Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 166: Clouds in the World, Blood-faced Buddha
Ning Ning has no experience in fighting the teacher.
But he has a lot of experience in fighting.
So when this quiet and joyful street in the morning, the steaming air of the buns, the happy children and the adults of Mu and the whole Chang'an City disappeared in front of him, but he was not shocked, but made the fastest response.
He closed his eyes, pulled out the firewood knife around his waist, and recalled the scene that the last scene he saw before closed his eyes. According to the traces of the residual in his mind, he chopped it in front of him.
The blade came to the wind, and it was not sharp, but also took Lao Bizhai's wood chips, and accurately splitted the eyebrows of the middle -aged monk. The distance of a eyebrow was not biased.
The grave head in front of Ning is far away, far away from thousands of miles.
But it's very close, near you.
He took the slender Pu Dao behind his back and split down, as if he was still carrying the body of the grass with the grass scrap of Lake, and accurately split the grave head. From thousands of miles away to his eyes, he had not leaked in one inch.
However, this seemingly Pei Ruo Mo Yu's knife fell on that lonely grave.
You can see a gap on the slender Pu Dao waist.
In the early morning street of Chang'an City, the middle -aged monk seemed to have not seen the firewood knife who was slashing towards his eyebrows in the morning wind. He looked ahead calmly, his eyes focused and firm.
The thin monk standing next to him, turned over the wrist, a iron stick made of fine iron, whistled and empty, inserted into the bluestone slab deep, and stopped in front of the knife.
A dull impact sound.
Ning Que closed his eyes and knees slightly slightly, and his toes fluttered to the street with a rebounding force.
Chen Pippi frowned slightly.
Next to the master or swordsman who walks in the world, there will be melee martial arts practitioners as a threatened melee. This combination has become a recognized rule of the world.
Close threats do not violate the rules of duel.
Chen Pippi does not know that Ning Que's understanding of the rules of the world is similar to an idiot. He is not angry at the two monks in Baita Temple to Ning Que.
Because the streets on the streets are like pedestrians and city scenes.
Children are still happy to tear the soft wet paper that is hot and soft in the big meat buns.
The man in the bun shop was still there, and he was very indifferent and proudly accepted the copper plate to the neighborhood bamboo basket. The sound of selling in the bun's mouth was quieter than the hot air emerging in the steamer.
The neighborhood around the steamed drawer, some people were angry and reprimanded the foreign people who cut in line. Some people and neighbors exchanged the victory and defeat of last night.
When the bun came up, all the conversations stopped Xia Ran, and became a lively coax.
No one noticed the two exotic monks on the street, and no one noticed that the two gentlemen in the back of the academy appeared in the world, and no one even found that the street was began a silent and tragic dangerous duel at this time.
Noisy and lively, so calm and joyful.
This is no longer in the red dust, it is intended to be outside the Three Realms.
Instead, Zen thought, before the life of Cangsheng, a Taoist railway threshold was repaired.
Chen Pippi did not expect that the realm of the unknown middle -aged ascetic monk from Baita Temple was so strong that he was so powerful that he could not help but start to worry about the coming of Ning Que.
Ning Que's step back.
The lonely grave thousands of miles away became clearer in his eyes.
The grave was built from ordinary bluestone clay. It could not be seen that there was any special feature, but it was cut off by him before, and there was no trace of the slightest.
Thousands of miles of lonely graves, there is nowhere to talk about desolate.
Looking at the desolate grave, he felt more and more desolate, and felt more and more cold, as if the calories in his body were running away in the air.
However, in the spiritual world, where is the real body?
Ning Que looked at the lonely grave thousands of miles away, knowing that the chills came from the lonely grave, and the desire of the middle -aged monk was attacking himself in the spiritual world.
This kind of Buddhism is very clever, and it can even be said to be amazing.
The mental power of the middle -aged monk infiltrates like the rainy rain of the spring, and it is extremely dangerous when the peace is in danger. It is the meaning of silence.
Since falling into emotions, it is no longer difficult to extricate yourself.
If you replace it with other people, even if it is more pure and stronger than Ning Que, in the face of such a Buddhist Zen Zen offensive, I am afraid that it will be difficult to cope with it, and I do n’t even know how to deal with it.
However, Ning Que once passed the spiritual world of Master Lian Sheng.
Master Lian Sheng learned from the three Buddhist devils. He recited the scriptures at the Hangong Temple and became a Buddhist mountain gatekeeper. He was shocking in the world. Although the master had died in the spiritual world, the master was far less than that of this name from Bai.
The middle -aged monk of the Tower Temple is strong, but it is necessary to be spiritual and realm. I do n’t know if this person is going to know how many people are.
