In two simple sentences, Ning Que confirmed two very important facts: this unfathomable old monk was indeed the first to preach in the Hanging Temple, and this old monk was about to kill himself and Sangsang.

In the face of such a grim situation, he didn't care about the difference in strength between himself and the first seat of the scriptures, and he didn't even think about it, and with the little courage and determination that remained, he launched!

The haoran qi in his body erupted, and his right foot stepped out of a stone pit on the hard ground, and his body turned into an afterimage, instantly swept in front of the first seat, holding the Pu knife high in both hands, holding the incomparably blazing Haotian Divine Radiance, as if he wanted to incinerate all the dark clouds in the sky above his head, and slashed towards the top of the first seat!

The hard and heavy Pu knife slashed hard at the hat on the top of the head, and burst out with a loud buzzing sound, as if it had been cut on top of an ancient bell, echoing with a melodious bell!

The hat instantly shattered into dust and splashed everywhere, faintly seeing the bald head with a fragrant scar on the first seat of the sermon, but the expression of the first seat did not change at all, even the silver-white eyebrows did not tremble a little.

Ning Que's hands holding the handle of the knife trembled again, but the movement did not hinder the slightest, and in the midst of the loud shouting, Pu Dao slashed down again with Haotian Shenhui, and as soon as it fell, it was like a storm, and in an instant, he slashed seventeen knives on the body of the first seat of the scriptures, and each knife fell in a different position, but they were all so fierce and tough!

The first knife that burned the sky and broke down the mountain was the most powerful knife that Ning Que had used in his life, and he didn't know how many times stronger than the knife that cut the blind Liu Yiqing at the side gate of the academy back then.

And at this time, he slashed seventeen swords in a lightning row, which was the most exquisite sword technique he could perform, if it wasn't for being forced by strong fear, his current realm would not be able to cast it at all.

However, whether it was the most powerful knife or the most exquisite knife technique, he was silent in this name. The old monk with a calm and indifferent expression. have lost any meaning.

If you can't cut off your eyebrows, how can you hurt someone?

When the sword is exhausted, the hat worn by the head of the sermon. It was still splashing around, and the robe on his body was cut into countless strands by the blade, but it didn't have time to fall.

Ning Que was like a ghost. retreated dozens of feet in a row, and retreated to his previous position again, his face pale.

There was a light breeze blowing from the lake, and the robe on the body of the first sermon slowly floated up, flying away like a butterfly, revealing the ** body, and then a disciple changed into new clothes for him.

At this time, tens of thousands of believers in the temple knelt on the ground and kowtowed sincerely, and no one noticed this scene.

Ning Que saw it clearly. On the body of the old man in the first sermon, not to mention any knife wounds, there is not even a trace of it. I can't help but feel cold. I remembered a passage that Seven Pieces had said in front of the small courtyard.

"Buddhism is a myriad of Buddhism, and it does not deviate from its origin. Cultivation is meditation into the Buddha, the body becomes a Buddha, both the body and the mind are not bad, and the poor monk has cultivated to the body to become a Buddha. ”

After the battle in the small courtyard, Ning Que knew very well what kind of strength and terrifying repair ability the body of the seven pieces had, and he was only a disciple of the first seat of the scriptures, but he had only cultivated to the flesh to become a Buddha.

The first lecture of this hanging temple, the thirteenth arrow of the Yuan Dynasty could not be shot through, and the simple knife holding the Haotian Shenhui could not leave the slightest trace, and it was obvious that he had cultivated to the supreme realm of Buddhism where the body and mind were not broken!

What is King Kong not bad?

That is, no matter how you fight, you can't break it.

So how is this battle still fought?

Ning Que had never known how to write the word despair, but today he seemed to have finally understood the strokes of these two words.

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The first seat of the lecture was replaced with a new robe, then raised his head, looked at Ning Que dozens of zhang away with a calm expression, and slowly put down 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 slashed eighteen times in a row, the tin staff had not yet fallen to the ground.

It was only at this point that the tip of the staff finally made contact with the ground.

The sound of a tin rod as crisp as a bell sounded.

The tip of the staff stabbed into the ground with ease, silently.

There is no deafening sound, and there is no momentum of heaven and earth shaking.

Tens of thousands of moon-wheeled citizens who bowed their heads to the ground didn't feel anything.

The extremely violent voice was silent.

The vibration was so violent that it was impossible to perceive.

Only Ning Que felt the shock.

The shaking of the earth.

Ning Que's feet trembled, and his torn boots were all crumbs.

The shiver reached his legs, and his pants tore in an instant.

Then his body also trembled, and immediately after, the Sangsang on his back also trembled.

Two poofs.

Ning Que spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground in front of him.

Sangsang spurted a mouthful of blood onto his shoulder.

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The first seat of the lecture lifted the tin staff again and walked slowly towards Ning Que.

Ning Que's heart was extremely cold, and his only thought was to jump into the lake of the back temple with Sangsang on his back, but at this time, he felt that all the bones in his body had been broken, and where did he still have the strength to escape.

The first seat of the sermon walked very slowly, and with each step, it was necessary to support the ground with a tin rod and take a temporary rest.

Whenever the tin staff fell to the ground, the head of the tin staff would make a crisp and pleasant sound, and Ning Que, who was dozens of zhang away, would be violently impacted again, and the tin staff seemed to fall on his heart.

