There is a great terror between life and death, the life and death of the world are tied to oneself, that kind of terrifying Cheng dù is even more unimaginable, after Sang Sang heard Ning Que's words, he was still silent, I don't know what to think Ning Que Zhong touched her forehead with his hand, and found that it was a little cold, but it was not as strict as when he was sick, and after thinking about it for a while, he put on a robe for her and walked off the black carriage with her in his arms.

The two of them stepped on the moorland that was about to freeze hard and walked to the linden tree.

As far as the eye can see, the surroundings are barren, occasionally a few cold willows have already fallen and dried up, I don't know when there is a mournful birdsong in the distance, and the still verdant Bodhi tree is extremely eye-catching in the wasteland.

Ning Que and Sangsang studied Buddhism and read scriptures in the Langke Temple for many days, and they had entered the Zen Gate, and they clearly felt that there were some Buddha natures left on the ground under the Bodhi tree, and those Buddha natures were very few.

There are a few slightly concave marks on the ground under the linden tree, and the inside is as smooth as a mirror, and it is wonderful that there is no residue in it from the fallen leaves or the ash of countless years.

Ning Que looked at those traces, roughly compared them in his mind, and found that when a person lay down, the imprints that would be crushed on the ground, the small depression in the front should be where the elbow bend bearing force is, and then the next few relatively large ones are the marks left by the body on the ground.

He said to Sangsang: "It is said that when the Buddha was in Nirvana, he lay on his side and closed his eyes, and now it seems that this is indeed the case. ”

Sangsang didn't understand why he wanted to bring himself to see the Bodhi tree, to see the relics left by the Buddha.

"People who cultivate Buddha in the world want to be able to worship in front of this Bodhi tree, we didn't think about it, but we came here, if there is really a so-called chance, this is our chance. ”

Ning Que said: "Studying Buddhism is good for your body, even if it can only treat the symptoms, you should continue." The remaining Buddha nature under this Bodhi tree should be helpful for your Buddha cultivation. ”

Sang Sang leaned weakly into his arms and said, "Where are we going in the future?"

Ning Que said: "When the one hundred and twelfth chapter of the third volume of the eventful autumn came here, the person who stood in the way was dead and returned to the academy. ”

Sang Sang's body shrunk, looking a little uneasy, and said, "But I'm worried. ”

Ning Que frowned slightly and asked, "What are you worried about?"

"The academy wants to cure me, but if my illness is really a mark left by the Hades, how can I be cured? I can feel that the remaining Buddha nature under this Bodhi tree is of no help to me. ”

Sang Sang was a little sad and said, "Have you ever thought about what you should do if the academy can't cure my illness until the end, and the world will be ruined because of me?"

Ning Que was silent for a moment and then said, "I said I don't care. ”

Sang Sang said in a low voice, "But will the master and senior brothers also care as little as you?"

Ning Que was silent, not knowing how to answer, he knew very well that the teacher and the two senior brothers really wanted to cure Sangsang's illness, but if they really couldn't cure it, could they really watch the invasion of the underworld?

Sang Sang raised his head, looked at him and said seriously: "Ning Que, have you ever thought that we will kill ourselves?"

Ning Que patted her on the back and said, "If it were those tragic stories in the book, it might really be this kind of ending, but I said it a long time ago, this is not a story in the book, I don't like to read, I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die." ”

Sangsang said sadly: "But we don't have a future. ”

The invasion of the underworld represents the arrival of the eternal night, and the daughter of the underworld is naturally the enemy of the entire world, even if it is the academy or the Tang Empire, it is impossible to stand on the opposite side of the entire world, which means that no matter how big the world is, there is no longer a place for them.

Ning Que was silent for a long time and said, "I have read the scroll of the Book of Heaven, and I have also read the notes left by the Buddha. I know that the Buddha has seen the future of the world, so he will find a way to make such a hanging temple, so he will leave the chessboard, and he will leave the Yulan bell in order to deal with the invasion of the underworld. ”

Sangsang didn't understand why he was saying these things.

Ning Que looked at her and said: "Master Qishan said that if you try to see the future, even if it is just a faint glance, the future will change, the Buddha saw the future back then, and he has made so many preparations, then there is a big difference between the future he sees naturally and the real future." ”

Sangsang said: "You mean that the future is not predestined, so we don't need to worry?"

Ning Que said: "The future is actually very similar to death, if it is doomed, then the troubles are meaningless, if it can be changed, then we don't need to worry, we just need to work hard to change." ”

Sangsang said: "I understand, this sentence makes a lot of sense.

