The fifth volume of the pen of magic, the twenty-fourth chapter goes to read
Many years ago, after returning to Chang'an City after his trip, the Master locked Ning Que into the cliff cave on the back mountain. During that long imprisonment life, in order to break through Guan Ning Que, he learned a lot of things, including Lianwu.
Haoranqi. So he thought this cliff was nothing to him.
But he forgot the starry array on the cliff. In addition to sensing the fluctuations in the mind power of the practitioner and the changes in the vital energy of heaven and earth, he could also feel the peeping eyes. As long as someone goes to see the cliff, the cliff will enter the person's eyes. What's more magical is
Even if you close your eyes and don't look at it, as long as you think about looking at it, and don't completely restrain your mind and don't look at the cliff, this cliff will still think that you are looking at it, and it will be like a collapsed mountain.
, directly hitting into the eyes, then hitting into the mind, causing countless huge **.
Ning Que's eyes were instantly stabbed by tens of thousands of sharp Taoist swords, and the pain was extremely painful, and his face turned extremely pale. Then the ocean of consciousness was slapped by the cliff, causing storm waves and in great pain.
This pain was too severe. Even if he was as strong as his will, he could not bear it at all. He let go of his fingers and fell downwards as soon as he saw him.
There is night fog under the cliff, and there is a deep abyss under the clouds. No one knows what the gloomy ground, which is not visible all year round. The most important thing is that it is too high.
No matter how powerful the body of the Demon Sect practitioners is, they cannot completely ignore the power of the earth. The Empress jumped from the head of Chang'an City and left the world. Even though Yu Lian was the leader of the Demon Sect for 23 years, he had been from the blue sky.
After falling, his legs were broken. Ning Que's cliff height was not much different from the sky. If he fell into the abyss like this, he would inevitably be shaken to death by the earth.
His body rubbed against the cliff and made a rustling sound. The cool night wind whistled by his ears, falling faster and faster, the situation was extremely dangerous, and death was under him.
During the process of his whereabouts, Ning Que remembered many things - not those sweet or sour memories, but those cultivation skills he had learned - he wanted to find a way to stay away from death.
However, the academy and the Demon Sect's martial arts require arousal. Once the thought is done, the eye-catching array on the cliff will continue to attack him. He cannot endure the pain and climb the cliff.
How can we not be moved but not thoughts, but can perform corresponding behaviors? No matter how we look at it, it seems impossible. How can we control our body without thoughts?
Anyway, his eyes were still hurting when he closed his eyes, so he simply opened his eyes. If he really wanted to die, he would have to look at the world and die. He stared at the cliff face that was swept up quickly in front of him, and no despair arose in his heart
The emotions are a bit self-deprecating because of the arrival of death.
The cliff face of the cliff was not smooth, but there were not many rock cracks. It flew past his eyes at a high speed, and the lines gradually turned into blurred blocks of color, which seemed to be about to flutter in the night breeze.
Ning Que felt that he had seen such a picture somewhere, the clothes swaying in the breeze and the soft lines were also carved on the stone.
He remembered that they were the stone statues of the Buddhist temple under the Wanyan Pagoda in Chang'an City.
There are also several stone statues of the side hall of Lanke Temple.
His eyes were slightly brighter, and his hands, which had been close to the cliff, suddenly became more gentle, not as gentle as before, but as gentle as nothingness.
While falling, in the howling night wind, he suddenly closed his hands, bent his index finger slightly in the air, and his index finger on his left hand fell on the back of his right palm, forming a handprint.
Such gentle hands, looking at the shape of his hands, he could not grasp the handprints on the cliff, but had an extremely magical effect. His falling momentum suddenly stopped and suddenly stopped between the cliffs.
Time seemed to have passed for a long time, but in fact, he slid down the cliff more than ten feet, and his feet seemed to be stepping on the clouds covering the stone windows.
Back then at Lankegu Temple, he watched the statue of the Stone Venerable overnight in the autumn rain, and learned about the four true handprints of Buddhism, "fearlessness", "meditation", "subduing demons", and "going to recite" the four real handprints.
He used it several times when fighting against the powerful Buddha sects, but he never used it again, because compared with Haoranqi and Yuan Thirteen Arrows, the Buddhist real handprints are not that powerful.
He didn't remember until the cliff was facing the danger of life and death to the cliff tonight.
His body hovered between the cliffs, and he felt some strange aura slowly swimming in the clouds and mists under him, and the violent giant * was still constantly waving in his sea of consciousness.
Without any hesitation, he closed his eyes again, and at the same time he spread out Hu Shi's hands, calmed his mind, formed a "meditation" with his right hand, and formed a "rememberment" with his right hand, landed gently on the cliff, no longer looking at the world
All things, without thinking about everything in the world, are completely selfless and forgetting the world, and only start climbing upwards based on the thought that first came into our minds.
He entered the absolute emptiness and brightness, and even forgot his own existence and the cliff, and naturally he didn't know that he was climbing on the cliff, and he moved slowly upward like an ignorant leaf.
