Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter Nineteen, The String Broken, I'm Here
In a few simple sentences, Ning Que confirmed two very important facts: this old monk with an unfathomable realm was indeed the first seat of the Hang Kong Temple to preach, and the old monk was about to kill himself and Sangsang.
Faced with such a severe situation, he didn't care about the gap in strength between himself and the head of the lecturer, and did not even think about it. With the remaining courage and determination, he launched it!
The Haoqi in his body gushed out, and his right foot stepped out of a stone pit on the hard ground. His body turned into a afterimage and instantly rushed to the front of the first seat. He held the Pu sword high with both hands, holding the extremely fierce Haotian divine light,
Just as if you were to burn all the dark clouds in the sky above your head, you slashed towards the head's head!
The hard and heavy Pu Dao slashed hard on the hat on the head of the head, and a loud buzzing sound broke out, as if it had been chopped onto an ancient bell, and the melodious bell sound echoed!
The hat instantly shattered into dust and splashed everywhere. The bald head with a scar on the first seat of the lecture could be vaguely seen, but the expression of the first seat did not change at all, and even the silver-white eyebrows did not tremble at all.
Ning Que's hands holding the hilt trembled again, but his movements were not hindered at all. With a loud shout, Park Dao held Haotian's divine light and slashed again. As soon as he fell, he was like a storm, and he was on the head of the sermon in an instant.
Slashed seventeen swords in a row, and each sword fell differently, but they were all so fierce and tough!
The first knife that burned the sky and broke the mountain was the most powerful knife that Ning Que used in his life. It was many times stronger than the knife that chopped the blind Liu Yiqing at the side door of the academy.
At this time, he slashed seventeen swords in a row in a flash of lightning, which was the most exquisite sword technique he could use. If he had not been forced by strong fear, his current realm would not have been used at all.
However, whether it is the most powerful sword or the most exquisite sword technique, it has lost any meaning in this silent and quiet old monk.
If you can't even cut off your eyebrows, how can you hurt someone?
When the sword was over, the hat on the first seat of the lecture was still splashing around. The robe on his body was cut into countless pieces by the blade, but it had not yet had time to fall.
Ning Que retreated dozens of feet in a row, and returned to his previous position again, his face pale.
A light breeze blows from the lake. The robe on the first seat of the lecture slowly floats up and flies away like a butterfly, revealing his body, and then a disciple changes his new clothes for him.
At this time, tens of thousands of believers in the temple knelt on the ground and kowtowed devoutly, and no one noticed this scene.
Ning Que could see clearly. The old body of the first person in the lecture hall, not to mention any knife wounds, he could not even find a trace. He couldn't help but feel cold in his body and mind. He remembered a passage that Qimei said in front of the courtyard.
"The Buddha's sect has thousands of Buddhist teachings, and they are not separated from their sects. What they practice is to meditate and enter the Buddha, and become a Buddha in the body. Both body and mind are vajras are indestructible, and the monk has practiced to become a Buddha in the body."
After the battle in the courtyard, Ning Que knew very well what strength and terrible repair ability Qimei's body had. He was just a disciple of the first sermon, but he only practiced until his physical body became a Buddha.
The first seat of this Hanging Temple lecturer, Yuan Shisan arrow could not penetrate the Pu sword, holding the brilliance of Haotian, and could not leave any trace. He had obviously cultivated to the highest level of Buddhism where both body and mind were indestructible!
What is Vajra indestructible?
That is, no matter how you fight, it will not be broken.
So how can I fight this battle?
Ning Que never knew how to write the word despair, but today he seemed to finally understand the strokes of these two words.
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The first seat of the lecture changed into a new robe, then raised his head, looked at Ning Que dozens of feet away, and slowly lowered the tin staff in his hand.
The tin staff in his hand had been falling before, but Ning Que's movements were too fast and his movements were too slow, so after Ning Que cut eighteen consecutively, the tin staff had not yet fallen to the ground.
Until this moment, the tip of the rod finally contacted the ground.
A crisp sound like a bell sounded on the head of the tin staff.
The tip of the staff easily pierced into the ground, silently.
There is no deafening sound, nor the momentum of heaven and earth shaking.
Tens of thousands of Yuehuang citizens who bowed to the earth felt nothing.
The extremely violent voice was silent.
The vibration is extremely violent, so it cannot be perceived.
Only Ning Que felt the vibration.
The vibration of the earth.
Ning Que's feet trembled, and all his broken boots turned into pieces.
The tremor spread to his legs, and his pants were torn apart in an instant.
Then his body trembled, and then the Sangsang on his back trembled.
Two puffs.
Ning Que vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground in front of him.
Sangsang squirted blood on his shoulders.
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The first seat of the lecture raised the tin staff again and walked slowly towards Ning Que.
Ning Que was extremely heartbroken, and his only thought was to jump into the lake in Hou Temple with Sangsang on his back. However, at this time, he felt that all the bones on his body were broken and there was no strength to escape.
The first seat of the lecture was very slow. Every step needed to support the ground with a tin staff and take a temporary rest.
Whenever the tin staff fell to the ground, the head of the staff would make a crisp and pleasant sound, and Ning Que, dozens of feet away, would be hit violently again, and the tin staff seemed to fall on his heart.
