Volume 3 Eventful Autumn Chapter 113 The Bells of the Hanging Temple
The blood-stained plain knife was wiped extremely brightly. Because of the deep color of the knife, it was not as smooth as snow but like a smooth stone. Ning Que sheathed the knife and looked out the window at the rapidly sweeping wasteland scenery.
With the terrifying speed of the black carriage, he could have fled directly before, and the old ascetic monk had no way of stopping him. However, the old monk could warn the Xuankong Temple, so he chose to take action.
Just as he said to Sang Sang, the ascetic old monk is definitely not an ordinary person in the Xuankong Temple, especially the golden palm, which is obviously a powerful Buddhist technique. The real power is definitely more powerful than what was shown in the battle.
powerful.
It's just that the old monk has practiced Buddhism in Xuankong Temple for many years. He has profound Buddhist teachings and exquisite realm, but he seems to have never experienced a real battle. He didn't expect that while the two sides were still talking, Ning Que suddenly took action, and as soon as he took action, he
The three most powerful methods came with thunder, and he was caught off guard and died miserably.
Thinking back on the violent battle that ended in a flash of lightning, Ning Que felt more and more that Ye Hongyu was right what he said back then. Practitioners in this world really only know how to practice and not how to fight.
The wind rushed in through the small gap in the open window of the car, making a shrill whistle. The big black horse dragged the carriage silently and at high speed on the wasteland, running towards the southeast in the direction Ning Que pointed earlier.
.
Looking at the desolate wilderness outside the car window, silently calculating the distance and the results of his previous calculations in his heart, Ning Que banged the hard carriage board and signaled the big black horse to stop, then jumped out of the carriage and walked deep into the wilderness.
I don't know how much time passed, but he came back, holding a black iron arrow in his hand. There were still congealed blood stains on the arrow cluster. It was the same iron arrow that shot the old monk before.
In Lanke Temple, several of the thirteen iron arrows in the quiver have been used up. Now, deep in the wilderness, he may face fatal danger at any time. Every iron arrow is extremely important to him.
…
…
Hidden in the huge tiankeng underground. It was still shrouded in clouds and mist, and the yellow temples loomed between the giant peaks. It was quiet and peaceful. Suddenly, a very calm and distant Buddha's name rang out from one of the temples.
After a while, dozens of ascetic monks wearing crimson robes climbed to the ground along the steep stone path between the cliffs. There was no expression on the faces of these monks. They looked like stones.
The leading monk was wearing a monk's robe that was obviously different. He was the first of the seven monks in the Venerable Hall of Xuankong Temple. He squinted slightly and frowned slightly as he looked at the desolate wilderness in front of him.
The previous Buddha's name in the Xuankong Temple came from the highest position of the Lecture Hall in the Xuankong Temple. The Lecture Hall felt a little uneasy and ordered the monks and soldiers of the Zunzhe Hall to search deep in the wilderness. Although the seven pieces were precious, they were the head of the Zhenzhen Hall.
He also had to come forward in person, and he knew why the first lecturer was so restless.
The master lecturer of Xuankong Temple, because he violated the Buddhist precepts and was dragged down by the incompetent illegitimate son, was sentenced to hard work in the wilderness three years ago by the Discipline Hall. The time has come for the expiration of the period of hard work. The master lecturer today
It was time to return to the Xuankong Temple, but no one saw the figure of the master.
The Seven Leaders led the ascetic soldiers, following the induction of the Lecture Leader, and walked deep into the wilderness until dusk, when the twilight was like blood, and they finally saw the pile of ashes.
The wind on the wasteland was very strong, but the pile of ashes was not completely wiped out, because there were several grains of bone in the pile of ashes that could not be completely incinerated by any kind of fire.
Looking at the colorful bones in his hands, seven of them remained silent. The ascetic monks in red robes showed their sad faces and sat down cross-legged around the ashes. They began to recite the Purana Sutra with respect and sincerity.
Qimai handed the few bones to a monk for safekeeping with a solemn expression. Then he knelt down in front of the ashes, reached into the ashes, and began to search silently and quietly, with fingers like stone branches, searching for the ashes of the lecturer.
It moved slowly, like a sieve, without missing anything.
The remains of the lecturer were completely burned by the talisman fire. Except for the few bone particles, the rest were completely reduced to fine white ash. Logically speaking, it should be impossible to find anything with the seven particles, but as his fingers moved, his expression
It became more and more solemn, because his fingertips felt a majestic aura of awe in the ashes.
Qimei stood up and walked towards the way he came. Only then did he remember that when he passed the Bodhi tree before, he always felt that the tree seemed a little different from what he had seen every day for decades.
He walked to the Bodhi tree and looked at the small lines of characters carved on the gray bark. The expression on his face became more and more indifferent, and the angry Mingwang flame in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"In the sixteenth year of the Apocalypse, Academy Ning Que and his wife Sangsang, the daughter of Pluto, came here for a visit."
Why sixteen years? Qi Meiwei was puzzled. He brushed the ground with his monk sleeve, and the gravel on the surface of the wasteland rolled randomly, showing a very shallow rut.
After following the rut for dozens of feet, the faint traces of the rut completely disappeared on the wasteland ground. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, guessing where the black carriage was heading.
Night is approaching, and the world in the tiankeng has entered a long night ahead of schedule. From the yellow temple at the highest point among the giant peaks, you can still see the last sunset. A distant bell rings from that temple, and then gradually moves towards the mountain peak.
Below, countless yellow temples are ringing their bells at the same time.
The bells of the Hanging Temple left the quiet underground world and came to the desolate ground, and then spread in all directions. I believe that in a few days, the entire world will know that the daughter of Pluto is still alive, and she is with the academy Ning Que.
Fleeing in the wilderness of the far west.
…
…
Deep in the wasteland, there was a black carriage parked next to an inclined well that had been abandoned for thousands of years. After a while, Ning Que walked out from the depths of the abandoned well, holding a full water bag in his hand.
Knowing what method he used, he was able to find clean water again in a well that had been abandoned for many years.
It was always cold at night. In order to avoid exposing himself, Ning Que did not light a bonfire. Instead, he put a few fire charms in the copper basin in the car to keep warm. This method was too extravagant. Even he, who had extremely strong telepathy, had to calculate
The consumption of talismans ensured that he and Sangsang could walk out of the wasteland.
After eating some simple dry food with cold water, Ning Que began to cook rice porridge for Sangsang. While waiting for the water to boil, he used it to organize the equipment. Since the road ahead was difficult, equipment was naturally the most important thing.
He is the person who can endure hardship the most. He has accumulated many talismans over the years. However, at the beginning, his realm was low and the talismans he wrote could no longer be used in battles at this level.
There are only about twenty pieces of talisman paper left, and there are not many iron arrows left in the quiver.
…
…
(The next chapter will be later.) {Piaotian Literature www.piaotian.com thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our biggest motivation}