The swimmers who have been fighting with the sea storm are difficult to drow in the stream. How can I have seen the seventy petals of Lian Sheng and the flavor of the petals, how can it be infected by a grave?
Before the silence of Qianli Lonely Tomb, it was unmoved and expressionless.
He adhered to a heart, condensed silently, abandoned the knife in his hand, and fascinated the horrible scalpel of the mountain in the air with his strength, and cut it towards the grave again.
No matter how hard the lonely grave is, it will be broken.
It was not broken by the knife, but was crushed by a mountain -like knife!
The hot steam in the bun shop, the crowd squeezed out with the buns and the breeze drum dàng came to the street.
Those white steams cover the body of middle -aged monks and Ning Que.
As if the cloud, it is not in the world.
Ning Que opened his right hand, the firewood knife slipped from his hand, fell on the ground, and a light sound was made.
He stood in the sea of the world with his eyes closed and stood silent in the world.
The face of the middle -aged monk was suddenly pale, his body trembled violently, and he was shaking. It seemed that he had to lie down in the sea of clouds at any time.
Hesh's double palms were slowly and firmly moved together.
The steam flowing clouds on the street gradually Ning Ning.
The middle -aged monk finally stood slowly and stabilized, and did not fall down. The lonely grave was crushed into countless gravels by Ning Que, and a huge stone Buddha with dozens of heights appeared in the air after the sky.
The stone Buddha face was kind and compassionate, and the open eyes seemed to have a thunderbolt that was cumulating.
Mercy and anger seem to be two kinds of emotions that cannot be compatible.
However, this stone Buddha face was perfectly displayed.
Mercy's unfortunate, and anger.
Shi Buddha's mouth chun tightly, like a line, a shallow line carved with a carved knife, it seems that tens of thousands of years have never opened their mouths and said.
Ning Que looked at this line, thinking of the beautiful red line of the white girl in the white girl.
Shi Buddha did not speak.
There is a Buddhist scripture in the heavens and the earth, the two words of the single syllable, the meaning is unknown, but it is far away.
The gravel was full of gravel, and it was like rain, smashing to the earth.
Ning Que looked up at the sky, watching the earth and rocks, I don't know how to deal with it.
The sky was full of gravel, and it fell on him, and fell on his face.
〖True〗 Real body pain, clearly introduced into his sea of knowledge, made him realize that every part of his body, his body's dirty, was suffering from the attack of heaven and earth.
At this moment, he remembered the scene where the old man Lu Qingchen killed the scholar.
The scholar has already entered the demon and still died.
Ning Que has already entered the magic, but he is a real magic.
How could he kill him?
So it's just painful, there is no rest.
The steam in the bun shop is still drifting on the street.
The middle -aged monk stood between the clouds and fog, and his eyes became deeper, but there was a hot glory in the deepest look.
He did not expect that the academy Ning Que was never known for his thoughts, but he had such a strong thought. When he attacked the other party to know the sea with his thoughts, he could easily resolve the silence of thousands of miles of lonely graves.
However, what shocked him even more is that the full sky in the spiritual world is a direct attack that he controlled the body of the practitioners with the power of heaven and earth, but he couldn't hurt the other party!
Such a horrible body strength, and it is obviously not the defense formed by the strong body of the martial arts peak. Then there is only one reason. That reason is the source of the middle -aged monk's shock and killing.
The middle -aged monk's double palm was originally aligned, and at this time, it gradually separated.
His left index finger was cut off, and a blood hole was dug out from his right palm.
Then he torn off a piece of blood without expression.
After doing this movement, his dark cheeks became pale, and the old -fashioned old -fashionedness appeared. The wrinkles seemed to be stacked layered by the garbage dumps made by rainwater.
He slowly wiped the blood and meat in his right palm on the face of this dry manuscript.
This is not the bloody fingerprints of the magic sect.
It is the most powerful and most powerful essence of the Buddha. The disciples of Buddhist Buddhism who applied this method of exercise, even if the realm is deep, it is very likely that it will die.
If it wasn't for the mountain gate, or encountered thousands of enemies, no Buddhist disciples would use this kind of violation of the compassion of Buddhism.
When the middle -aged monk dug his blood, Chen Pippi immediately reacted, and he was shocked to think that what he had and his younger brother had any resentment, but he had to put him to death!
At this dangerous moment, as a disciple of the academy, where can you manage?
The large courtyard suit drifted without wind on his body.
The index finger is slightly flexed, and the world of the world's stream fingers must be attacked to the middle -aged monk according to the academy.
However, something happened at this time.
That thing made Chen Pippi a moment of stun.
The victory and defeat of the spiritual world often only takes a moment.!.!.