Nightfall

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Older seniors are always worthy of respect. This old monk withered the bones of his bones and claimed to have atoned for decades. I think it is not the old and unrepaired goods of Trinity, but rather lack of bows behind him, but there is no I stepped forward and looked at the skinny old monk at a distance of more than ten feet. He looked politely and said: "The younger generation is indeed a student of the academy. The gate of the Mozong Mountain opens in response to the weather, but I do not know why the seniors said that the bones are all yours. Sin? "

The old monk laughed dryly and weakly, and said, "This is naturally a relatively complicated story. Every time there is a strange person in a valley adventure, you will always hear a long and wonderful story, perhaps because of the pre-pregnancy in your heart. Hope, Ning Que's reaction was very calm, said softly: "Please also ask seniors to enlighten me. "

The old monk was silent for a moment, and leisurely recalled: "At that time, the lunatic began to walk on behalf of the academy, with an ordinary blue steel pad on his waist, and no one dared to cherish his front in the world. At that time, Mozong's power was still strong and he was arrogant. Bloodthirsty and incomprehensible, I do n’t know how many innocent people have been brutally killed by the demons. The encounter between the two is naturally a storm. "

"The wind and rain were extremely **** and vast. The powerful demons of the Mozong traversing the Central Plains were lost under the sword of the lunatics. The Xiling Temple and the righteous colleagues also took the opportunity to eradicate the power of the demons."

"This man is standing at the peak of the wind and rain, and there is no awe in his eyes, and the old and old-fashioned Xiling Temple will naturally not like him. Mozong was so miserable by the wind and rain, he figured out a way, I want to use the gap between the academy and the temple to provoke a war between the two sides. "

"In a year, the Lanke Temple Bon Lan Festival was held, and the practitioners of the Central Plains countries will be there in the meantime, and there are also dancing and dancing. The Mozong is convenient to return to the Qianping of the Lanke Temple at this time, but he will marry this disaster to the Temple Ruling Division. This is the beginning of the story. "

The old monk was as skinny as a ghost. When the **** and stormy incident came slowly, the tone of expression was He Ruochunfeng, and the cruel pictures in the past were omitted in a few words.

Ning Que supported Mo Shanshan to sit down against the wall, looked at the old monk of Baigu Mountain, thinking about the long-term story told by the other party, and said after a moment of silence: "The blame and the means have always been classified as crude and clumsy."

The old monk dragged the lips pulled back and smiled hard. His eyes looked at him warmly and Yingying, and said with emotion: "The Mozong outside wants to come to an end, even if there are remnants, I am afraid that it will be like a mouse crossing the street. So a child like you probably does n’t know what the demons of that year had and what kind of terrifying power they have. "

Ning Que left Weicheng and has been in contact with the world of practice for nearly two years. Except for the barren people he met in the previous days, he only met a planner who practiced the Mozong practice at Beishan Road. The sword master is not powerful, and naturally does not feel how terrible Mozong is.

The old monk's eyes drooped slowly like dead leaves, seeming to recall the arrogance of Mozong at that time, which was a kind of damage to his old and calm state of mind. Then he continued and said in harmony: "Mozong's skill is stealing the sky, The human body of the spiritual practice is healthy and long-lived, and there is no fluctuation in mental power, which is enough to avoid the prying eyes of the practitioners. At that time, the demons used this advantage to sneak into the Central Plains countries or stand in the Chaotang for three generations of teeth, old or smell in the countryside. The elders of the Cheng Da tribe, the forces are tightly woven like a net. Even at the upper level of the Tang Dynasty Tianshu and the Xiling Temple, there are demons. "

The old monk slowly raised his head and calmly looked at him and said, "If it were not for the fear of the academy and other unknowable places, once the Devil Sect was fully activated, he could change the dynasty. They dare not go against the sky, but if they want to weave A catty ... conspiracy, how could there be any flaws? In fact, when the blood was washed back, the Devil Sect of the Battle of Ke Temple endured the pain of the broken arm, exposing the big boss seat hidden in the temple ruling department for decades No one will believe it anymore. "

Ning Que frowned and asked, "What's the relationship between the blood back washing and rotten temple, and the academy and the uncle Xiaoshi?"

The old monk sighed, and the sigh was filled with compassion: "Mozong washed back to the Kesi Temple at the blood of Yulan Festival. On the surface, it was aimed at the practitioners of the righteous schools, in fact it was aimed at the envoys of the Tang Dynasty, but Mozong They want to provoke the madness of the lunatics, so their real targets are those poor women from Tang who only know how to dance and dance. "

Hearing this sentence, Ning Que felt suddenly tense. He knew from the second brother that everyone in Jane and the uncle had an old age. At this time, it is natural to think that these dancers came from the red sleeves that year. However, everyone in Jane is still alive and well. Occasionally, when he meets himself, he will lift his ears full of gas and teach the ancestors. Who actually died?

At that time, Mozong's work did not hesitate to pay such a big price, and weave such a conspiracy. Naturally, it is very clear who will kill the uncle Master to be crazy to go to Taoshan regardless of everything. It is like if he suddenly saw Sang Sang when he returned to Forty Lane. Lying in the pool of blood, all the evidence points to the palace, then of course he will not hesitate to use a knife to carry an arrow straight through the gate of the palace, break into the Yushu study and tear the picture, then cut the emperor's shoes into 360. Fifteen ...

