Nightfall Chapter 9: Who will cover in the night?


Volume 3 Eventful Autumn, Chapter 9 Who will cover the night?

It turned out to be what the teacher said. Ning Que looked at the last faint light in Chang'an City in the distance, and was silent for a long time, and asked, "Teacher, really must go to Lanke Temple?"

The master said: "It's up to you to decide. But if you don't go through this encounter, no one will be able to answer the doubt in your heart, and you can't answer as a teacher, and I always think that this trip to Lanke Temple is your chance."

Ning Que asked: "What kind of opportunity was it?"

"I'm a person who doesn't believe in chance." The master said: "However, after seeing a lot of things over the years, I gradually feel whether my opinion is too stubborn, and I have some new understanding. Chance is not destined by nature. What will happen is that certain people living in this world, because of the ideas in their hearts, even if they happen occasionally, they begin to affect the surrounding environment and people, and ultimately affect the other person in the extreme distance."

"Until the encounter, those thoughts in your heart will be transformed into actual stories, and then you go back to the beginning of the event, and you will often find that what you end up with is exactly what you want. This is probably an opportunity. "

The master continued: "The sickness of the Sangsang girl may be self-healing, but it would be better to see it at the little monk of Lanke Temple. You inherited the mantle of your little uncle, and you still need to learn something after all. The Dharma is used to dilute hostility. You have to find out if you are the son of Pluto. You should also see what is going on on the Yulan Festival. You need to do this, and that's a chance."

Ning Que said in amazement: "It's like what monks say they don't understand."

The master said: "In the future, you will understand more by listening to the monks."

"Will it be dangerous?"

"Walking will be hit and killed by a carriage."

"Teacher, I will take this sentence as your default."

"Where do I know?"

Ning Que retracted his gaze looking at Chang'an City at night, looked down at his knees, and said, "If even the teacher thinks it is dangerous, what should I do with Sangsang?"

The master smiled and said, ""Without simmering in a small fire for three days and three nights, how can the world get the Buddha to jump over the wall? Don’t experience..."

Ning Que raised his hand and begged for mercy, and said in pain: "I have heard the words of the little master uncle, I have almost heard the ears, teacher, you don't have to change the direction. ("")"

The master said: "Let’s take a look, as the saying goes, I don’t know."

Ning Que sighed and said, "The world is amazing."

The master is different: "It was so good."

"Where is it good?"

"There are rhymes."

"I just find it boring."

The wind is still blowing tonight, the cliffs are so gentle, but Ning Que's mood is not relaxed, and he asked sadly, "Teacher, you are a capable person. Can you really not see the future pictures?"

The master said: "The ultimate goal of cultivating is time. Although I live longer than ordinary people, I regret that I have not been so old that I have experienced the invasion of the underworld, and I have not seen anything that happened before the arrival of the last eternal night. What, probably because of this, I didn’t fully understand the script. I don’t know how this story will develop, and you are already a character in this story, so I don’t know what you will be in the future. What changes will happen, but I hope that will be good."

Ning Que asked: "Is there anyone in the world who has experienced the invasion of the underworld last time?"

In the past, he didn't believe that practitioners could live for tens of thousands of years. However, as he entered the academy and gained more knowledge, he began to think about whether there is such a thing as immortality in the world.

The master said: "I know two people have experienced the last eternal night."

Ning Que didn't expect it to be, and asked in surprise, "What kind of person is it?"

The master didn't know what he thought of, the expression on his face became a little complicated, and he said calmly: "A drinker, a butcher... But they ignore world affairs, I'm afraid they are not human."

Ning Que once again remembered the strange dreams he had had. ""

In a certain dream, there was an alcoholic and a butcher. The two stood beside him and stared at him. In another dream, the master grabbed a wine pouch from the alcoholic and took a sip. He snatched a pig from the butcher's back and gnawed at it. Could it be that the Master said those two people?

Ning Que was shocked and speechless, and said, "Teacher, you really don't want to hear my dream?"

The master looked at him with a smile and said, "Don't you understand? That is your own dream after all."

At this point in the conversation, Ning Que finally understood what the teacher meant.

Any story needs to advance to know the follow-up development. Any picture needs to be seen with your own eyes to know what color it is, whether you are the son of Pluto or not, and what will happen in the future, you need to walk in the story. Then choose, in other words, you are the author.

The Master floated away.

On the dark cliff, only Ning Que was left. Looking at the night sky and the flowing clouds, he thought of the words that Master Liansheng had said to himself before he died, and frowned.

"You have become a demon. If you want to cultivate a demon, you must first cultivate a Buddha. Then please bravely walk into the dark night. Although you have no chance of success, you may die right after you hit the road, but I still bless you, and Curse you."

He repeated this paragraph silently, then stood up, waved his hand to say hello to the night that occupies all of his vision, and said, "If you are really Pluto, if I am really your son, then please remember to be When the teacher can't cover me, you must cover me."

