The sound of copper bells is clear and sweet, which can purify the heart. Kingfishers jump on the road to welcome the crowds coming down from Washan Mountain. Among the crowd are more than ten ascetics from the Yuelun Kingdom, wearing hats and holding iron staffs, their faces full of smiles.
The old woman with a mean expression in her wrinkles was naturally Aunt Qu Ni Madi, who was very senior in the Buddhist sect. She was still as pretty as a flower, but she looked obviously much more haggard. The nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia walked silently beside her.
beside.
But the most eye-catching thing is a light chariot in the middle of the crowd. The chariot is covered with a ball of curtains, embroidered with Buddhist mantras, and painted with gorgeous patterns of Buddhist scriptures and stories. It looks extremely solemn and gorgeous. I don’t know what Buddha is sitting in the chariot.
Who are you looking at? The abbot of Lanke Temple and Monk Guanhai, a close disciple of Elder Qishan, are actually standing by with respectful faces.
Looking at the black carriage next to Huyue Stream, and Ning Que holding an iron bow in the carriage, Qu Ni Madi's right hand holding the cane was exposed with veins. She didn't know what kind of pain it caused, and she was showing her old age, and the resentment in her eyes was
His expression became more intense, while Lu Chenjia's expression was indifferent, as if he hadn't seen Ning Que at all.
Looking at the people coming from the mountain road, Ning Que thought that if the people coming were just Qu Ni Madi and Nympho, there would be no need for Monk Guanhai to abandon his Sangsang and go to greet them in person, so his eyes fell on that
On the Fang Buddha chariot, it is speculated that the identity of the monk in the chariot should be extraordinary, and may even come from Xuankong Temple.
When the practitioners saw that the visitors were Aunt Qu Ni Madi and the nymphomaniac, they all saluted and said hello. At the same time, they also guessed the identity of the people in the Buddha's chariot like Ning Que, and actually dared to speak to the academy disciples in a lecturing tone.
Qu Ni Madi nodded indifferently and returned the greeting to everyone. She was one of the most senior people in the spiritual world. She had earned the reputation of being highly virtuous and respectable due to her age. She did not need to talk to these junior practitioners, and
Her attention always stayed on Ning Que. If her eyes were full of hatred, they could turn into flying knives. At this time, Ning Que had already been stabbed with holes and blood dripping from her eyes.
The nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia remained indifferent and speechless. No matter how respectful the practitioners who came to salute were, she had no reaction, as if the world around her did not exist at all.
Probably because he saw Ning Que still holding his bow and aiming at the old monk in yellow, that rich and majestic voice came out from the Buddhist chariot again, and it sounded extremely stern: "The soldier is inauspicious, why don't you put it down quickly!"
Ning Que was silent for a moment, then he loosened the tight bowstring and moved the arrow cluster slightly.
No longer being targeted by the iron arrow, the old monk in yellow suddenly felt that the cold murderous intention that had been surrounding him had disappeared. Only then did he realize that the monk's clothes were already soaked with sweat, and then he understood his previous fear and couldn't help but smile.
Seeing this scene, the practitioners who had been nervous all this time breathed a sigh of relief.
Qu Ni Madi looked at Ning Que and said mockingly in a hoarse voice: "It turns out that the Academy can only bully the weak..."
Suddenly, her voice filled with resentment and mockery suddenly stopped.
Because the iron arrow in Ning Que's hand was actually aimed at the Buddhist chariot!
In Qu Ni Madi's view, the eminent monk in the Buddhist chariot would definitely be able to intimidate the academy. She originally wanted to use this opportunity to humiliate Ning Que, but she never expected that Ning Que would be so tough!
She shouted sternly: "Ning Que, you are so brave!"
From the moment he heard the crisp ringing of copper bells coming from the mountain path, and then heard the rich Buddhist sound, Ning Que knew that a real Buddhist master was here, and he even vaguely guessed the origin of the other person.
But so what?
"Of course my academy likes to do such interesting things as bullying, but in fact we prefer to smash those things that seem to be the hardest, whether it is rules or those guys who like to show off."
Ning Que aimed an iron arrow at the monk's figure in the Buddha's chariot and said: "There are so many people by the stream today. It seems that the master has the highest level and the toughest methods, but I don't know if you dare to take one of my arrows."
The bow string was tightened again, and the iron arrows were condensed and ready to be fired. However, this time Ning Que fired the bow, but it was completely different from when he aimed at the old monk in yellow. An extremely powerful aura was slowly released from his body.
Those kingfishers that jumped for joy under the Buddha's chariot and were intoxicated by the compassionate breath of the eminent monk in the chariot sensed this powerful and cold breath, let out several frightened calls, fluttered their wings and flew into the green bamboos before disappearing.
The autumn wind gradually picked up, and the big green trees swayed uneasily. The dense branches and leaves rustled, and were affected by the breath of the iron arrow in Ning Que's hand. Hundreds of green leaves fell one after another, landing around the black carriage. (-< Shuhai Pavilion>-
net.)
As this powerful aura appeared on Ning Que, the expressions of those high-level cultivators on Shanping suddenly changed. Cheng Ziqing, a strong man in the sword pavilion, who knew the fate, had the strongest reaction. His slender hands were unexpectedly random and unconscious.
And when he moved, he held his hand in a semicircle, stimulated by this breath, and had a strong urge to draw the sword out of its sheath!
Qu Ni Madi's face became extremely ugly. She vaguely guessed something, but she still couldn't believe that Ning Que, whom she hated the most, actually had such an opportunity.
