Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 159, Knowing
The rain stopped.
The snow in the sky has also burned away and will no longer fall.
The street was quiet, only crying could be heard..
Chen Pipi was like a wronged child, sitting on the ground and crying loudly.
Before his father and senior brothers and sisters, he was just a child.
The reason why he cried so sadly was very complicated, but his father and senior brothers and sisters understood it very well, because in this situation, what else could he do except cry?
The viewer walked past him with his hands behind his back, without looking at him and with no expression on his face.
The senior brother said with emotion: "It's good if you can cry, but you won't be depressed."
Yu Lian frowned slightly, looked across the street and said, "We are not dead yet, the academy is not dead yet, why are you crying?"
The master of the temple is walking slowly, the power from Haotian is poured into his body, making him stronger and stronger, but what Yu Lian said is not wrong, she and the senior brother are not dead after all.
As long as you don't die, this battle on the snow street will not end, and the academy will still exist.
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The Academy must keep the Guanzhu on this long street in order to save the center of the Jingshen Formation and the city of Chang'an. Unfortunately, the senior brother is really not good at fighting and is only good at other things.
The clear light falling on the snowy street fell on his simple and amiable face and his old cotton-padded jacket covered in blood, making him look like a private school teacher in the countryside who had just killed the New Year pig.
In fact, he has always been a teacher at the back of the academy.
Regardless of whether it is music, chess, calligraphy, painting or formation music, those junior brothers and sisters who have the highest status in their respective fields are all his disciples. Therefore, he has abilities in these areas that ordinary people cannot match.
Looking at the slowly walking visitor, he was like a teacher who always used the chalk in his hand as a weapon when he encountered a problem. Naturally, he also thought of the things he had often come into contact with over the years.
As the elder brother thought, a wind roared from the north of the city, picking up the remaining snow on the street, blowing the ruins and collapsed eaves of the houses on both sides of the street, and blowing everything that could be encountered.
The tiles vibrated and made a low knocking sound, like a stone bell, and the broken flags of a restaurant were fluttering in the cold wind. They made a hissing sound, like a broken string harp, and the wind passed through the gaps in the broken walls. It sobbed like a flute.
These broken, sentimental and sad sounds, combined together, are a piece of music that is like crying and complaining. The sound of the music is not melodious, but the endless sorrow comes to the viewer.
The viewer stopped and looked across the street, his expression slightly condensed, and he pointed out.
The eldest brother reached out to the alleys next to the streets and turned the countless streets in the south of the city into chess paths on the chessboard. He was the master of chess next to the chessboard. He instantly cut the meaning into countless pieces.
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The spectator rolled up his sleeves, messing up the vertical and horizontal chess pieces, and then pointed out.
The eldest brother let go and threw the stick onto the wet street in front of him.
He didn't know the Tao of Talisman, so he didn't inherit the Jingshen Formation, but he could use the breath of heaven and earth in this formation.
When the wooden stick fell, the thousand-year-old city wall did not appear on the street again, it just made a soft snapping sound.
There was also a soft sound in the clouds above Zhuque Street.
Then there was a loud bang, countless loud bangs.
Countless rays of lightning emerged from the clouds and then struck down the long street, striking towards the body of the viewer.
These lightning bolts are very dense and extremely powerful. Even if the observer uses the ability to enter the interlayer of space between heaven and earth, there is no guarantee that he will not be harmed.
The figure of the viewer suddenly became faint, and a bolt of lightning struck the place where he was standing. It was filled with smoke and dust, and had a faint smell of burning, but it was completely empty.
Countless rays of lightning fell one after another, and the figure of the viewer appeared again, and then disappeared, like a clear and indifferent cloud and mist, constantly fluttering in the lightning and thunder, making it impossible to capture it.
The curtain disappeared from its place.
The chirping of cicadas sounded again on the long street, the roar of thousands and tens of thousands of cicadas.
The wind and snow started again, and the angry cicadas were chirping and screaming, like mountain tigers fighting for their lives.
The snow in dozens of streets and alleys was all suspended and poured into Zhuque Street.
The world on the street has turned into a world of wind and snow, and it is difficult to see clearly what is going on inside.
All that could be heard was the sound of fingers breaking through the sky, the sound of lightning striking down, and the increasingly shrill chirping of cicadas.
The wind and snow are like smoke and dust, and the long street is a battlefield.
No matter how powerful the lightning and the chirping of cicadas are, they still can't suppress the meanings crisscrossing them.
With one finger, silence is like an abyss.
One finger is as infinite as the ocean.
It means that the mind is vertical and horizontal, able to guard everything in the world, and able to collect everything in the world.
The electricity falls gradually and the cicadas chirp gradually.
This long street, filled with the terrifying power of nature, looks like a leisurely garden to the viewer.
He walked out casually.
The wind and snow gradually calmed down.
The last piece of snow drifted past the subject.
The viewer has three broken fingers on his left hand.
Blood is dripping onto the street.
He glanced at the broken finger.
The bleeding gradually stopped, and the broken finger was smooth and crystal clear like jade.
He took out his handkerchief, wiped off the blood on his palm, then put it back in his arms and looked across the street.
At some point, Yu Lian reappeared on the street.
Her face was pale, and although no obvious injuries could be seen, she had suffered severe internal injuries.
The senior brother was covered in blood, exhausted and shaky.
