Nightfall

The radiance lingering between the thin fingers faded away, and the flames of unheated flutter, like a small oil lamp in the night wind, a fishing fire in the storm, seemed to be extinguished at any time but never extinguished.

Ye Hongyu looked at the holy brilliance of the lotus monk's fingers, his eyes were confused and confused, and Mo Shanshan's expression was no better than her, full of shock, they clearly felt the divine atmosphere contained in the light, no Thinking about Master Liansheng's words, he couldn't calm down at all.

Ning Que ’s spiritual realm and the two young girls who are not as knowledgeable are never as shocked as they are. He is just surprised that such a mysterious divine magic is not a sense of coercion? As if it were not a real existence.

The radiance between the thin and thin fingers of the old monk is transparent and warm, and it will not cause a burning sensation in the eyes, nor does it spread the high temperature of moxibustion, but it shines like the sun between heaven and earth, revealing the indescribable supreme state. .

Mo Shanshan murmured: "The Tao and the demon are connected, so they enter the Shinto?"

The old monk smiled at her, and his eyes were full of appreciation. He said, "For decades, I have been thinking hard about the difference between Dao and Demon, and I used the Dao Law to bind the world outside, and the Mogong to build a world inside. I found a certain possibility, that is the eight words you said. "

Listening to these words, Ye Hongyu finally woke up from shock and thought of a thing, no matter whether the Dao and the Demon communicate with each other or not, but to make such an attempt, she must first be enchanted, she stared at the old monk in Gushan , I feel that my judgment is really a little bit rebellious.

"You guessed it well, I am indeed enchanted."

Sitting on the bone corpse mountain is a skinny old monk. The air has been so dry for decades. Only the roof of the house pointed to by the bone mountain has a wet meaning in the cracks in the roof. It became drops of water.

The old monk slowly raised his head and lifted his lips slightly, and the water dripped into his chapped dry lips, and then turned into a smile on the face of the old monk's skinny ghost. The smile was compassionate and calm, and it was heartbreaking.

The old monk smiled at her and said, "I was worried about Ke Haoran's enchantment, but I didn't expect that I would be enchanted in the end."

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Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu's consciousness was greatly shocked at this time, and some were muddled. They were immersed in thinking. Only Ning Que still paid attention to the old monk's every move.

Stepping into the devil's palace, when he met this legendary man who had been a self-imposed atonement for decades, Ning Que had many doubts in his mind. If he didn't drink or eat for decades, how could this master Liansheng survive? Later, seeing Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu did not have such doubts, he thought that the master's realm was already beyond the imagination of mortals, and he could break the valley.

At this time, watching the dripping water formed by the wet cracks on the roof fell on the old monk's dry lips, he couldn't help but stunned. He thought that the old monk had a very clear grasp of the law of the dripping of the stone cracks. How many times, or how many drops of water have he missed, made him feel so sad that he can master this?

The stone seam is moist, and it has been supporting a legendary figure sitting for atonement for decades. This scene will probably make everyone feel compassionate and respectful, but Ning lacks heart if the iron and stone will not tremble slightly, but the brows are slightly picked. Get up-if it is atonement, why survive? If we want to respond to the seriousness of our own sins with the pain of life, how can we be painful because we have missed the drip, so that raising our head to bear the drip becomes an instinctive reaction?

When Ning Que thought about these things, Master Liansheng had already begun to analyze Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan's scenery at the highest distance of the path. He couldn't help frowning, thinking that Master Liansheng was able to argue at the Temple of Rotten Ke at that time, and he could come to the temple to teach. It must not be the same kind of goods as the Longqing prince. This has been a boring demons for decades. You argue with yourself, where have you ever argued with him?

Sure enough, with the passage of time, only the old, compassionate voice remained in the room.

"If there is truth in the world, it should be understood."

"What are the practitioners looking for? If we are looking for ways to understand the world and the power to change the world, how can the power itself have good and evil? Only those who use power have the difference between good and evil."

"You can use a knife to cut vegetables, to carve radishes, or to kill people. You can use a stone to watch and play. You can use it to build a house base or kill people. A lake can be used to raise fish. Rafting can also be used to kill people, a mountain can be used to climb, can be used to build a house can also be used to kill people. "

"Everything in the world can be used for pleasant and killing, and everything is innocent, only human beings are the spirit of all things, endowing all souls and uses, so the word sin can only be applied to people. The difference between Dao and Demon lies in the method In the way, it is like all things in the world, how can it be arrogantly sinned? It is still only people who can sin. "

The old monk ’s words were not difficult and obscure at all, nor did he use a mysterious vocabulary to coat a mysterious coat, slowly telling these simple and simple truths, and crumbling the world of practice he had known to these three young people listen.

The old monk's voice is weak, and the slightly hoarse voice is full of love for this world and compassion for all living beings. The tone is calm but convincing. It is really a random meaning.