I don't know how long it took, but he finally climbed above the cliff.
His hands, with handprints, fell on the flat ground and scattered on his own. He opened his eyes and woke up. He found that he had stood on the cliff and turned around and looked at the dark abyss. His originally quiet face gradually became
He became pale and his clothes were immediately wet with cold sweat.
He has encountered countless dangers and life and death tests in his life, but today's encounter between the cliffs of Taoshan still makes him extremely scared. The process of climbing to the cliffs seems simple, and there is even no memory in his consciousness. However, if it is not
He was well-versed in the two sects of Buddhism and Demon, but he was afraid he would have fallen to death long ago. It can even be said that if he had been a powerful man from the realm of Zhiming, he would have fallen to death under this cliff.
He attached enough importance to the Xiling Temple and thought he had made sufficient preparations. It was not until he actually entered Taoshan that he realized that he still underestimated the Taoist sect's ten thousand years of heritage.
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This is the lowest cliff in Taoshan, where ordinary priests, deacons and cavalry of the Xiling Temple are also here. Ning Que came to the stable with the hidden darkness, without releasing his mind to shock the awakened war horses
, but like the suppression of the big dark horses back then, it did not hide the bloody smell of killing countless horses, directly making those war horses dare not make any sound.
He stood on the east side of the stable, because the court's spy on the Xiling Temple found the small pot of leftover porridge here. If he wanted to find the foolish guy, he could only wait here.
It took a long time, but no sound rang out. The war horses who woke up were chewing the night grass while looking at him in confusion, thinking who this guy was waiting for?
Ning Que was not anxious and stood in the stable and waited quietly until the night clouds gradually dissipated and the moonlight fell. He waited until morning light was about to appear in the sky, and then he was sure that he would probably not be able to wait tonight.
He reached out and rubbed some dirt on his neck, sprinkled it into the straw at the east end of the stable, and then, under the disgusting gaze of the war horses, he walked to the cliff and took advantage of the first skylight to fall into the temple to form a Buddhist sect.
The real handprint goes back to the clouds and mist along the cliffs, and flies back to the mountains of peach blossoms.
That night, he continued his adventure of climbing the cliff by himself, and also waited in the stable for a whole night, but still did not wait for the foolish guy to appear.
He went again the next night, but was still disappointed.
The third night was still disappointed.
By the fourth night, he was already very familiar with the array of eyes on the cliffs, and his mastery of Buddhist real handprints became more and more exquisite. The night trip, which once seemed extremely dangerous, has now become a very ordinary process. So he walked to
When I was at the east end of the stable, I even felt like I was humming a few songs.
That was the song hummed by the old man from the Sweet Potato Shop in the town.
Then he saw a big black horse on the straw piled up at the east end of the stable, rubbing the straw with its back constantly, looking extremely funny, so he laughed.
The big dark horse smelled a familiar smell, rolled on the spot and stood up, looking over vigilantly, his eyes suddenly stared loudly, as if he had forgotten which hoof to step first.
Ning Que walked over, hugged its neck, touched its mane, and patted it hard.
The big dark horse grinned, flipped his thick lips and hit his head.
Ning Que let go of his hand, brushed the straw on his back, and said, "Where did you learn these pickling habits? You are not the donkey of the uncle."
The big dark horse thought to himself that his ideal was to become an existence that ruled the wasteland like Mr. Donkey. He originally wanted to be the second uncle, but who would have thought that he would become a prisoner horse in the Xiling Temple.
Thinking of the tragic experiences these days, it wanted to scream twice, but did not dare to. It could only open its watery big eyes and look at Ning Que, looking at Ning Que, feeling very aggrieved.
Ning Que sighed, touched its head, and said, "I know she has changed, it's not the reason. If you bear it, I'll see if I can change her back."
Listening to this, the big dark horse was in a better mood. Then, he didn't know what he thought of, blinked desperately, as if he wanted Ning Que to take action more ruthlessly.
Ning Que leaned into its ear and told his plan.
The big dark horse's eyes were bright and nodded repeatedly, thinking that he was indeed his real master, and he could come up with such a shameless way. Although the hostess is too powerful now, Ning Que, even if you are shameless, in the end, it will only be
It is possible to fail, but it is also a great thing to think about it like this in your mind.
After the discussion, Ning Que and Da Hei Horse made an appointment to meet next time, so they separated for the time being.
He walked back to the cliff and walked down the cliff. Now his Buddhist sect's true handprint has been completed. He climbed onto the cliff. He could be slightly distracted while meditating and took a look at the top of Taoshan Mountain at will.
This glance was filled with the Zen meaning of going to chant, so he was not worried that it would trigger the cliff formation. However, he forgot to chant the word "go" and could still give a second explanation - not the explanation of removing it.
So when his eyes fell on the dark temple of light on the peak, he could no longer suppress his longing for someone. There was nothing there, but he felt that he saw her.
At the same time, he felt a gaze falling on him.
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