"But Uncle Shi did not break into Taoshan, but destroyed Mozong Mountain Gate in a single moment."

Ning Que looked at the skinny old monk in Gushan and asked in doubt: "What's wrong with the layout of the Demon Sect?"

The old monk was silent for a long time, and then laughed. Cha Lao's ugly smile A had a very complicated meaning, some emotion, some shock, some bitterness, and some pride.

"There is no problem with the layout of Mozong. At that time, the whole world thought that the temple ruled that Sixue had washed back the rotten monastery. Although he could not understand it, when the elders of the rotten monastery, who were hiding in Washan Houling, were forced to go out And identifying that the murderers are all from Xiling, no one doubts anymore. "

The old monk looked at him quietly and said, "But Ke Haoran didn't believe it."

Ning Que couldn't help asking: "Why doesn't Uncle Xiao believe?"

The old monk said, "Why is this madman so deceptive?"

Ning Que was startled, shaking his head and saying, "This reason is equal to no."

The old monk said with emotion: "I asked him the same question."

Ning Que listened carefully.

The old monk smiled and said, "It was in this room at the time. He said: Where is I so foolish?"

A moment of silence.

"and then?"

Ning Que asked, thinking that every story should have then and finally.

The old monk asked slightly: "The following story ... Don't you know it in the world today?"

Ning Que said: "Different storytellers will change the content of the story."

"This story has a very simple ending."

The old monk's voice became weaker and said, "Mozong's methods failed to deceive the lunatics. He naturally went to the Mozong mountain gate. At that time, the Mozong sect master thought highly of himself, and the Mozong strong came out in large numbers. After fear, I thought that if you came, I would kill you ... Ke lunatics naturally did not want to be killed by them, so they killed them all. "

Unwilling to be killed by them, they killed them all.

A very simple narrative, a very simple story, but it is a shocking past annihilated in the dust of history. The simpler it is, the more shocking it is. For decades, only this skinny old monk, and The endless skeletons that filled the main hall of Mozong can also prove what happened here.

Ning Que looked at the deep eyes of the old monk: "Then why do you want to atone? What does this matter have to do with you?"

The old monk raised his arms like twigs ... the monk was ragged on his arm, and his fingers were slightly stretched out with a handprint. The terror of the bones under the skin of ten fingers was visible, just like a pair of bone hands protruding from the underworld. The handprint lightly releases a warm and breathing mood, and there are two white lotus flowers under Ruo Haotian ’s compassion.

The breath between the white lotus handprint of the bone hand is extremely strong and pure, but it has no lethality. With the release of the breath, the surface of the white bone corpse around the old monk suddenly developed a very warm luster, as if it was about to come alive.

Ning Que stared at the two pairs of bone hands in front of the old monk's belly, felt the breath, and shocked the speechless one. The strength realm displayed by the old monk was too subtle and unpredictable. It was the most powerful in his life.

Mo Shanshan sat against the wall and looked at the white lotus-like handprints formed by the old monk's skinny hands. He suddenly remembered the words mentioned by the teacher when he was a child, and he couldn't help revealing his surprise.

"A lotus in the West fell into the world, with thirty-two petals on its own ... The petals are different, and each is a world."

"Atonement ... naturally because the sin is mine."

"Because there has never been a conspiracy of the Demon Sect, this conspiracy is also mine."

"The ruling prince is the demons. I knew it many years ago, and I knew what they wanted to do, and I didn't do anything ... I sat in a black, cold chair, holding my jaw, quiet Just watch them finish this thing, and then they are ready to find a suitable time to tell Ke Haoran. "

"But I still underestimated Ke Haoran after all, and I do n’t need me to produce meticulously preserved evidence. He knew that this thing was done by Mozong, which is so good, so I still sat quietly in the black and cold Support the lower jaw on the seat and wait quietly for the last moment to arrive. "

The skinny old monk, sitting in the heap of corpses on the Bone Mountain, has a white lotus seal on his bones, and his eyes are gentle and compassionate.

Ning Que's eyes widened and she asked with a tremble: "Who are you? What did you want to do?"

This is the second time the old monk heard this question ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He slowly looked up at the sky, the iron chain passing through his abdomen was driven, and a clear sound was made to make the pain return to his skinny face on.

The eyes of the old monk looking at the sky are still warm, and the white lotus petals formed by the bones are blooming.

"At that time, I wanted to destroy Mozong. I wanted Ke Haoran to die. I just didn't expect that I spent half of my life to turn the whole Mozong into a monstrous storm and photographed him. As a result, he still didn't die.

"As for who I am?"

The old monk withdrew his eyes and looked at the two gentlely and said, "I am the verdict."

"Liansheng Shenguo?"

An incredible voice suddenly sounded behind the room.

The ragged Dao Yehongyu, who didn't know when she came here, looked at the handprints formed by the skinny monk's hands in Gushan, and her face was full of incredible and fanatical expressions of joy.

Mo Shanshan exclaimed almost simultaneously: "Master Liansheng?"