Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 74, Liansheng Thirty-two (1)
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Being older and having higher status is always worthy of respect. This old monk said that he had made atonement for decades on Sigu Mountain. After all, he was not an old monk like Qu Nimatti.
Before stepping forward, he looked at the skinny old monk from a distance of more than ten feet, and said with a respectful expression: "This junior is indeed a student of the academy. The gate of the Demon Sect opens according to the weather, but I don't know why the senior said that all the bones on the ground are yours."
Sin?"
The old monk laughed dryly and weakly, and said: "This is naturally a relatively complicated story. Every time I meet a strange person in the valley, I always hear a long and wonderful story, maybe because I have already predicted it in my heart.
Pan, Ning Que's reaction was very calm, and he said softly: "Senior, please give me some advice."
The old monk was silent for a moment and recalled leisurely: "When Madman Ke started to travel around the world on behalf of the academy, wearing an ordinary green steel sword on his waist, no one in the world dared to take advantage of him. At that time, the power of the Demon Sect was still strong, and he acted arrogantly.
Bloodthirsty and unscrupulous, countless innocent people have been brutally murdered by the Demon Sect's people, so the encounter between the two will naturally lead to a storm."
"That storm was extremely bloody and violent. The strong men of the Demon Sect who were rampant in the Central Plains were killed by the sword of Madman Ke. Xiling Temple and the righteous colleagues also took this opportunity to eradicate the forces of the Demon Sect."
"Crazy Ke stood in the peak of the storm and pointed at the sky and the earth, with no awe in his eyes. Naturally, those old-fashioned people in the Xiling Temple would not like him. The Demon Sect was in great pain due to the storm, so they figured out a way.
I want to take advantage of the gap between the academy and the temple to set up a plan to provoke a war between the two sides."
"One year, during the Lanke Temple Bon Festival gathering, practitioners from all the Central Plains countries gathered together, and Shao dances were performed. The demon sect came back to wash the front grounds of Lanke Temple, but blamed this disaster on the temple's adjudicator.
This is the beginning of the story."
The old monk was as skinny as a ghost. When he slowly recounted the bloody events of those years, his tone and expression were as gentle as a spring breeze. In just a few words, he omitted the cruel scenes in the past.
Ning Que helped Mo Shanshan sit down against the wall, looked at the old monk at White Bone Mountain, and thought about the ancient story told by him. After a moment of silence, he said: "Bringing blame has always been classified as crude and clumsy."
The old monk pulled the corners of his drooped lips and smiled with difficulty. He looked at him with warm eyes and said with emotion: "The demon sect in the outside world has been destroyed. Even if there are any remaining ones, I'm afraid they will be like rats crossing the street.
So kids like you probably don’t know what the Demon Sect looked like back then and what kind of terrifying power it had."
It has been nearly two years since Ning Que left Weicheng and came into contact with the world of cultivation. Apart from the deserted people he met a few days ago, he only met a master who practiced the Demon Sect's skills at the Beishan Pass. Now that name in his eyes
The swordsman was not considered powerful, so he naturally didn't think the Demon Sect was that scary.
The old monk's eyes slowly lowered like withered leaves, as if recalling the arrogance of the Demon Sect back then, which was harmful to his old and peaceful state of mind. Then he continued to speak harmoniously: "The Demon Sect's technique is the art of stealing from the sky.
People who practice magic will have a healthy body and a long life, and there will be no thought waves
Movement is enough to avoid the prying eyes of practitioners. Back then, members of the Demon Sect took advantage of this to sneak into the Central Plains countries, or established themselves in the court for three generations, or grew up in the countryside and became the head of a large family.
There are people from the Demon Sect at the top of the Tang Kingdom’s Tianshu Office and the Xiling Temple.”
The old monk slowly raised his head, looked at him calmly and said: "If it weren't for the fear of the academy and other unknown places, the Demon Sect back then could change the dynasty once it fully mobilized. They didn't dare to go against heaven, but if they wanted to weave How can a pound of... conspiracy leave any flaws? In fact, during the bloodbath in Ke Temple, the Demon Sect endured the pain of a broken arm and exposed the chief minister Na Bian who had been hidden in the Judgment Department of the temple for decades. No one will disbelieve it."
Ning Que frowned and asked: "What does the bloody return to destroy Ke Temple have to do with the academy and my junior uncle?"
The old monk sighed, and his sigh was full of compassion: "The Demon Sect went back to Lanke Temple with blood on the Olan Festival. On the surface, it was against the practitioners of the righteous sects. In fact, it was against the envoys of the Tang Dynasty. But the Demon Sect They want to stir up the madness of Madman Ke, so their real targets are those poor women from the Tang Dynasty who only know how to dance."
Hearing these words, Ning Que's mood suddenly tightened. He learned from his second senior brother that everyone Jian and his junior uncle had an old relationship. At this time, he naturally thought that these dancers were from the Red Sleeve Moves of the past? However, everyone Jian is still alive and well now. Yes, occasionally when they meet me, they will raise their ears and ask their ancestors, who died back then?
At that time, the Demon Sect did not hesitate to pay such a high price and weave such a conspiracy. Naturally, it was clear who to kill would make the young master so crazy that he would rush to Taoshan regardless of everything. It would be like if he returned to Forty Alley and suddenly saw Sangsang. Lying in a pool of blood, with all the evidence pointing to the palace, of course he would not hesitate to rush through the palace gate with a knife and an arrow, break into the imperial study, tear up the painting of Flowers Blooming on the Other Side, and then chop the emperor's shoes into three hundred and six pieces. Fifteen pieces...