Ning Que said: "Although I can occasionally say something very reasonable, this sentence is really not what I said, it was said by the teacher and his old man, so I firmly believe it." ”

Then he looked into Sangsang's eyes and said, "Maybe the whole world won't allow us to live anymore, we still have to go back to the academy, because if this is the last trust, of course, it must be left to the teacher." ”

A smile appeared on Sangsang's pale face and nodded.

Ning Que smiled and said: "We may die at any time, tomorrow may be the last day, in fact, it is not necessarily a bad thing, at least we can be urged to do a lot of things that we wanted to do before, but did not dare to do." ”

Sang Sang looked at him quietly, plucked up his courage and said, "I want to have a baby with you." ”

Ning Que was stunned, and then said with a wry smile: "It takes a long time to give birth to a child, is there anything you want to do now?"

Sangsang asked, "What do you want to do now?"

Ning Que led her to the Bodhi tree, took out a cluster of sharp arrows, and carved a line of small characters on this tree, which is regarded as an absolute symbol and sacred and inviolable by Buddhist believers in the world.

"In the autumn of the sixteenth year of the Apocalypse, Ning Que of the Academy brought his wife, Sang Sang, the daughter of the Hades King, to visit here. ”

The black carriage moved lonely on the cold wasteland, and because of the wilderness on all sides, the extremely fast carriage seemed to move slowly on a black and gray piece of paper.

Ning Que and Sang Sang had lived in the wasteland, they were no strangers to this kind of monotony and desolation, they were extremely familiar with it, they knew that even in the wasteland in the north of the Central Plains, if they were unlucky, they might not see a person for ten days and half a month, not to mention that this was in the depths of the more desolate Extreme West Wasteland.

But he didn't expect that just after the carriage left the linden tree for about ten miles, a person appeared in the field in front of him, and it was the kind of person he didn't want to meet now.

It was an old monk with a dark face, shabby clothes, and covered in dust.

Walking in the world, the most important thing to be vigilant about is the three types of people who are monks, Taoists, and women, and this wilderness is not far from the Hanging Temple, no matter how you look at this old monk, it should have something to do with the Hanging Temple, Ning Que's expression was slightly cold.

Looking at the black carriage that slowly stopped dozens of feet in front of him, the wrinkles on the old monk's face gradually relaxed, the gravel sandwiched in his dark complexion fell, and his quiet eyes showed a look of compassion.

The old monk pronounced a Buddha horn and said: "Who would have thought that the daughter of the Hades King and the thirteenth Mr. of the academy would actually come to the Hanging Temple, no wonder no matter how hard the world searched, they couldn't find any trace of you." ”

There was a cyan curtain hanging in front of the black carriage, and the voice of the old monk in the wilderness entered through the curtain, Ning Que listened silently, bowed his head and made his preparations, but his movements paused slightly.

Because he heard from the words of this old monk that the world has been searching for himself and Sangsang for a long time, but he and Sangsang didn't just flee from the Lanke Temple, why did they alarm the whole world?

The old monk slowly raised his right palm, put one hand together on his chest, thought of a possibility, the compassion in his eyes became more and more intense, and he sighed and said, "It seems that it was Senior Brother Qishan who sent you here, what about the chessboard?"

"If we hand over the Buddha's chessboard, will you let us go?"

Ning Que looked at the green curtain in front of him, his voice fluctuated ruthlessly, but his face suddenly turned pale, his body began to tremble violently, and the black hospital clothes that had been torn on his body were even denser.

Sang Sang knew that he had injuries on his body and was very worried, but he pursed his lips tightly, without making a sound, shrunk his body into the corner of the carriage, and then covered his body with a futon.

The old monk sighed and said: "Mr. Thirteen of the Academy is indeed as rumored, he is the best person in the world at fighting, knowing that the underworld has different paths, but he still does not forget to disturb my mind, but ......"

At this point, the old monk's expression suddenly condensed, and he felt two extremely powerful talismans, and he came to him quietly at some point, and then began to cut the cold autumn wind!

In the black carriage, there are many extremely thin openings on the futon covered by Sang Sang's body, and if you look closely, you can see that each opening is actually two extremely tight thin openings, and cotton huā blooms out of the openings.

Ning Que's face was pale, trembling all over, his fingers slowly and laboriously slicing through the air in front of him, like a heavy mountain hanging from his fingertips, the black courtyard uniform on his body was cut into countless rags by the overflowing runes, and the cyan carriage curtain was broken into three pieces and slowly fell.