Ning Queben didn't listen carefully, but was unconsciously attracted by the words of the old monk. He sat on the ground and began to listen intently. With Ting Yin's ears, the tense spirit that had been tight since the wilderness gradually relaxed, and the body became relaxed. stand up.

The Devil Room seems to have accumulated loneliness and loneliness for decades, and it is extremely secluded and secluded from the world. Only the voice of the old monk slowly blooms like a lotus flower. These voices and words finally become the spring water transformed from the lotus petals on the wall. Echoes with the soul, wave after wave overrun, warm and uncomfortable.

There are white bones with half of the dried meat in the dead body. The white bones tilted their heads to the sky, the dried bone claws stretched behind their heads as if they were lying on their backs, and their fleshy right feet rested on their left knees, as if listening quietly and joyfully, and they seemed extremely comfortable. The white bone's head occasionally jogs twice because of the water drop, which seems to agree.

I do n’t know how much time passed. The teaching explanation echoed between the room and the soul slowly stopped. The old monk looked at the thoughtful three young men gently, looked at the thoughtful expression on their faces, and said with a smile: "When the mountain gate opens, the world's disturbance will inevitably come again. Careful calculation, the time for me to leave is probably coming."

Ye Hongyu raised his head in shock, not knowing how to speak.

The old monk looked at his skinny hands when he did not know when to form a lotus seal again. After a moment of silence, he said indifferently: "In my life, from a secular point of view, it's already wonderful, but I was born in the Buddhist gate and became the master of the Tao, but finally followed the magic gate. Now that the number of lives is about to end, I remember that the great priest who opened the Mozong millennium ago said that he knew me and sinned me. Only time and ears made us feel useless. Since the middle of the lotus was thrown into the water, why care about who knows me or sins me? "

"It's just that who can really achieve life and death is not at all concerned? Even if life and death are gone, who can have no trace of the world? Want to leave some traces in this world? This is also true of me."

The old monk slowly raised his head, looked at the three people in front of him, and said with a smile: "I have three cultivators. I have been trapped in atonement for decades. I dare not say anything but succeeded a little. I want to give back some of the power in this residual body. I have inherited my knowledge of this world, and I do n’t know who among you is willing to accept my mantle kindly. "

According to rumors, the great practitioners who practiced to the extreme, because they have a deep enough understanding of the original nature of the world, can even feel the time when they leave. Master Liansheng has been trapped for decades in atonement for the atonement of Mozong Mountain Gate, and finally encountered the restart of the mountain gate and met his younger children. This opportunity may be the wedge of life and death, so listening to him that he is about to leave this world. Shocked but not completely unprepared.

However, hearing Master Liansheng ’s decision to leave the mantle, he was always calm and calm, and could not help shaking his mind violently. Ye Hongyu even knew the sea and was uneasy, clenching his fists tightly, and could not speak at all. .

The two most important things in life are the method of knowing the world and the ability to change the world. Master Liansheng's method of knowing the world. The previous three have listened quietly for a long time. The ability to change the world is naturally power and state.

It is said that there is no inheritance of power in Zhengdao cultivation. Only the master of the Demon Sect will pass the power to the chosen heir by initiation before the death of Shou Yuan. Master Liansheng should use this method to leave the mantle!

What kind of person is Master Liansheng? Ning Que hadn't heard of it before, but he knows it now.

Studying the three ways of Buddhism and Demon, went to two unknown places, worked as a guardian of the Buddha's mountain gate, and served as a priest in the temple, almost deceived the position of the deity's master, and was qualified to travel with friends and uncles. For decades, in the Forbidden Mountain, the Taoism and Demon have been cultivated into divine art! Such a character is of course the most powerful being in the world!

How many years can you struggle on the long and difficult practice path if you can inherit each other's mantle? How powerful can you get? What kind of wonderful world can you touch?

More importantly, Ning Que is very clear that if he can inherit each other's mantle, it may not take long. General Xiahou and Prince Li Peiyan, even those shadows hidden behind them, can be easily torn into pieces by themselves. I do n’t need to use the power of the academy, and I do n’t need to let the brothers and sisters of Houshan fall into a dilemma ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I can report the hatred that has been in hardship for more than ten years.

The life that fell in the pool of blood loved his incomparable parents, the young playmate who was trampled to death by the living, the hatchet stained with black blood, the two people who fell in the fire room, the little black boy by the gray wall in rainy days , And the villagers of the innocent and tragic death of Xiaoheizi's hometown, all appeared in his mind at this moment, watching him quietly.

The hatred of the massacre at that time has long faded in his heart, but he is afraid of this indifference, so he has to engrave hatred deeply into his bones. This hatred, which has faintly changed its taste, has become Ning Que lacks the most important spiritual support in life, and this support is mixed with the innate greed of power, and becomes the most irresistible temptation.

This temptation seemed to be an invisible hand, slowly propping up his body from the ground, urging him to take difficult steps and walk towards the bone mountain.

Suddenly, he stopped.

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