Volume 3 Eventful Autumn Chapter 9 Who will cover the night in the future?
Volume 3: Chapter 9: Who will protect you from the night in the future?
It turned out to be what the uncle of the junior teacher said. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple Ning Que looked at the last and weakest light in Chang'an City in the distance, and was silent for a long time, and asked: "Teacher, do you really have to go to Lanke Temple?
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The Master said, "It's up to you to decide. But if you don't go to this experience, no one can answer the doubts in your heart, and you can't answer them. And I always think that this trip to Lanke Temple is your opportunity."
Ning Que asked: "What kind of opportunity is it?"
"I am a person who doesn't believe in opportunities." The Master said: "However, after seeing a lot of things over the years, I gradually felt that my views were too stubborn and had some new understandings. Opportunity is not destined to happen.
Things are the things that some people living in this world, because of their own ideas, even if they have an idea, they begin to affect the surrounding environment and people, and ultimately affect the other party in the distance."
"Until we meet, the thoughts in our hearts will be transformed into actual stories, and then you go back to the beginning of the event and often find that what you end up getting is exactly what you think, which is probably an opportunity."
The Master continued: "Sangsangna girl's illness may be able to suffer from her own illness, but it is better to be able to see the monk in Lanke Temple. If you inherit the mantle of your uncle, you still need to learn some Buddhism to dilute it.
If you want to find out whether you are the son of Hades, you should also see what is going on in the Ullam-Ji. If you need to do these, that is the opportunity."
Ning Que said in a daze: "It's very similar to what monks say that can't understand."
The Master said, "If you listen to the monks more in the future, you will understand."
“Is there any danger?”
"When you walk, you will be hit and killed by a carriage."
"Teacher, I just think that your words are the default."
"Where did I recognize it?"
Ning Que withdrew his gaze looking at Chang'an City at night, looked down at his knees, and said, "If you even teacher, you think that's dangerous, what should I do with Sangsang?"
The Master smiled and said, ""Where can Buddha jump over the wall in the world without simmering the fire for three days and three nights? No experience..."
Ning Que raised his hand and begged for mercy and said in pain: "I heard what the uncle said, my ears were almost calloused. Teacher, you don't have to change the formula. (")"
The Master said, "Go and take a look, as the saying goes, you won't know if you don't look."
Ning Que sighed and said, "The world is so wonderful."
The Master said in a strange way: "It's so good to pick it up."
“Where’s the best place?”
"There is a rhyme."
“I just find it boring.”
The wind is still blowing tonight, and the cliffs are so gentle, but Ning Que's mood is not relaxed. He asked with a sad expression: "Teacher, you are a capable person. Can't you really see the future pictures?"
The Master said: "The ultimate thing about practicing is time. Although I live longer than ordinary people, I am sorry that I have not experienced the last invasion of the underworld and have not seen anything before the last eternal night.
It is precisely because of this that I have not fully understood the Mingzi Book. I don’t know how this story will develop. You are now a character in this story, so I don’t know what will happen to you in the future.
The change, but I hope that would be good.”
Ning Que asked: "Are there anyone in the world who has experienced the last invasion of the underworld?"
In the past, he did not believe that practitioners could live for thousands of years. However, as he entered the back mountain of the academy and his knowledge increased, he began to think about whether there was really something like eternal life in the world.
The Master said, "I know there are two people who have experienced the last eternal night."
Ning Que didn't expect that there was actually a person, and asked in surprise: "What kind of person is it?"
The Master remembered something, and his expression became a little complicated, and he said calmly: "A drunkard, a butcher... But they ignore the world, and I'm afraid they can't be considered human."
Ning Que remembered the strange dreams he had once again. "
In a dream, there was an alcoholic butcher. The two people stood beside him and stared at him. In another dream, the master snatched the wine bag from the alcoholic and drank it. Then, the butcher then snatched the butcher.
He snatched a pig's back and chewed his mouth. Could it be that the two people that Master said?
Ning Que was shocked and speechless, saying, "Teacher, don't you really want to hear my dream?"
The Master looked at him and said with a smile: "Don't you understand yet? That is your own dream after all."
At this point, Ning Que finally understood what the teacher meant.
Any story needs to be advanced to know the subsequent development. Any picture needs to be seen with your own eyes to know what color it is, whether you are the son of Pluto, and what will happen in the future. You need to walk in the story yourself and then choose,
In other words, you are the author.
The Master floated away.
On the dark cliff, there was only Ning Que alone. Looking at Yeqiong and Liuyun, he remembered what Master Liansheng said to him before his death and frowned.
"You have become a demon. If you want to cultivate a demon, you must first practice Buddha. Then please bravely walk into the night. Although you don't have any chance of success and may die as soon as you set out on the road, I still bless you and curse you.
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He silently repeated this passage, then stood up, waved his hand to greet Ye Se, who occupied his entire vision, and said, "If you are really Pluto, if I am really your son, then please remember to be a teacher or not
When you stay with me, you must cover me."