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Xiling, on the lush peach mountain in spring, the black ruling temple exudes a chilly taste. The space in the hall is extremely wide. Hundreds of priests in red robes and deacons in black knelt on the smooth and flat ground. , It looks like a red flower in the dark night is printed on the ground.

The priests and deacons have been kneeling for a long time, their knees are already in pain, but no one dared to get up, no one even dared to raise their heads, they looked down at their reflection on the smooth floor of the temple, and saw their faces Even they themselves can’t understand why they are so humble. A fear from the deepest makes their bodies stiff, so the dark night red flower on the ground becomes a little awkward. They can’t feel any beauty. Let the cold and **** breath hit his face.

For countless years, the Xiling Temple Adjudication Division has been like this. The people inside have dealt with horrible punishments all day long, and believe in the principle of being strong, so no one is unfamiliar with this atmosphere.

Nothing has changed in the ruling temple. It is still so empty and cold, and the blood-coagulated black jade **** seat is still there, but the bead curtain in front of the **** seat shattered into pearl powder in the previous battle. , Can no longer be repaired, and was eventually swept into the garbage dump by the handyman, and has long been lost.

The bead curtain has existed in the ruling temple for many years, adding a lot of mystery and horror to the powerful man on the throne. People have become accustomed to the existence of the bead curtain, and now they have to get used to not having it. Dao Zhu Lian, because the powerful man on the **** seat has died.

Now sitting on the Moyu God Seat is a young and beautiful girl. Of course, in the eyes of all the subordinates of the Judgment Division, the girl’s body now has a certain divinity, because she can’t look directly, so she doesn’t exist in the world. The concept of beauty, she represents power and terror.

After a long time, Ye Hongyu sat on the Mo Jade God Seat with his jaw supported. He remained silent, without any expression on his face, and became extremely calm, so he became extremely cold.

She didn’t speak, and there was no sound in the whole ruling temple. All the priests and deacons knelt on the ground. They didn’t dare to look up, or even guess what, some timid people’s teeth whispered in fear, but Finding that the voice was so clear, he almost fainted in shock.

Ye Hongyu looked at the people kneeling in front of the seats respectfully, listening to people’s nervous and fearful breathing, recalling what she had seen and experienced over the years, a touch of beauty appeared between her picturesque brows and eyes Lightly mocking and disgusting emotions, and even seeing some tired feelings.

A priest walked in from the side of the temple and knelt down in front of the Mo Jade God's Seat to respectfully salute.

Ye Hongyu waved his hand in disgust.

The priest opened the thick dossier, looked at the people kneeling in front of the throne in fear, and said with expressionless expression: "The kind and majestic Haotian has guided people out of the dark wasteland, the apostle holding a sharp sword Smash the remaining ice in the ancient river and stand before the bonfire to announce to the people..."

Like the change of dynasties in the duny world, ruling on the inheritance of the gods will often set off a **** storm. With the indifferent voice of the priest, 14 red-robed priests and black deacons were dragged. Out of the ruling temple, the sound of axe or crying from time to time outside the temple.

These fourteen priests and deacons, as firm supporters of the previous ruling on the gods’ throne, some must die, and may have to live to continue to dedicate to Xiling Temple. Those who died are thankful, because the living will spend the rest of their lives regretting Why did I be so stupid when Dao Chi lost his power?

The voice of the priest reverberated in the empty ruling temple. As the names were revealed one by one, the ruling subordinates who were kneeling on the ground became more and more frightened, and no one knew if they would be touched. Only the few temple cavalry leaders in black and gold armor kneeling in the middle seemed calmer.

The temple cavalry commander is directly under the jurisdiction of the Judgment Division, but after the death of Prince Longqing the previous year, the personnel and punishment power of the temple cavalry was transferred to the master of the gods and guards, Luo Kedi. Moreover, although these leaders claim to be in this war of ruling the temple, although they are not respectful to the current gods, they are not those priests who only know to read the scriptures and have no power to bind chickens, but are strong with the realm of Dongxuan. By.

The ruling department is very realistic. As long as you have enough strength, you can redeem the corresponding sins and be eligible to continue to survive. After all, Xiling Temple rules the world and relies on executors like them.

However, what surprised everyone in the temple was that the priest's gaze finally fell on the gorgeous black and gold armor of the cavalry commander, and slowly recited their names.

"Purple ink."

"Yuan Jun."

"Liu Xiao."

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Listening to their names, the leaders of the temple cavalry could not suppress the fear and confusion in their hearts. They raised their heads and looked at the square Moyu **** seat. However, they found that the girl sitting on the **** seat was holding her jaw and closing. With his eyes, he seemed to be asleep.

The cavalry leader named Zimo has the deepest qualifications and the strongest strength in the field. He looked at his face with horror, but he didn't know what to do. The good colleagues shook their heads, stood up slowly, brushed their knees, and looked at the **** the **** seat and asked slowly: "Why?"

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