A few days ago in Washan Zen Monastery, Ning Que had a few words with the nymphomaniac across the wall. When he returned to the room to help Sangsang get dressed, he handed her a bag of tips and said that if anything happened, she should remember to tell her in her heart.
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I told him in my heart that I just wanted to think about it, so facing the sudden attack and when it was too late to do anything, Sangsang did not forget to think about it.
As soon as she thought about it, Ning Que knew.
So Ning Que also thought about it.
With a thought, he triggered the bag of tips that Sangsang had hidden in his sleeve.
The light in the dark Buddhist hall suddenly deformed, especially the space in front of Sangsang, which was distorted into countless overlapping mirrors by the powerful talisman power coming from the kit.
The jasmine petals splashed out from the tea and fell on the mirrors. The collision of the two breaths caused a strong wind in the hall, and the dust accumulated in the cracks of the bricks was blown out, creating a huge smoke.
The petals fell on the mirror surface and trembled as they burrowed inside. However, they could only penetrate two or three layers before becoming slumped and weak, sadly twisted, crushed into mud, and scattered.
The nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia was sitting in the corner, his eyes were extremely shocked, his flower-like face looked extremely painful, and he vomited blood with a loud sound, wetting his clothes.
After a while, the aura of runes lingering in the Buddhist hall gradually dissipated.
The numerous mirror guards in front of Sangsang also converged and disappeared without a trace. The powder of jasmine petals was mixed with the tea that was torn into the smallest droplets, and gently slapped on her face, making it slightly wet.
Ning Que slowly stood up and looked at Lu Chenjia, with no emotion on his face.
During this trip to Lanke Temple, before encountering the Buddhist chariot, he had never worried about the safety of himself and Sangsang. Just as he once said to Xian Zhilang, in the world today, people who are stronger than him will suffer because of his teacher.
People with poor background dare not provoke him. Those who have no knowledge and dare to provoke him cannot afford to provoke him.
However, this is not an absolutely rational world. There are still lunatics like Long Qing, and there are many people who have become extremely crazy and fanatical due to various reasons. For example, the loss of a child or the loss of a husband.
Ning Que was very grateful to Long Qing for giving him a nearly fatal blow in the autumn rain in front of the Honglian Temple, which made him regain the caution and calmness he had in Minshan. He had a few conversations with Lu Chenjia in the Washan Temple.
, especially when he saw the look in her eyes, he was always wary that this woman would go crazy like Long Qing, so he put the tips bag next to Sangsang.
In that kit, there is a magical talisman left by Master Yan Se.
"Although I can't accept it, I can barely understand that you have always wanted to kill me because of what happened to your fiancé, but this matter has nothing to do with Sangsang. Why do you do this?"
Ning Que looked at Lu Chenjia and asked.
Lu Chenjia raised his arm and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, with a slightly demented smile on his pale and beautiful face. He said: "I am very sure that I will kill myself now. I can only free myself, not let myself go."
Pain. So since I want you to suffer, why should I kill you?"
She stared resentfully into Ning Que's eyes and said in a trembling voice: "You once killed the most important person to me. Do you know what it felt like? That was when your whole world was destroyed before your eyes. The more beautiful the past memories are.
, the more painful your life becomes now. If you kill Long Qing, you will destroy my world. You have turned me into a walking zombie. I live in pain every day and struggle on the edge of collapse."
Ning Que said: "Many people have experienced this kind of pain."
"No! You don't know! You will never know how painful it is."
Lu Chenjia shed tears and said sadly: "You have never lost, how could you know that kind of pain will tear your heart into pieces of flesh and blood, so I was really happy when I knew that Sang Sang was seriously ill and was about to die.
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Ning Que looked at her and said, "When you found out that Sangsang's illness might be cured by Master Qishan, you couldn't bear it any longer and decided to kill her yourself?"
Lu Chenjia looked at him and said foolishly: "Yes, I just want you to watch the most important person die in front of you. I want you to feel the pain."
Ning Que said: "Unfortunately, I will probably never be able to feel the pain you are feeling now in this life, but I am more curious about where your pain comes from since Long Qing is not dead yet."
Lu Chenjia listened to these words, smiled sadly, and said with great pain: "Yes, he is not dead yet, but now he has become neither human nor ghost, like a dog, he was chased by Xiling Temple and fled into
In the wilderness, he even betrayed the faith he had held on to for half his life and turned into a devil. Isn't living like this more terrifying than death? Compared with now, I would rather he was shot to death by your arrow in the wilderness back then! "
"In my opinion, no matter how you live, it is certainly better than death."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I don't understand now. Is it Long Qing that you like, or the identity of the prince of the Yan Kingdom, the symbol hidden under the glorious appearance of the Goddess of Xiling Beauty?"
"If he is really the most important person to you, then no matter how his identity changes, how his position changes, whether he is glorious or bleak and ugly, whether he is a god or a monster, a saint or a devil, he will still be the most important person in your heart.
Unless you only like that shell, but if you like that shell, it is still unreasonable to suffer like this because of that shell."
His voice was calm, not deliberately sarcastic or harsh, but...every word was heart-breaking.
Lu Chenjia's face became even paler and he said, "I didn't expect you to have the patience to talk to me so much."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I just want to peel off your skin and make you suffer more."
