Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 15 The Other Side of the Lake, the World of Blood
The discussions on the other side of the lake were getting louder and louder, and Ning Que and Sangsang could hear them very clearly. After a moment of silence, he stepped onto the narrow bridge and walked towards the other side. Qu Nimadi and Lu Chenjia were forced to follow him.
Behind.
As he walked up to the narrow bridge, the discussion of the crowd by the lake stopped again and became quiet again. The people at the bridgehead were even more panicked and retreated repeatedly, and some people almost fell and were injured.
Someone shouted in the crowd, and the insult and curse rose again. The people who were frightened and retreated rushed back to the bridge again, and perhaps because they felt that the previous silence and retreat were too embarrassing.
The scolding became increasingly dirty. As he spoke various bloody and cruel methods, the people who rushed back to the bridge were even more flushed and excited, and they almost broke through the defense line between the Yuelun Zhu and the practitioners.
The dirty words and intimidation kept coming into Ning Que's ears. He ignored them and looked far southwest of Baita Temple. He felt the powerful aura that made him frightened and uneasy was getting closer. Although the aura was
I didn't move very quickly, so I came here from outside the Xicheng Gate. However, as long as I kept moving, I would eventually arrive.
Sangsang held the handle of the big black umbrella tightly, and his little face became paler. After a moment of silence, he took the position of the breath and the speed of movement.
Ning Que's expression was slightly stern, knowing that there was not much time left for himself. Looking at the people getting closer and closer on the lake shore, the fanatical people were basically gathered in the White Tower Temple. So as long as you break through these people in front of you, you and Sang
Sang had the opportunity to escape from Chaoyang City, but the problem was that looking at the dark crowd, there was no count of how many people there were. How easy was it to rush over?
Master Qimei appeared before the narrow bridge at some point.
"Let the crowd spread. I'll have a fight with you."
Ning Que looked at the eyes of the monk in the Hanging Temple. He ignored the anger of the crowd around him and said calmly: "If you think my request is too much, then you can let all the practitioners of the Buddhist and Taoist sects take action."
Master Qimei said: "You know. The crowds now cannot disperse. If you insist on fighting with the Buddhist and Taoist sects here, then many people will definitely die."
Ning Que said: "If you don't want the blood flowing into a river in Chaoyang City today. Then you will let the road open. The crowd may not listen to your orders, but practitioners and soldiers will definitely listen."
His words were not even tempted. He just said it casually and never thought that the other party would agree. However, to his surprise, Master Qimei did not hesitate and waved his hand lightly, signaling the archer in front of the bridge to both sides.
Withdrawal. At the same time, Xiling Shenwei and dozens of monks also made way.
Now that the only thing that stood in front of Ning Que was left was the black crowd formed by ordinary people, the ordinary people with complex expressions, fear and anxiety, and anger.
"Even if we give way, can you get out?" Master Qimei asked calmly.
Ning Que was silent and understood the intention of the Buddha Sect. Then he noticed keenly that a monk walked into the crowd quietly, and then the place suddenly became excited and slogans of excitement and anger sounded.
If the previous crowd seemed to have energy, the sea swayed gently, and only occasionally hit the reef and appeared with a few waves, then the sea is now starting to stir up wind and waves until the storm becomes a disaster.
"Kill the daughter of the Hades!"
"Don't let them go!"
The crowd screamed louder and louder, and the whole episode became more and more powerful, but the atmosphere between the scene seemed to be noisy, like a mansion with broken beams and pillars, which could collapse at any time.
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Master Qimei pronounced the Buddha's name and said calmly: "Look, it's not that we don't let it go, but that the people don't let it go."
Ning Que looked at the middle-aged monk and said, "The second senior brother's evaluation of the Buddha Sect is indeed correct."
Master Qimei wanted to know how the proud academy Junmo viewed the Buddhist sect and asked, "What does Mr. Second say?"
Ning Que said, "The second senior brother said, all monks deserve to die."
Master Qimei was slightly angry when he heard this, but listening to the shouts around him, looking at the people with a fanatical look, a hint of ashamed appeared on his face, and Heshi stopped talking.
Ning Que walked down the narrow bridge with Sangsang on his back and finally stood on the land across the lake.
In front of him was a crowd of dark people, and the sea of people could not see the end. Everyone glared at him and shouted angrily, holding shovels or stones in his hand.
Countless faces entered Ning Que's sight, with the wrinkled faces of the elderly, the childish faces of children, the pink faces of women, and the casual man with a thin flesh, all of them were human faces.
These people's faces are either terrified or angry, or use anger to conceal their own fear, or use anger to vent their daily dissatisfaction. No matter what kind of emotion is the emotions of ordinary people, because they are all ordinary people.
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Ning Que said: "You are the princess of the Yuelun Kingdom, let these people make way."
Lu Chenjia remained silent, and Qu Nimadi was also silent.
Ning Que said: "You are not these ordinary people. You will not be tricked by the Buddhist and Taoist sects like crazy people in a few simple words, so I don't believe that you will sacrifice your life for this world."
Lu Chenjia said: "My heart is dead. I have been worshipped by the people for many years, but I have no reward. If only Sangsang can die and the world continue to exist, then at least I cannot harm them."
Qunimadi said coldly: "I don't care about what is going on in the world, but as long as you die, I don't care about death."
Ning Que shook his head when he heard this, and then walked forward a few steps.
The crowd retreated quickly.
Somewhere, the sound of monks chanting the scriptures suddenly sounded. People looked around and found that they were the scriptures of rebirth that they had learned since childhood, and subconsciously sang them.
The sound of sutras echoed in the Baita Temple, becoming more and more neat and grand. Suddenly, the bells joined in, and it suddenly became more and more quiet, but the tranquility was full of tragic meaning.
Dozens of monks chanted the Buddha's name lightly, showing a compassionate and gentle look on their faces.
Ning Que knew that this situation could not be allowed to continue. The people in Chaoyang City were originally believers of the Buddhist sect. Once these monks and these sutras aroused courage or hypnosis, it would be troublesome.
He looked up at the dark clouds above Chaoyang City, and saw the annoying black crows that were circling constantly. He looked down at the ground where he was standing with his feet, and saw a few hard-working ants passing through the cracks of the mud. Then he
He raised his head and looked at the crowd gradually approaching him, slowly holding the hilt of the knife with his right hand.
With a choking sound, Park Knife was unsheathed.
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A casual man rushed over, his arm flew into the air, blood squirted wildly, and he fell down with a terrifying look. A devout old woman waved her arms and grabbed Ning Que's face, and her hands suddenly broke.
An excited student smashed Sangsang on Ning Que's back with a wooden stick, but the wooden stick broke strangely from it, and then his people broke from it, breaking it into two pieces from the waist and abdomen.
Ning Que walked towards the crowd opposite him with Sangsang on his back, covered in red blood, but the expression on his face did not change at all, he remained calm, and even his steps were still as stable.
Walking past the idle man sitting in a pool of blood, covering his broken shoulders and howling, walk past the devout old woman kneeling in a pool of blood, looking at her own broken bowl with pale face, walk past the student who struggles and twists and turns in a pool of blood...
He walked on the other side of the lake, in the world of blood.
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