The first seat of the lecture walked towards Ning Que step by step.

Ning Que and Sang Sang kept vomiting blood, looking at themselves walking in the opposite direction, at this time, he would rather preach the first seat faster, because the slower the other party arrived, the more painful it would be for him and Sang Sang.

More than 100 Buddhist monks occupied the surroundings of the Buddhist temple, and hundreds of archers from the Moon Wheel Army woke up from the previous shock and frenzy, drew their bows and arrows, and aimed at Ning Que in the field.

Only seven masters were still standing on the outskirts of the crowd for some reason.

Ning Que tried to pull the iron bow away, but found that before the Buddha Wei of the first seat of the scripture was preached, he couldn't make any movement at all within the sound range of the tin staff.

The first seat of the lecture came slowly, looked at him and asked indifferently, "Where is the chessboard left by the Buddha?"

Ning Que smiled bitterly, his teeth were full of blood that had been shaken out, and said, "In my deep mind, you can kill me and see which part of my brain is hidden." ”

The first speaker sighed, and looked at Sangsang's pale little face again. Pity said: "Poor child. You have suffered so much in the world, so be liberated today. ”

Ning Que coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. With difficulty, he squeezed out a mocking expression and said, "The Buddha said that Pudu sentient beings turned out to be this liberation method. Why don't you free yourself first? ”

At this time, the situation was critical and desperate, and he was still in the mood to mock the other party, thinking that before he died, it was worth it to laugh at such a big man as the first person who preached the scriptures, and he was not desperate.

The reason why there is no despair is naturally because he still has the last ray of hope.

That hope is not in himself.

on the man he was waiting for.

When he was in the Rotten Ke Temple, he waited for that person for a long time.

After leaving the Rotten Ke Temple, he waited for that person in Chaoyang City for a whole winter.

He had been waiting for that person. It was because he always believed firmly that that person would come.

On the day of the Rotten Ke Temple, that person came. Then today he should appear at the White Pagoda Temple.

It's just that. Will that person really come?

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"Cheng!"

What answered Ning Que's question was the sound of a piano.

A piano is a musical instrument that sounds with strings. Often made of seven strings, its sound is peaceful, the most elegant.

This place is the White Pagoda Buddhist Temple, full of corpses, endless bloodflow, is exactly what Buddhism said about the Shura realm.

The sound of the piano is not in harmony with this place.

Moreover, there is no piano in the White Pagoda Temple, and no one carries the piano in the venue.

However, there is a string in the room, and although the string is a single string, when it is tight, if someone plucks it with his fingers, it can also produce a crisp and pleasant sound.

Those strings were on the bows, on the bows held by hundreds of archers of the Moon Wheel Country.

The sound of the piano comes from a bow.

It's just that the person who strokes the qin is obviously in a hurry, so when his fingers drop the string, he exerts too much force, and actually plucks the tight bowstring, and the bowstring suddenly breaks to both sides and turns into a gray cord.

Immediately after that, the sound of the piano sounded again.

Hundreds of archers of the Moon Wheel Kingdom have hundreds of bows, and hundreds of bows have hundreds of tight strings, and when the person who strokes the qin points to the bowstring, a sound will sound, and then the string breaks.

The crisp sound of the piano is dense and continuous in the White Pagoda Temple, like a group of beads falling on the jade plate, like a shower into the iron urn, without any break, and it seems to sound at the same time!

"Cheng ...... Cheng Cheng ...... 琤琤琤琤琤!"

It seemed that a long time had passed, but in fact it was only a very brief moment, and the dense and crisp sound of the piano started, 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 first seat of the lecture not far away, and the wooden scoop tied in his belt was gently swinging.

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The sound of the piano stopped, and the strings were broken.

The tin staff in the hand of the first sermon no longer made a crisp sound.

After the scholar appeared, there was silence in the room.

The wind rose again, and the new robe on the first seat of the sermon fluttered slowly.

But I don't know if the wind came from the lake or from this scholar.

It was only then that the archers realized that their bows were wasted, and that the arrows that were to be fired on the strings had already been shot into the air and had flown somewhere.

They looked at the scholar in shock, vaguely guessing that it was related to this person, but they couldn't figure out how this qiē happened, and even more wondered who this person was.

Of course Ning Que knew who he was, because he was the one he had been waiting for, he originally thought that he would never be able to wait for his appearance anymore, but he still appeared.

Looking at the scholar, he had tensed his nerves for countless days and nights, and suddenly relaxed, feeling endless exhaustion pouring into his body, from the autumn of the Rotten Ke Temple to the autumn of the wasteland, and then to the winter of Chaoyang City, he had been fleeing in isolation and helplessness, until this time, he finally had someone to rely on.

It's a good feeling.

Senior Brother turned around, looked at Ning Que covered in blood, couldn't help but feel a little guilty, a little ashamed, and very relieved, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Senior brother, I'm here." ”

Ning Que looked at Senior Brother's dusty, haggard and tired appearance, understood what this was about, was extremely moved, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Senior Brother, are you here?"

These two sentences sounded almost completely at the same time.

The two brothers looked at each other for a moment, smiled, and then began to cough together.

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(I feel like Ning Que at the moment I saw Senior Brother.) ）