The first lecturer walked towards Ning Que step by step.
Ning Que and Sangsang kept spitting blood, watching each other coming towards him. At this time, he would rather give lectures at the head of the head, because the slower the other party arrived, the more he would be.
pain.
More than a hundred Buddhist monks occupied the Buddhist temple, and hundreds of archers from the Yuelun Army woke up from the previous shock and frenzy, pulled their bows and arrows, and aimed at Ning Que in the field.
Only Master Qimei was still standing outside the crowd for some reason.
Ning Que tried to pull the iron bow, but found that before the Buddha's power at the head of the sermon, he could not make any moves within the sound range of the tin staff.
The head of the lecturer walked slowly and looked at him and asked calmly: "Where is the chessboard left by the Buddha?"
Ning Que smiled in pain, his teeth were covered with blood that was shaken out, and he said, "In my deep mind, you can kill me and see which part of my mind is hidden."
The head of the lecturer sighed and looked at Sangsang's pale little face. He said pity: "Poor child, I'm in vain to walk this time on earth. You have suffered so much for many years. Today you will be free."
Ning Que coughed two mouthfuls of blood, squeezed out a sarcastic expression with difficulty, and said, "The Buddha said that saving sentient beings is the method of liberation. Why don't you liberate yourself first?"
The situation was critical and desperate at this time. He was still in the mood to mock the other party, thinking that before he died, it was worth it to be able to mock the big man like the head of the preaching, and he was not desperate yet.
The reason why he did not despair was naturally because he still had the last glimmer of hope.
That hope does not lie with him.
On the person he was waiting for.
When he was in Lanke Temple, he waited for that person for a long time.
After leaving Lanke Temple, he waited for that person in Chaoyang City for a whole winter.
He has been waiting for that person because he always firmly believes that that person will come.
That person came on the day of Lanke Temple. Then today he should appear in Baita Temple.
But. Will that person really come?
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"Yun!"
What answers Ning Que’s questions was the sound of a piano.
The piano is a musical instrument that is made of strings. It is often made of seven strings, and its sound is calm and elegant.
This place is the White Pagoda Buddha Temple, with corpses and endless blood flowing, which is exactly the Shura realm mentioned by the Buddha Sect.
The sound of the piano is not harmonious with this place.
Moreover, there is no piano in Baita Temple, and no one carries a piano in the venue.
However, there are strings in the field. Although the string is a separate string, when tight, if someone ticks it with his fingers, it can make a crisp and pleasant sound of the piano.
Those strings were on the bows, on the bows held by hundreds of archers in the Moon Wheel Kingdom.
The sound of this piano comes from a bow.
However, the person who played the piano was obviously a little urgent, so when his fingers fell, he used too much force and actually broke the tight bowstring. The bowstring suddenly broke to both sides and turned into gray lines.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of the piano sounded again.
Hundreds of archers in the Moon Wheel Kingdom have hundreds of bows; hundreds of bows have hundreds of tight strings. When the zither plays the piano, a sound of the piano will sound and then the string will break.
The crisp sound of the piano was densely played in Baita Temple, like a group of beads falling on a jade plate, like a sudden rain falling into an iron jar, without any interruption, and it seemed to ring at the same time!
"Yuan!...Yuan!...Yuan!!"
It seemed that after a long time, it was actually just a very short moment. The dense and crisp sound of the piano came out and then disappeared at the same time, leaving only some lingering sounds, echoing in the White Pagoda Temple.
A scholar wearing an old cotton jacket came to the venue at some point, standing quietly in front of Ning Que, looking at the head of the lecture not far away, and the wooden ladle tied in his belt was gently swaying.
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The sound of the piano stops, and the strings break.
The tin staff in the hand of the first lecturer no longer made a crisp sound.
After the scholar appeared, the scene was quiet.
The wind blew again, and the new robe on the body of the first lecturer was slowly dancing.
But I don’t know if the wind blows on the lake or comes from this scholar.
It was not until this time that the archers discovered that the bows in their hands had become waste, and the arrows waiting to be shot on the string had already shot into the air, and they didn't know where they had flew.
They looked at the scholar in the field in shock, vaguely guessing that it was related to this person, but they couldn't figure out how all this happened, and they were even more confused about who this person was.
Of course Ning Que knew who he was, because he was the person he had been waiting for. He thought he could never wait for him again, but he still appeared.
Looking at the scholar, he tensed up his nerves for countless days and nights, and suddenly relaxed, feeling endless fatigue pouring into his body, from the autumn of Lanke Temple to the autumn of the wasteland, and then to the winter of Chaoyang City, he has been
In an isolated escape, until this moment, he finally had someone to rely on.
This feeling is really good.
The eldest brother turned around and looked at Ning Que covered in blood. He couldn't help feeling a little guilty, ashamed, and relieved. His voice trembled slightly and said, "Junior brother, I'm here."
Ning Que looked at the eldest brother's dusty appearance, haggard and tired, and understood why he was so moved. He said with a trembling voice: "Senior Brother, are you here?"
These two sentences sounded almost exactly at the same time.
The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, and then began to cough together.
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