The night forest is stormy and snowy...... However, the seemingly light and fluttering snow ...... But it was not blown away by the howling night wind, nor did it disappear into the dense snow, but fell from the sky alone and arrogantly, ignoring the evil wind and companions around him, and slowly fell down and landed on the shoulders of the three worshippers.

Qinghe Junsan was bound by the monk's handprint, sitting cross-legged in the snow, unable to move at all, watching the thin snow fall on his shoulders, he couldn't help but be a little confused.

When the snow fell, the monk stopped walking towards the lake, and the sandals sank deep into the thick snow, and then he turned and looked at the thin snow, and was silent.

Suddenly, there was a sound of thin ropes in the forest, which was like sharp ice chips grinding, accompanied by wind and snow, naturally showing a poignant feeling, and sounding like a cicada.

Cicadas are summer creatures that fall silent when they encounter the autumn wind.

In context, chilling is silence.

However, tonight, the wind is cold and snowy, and there seem to be countless cicadas in this forest!

The cicadas hid behind the branches, hid in the upturned bark, hung among the cobwebs, sat in the snow and ice, and watched the wind and snow falling from the sky and the monk chirping insolently.

The sound of cicadas.

The forest is full of cicadas.

The sound of the cicadas chirping in the forest became denser and colder, and the thick snow accumulated on the trees fell in a sway, but there seemed to be two large and transparent invisible cicada wings above the Hufeng Snow Forest, covering the entire space, so that the sound of the cicadas here did not overflow out of the forest.

The mournful sound of cicadas is colder than ice and snow...... More elusive than the night wind, it sounded everywhere, fell silent everywhere, revived everywhere, and finally fell into the monk's ear.

The sound of cicadas in the forest seems to be indifferently saying: Turn back is the shore.

The monk listened to the more and more poignant cicadas, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

His name is Qi Nian.

He comes from the Hanging Temple, a place of inevitability, and is an incomparably powerful Buddhist sect walking in the world.

Because of the records in the scriptures in the temple, he came to Chang'an City...... To see the legendary son of Hades...... He was even ready, even in the face of the Academy...... and kill the man.

Since he practiced closed-mouth meditation, his Zen heart has become more and more firm, and his will has become more and more resolute, even the countless strong people in Chang'an City, and the academy mountain in the south of the city can not make him move his mind slightly.

It stands to reason that no sound could stop him.

But these dusters are different.

Because he knows that these cicadas represent a person.

He is the most mysterious person in the world, and it can even be said that he is the most terrifying person in the world.

Don't say that it is him, even if the first seat of the Hanging Temple is here, listening to these poignant cicadas, he must be recommended with the most cautious attitude.

Qi Nian's expression was solemn...... even had the respect that juniors should have, but his eyes were still resolute, and he slowly stretched out his hand to the Yanming Lake behind him.

He used this action to tell the person behind the cicada that his other side was over there.

At this time, the body of the third worship of Qinghe County was bound by the snow rope transformed by the Buddha's handprint, and he couldn't move at all...... But he could see, hear, listen to the poignant chilling sound of cicadas in the woods...... Looking at the thin snow on his shoulder, his face became more and more pale...... The expression became more and more shocked.

He was a great cultivator who knew the realm of fate, and he knew a lot of secrets of the cultivation world in the Qinghe County Library, although he couldn't be sure, he had vaguely guessed the identity of the person in the forest.

Being able to cause a roar in such a snowy night, and being able to make the Great Virtue of the Hanging Temple look so solemn, can naturally only be the most mysterious Demon Sect Sect Master in the world, the twenty-third year cicada!

After the collapse of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, this force that had set off bloody storms in the world had been concealed, but no one dared to ignore the sect master of the contemporary Demon Sect.

Many years had passed, and no one had ever seen this Demon Sect Master, and no one had even heard of this person, so this Sect Master had become the most mysterious legend in the cultivation world.

There are rumors that this Demon Sect Sect Sect Master has been practicing for twenty-three years, and the cicada has already turned into a pile of white bones, but some people say that this generation of Demon Sect Sect Master is hiding somewhere in the world, indifferently watching the ups and downs in the world, which may appear at any time, calling for wind and rain again.

But no matter how you think about it, no one in the cultivation world will forget this person, even those who firmly believe that he is dead, in fact, when they return from a dream in the middle of the night, they are terrified and uneasy, and they always feel that one day in the future, this Demon Sect Sect Master will reappear in front of the world at a moment that no one could imagine.

It was indeed a moment that no one could have imagined.

At least it was an unimaginable moment for the three offerings of Qinghe County.

Just before the decisive battle between Ning Que and General Xiahou in the academy, the two sects of Taoism and Buddhism walked all over the world, and when the wind and clouds met in Chang'an City, the twenty-three years of cicadas actually reappeared in the world!

The three worshippers were extremely frightened, but then, he thought that the Demon Sect Sect Master was now confronting the Great Virtue of the Hanging Temple, and he might be able to find a glimmer of life, and his eyes subconsciously rolled.

His eyes rolled slightly, and he saw the thin snow on his shoulder.

Then he remembered that he had forgotten something about the legend.

Legend has it that this Demon Sect Master doesn't kill many people, but that's because he doesn't care about killing ordinary people, and he thinks that only great cultivators who know their fate realm are qualified to be killed by themselves.

Legend has it that the reason why this Demon Sect Master is the most mysterious person in the world is because he will kill anyone who hears the sound of cicadas.

The three offerings are known as the realm of fate, and tonight he heard the cicadas.

