Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 73, A Withered Monk in the White Bone Mountain
Volume 2 The Lake of Winter
Chapter 73
A withered monk in the Bone Mountain
The words on the stele were deeply engraved into the stone, with the sharpness left by the tip of the sword, criss-crossing it. [bsp; Ning Que looked at this line of words on the stele, and his eyebrows slowly raised. He did not express any emotion.
He watched in silence for a long time, then left without saying a word, avoiding the scattered bones at his feet and looking aside.
He circled around the wordless stele several times, and finally went back to the stele. He raised his head again and silently looked at the stele. His raised eyebrows seemed to fly up. He pointed at the words on the stele and said with a smile: "I
Written by my junior uncle."
Mo Shanshan once heard from the old master that the Demon Sect's gate was destroyed at the hands of a certain senior expert. However, for some unknown reason, the name of that senior expert was not spread. She once wondered if it was that person.
There is no evidence for the academy senior who disappeared after a brief glimpse of the world.
This time, when she went deep into the wasteland to reach the gate of the Demon Sect, she saw Ning Que's expression was different, especially when he knelt down in the block formation, which made her more confident in her guess. At this time, she finally got confirmation from Ning Que, but
I still feel a bit shocked and hard to describe - how powerful was that senior who destroyed the Demon Sect with a single sword?
Her brows furrowed slightly, and her thin red lips pursed into a thin line. After a moment of silence, she looked at Ning Que's flying eyebrows and sparse expression, and asked softly: "You seem to be very proud and proud."
Ning Que nodded honestly. In order to resolve the mental impact caused by the inscription, he had looked around before and found that the aura remaining on the bones of the deceased Demon Sect masters was still strong, especially the hardness of those white bones that seemed to exceed
He couldn't help but be even more shocked that so many strong men from the Demon Sect were as vulnerable as Yang Chunxue in front of the young master's uncle Haoran's sword. From this, one can imagine how powerful the young master's uncle was back then.
fear.
After seeing the indirect reactions of the Second Senior Brother and others in the back mountain of the academy, Ning Que had long known that the young junior uncle must be the most powerful person in the world. However, he still did not expect that the young senior uncle could be so fierce.
Could it be said that when he broke into the Demon Sect's mountain gate, he had already broken through the five realms, transcended the ordinary and achieved the saintly king's way?
As a disciple on the second floor of the academy, there is really no reason not to feel proud of having such a junior uncle.
However, pride cannot be eaten as food. Ning Que and Mo Shanshan went through all kinds of hardships to reach the gate of the Demon Sect, just for the scroll of Tianzhu Mingzi and the breath left by their little master uncle, they stood in front of the stone tablet and watched the memorial in silence.
After a while, they continued to walk into the hall, and he felt the breath of his young uncle behind the stone tablet.
In the temple, the main hall of the Demon Sect is still grand and majestic. The seemingly simple stone beam structure, painted with those complicated oil paintings, naturally reveals a somewhat sacred feeling. There are hundreds of stone statues erected on both sides of the spacious passage, carved with
The strange gods and demons that are rarely seen in the Central Plains countries are each ferocious and silent.
The passage gradually became deeper and deeper, but it was still dry and without a trace of moisture. Fortunately, when the deserters built this place, the ventilation and lighting design was particularly sophisticated. Ning Que and his wife walked hundreds of steps inside and could still see things.
As he went deeper into the Demon Sect's main hall, the aura that moved Ning Queqin closer and closer became stronger and stronger, and gradually turned into some kind of actual existence. He silently looked ahead, not knowing what he would see later, Tianqi
It doesn't matter whether it's a scroll or a secret of the Demon Sect, he just hopes not to see what he doesn't want to see.
There were more and more corpses in the passage. At the turning point, there were even more bones stacked on top of each other, turning into a small mountain. Ning Que supported Mo Shanshan as he walked along, looking at the increasingly deeper vertical and horizontal lines on the wall.
Scratching, imagining the bloody battle that took place here, I can't help but feel horrified.
At the end of the passage to the main hall of the Demon Sect is a very ordinary room. This room should have been extremely spacious, but now a hill made of bones and dried stones occupies the center of the room, so it seems extremely crowded and narrow.
"How many people died that year?"
Mo Shanshan stared blankly at the bone mountain in front of her, and sighed softly subconsciously. Her little hands were a little cold, and her voice was trembling a little. As the disciple of the temple guest Qing Shusheng, she was right to
The Demon Sect has never had any favor or sympathy, but what she saw along the way today made even her unable to bear to think about the despair of the Demon Sect back then.
Ning Wu looked at the hill made of bones and dried stone, and after a moment of silence she said, "I don't know why my junior uncle wanted to destroy the Demon Sect back then, but I think he always had his own reasons and reasons."
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the Bone Mountain.
"Many times in this world, there are many things that do not actually require reasons or reasons, because those causes and reasons, if you think about them from another angle, are often delusional. Why did he do this back then?
There are countless explanations that can be given now, but the reality is that he came and did this that year."
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Originally, this room only had silent bones and bones, and silent sword marks on the stone wall. It was so quiet that it seemed like it was not in the world, so this sudden sound, although weak, was very clear.
This voice was very soft, very weak, and conveyed a sense of peace and tranquility. In the ears of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, it was not only clear, but more like a thunderbolt, and this naturally had nothing to do with the quiet environment.