The outcome has been decided.
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Zhishou Temple is a holy place of Taoism.
The name of this Taoist temple comes from a mantra in the Xiling Scripture.
Knowing the male and guarding the female will become the stream of the world.
Chen Pipi’s Tianxiaxi Divine Finger also got its name from this reason.
From this we can imagine the supreme status of this set of fingering techniques in Taoism.
In the mantra of the Xiling Canon, there are several sentences like this.
Know the black and keep the white, this is the way of the world.
Knowing its glory and guarding its disgrace will be the valley of the world.
This is Haotian's world.
If you can know everything in the world, you can protect everything in the world.
Whether it's strength or heart.
This is the true meaning of Zhishou.
The meaning of the temple owner is not only the divine finger of the Tianxia River, it can be regarded as the style of the world and the valley of the world.
He had passed that threshold many years ago. He was truly omnipotent in all dharma and had learned to understand Taoism, Buddhas and Demons. He was even more powerful than Liansheng, and could be called the strongest person in the Taoist sect for thousands of years.
Unfortunately, he and his wife Ke Haoran lived in the same era, and it was rare for those two to meet each other, so he was forced to keep a low profile for so many years.
There is no Master in the world now. Ke Haoran has long been gone. He is the highest mountain in the world, the most powerful person. He is invincible in the world.
So his finger is the finger of the world.
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The snowstorm comes again, but this time the snowstorm comes from heaven and earth. It cannot kill people.
Yu Lian looked at the viewer on the other side of Feng Xue, thinking about the scene he had seen before, with some complicated emotions on his face.
The senior brother used the sound of the ruined house, the scales in the streets, and the power of the majestic city to temporarily trap the viewer. Then she became angry and was about to kill the opponent, but unexpectedly the situation suddenly changed.
Where the viewer's gaze fell, the wound on the severed finger suddenly became like jade.
She knew exactly what was going on.
This is the method of the Demon Sect. Although it is not immortal, it is not far off.
If not, her last piece of snow would have been able to cut the viewer's body in half, and not just cut off three of his fingers.
She looked at this ordinary Taoist. Thinking of that ordinary name, her expression became serious - the leader of the Taoist sect practiced the Demon Sect's skills to be even more powerful than the sect leader himself. What kind of person was he?
"This is Haotian's world. I follow Haotian's rules, so all Haotian's rules can be used by me. Unless you now have the ability to challenge Haotian, you will never be able to defeat me."
The viewer looked at the two people opposite Feng Xue and said calmly: "The fact that you two can bring me so much trouble is beyond my imagination and even makes me feel a little admired."
"Li Mianman, if you are not so stupid that you have consumed too much in these seven days, and if you are not so stupid that you do not want to learn to fight for decades, or you can try to keep dragging me."
"Lin Wu, if you hadn't fought with Xiong Chumo a few days ago, or if you were on the snowy street today, you would have found some opportunities to kill me, although the possibility is still slim."
The viewer looked at Yu Lian and said: "Since that traitor a thousand years ago, you should be the strongest generation leader of the Demon Sect. After twenty-three years of cultivating the Cicada Fusion Heaven Demon Realm, you have really opened up your own world. However, it is a pity.
What’s strange is that the opponent you met is me, just like I was the strongest person in the Tao sect for thousands of years, but I met your teacher.”
The senior brother said: "It wasn't until the temple master entered Chang'an that I realized that you had been waiting for time to pass, because there was no way to repair the Shocking God Formation. This was the time when the formation was at its weakest. I really shouldn't be in vain with you.
It took these seven days, but I also learned some things during these seven days."
The viewer asked: "What happened?"
The elder brother said: "I can catch up with you now."
The viewer said: "I was chasing you a few days ago, and now you want to chase me. What's the point?"
The senior brother said: "As long as I can catch up with you, I will have the opportunity to leave together."
The viewer said: "I understand what you mean. Unfortunately, you are seriously injured now. It will be difficult for you to catch up with me. And the most important thing is that you have no strength."
He looked at the pair of senior brothers and sisters from the academy and said: "Now that I think about it, my admiration for the master is even more profound. I was able to teach you, a pair of senior brothers and sisters. If you two are the same person, I am indeed not yours."
Opponent, fortunately for me, there is no way for you two to become the same person after all."
Yu Lian said: "I want to try to see if I can trade two lives for one of yours."
The master of the temple said: "Although you have practiced cultivation for twenty-three years and transformed into a woman, and you have studied in front of the Master's throne for many years, you are still the master of the Demon Sect. It is really ridiculous to say that you are so impassioned."
Yu Lian said: "This has nothing to do with impassionedness, only happiness. The teacher has always taught me that living is to find happiness and peace. If I can kill you, I will be very happy."
The master of the temple said calmly: "It makes sense, so I won't give you this opportunity."
Even though he is invincible in the world, he is not willing to meet the two strong men from the academy in a life-or-death situation when the victory is already determined, because there are countless possibilities before life and death.
He entered Chang'an City not to kill people, but to destroy the formation.
As long as the Shocking God Formation can be destroyed, this drama will come to an end.
In the wind and snow, the cicadas chirped suddenly and then gradually subsided.
The figure of the viewer disappeared into the wind and snow.
The Shocking God Formation was damaged and two people in the academy were seriously injured. No one could stop him.
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