The three worshippers figured out this, and then died.

The snow, as thin as a cicada's wings, fluttered its wings and gently dragged it into his old neck.

Blood splattered from its neck...... Sprinkled wildly into the wind and snow, making a hissing sound.

It's like a cicada.

The cicada song is the sound of the cicada's abdominal tympanic membrane vibrating, which can vibrate ten thousand times in an instant, and it can crack the silk in the clear place, tear in the poignant place, and darken the spirit in the bleak place.

The sound of blood splashing is the friction and vibration of blood and wounds, which is very similar to the principle of cicada chirping, so the sound is also very similar and can be equally poignant.

The mute monk turned to look at the three offerings of Qinghe County, sitting cross-legged in the deep snow...... He frowned slightly, knowing that this was a warning from the man in the forest to himself. He is a disciple of Buddhism, and he can kill people but he doesn't want to kill people, so he just used the Buddha's handprint to bind the worship, but he didn't expect that he would become an accomplice of the strong man of the Demon Sect.

The monk knew why the twenty-three-year-old cicada had reappeared in the world, and why he had used the sound of cicadas to stop him from walking towards Yanming Lake.

Because Xiahou is a traitor to the Demon Sect, he is the person who the cicada will inevitably kill in the twenty-third year.

If this Demon Sect Sect Master is really dead...... Then naturally there is nothing to ...... But since he is still alive, then he must kill Xiahou, or watch Xiahou die.

Because of the academy and the Tang Imperial Court, this Demon Sect Sect Master has probably endured for many years, and now that the Academy is determined to make a move against Xiahou, how can he allow others to interfere?

Twenty-three years cicadas may be afraid of the Master.

But he will definitely not be afraid of the Hanging Temple or the Zhining Temple.

The mute monk can understand the intention of the cicada, but it does not mean that he can accept it.

Buddhism has always been called a quiet way by Haotian Daomen...... But after all, it is a genus of the righteous path, although he knows that the strong man of the Demon Sect in the forest is unfathomable and has a strong will like him, how can he stop there?

He is the descendant of the Hanging Temple.

He began to be angry, out of anger.

It's not coquettish, it's not angry.

The monk still pursed his lips tightly, his gaze resolute...... The hands flickered in front of the kapok robe, and in a moment, a handprint formed a dignified handprint.

The most bright and powerful seal of the Buddha Mahamudra.

The two seemingly ordinary fingers in front of the old robe are like orchids...... The majestic aura followed the handprints and dispersed towards the surrounding areas of the snow forest.

Silently...... The snow in the forest suddenly dispersed into the sky, and suddenly the wind and snow in the air were shaken.

The cicadas seem to be everywhere in the night forest...... And then it stagnated.

Then, however, the cicadas sounded again, this time brighter and more irritable.

It's as if a friend is laughing loudly and unbridledly.

The wind and snow in the forest were even faster, and the snow that had just been shaken from the ground instantly resurfaced the ground, and the snow flakes fluttering in the air sneered and shot towards Qi Nian's body.

Qi Nian's expression remained unchanged, the straw sandals stepped lightly on the snow, the right calf was tied, and he hit the crook of his left leg, and sat on the snow, sitting on half a snow lotus plate.

The snowflakes that shot out from the sky were like countless cicadas, roaring and hitting Qi Nian's body.

On the surface of Qi Nian's body, there seems to be an invisible barrier.

The snowflakes were still half an inch away from his body, and they couldn't move forward, but they didn't fall, but stuck to the surface of his body like cotton wool.

But in an instant, his robe was covered with snow, and only his head and face and hands with the seal of the immovable Ming King in front of him were still outside, looking like a snowman.

Qi Nian looked into the depths of the night forest, looking at the frost that was gradually growing on the key hairs, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly, as if he was hesitating to say something

He's been practicing meditation for fifteen years, and he's finally going to speak tonight?

At this time.

A voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the night forest.

The voice was so quiet.

It is in stark contrast to the irascible cicadas in the woods.

However, such a quiet voice, the words that came out were so cold.

"If you speak, I will make a hundred thousand dumb people in the world. ”

Hearing this, the monk was furious, and his eyes widened and he looked into the depths of the night forest, the frost on his burning eyelashes evaporated into water vapor, and the snow on his body turned into warm water.

He knew that even if he broke the vow tonight, he might not be able to defeat that person, but that person would definitely be able to set off a bloody storm in the world.

If he is confronted with the eldest or second gentleman of the academy, or even the master, the monk can ignore it, because he knows that the academy will not act so shamelessly.

But the man was a twenty-three-year-old cicada.

The man did everything.

So he was angry, but he still couldn't open it.

The man in the depths of the night forest, after saying this, never spoke again, but Qi Nian knew that he was still here, because the cicada song continued.

The monk couldn't speak, and naturally he couldn't sigh, so he could only sigh softly in his heart, and then dispersed the seal of the king of Ming, put his palms together and guarded his heart, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The snowflakes continued to fly down like cicadas, covering the monk's body, covering the monk's facial features, turning the heir of the Hanging Temple into a snowman in the night forest.

The snow, which had been falling for a whole day and a night, suddenly began to lighten.

The cicadas in the forest are gradually weakening, but they are becoming more and more poignant.

The cicada is poignant.

On the winter lake at night, the snowstorm first stopped.

(Let me be excited, this is also a picture that I want to write for a whole year, the fun of writing, about half of it, here it is, tomorrow Saturday off, see you the day after tomorrow.) ）