The discussion on the other side of the lake became louder and louder, and both Ning Que and Sang Sang could hear it very clearly, and after a moment of silence, he stepped onto the narrow bridge and walked towards the opposite bank, and Qu Ni Ma Di and Lu Chenjia were forced to follow behind him.

As he walked onto the narrow bridge, the chatter of the crowd by the lake stopped again, and it became quiet again, and those people at the head of the bridge were even more panicked, and retreated again and again, and some of them almost fell and were trampled on.

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, the insults and curses were raised again, and those who were frightened and retreated rushed back to the bridge, and probably because they felt that the previous silence and retreat were too humiliating, this time the people scolded more and more dirty, saying all kinds of bloody and cruel methods, and those who rushed back to the bridge were even more red and excited, and even almost broke through the defense line of the moon wheel ** pawn and the cultivators.

Foul language and intimidation continued to reach Ning Que's ears, he ignored it, looked into the distance southwest of the White Pagoda Temple, and felt that the powerful aura that frightened him was getting closer and closer, although the aura was not moving fast, it only came here from outside the West City Gate, but as long as it kept moving, then it would arrive after all.

Sang Sang tightly held the handle of the big black umbrella, his little face became more and more pale, and after a moment of silence, he took the position of the breath and the speed at which it moved.

Ning Que's expression was slightly grim, knowing that there was not much time left for him, looking at the people who were getting closer and closer on the shore of the lake, thinking that the fanatical people were basically gathered in the Baita Temple, so as long as he broke through these people in front of him, he and Sang Sang would have a chance to escape from Chaoyang City, but the problem was. Looking at the black crowd, I can't count how many people there are, how easy is it to rush over?

The Seven Masters appeared in front of the Narrow Bridge at some point.

"Let the crowd disperse, and I'll fight you. ”

Ning Que looked into the eyes of this Hanging Temple monk, ignoring the anger of the surrounding crowd at all, and said calmly, "If you think my request is too much. Then you can get all the practitioners of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism to take action. ”

Master Qimei said: "You know, it is impossible for the current crowd to disperse, if you insist on fighting the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism here. Then a lot of people will definitely die. ”

Ning Que said: "If you don't want a river of blood to flow in Chaoyang City today, then you get out of the way, and the crowd may not listen to your orders." But cultivators and soldiers will certainly listen. ”

His words were not even a temptation, he just said it casually, and he didn't think that the other party would agree, but to his surprise, Master Qimei did not hesitate, stretched out his hand and waved lightly, signaling the archers in front of the bridge to withdraw to both sides, and at the same time, Xiling Shenwei and dozens of monks also gave way.

Now in front of Ning Que was only the black oppressive crowd formed by ordinary people, those with complicated expressions and panic. Ordinary people with raging anger.

"Even if we get out of the way, will you be able to get out?" Master Seven asked calmly.

Ning Que was silent, understanding the intention of the Buddha, and then he keenly noticed that a monk quietly walked into the crowd. Then the place suddenly became agitated, and the shouts of excitement and anger rang out.

If the previous crowd seemed to be a sea of energy, the surface of the sea swaying gently, and only a few waves appearing on the occasional lapping of the reef, now the sea is beginning to stir up storms until the storm comes.

"Kill the daughter of Hades!"

"Don't let them go!"

The crowd shouted angrily and loudly. The whole episode is getting more and more powerful, but the atmosphere in the scene is becoming more and more noisy, like a mansion with broken beams and pillars, which may collapse at any time.

Master Qimei pronounced a Buddha horn and said calmly: "Look, it's not that we won't let it, but the people won't let it." ”

Ning Que looked at the middle-aged monk and said, "Second Senior Brother's evaluation of the Buddha Sect is really right. ”

Master Qimei wanted to know what the proud Academy Jun Mo thought of the Buddha Sect, and asked, "What does Mr. Second say?"

Ning Que said: "Second Senior Brother said that the monks deserve to die. ”

Master Seven was slightly angry when he heard this, but listening to the shouts around him, and looking at the people with fanatical faces, his face showed a trace of shame, and he stopped talking.

Ning Que walked down the narrow bridge with Sangsang on his back, and finally stood on the land on the other side of the lake.

In front of him was a crowd of black, endless seas of people, all glaring at him, shouting angrily, shovels or stones in their hands.

Countless faces entered Ning Que's sight, including the wrinkled face of an old man, the childish face of a child, the face of a woman painted with powder, and the face of an idle man with horizontal flesh, all of which were human faces.

These people's faces are either frightened, or angry, or they use anger to cover their panic, or they use anger to vent their daily dissatisfaction, no matter what kind of emotion is the love of ordinary people, because they are all ordinary people.

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Ning Que said: "You are the princess of the Moon Wheel Country, let these people get out of the way." ”

Lu Chenjia was silent, and Qu Nimadi was also silent.

Ning Que said: "You are not these ordinary people, you will not be provoked like a madman by the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism with a few simple words, so I don't believe that you will sacrifice your life and forget your death for this world." ”

Lu Chenjia said: "My heart is dead, I have been worshiped by the people for many years, but there is nothing in return, if only Sangsang dies, can the world continue to exist, then at least I can't harm them." ”

Qu Nimadi said coldly: "I don't care what happens in the world, but as long as you die, I don't care about death." ”

Hearing this, Ning Que shook his head, and then took a few steps forward.

The crowd retreated sharply.

Out of nowhere, the sound of monks chanting scriptures suddenly sounded, and people looked around and found that it was the scriptures of the past life that they had learned since childhood, and subconsciously sang along with them.

The sound of warp bursts, echoing in the White Pagoda Temple, more and more neat, more and more grand, suddenly there is a bell to join, suddenly it seems more and more peaceful, and the tranquility is full of tragic meaning.

Dozens of monks proclaimed the Buddha's name, showing compassion and solemnity on their faces.

Ning Que knew that he couldn't let this situation continue, the people in Chaoyang City were originally Buddhist believers, and once they were inspired or hypnotized by these monks and these scriptures, then they would be in trouble.

He looked up at the dark clouds above Chaoyang City and saw those annoying black crows circling endlessly. He looked down at the ground where his feet were stood, and saw a few hard-working ants crawling through the cracks in the mud. Then he looked up at the crowd that was approaching him, and slowly grasped the hilt of his knife with his right hand.

With a choking sound, the knife was unsheathed.

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An idler pounced, his arm flying into the air, blood spurting wildly, and he fell down with a terrible howl. A pious old woman waved her arm and grabbed Ning Que's face, and her hands suddenly broke.

An excited student took a wooden stick and smashed it at Sang Sang on Ning Que's back, but the wooden stick broke strangely from it, and then his person also broke from it, breaking into two from his waist and abdomen.

Ning Que carried Sang Sang on his back and walked towards the crowd opposite, covered in red blood, but the expression on his face did not change at all, he was still calm, and even his steps were still so steady.

walked past the idler sitting in a pool of blood holding his broken shoulder and howling miserably, walked past the pious old woman kneeling in a pool of blood and looked at her broken bowl with a pale face, and walked past the students who were struggling and twisting in a pool of blood......

He walked on the other side of the lake, in the world of blood.

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(Four chapters are done in 12,000.,It's very smooth to write today.,I'm in a very depressed mood.,I won't open a single chapter.,But I still work hard to ask everyone to continue to vote for monthly ticket support.,Tomorrow if I can still have four more.,Then I'll open a single chapter.,This can also be regarded as giving myself pressure and motivation.。 (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )