but it produces an extremely magical effect. His downward movement stopped abruptly and suddenly stopped between the cliffs.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, but in fact it was just an instant. He slipped down the cliff for more than ten feet, his feet seem to be stepping on the clouds covering the stone windows.

At Lan Ke Gu Temple, he watched Venerable Stone like a night in the autumn rain, and comprehended the four real handprints of Buddhism: "Fearlessness", "Meditation", "Devil's Demon", and "Quanen".

After that, he used it several times in the battle against the powerful Buddhists, but he never used it again, because compared with Haoran Qi and Yuan Thirteen Arrows, Buddhism True Mudras did not appear to be that powerful.

He didn't think of it until tonight on the cliff face the danger of life and death.

His body is hovering between the cliffs, and he feels some very strange auras slowly swimming in the clouds and mist under him, and the violent giants are still constantly moving in the sea of ​​his knowledge.

Without any hesitation, he closed his eyes again, and at the same time spread Heshi's hands, concentrating on calmness, knotting "meditation" with his right hand, and "meditating" with his right hand, gently landing on the cliff, no Look at everything in the world again, don't think about everything in the world, completely forget about the world, just start to climb up with the idea that first came to mind.

He entered the absolute emptiness. He had forgotten the existence of himself and the cliff. Naturally, he didn't even know that he was climbing on the cliff. He slowly moved upwards like a leaf of ignorance.

I don't know how long it took before he finally climbed to the top of the cliff.

The hands with the fingerprints fell on the flattened ground and loosened on their own. He opened his eyes and woke up, and found himself standing on the cliff, looking back towards the dark abyss, his face was originally calm. Gradually he turned pale, and his clothes were suddenly wet with cold sweat.

He has encountered countless dangers and trials of life and death in his life, but today’s encounter among the cliffs of Momoyama still makes him extremely frightened. The process of climbing the cliff seems simple, and there is no memory in his consciousness. However, if he hadn't studied the two sects of Buddhism and Demon, I'm afraid he would have fallen to death long ago, and it can even be said that if he were replaced by another strong fate, he would definitely fall to death under this cliff.

He paid enough attention to the Xiling Temple and thought he had made enough preparations. Until he really entered Taoshan, he knew that he still underestimated the ten thousand year end of the Taoist temple.

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This is the lowest cliff in Taoshan, where ordinary priests and deacons, as well as the cavalry of Xiling Temple, and the stables of war horses live. Under the cover of the night, Ning Que came to the stables. He did not release his thoughts to frighten the waking horses. Instead, he did not hide the **** aura of killing countless horses just like the suppression of the **** horse back then. Make any sound.

He stood on the east side of the stable, because the court's eyeliner at the Xiling Temple found the small pot of leftover porridge here, and he could only wait here if he wanted to find that scumbag.

For a long time, there was no sound. The war horses who woke up chewed on the night grass, and looked at him puzzledly, wondering who is this guy waiting for?

Ning Que was not anxious. He stood in the stable and waited quietly. He waited until the night clouds dissipated and the moonlight set, and then waited until morning light was about to appear on the horizon.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed some dirt between his neck and spilled it on the straw at the east end of the stable. Then, under the eyes of the warhorses disgusted with disgust, he walked to the cliff and took advantage of the first light before the temple. Formed the Buddhist handprints, followed the cliff back to the clouds, and swept back among the peach blossoms.

That night, he continued his own adventure of climbing the cliff, and also waited all night at the stables, but he still didn't wait for the appearance of the silly stuff.

He went again the next night, still disappointed.

Still disappointed on the third night.

By the fourth night, he was already very familiar with the touching array on the cliff, and his mastery of Buddhism's handprints became more and more exquisite. The night journey that once seemed extremely dangerous has now become a very ordinary process. So when he walked to the east end of the stable, he was still in the mood to hum a little tune.

That's the song hummed by the old man at the sweet potato shop in the small town.

Then he saw a **** horse on the straw pile at the east end of the stable, with its hooves up to the sky, rubbing its back against the straw, looking very funny, so he laughed.

The **** horse smelled a familiar smell, rolled on the spot and stood up, looking at it vigilantly, his eyes widened suddenly, as if stiffly forgot which hoof to step on first.

Ning Que walked over, hugged his neck, touched his mane, and patted hard.

The big dark horse grinned, rolled his thick lips, and bumped his head.

Ning Que released his hand, brushed off the straw on his back, and said, "Where did you learn these pickling habits? You are not the donkey of the little uncle."

Da Hei Ma thought that his ideal is to be an existence that rules the wasteland like Uncle Donkey. He originally wanted to be the second uncle. Who would have thought of becoming a prisoner of Xiling Temple.

Thinking about the tragic experience of these days, it wanted to scream, but didn't dare. It could only open its big watery eyes and look at Ning Que, and it was extremely aggrieved.

Ning Que sighed, touched its head, and said: "I know she has changed, it's not the reason for her, so bear with me, I see if I can change her back."

Hearing this, Da Hei Ma's mood improved a little bit, and then he blinked his eyes desperately, as if he was going to make it harder by the time.

Ning Que leaned into his ear and told his plan.

The big dark horse listened with bright eyes and nodded repeatedly, thinking that he was indeed his real master, and he could come up with such a shameless way to splash down, even though the hostess is too powerful now, Ning Que, you will be shameless. In the end, it can only fail, but it is very cool to think about it in my mind.

After the discussion, Ning Que and Da Hei Ma made an appointment for the next meeting, and they parted temporarily.

He walked back to the edge of the cliff and walked down the cliff. Now his Buddhist handprints are already complete. He is climbing on the cliff. After meditation, he can be a little distracted and glance at the summit of Taoshan at will.

This eye has a Zen intent to read, so he is not worried about triggering a cliff formation. However, he forgot to read the words in it, so he could make a second explanation—not the explanation that was removed.

So when his gaze fell on the dark temple of light on the top of the mountain, he could hardly stop missing someone. There was nothing there, but he thought he saw her.

At the same time, he felt a gaze fell on him.

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