It has been decades since the green valley disappeared deep into the vast Tianzhi Mountains. It has been decades since the Daming Lake disappeared from the world. The Demon Sect Mountain Gate, which can only be discovered after the water falls, has also been isolated from the world for decades. It is not recognized by the world.
Zhizhi guessed that this place had long been turned into a ruins, and there could not be any life. The two of them saw the same thing. There were only white bones and sword marks. How could they have imagined that there were still people alive here!
Ning Que was shocked and speechless. He pulled Mo Shanshan behind him as fast as he could. Then he drew his bow and arrow, and used his most powerful weapon to aim at the hill made of bones and dried stones.
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Looking carefully, he discovered that there was a person in the hill made of bones and dried bones.
The man was very old, so old that his hair and teeth had long since fallen out. Only two very long white eyebrows fluttered on his face, almost hanging down to his withered chest. This man was wearing a very old coat.
The monk's robes were already in tatters, with strands of wadding hanging in front of him like eyebrows.
The man was very thin, so thin that his chest and abdomen collapsed, his limbs were as thin as sticks, and there was no muscle or fat on his body. The rugged bones were covered with a thin layer of skin, especially the deep-set eye sockets that looked like two
The black hole is extremely scary, but the look in his eye sockets is so compassionate and warm.
Except for the thin skin that has lost its elasticity and luster, there is no difference between this old monk and the dry bones around him, so it is difficult for others to find him sitting among the mountains of white bones.
There are two very thin iron chains passing through the old monk's belly like a broken drum, and the other end is nailed to the solid wall behind him. The fresh blood from decades ago has long turned into black, painted on those
On the silky monk's clothes.
This picture is very strange, and the old monk in the picture is very scary.
Ning Que's fingers trembled slightly, and he almost let go of the bow string and shot an arrow. Mo Shanshan covered his lips tightly and almost screamed out - if it weren't for the look of this skinny and terrifying old monk who was so compassionate and warm.
words.
"Who are you?"
Ning Que tightened his bowstring, aimed at the old monk in the Bone Mountain, and asked nervously.
This is the gate of the Demon Sect that has been isolated from the world for decades. It is really difficult to understand that such an old monk suddenly appears. It is beyond the scope of normal people's thinking that this old monk is so thin and still alive.
Anything that is beyond common sense and difficult to understand generally involves great danger.
"who I am?"
The old monk slowly raised his head, and the iron chain passing through his abdomen jingled, probably causing pain in his body. A trace of pain appeared on his skinny and ghostly face, and the gaze in his sunken eyes was still warm.
But it brings out a sense of wistful reminiscence.
After a long time, a hint of enlightenment suddenly appeared in the old monk's eyes. He touched the loose skin at the corners of his lips, revealing an ugly smile and said, "I am a self-bound person."
"I made a huge mistake back then, which caused lifelong regret, so I tied myself here with iron chains and vowed to spend the rest of my life to free these kings' souls, hoping to redeem them.
"
The iron chain passed through his body, and no matter what the old monk said or the slightest movement, he would show a hint of pain, but his weak voice and eyes were still so calm and compassionate, making people feel like a spring breeze.
Ning Que looked at this old monk who was as skinny as a ghost and as angry as a spring breeze, and asked in confusion: "What is the redemption for?"
The iron chain jingled again. The skinny old monk smiled and looked at the dry bones around him. With difficulty, he stretched out his finger and slowly stroked the edge of the white bone in front of him, and said: "The best thing to redeem the shā people."
"The best of shā people?"
The old monk looked at him and said calmly: "I entered Buddhism when I was twenty years old, and later became a disciple of Buddha. I thought I was compassionate and would save all living beings with Buddha's light. Who would have expected that there would be bones all over the ground born because of me? This is
The best of my shā people."
Ning Que understood this sentence, but he couldn't understand it. The ground at the Demon Sect's mountain gate was covered with bones and corpses. According to legend, they were all supposed to be the souls of the king who fell under the sword of his junior uncle. Along the way, he looked at the sword marks and the wordless tablets.
That line of big characters should be close to the legend back then. Why did this skinny old monk say that this was the crown prince of his shā people?
"You...recognize my junior uncle?" he asked.
The old monk looked at the two of them like an elder looking at a junior, and asked softly: "Ke Fengzi is your junior uncle, then you are Master's disciple, then who is this sister-in-law?"
Ning Que and Mo Shanshan sensed each other's kindness and trust, and even had a warm feeling of being pampered, so they subconsciously reported their identities.
The old monk sighed softly and said: "I thought that I would spend my whole life in the long days of redemption and never see anyone again. I never thought that I would see my old friends again. So, does it mean that the gate of the Demon Sect is open?"
Then he looked at Ning Que and said puzzledly: "Are you the Academy Walker of this generation? It seems that you just broke through the realm and entered the Mysterious Cave more than ten days ago. How could your realm be so low? Is it true that the academy is not as good as the previous generation?"
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Immediately afterwards, the old monk looked at Mo Shanshan and said with emotion and smile: "Withered Sigu Mountain, there are no morning drums and evening bells in the mountain. I don't know how the years are passing. I feel that I just slept, and actually the little king has a descendant."
Ning Que knew that he was the worst person in the history of the academy, and he was still a little embarrassed when the other party pointed him out, but he thought about this old monk who had been sitting at the gate of the Demon Sect for decades and called his junior uncle Ke crazy.
, to call Master Shusheng Xiao Wang, he must be a very senior person from the world, and I am embarrassed to jump up and scold him.