The old monk's face was slightly condensed, he sat cross-legged, and the palm of his hand in front of his chest turned slightly sideways, and an extremely pure and distant Buddha's breath suddenly appeared, protecting his body like a light mask.

In a black carriage dozens of feet away.

Ning Que withdrew his fingers, pulled his bow and arrow, and twisted the hard and tight bowstring with his second finger, but when he let go, he only heard a soft pop, and a white air turbulence burst out at the end of the iron arrow, and then disappeared in an instant!

A dull imprint appeared on the falling cyan curtain, and the cyan cloth in the imprint slowly spread out, throwing into the air like huā powder, revealing an extremely round arrow hole.

The cyan curtain was still falling, and the arrow hole on it was forming, and then after an instant, only a hissing sound was heard, and Ning Que's figure tore through the blue curtain, jumped off the carriage like lightning, and rushed towards the old monk dozens of zhang away!

The two extremely powerful runes in the wasteland air are naturally Ning Que's two characters, this is his most powerful rune, in the Rotten Ke Temple, even Qi Nian and Ye Su have no way to crack it in a short time, but the dark and old ascetic, I don't know where it is sacred, can temporarily resist with the Buddha's breath.

But even so, under the terrifying cutting power of the two characters, the ascetic old monk crossed his knees and fought against the Buddha's breath, and his body was full of dust and gravel, but it was equivalent to being bound by the two characters In this case, how could the ascetic old monk dodge the powerful Yuan Thirteen arrows?

The old monk knew that he couldn't avoid Ning Que's iron arrow, and when he faintly sensed that the aura in the black carriage in the distance was a little weird, he responded in advance.

The old monk had been quietly caressing the surface of his left palm on his knee, and suddenly there was a golden luster, which looked like it had turned into pure gold and made into a Buddha's palm!

In a very short period of time, the old monk crushed the autumn wind and lifted the golden left palm, which seemed to be slow but was actually extremely fast in front of his chest, and at this moment, the iron arrow had arrived!

The sharp arrow cluster carried an incomparably powerful force and shot into the golden jade left palm of the old monk!

Only a slight impact sound was heard, and the golden jade left palm of the ascetic monk shattered, and the broken place was bloodless and fleshless, glowing with golden brilliance, and scattered everywhere like golden sand on the wasteland.

The iron arrow smashed the old monk's golden palm, and it did not stop there, it flew diagonally upward, piercing the old monk's left shoulder with a snort, with a puddle of blood huā and the entire shoulder, turning into a streamer and disappearing into the distance.

The old monk was seriously injured, his face suddenly pale, but he did not show any fear, but was extremely calm, his chest and abdomen were slightly sunken, and he sucked all the air in front of him into his chest, and then his dry lips opened slightly.

However, at this moment, Ning Que's figure had already followed the arrow like lightning.

His right foot stepped heavily on the ground, shaking up dust and ice chips, exerting force in his waist and abdomen, and the Pu knife in his hand stabbed into the old monk's lower abdomen with a pop, and Haoran Qi suddenly exploded with the knife!

There was an uproar, like a torrential rain suddenly coming out of the clouds, and under the powerful power of Pu Dao's knife and Haoran Qi, the old monk's body turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood, splashing everywhere.

A moment later, the pieces of flesh fell from the sky and landed on the hard wasteland ground with a dense crackling sound, like a rainstorm falling from a dark cloud finally reaching the ground.

Ning Que put the knife into the sheath, took out a fire talisman from his sleeve, threw it on the ground, and then swept back towards the black carriage, without turning around to look at it, those flesh and blood were still gradually rising.

The black carriage started again, heading out into the moor.

The flames on the wasteland gradually grew, the flesh and blood of the ascetic monk were scorched and burned to ashes, and a dozen black crows flew out of nowhere, smelling the smell of the fire, and chirping fiercely, very unwilling.

In a black carriage.

Sang Sang asked with a pale face, "Who is it?"

"I don't know, I only know that this ascetic monk is very strong, and he is definitely not an ordinary monk in the Hanging Temple, at least at the level of Master Baoshu, otherwise the two characters will kill him. ”

Ning Que commanded the big black horse to gallop in the southeast direction, took the towel handed over by Sang Sang, wiped the blood on his face, and said after a moment of silence: "If he is prepared, it will be difficult for me to kill him." ”

Sang Sang said: "I don't know who it is, it's still so strong, you just killed people like this?"

Ning Que carefully wiped the blood on Pu Dao, and said calmly: "People all over the world want to kill us, so from now on, whoever stops in front of us, I will kill whoever stops." ”

(It's just two chapters today, no.) (To be continued!!