Monk Guanhai knew Ning Que's temperament and said in shock: "Thirteenth senior brother, put down the arrow quickly. The master is the head of the Discipline Academy of Xuankong Temple. You must not act rashly!"
With these words, the whole place was in an uproar, and everyone was extremely shocked. Some could not believe what they heard. You must know that the unknown place is a legend in the practice world. It is extremely difficult for ordinary practitioners to see it. But today in Washan, actually
It is really unimaginable to see the disciples from the back mountain of the academy first and then the people from the Xuankong Temple!
If the academy is a place where two worlds are connected, and it is known to the world to be in the south of Chang'an City, so there are occasional opportunities to see those worldly masters in the back mountains, then the Taoist Sect's Zhishou Temple and the Buddhist Sect's Hanging Temple are both.
It really only appears in classics and rumors, and basically no one can see it.
Everyone looked at the Buddhist chariot and couldn't help but wonder in shock, could it be that behind the curtain is really the eminent monk of Xuankong Temple? How could the Ullama Festival in Lanke Temple alarm so many outsiders?
It is natural for people to be excited and excited, but at this time, no one walked to the Buddha's chariot to salute and say hello like they did when they visited Ning Que before, because the Buddha's chariot was currently being aimed at by an iron arrow.
After hearing the words of the sea-watching monk, Ning Que's expression did not change at all. The left hand holding the iron bow was as steady as the mountain stream that has not changed for thousands of years, calmly and attentively waiting for the reply of the person in the Buddha's chariot.
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The academy faces the Hanging Temple.
Mr. Thirteen looks at the first seat of the Discipline Academy.
Just these names are enough to shock the cultivation world. The practitioners beside the mountain stream subconsciously suppressed the urge to exclaim and stared nervously at the scene. Even their breathing slowed down a lot.
Confrontation between unknown places can actually happen in this world. Being able to witness such a battle with your own eyes is enough to drive ordinary practitioners in the world crazy. How can you not be excited and nervous?
It was unusually quiet next to the mountain stream, and all one could hear was the mournful and frightening call of the kingfisher in the bamboo, and the gentle hooves of horses grazing on the grass.
They were waiting for that rich voice to sound from the Buddhist chariot again.
They were looking forward to how the visitors from the Hanging Temple in the Buddhist chariot would face the arrow from the academy.
A long time passed without any sound coming from the Buddhist chariot.
The autumn wind gently blew the green leaves, but the eminent monk of Xuankong Temple remained silent.
Ning Que asked him if he dared to take an arrow from him.
The monk of Xuankong Temple did not answer.
That means you don't dare.
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Ning Que was not surprised by Buddha's silence.
For ordinary practitioners in the world, Xuankong Temple has a legendary status and a kind of innate awe.
But he came from an academy, and he had seen the monks from Xuankong Temple, so he treated them with a normal attitude.
From the moment he heard the sound of the copper bell, he was judging the opponent's level of cultivation.
He didn't know where the Discipline Academy was, nor what position the Discipline Academy's leader had in the temple, but he was certain that the other party was definitely not the most powerful person like the legendary Sutra leader in Xuankong Temple.
Buddhism does not have a teaching about practicing the five realms, but it does have the wonderful meaning of enlightenment.
After listening to two sentences in a row, he confirmed that this person from Xuankong Temple must be a person of great enlightenment. If it can be described as the realm of spiritual cultivation, it is at least equivalent to the realm of knowing fate.
If it were Ning Que in front of the Red Lotus Temple, facing a strong man who knew his destiny, he would definitely turn around and run away.
However, in that autumn rain, he already knew his fate.
The cultivation level of this Xuankong Temple monk should be a bit higher than that of the current Prince Longqing, but when it comes to the evil and terrifying skills and the charisma and practicality of his methods, I am afraid he is not as good as Longqing.
After Ning Que advanced to Zhiming Realm, it was difficult for ordinary Zhiming Realm practitioners to catch his Yuan Thirteen Arrows without preparation. Moreover, he had been silent for too long since he came to Washan. He fired twice today.
But the bow has never been shot. This arrow is the powerful arrow that my spirit is about to overflow, and I long for it the most.
If Long Qing reappears here, he will no longer be able to catch his arrow.
Therefore, he was sure that the monk from Xuankong Temple in the Buddhist chariot could not catch him, so the other party would naturally not dare to pick him up.
Looking at the Buddhist chariot that had been silent for a long time, Ning Que smiled and said something.
"Since you don't dare to answer, then please master, please continue to remain silent."
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If you don’t dare to answer, then continue to remain silent.
The kingfisher hiding in the green bamboo seemed to understand Ning Que's words, and was too frightened to call out. The horses on the grassy slope also stopped walking in fear, and there was a real silence.
Qu Ni Madi couldn't believe that when she saw the scene, she actually looked a little desperate. She had always seemed like a careless and ignorant nympho, and she couldn't help but look at Ning Que who was standing on the black carriage, her eyes were extremely complicated.
There was deathly silence next to the mountain stream, and everyone in the room was shocked and unbelievable. Because of Ning Que's tyranny, and even more because of the power of the academy, the iron arrows were controlled without being fired, and actually forced the monks of Xuankong Temple to remain silent. This shocked the whole audience, and no one dared
answer.
"After practicing Taoism for three years, I understood my destiny. How can there be such unreasonable things in the world?"
Cheng Ziqing, a powerful swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty, looked at Ning Que standing on the black carriage facing the autumn wind, and murmured with a slight voice: "Brother, you once said that the master is as high as several floors. Now it seems that there is no master like that in the world.
A building as tall as a building, and what’s even more frightening is that... several more tall buildings are about to be built in the academy.”