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Xiling, on the spring-filled peach mountain, the black Temple of Judgment exudes a solemn and cold smell. The space inside the hall is extremely wide. Hundreds of priests in red robes and deacons in black knelt on the smooth and flat ground, looking
It's like a red flower in the dark night being printed on the ground.
The priests and deacons have been kneeling for a long time, and their knees are already in great pain, but no one dares to stand up, and no one dares to look up. They look down at their reflection on the smooth floor of the temple and see the humble expression on their faces.
Even they themselves cannot understand why they are so humble. A fear from the deepest part made their bodies stiff, so the red flower on the ground became a little shrill, and they could not feel any beauty, and they could only feel secluded.
A cold and bloody smell came to my face.
For countless years, this has been the case with the Judgment Office of the Xiling Temple. The people inside deal with terrifying punishments all day long and believe in the principle that the strong will always be strong, so no one is unfamiliar with this atmosphere.
The Temple of Judgment has not changed much, it is still so empty and cold, and the blood-coagulated black jade throne is still there, but the pearl curtain in front of the throne was broken into pearl powder in the battle a few days ago, and it was no longer possible.
It could not be repaired, and was eventually swept into the garbage dump by a servant, and no one knew where he had gone.
The bead curtain has existed in the Temple of Judgment for many years, adding a lot of mysterious and terrifying atmosphere to the powerful man on the throne. People have become accustomed to the existence of the bead curtain, and now they have to get used to not having the bead curtain.
, because the powerful man on the throne of God has died.
Now sitting on the throne of the Black Jade God is a young and beautiful girl. Of course, in the eyes of all subordinates of the Judgment Department, the girl's body now has a certain divine nature. Because it is impossible to look directly, there is no concept of beauty in the world.
, She represents strength and terror.
After a long time, Ye Hongyu sat on the Mo Yu God's throne with his jaw, and remained silent, with no expression on his face, and was extremely calm, so he became extremely cold.
She didn't speak, and there was no sound in the entire temple of Judgment. All the priests and deacons knelt on the ground, dared not look up, or even guessed anything. Some timid people's teeth were terrified, but they found this sound.
It was so clear that I almost fainted.
Ye Hongyu looked at the people who were kneeling in front of her, listened to the nervous and fearful breathing, recalled the things she had seen and experienced over the years, and a faint mockery appeared between her picturesque eyebrows and eyes.
I hate emotions and even see some fatigue.
A priest walked in from the side of the temple and knelt in front of the Black Jade God's throne and saluted respectfully.
Ye Hongyu waved his hand a little bored.
The priest opened the thick file, looked at the fear kneeling in front of the throne of the gods, and said with a expressionless expression: "The kind and majestic Haotian has guided people out of the dark wasteland, and the apostle holding a sharp sword in his hand trampled on the ancient river
The remaining ice in the road stood before the bonfire and declared to the people..."
Just like the change of dynasties in the secular world, the inheritance of the throne of the throne will always set off a bloody storm. With the indifferent and ruthless voice of the priest, fourteen red-robed priests and black-robed deacons were dragged out of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne
, from time to time, the sound of axes or crying sounds sounded outside the hall.
As staunch supporters of the former ruling of the throne, some of these fourteen priests and deacons must die, and may have to live to continue to contribute to the Xiling Temple. The dead are actually worthy of gratitude, because the living will regret the rest of their lives. Why did they turn out to be the first to be?
Dao Yi will be so stupid when he loses power.
The voice of the priest echoed in the empty temple of judgment. As the name was revealed one by one, the subordinates of the ruling department who were kneeling on the ground became more and more afraid. No one knew whether they would click their own name.
Only the few temple cavalry commanders in black and gold armor who were kneeling in the middle seemed relatively calm.
The head of the Temple Cavalry is directly under the jurisdiction of the Judgment Department, but since Prince Longqing died two years ago, the personnel and punishment power of the Temple Cavalry was transferred to the hands of Luo Kedi, the commander of the God Guard. Moreover, these heads believed that they were in this Temple of Judgment.
Although the war is not respectful enough to the current zodiac masters, they are not those priests who only know how to read the scriptures and have no power to tie a chicken, but powerful people with the realm of Cave Xuan.
The Judgment Department is very realistic. As long as you have enough strength, you can redeem the corresponding sins and be qualified to continue to survive. After all, the Xiling Temple reigns on the world by executors like them.
However, what everyone in the temple unexpectedly expected was that the priest's eyes finally fell on the gorgeous black and gold armor of these cavalry commanders, and they slowly read out their names.
"Purple Ink."
"Yuan Jun."
"Liu Xiao."
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Listening to his name, the leaders of the temple cavalry could not suppress the fear and confusion in their hearts. They raised their heads and looked at the square of the Moyu God's Cavalry. However, they found that the girl sitting on the God's Cavalry was holding her jaw and closing her eyes.
It seems to be asleep.
The cavalry commander named Zi Mo was the most qualified and strongest among the fields. He looked at him with horror, but he didn't know what to do with his colleagues, shook his head, slowly stood up, and gently brushed his knees.
He looked at the girl on the throne and asked slowly, "Why?"