"But my junior uncle did not break into Peach Mountain, but destroyed the Demon Sect's mountain gate in a single moment."
Ning Que looked at the skinny old monk in Bone Mountain and asked in confusion: "What went wrong with the Demon Sect's arrangement?"
The old monk was silent for a long time, and then he laughed. Tea Lao's ugly smile concealed a very complicated meaning, some emotion, some shock, some bitterness, and some pride.
"There is no problem with the arrangement of the Demon Sect. At that time, the whole world thought that the Temple Judgment Division had bloodbathed Lanke Temple. Although it was incomprehensible, the elders of Lanke Temple who lived in seclusion in the back ridge of Washan Mountain were forced to leave. And he identified all the murderers as coming from Xiling, so no one would doubt him anymore."
The old monk looked at him quietly and said, "But Ke Haoran doesn't believe it."
Ning Que asked in confusion: "Why don't you believe me?"
The old monk said: "How can a man like Crazy Ke be so easy to deceive?"
Ning Que was stunned, shook his head and said, "There is no reason for this."
The old monk said with emotion: "I once asked him the same question back then."
Ning Que listened carefully.
The old monk smiled and said: "In this room at that time, he said: How can I, Mr. Ke, be so easy to deceive?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Then what?"
Ning Que asked, thinking that every story should have a then and an end.
The old monk asked slightly: "The story behind...doesn't the world today know about it?"
Ning Que said: "The content of the story will also change depending on the person telling the story."
"This story has a very simple ending."
The old monk's voice became even weaker and he said: "The Demon Sect's methods failed to deceive Crazy Ke, so he naturally went to the Demon Sect's mountain gate. At that time, the leader of the Demon Sect thought very highly of himself, and there were many strong men in the Demon Sect, but there was not much He was so scared that he thought that if you came, he would kill you... Crazy Ke naturally didn't want to be killed by them, so he killed them all."
He didn't want to be killed by them, so he killed them all.
A very simple narrative, a very simple story, but it is a shocking past that has been lost in the dust of history. The simpler it is, the more frightening it is. After decades, only this old monk, as skinny as a ghost, and
The endless skeletons filling the main hall of the Demon Sect can also prove what happened here back then.
Ning Que looked into the old monk's sunken eyes: "Then why do you want to atone for your sins? What does this matter have to do with you?"
The old monk raised his arms like twigs... The monk's clothes on the arms were ragged, and his fingers were slightly spread to form a handprint. The joints under the skin of the ten fingers were horribly visible, just like a pair of bone hands protruding from the underworld, but the bones of the hands were knotted
The handprints faintly release a warm and peaceful atmosphere, and compassion is like two white lotuses descending from the sky.
The aura in the Bone Hand White Lotus handprint was extremely powerful and pure but had no lethality at all. As the aura gradually released, the surface of the white bones and corpses around the old monk suddenly developed a layer of extremely warm and translucent luster, as if they were about to come to life.
Ning Que stared at the two pairs of bone hands in front of the old monk's abdomen, feeling the aura, and was shocked and speechless. The level of strength displayed by the old monk was too unfathomable, and it was actually the most powerful he had ever seen in his life.
Mo Shanshan was sitting against the wall, looking at the white lotus-like handprints formed by the old monk's bony hands. He suddenly remembered a sentence his teacher mentioned when he was a child, and he couldn't help but look surprised.
"There is a lotus in the west that falls gracefully into the world, with thirty-two petals growing on its own...the petals are different, each one is the world."
"Atonement... naturally because this sin is mine."
"Because there has never been any conspiracy of the Demon Sect, this conspiracy is also mine."
"The Chairman of the Judgment Division is from the Demon Sect. I knew it many years ago. I also knew what they wanted to do. I didn't do anything... I sat on the black and cold seat, propped up my chin, and kept quiet.
Just watch them finish this matter, and then prepare to find a suitable time to tell Ke Haoran."
"But I still underestimated Ke Haoran after all. He knew that this thing was done by the Demon Sect without me showing the carefully preserved evidence. This was good, so I remained quiet and sat on that black and cold table.
Sit on the seat, hold your chin, and wait quietly for the last moment to arrive."
The old monk, who was as skinny as a ghost, sat among the piles of corpses on the Bone Mountain, with white lotus seals on his bony hands, and gentle and compassionate eyes.
Ning Que's eyes widened and he asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you? What did you want to do back then?"
This was the second time the old monk heard this question. He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky. The iron chain passing through his abdomen was moved, making a clear sound, and the pain returned to his skinny face.
The old monk looked at the sky with his deep-set eyes still warm, and the white lotus petals formed by his bone hands bloomed.
"Back then, I wanted to destroy the Demon Sect, and I wanted Ke Haoran to die, but I didn't expect that I spent half my life trying to turn the entire Demon Sect into a torrential storm and hit him, but he still didn't die.
"As for who I am?"
The old monk withdrew his gaze, looked at the two of them and said gently: "I am the judge."
"Lotus God's Throne?"
An incredible voice suddenly sounded from the back of the room.
Ye Hongyu, a Taoist idiot in ragged clothes, arrived here at some point. She looked at the handprints formed by the hands of the ghost-like monk in the bone mountain, with an expression of disbelief and fanatical joy on her face.
Mo Shanshan shouted out almost at the same time: "Master Liansheng?"