His plain, simple and sincere words were so cold in the ears of everyone in the hall.
No one thought that while they were discussing the invasion of the underworld, the nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia would suddenly assassinate Sang Sang. No one knew how to deal with it at this time. Not to mention Sang Sang’s noble status in the Xiling Temple, she was Ning Sang.
Que definitely can't let it go, what will he do?
Not everyone in the Buddhist temple has dealt with Ning Que and knows his temperament as well as Cheng Lixue, but everyone knows the behavior of the people in the academy. Thinking of Mr. Ke back then, several people's expressions changed.
Master Qishan sighed. He looked at Lu Chenjia and said with pity, "The world is full of infatuation and suffering."
Baoshu Dashu looked at Ning Que. His lips moved slightly, ready to plead for the nymphomaniac.
After all, Lu Chenjia is the princess of the Yuelun Kingdom, and Yuelun is the most important or even the only secular kingdom of the Buddhist sect in the world. People in the Buddhist sect cannot just watch something happen to her.
Ning Que didn't give Master Baoshu a chance to plead.
With a cry, the sword was unsheathed.
He stood in front of the futon and cut through the air.
As the sword fell, the sword in his hand suddenly became brighter.
Countless golden rays of light spurted out from the dark blade.
Like the sun rising out of the clouds, it illuminates the dark Buddhist temple and covers the nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia opposite.
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"Shenhui!"
Cheng Ziqing, the master of the sword pavilion, looked at the golden light ejected from Ning Que's sword, and his expression suddenly changed.
Liu Yiqing was defeated by Ning Que at the side gate of the academy. The news came later that Ning Que had learned the magic of Xiling, but the Jiange people never believed it. They always felt that there was something fishy about that matter. Until today, I saw Ning Que with my own eyes.
The simple sword in his hand was burning with the divine light of Haotian, and Cheng Ziqing knew that the rumor was true.
Cheng Lixue, the director of the Xiling Temple, had a somewhat complicated expression. He had seen Ning Que's sword burning with divine radiance at the side door of the academy. However, he did not expect that the divine radiance on this man's sword would become even more powerful now.
The strong men in the Buddhist temple looked at this sword with slightly stern expressions.
They are watching from the side, so they don't have to close their eyes.
But the nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia was so blinded by the divine brilliance ejected from Pu Dao that he had to close his eyes.
In fact, she had already closed her eyes before Ning Que swung the knife.
She no longer wants to live, so she is waiting to die.
But no one could just watch her die.
Qu Ni Madi let out a sharp whistle, bounced off the futon, and came to Lu Chenjia. She moved her crutch across her hand, and a sophisticated and pure Buddhist aura was born from the momentum.
Ning Que's sword moved across the Buddhist hall and landed heavily on the crutch.
The divine radiance of Haotian collided with the thick Buddhist aura on the staff, and spread out in all directions, like a blazing flame.
Qu Ni Madi closed her eyes tightly, and the deep wrinkles on her face were illuminated very clearly by the divine light, as if they were sandwiched by countless golden threads, and like molten magma that might collapse at any time.
In just an instant, the old woman's hands that were holding both ends of the crutch began to tremble violently, her face looked particularly painful, and with a muffled groan, she fell backwards and hit the wall, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
Ning Que's sword was exhausted, he raised his right foot and walked towards the opposite side.
Qu Ni Madi was sitting against the wall, her body covered in blood. She looked at Ning Que who was approaching, her old face full of fear and pain, and screamed angrily: "You still haven't taken action!"
Everyone in the hall didn't know whose help this old aunt was seeking.
Master Baoshu sighed softly and formed a mudra with his hands in front of him.
This mudra is very strange. The right index finger is slightly bent, like a naughty boy playing with stones.
A compassionate and chilling Buddhist aura attacked Ning Que.
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Master Baoshu is the head of the Discipline Academy of Xuankong Temple. If it is judged by the realm of cultivation, his amazing cultivation is at least the realm of knowledge. No one in the temple can rival him except Cheng Ziqing.
There is still a gap between Ning Que's true cultivation level and this eminent monk. He was able to intimidate the opponent on Washan Mountain because he had the Yuan Thirteen Arrow in his hand at that time, and his arrow had been prepared for a long time, and it was extremely powerful.
The power.
Today in the Buddhist temple, Ning Que held a sword instead of a bow, but there was still no fear on his face, and he ignored the power of the Buddhist handprint and moved forward quickly.
Qu Ni Madi shouted angrily and managed to raise the crutch again.
Ning Que chopped it off with one knife.
The staff broke, and Qu Nimadei vomited blood again.
And the Buddhist mudra had reached Ning Que's back.
Ning Que's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the tip of the knife was slightly raised, passing by Lu Chenjia's cheek.
Then he made a bird's beak with his left hand at his side.
The breath of the Buddhist mudra stagnated slightly.
Ning Que floated back and stood in front of Sang Sang.
Only then did the Buddhist mudra fall to the ground.
There was a soft sound, and the hard stone brick floor of the Buddhist hall sank slightly.
A streak of black hair broke and fell down on Lu Chenjia's face.
A bloody mouth appeared on her face.
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