The old monk looked at Ning Que with a gentle expression, and said with a smile: ...... It seems like you haven't heard of me. ......

Ning Que was slightly stunned and said, "Everyone should have heard of you?"

The old monk struggled to squeeze out a self-deprecating smile on his emaciated face, and said, "It may sound a little ridiculous, but I think that only a few decades have passed, and the younger generation should still remember my name." ”

Ning Que didn't know what to say, looking at the cold gaze projected by Ye Hongyu, and seeing the helplessness in Mo Shanshan's ink eyes, he thought to himself, could this Lotus Divine Throne say the truth?

"If you know my story, you should know that I realized the Tao in the Rotten Ke Temple, once served the first lecture in the Hanging Temple, passed the temple and did not enter, but in the end I still became a judge of the great priest, but I don't think you two little girls probably won't know that I almost became the great priest of the Demon Sect"

The old monk's eyes were soft and he looked at the young man who couldn't hide his shock, and said slowly: "Since the Demon Sect can penetrate into the Central Plains countries, the Central Plains Buddhism and Taoism sects have naturally had similar methods, so don't be too surprised. ”

"Looking back on my life, I have personally experienced too many things, even if I sometimes think it is wonderful late at night, but when I think about it, the proudest thing in my life is to have a friend like Ke Haoran. You ask me why I want to die in a hurry?"

The old monk looked at Ning Que with a compassionate but slightly astringent expression: "Because he is my best friend, I know better than anyone else his earth-shattering ability: when I was young, I used to swim with him in the mountains and wilderness for several years, and then I saw him again and was stunned to find that his ability was getting bigger and bigger, and he was getting closer and closer to that dark night. ”

"There are a lot of friends, what I want to do is to be friends and friends, the greater Ke Haoran's ability, the more I can't accept his change in his view of the world, so I don't hesitate to pay a price, even if it is a big obstacle to my life's wishes, I want to drag him into this bloody storm, I would rather him die with the Demon Sect than let him fall into the Demon Dao." ”

Listening to these long-ago but still thrilling past events, the room fell into a dead silence Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan subconsciously lowered their heads. The girl Fu Master had vaguely heard a few words related to this matter from the teacher, and the Taoist idiot had lived in the Xiling Temple for a long time, and he knew Mr. Ke's story better than most people in the world.

Ning Que had never heard of it, and the senior brother and sister of the back mountain indirectly relayed that the image of the little uncle was always so tall and proud, holding a green steel sword, scolding the world and being invincible, where could he be associated with the image of the Demon Sect.

His eyebrows raised, he looked at Master Liansheng and asked, "How did my little uncle fall into the devil?"

The old monk sighed and said, "Demons are hidden from the heart, and anyone can fall into demons.

Ning Que is not a typical Tang person, but he still retains a lot of Tang temperament in his bones, he doesn't believe this and saying at all, he shook his head and said calmly and affirmatively: "My little uncle is invincible in the world, both in strength and spirit, he is the most powerful in the world, and he doesn't need external help, how can he practice any Demon Sect exercises." ”

The old monk said with a gentle expression: "He has never practiced the Demon Sect exercises. As you said, he doesn't need the help of the Demon Sect's exercises at all, but you don't know, Ke Haoran and other characters are like the Great Priest of Light a thousand years ago, he will not be confused by external things and external factors, but he will go astray because of his own thoughts, when his view of this world changes essentially, then he begins to deviate from the brilliance of Haotian and walk towards the side of the night. ”

Ning Que was stunned and said, "I don't understand......"

Hearing this honest or ** answer, the old monk laughed, shook his head very slowly and gently, and then gradually smiled, looked at him and said calmly: "Anyway, when he picked up that stroke, he had already become a demon." ”

Ning Que asked, "Haoran Sword?"

The old monk was silent

Ning Que remembered the book he had read in the old book building, and thought about his own technique of mastering the sword taught by the second senior brother in the back of the academy, and shook his head after a moment of silence and said, "Haoran has nothing to do with the Demon Sect exercises. ”

The old monk looked at him and smiled and said: "The world only knows the Haoran Sword, but not the Haoran Qi, if you have the chance to understand what the Haoran Qi is in the future, you will probably know why I said this." ”

Ning Que vaguely understood something, probably because the realm of the little uncle back then was really strong enough, in order to make a breakthrough or enter the tip of the bull's horn in philosophy, he created his own Haoran Qi like the great god of light a thousand years ago, and this Haoran Qi is a thing that Haotian does not allow to exist, just like the Demon Sect exercises.

"I still don't understand. ”

Ning Que looked at the old monk in the White Bone Mountain and said with a smile: "Anyway, I don't believe that the little uncle will fall into the devil:"

This is unreasonable, anyway, whether it is the Tang Dynasty or the academy, what he is best at is being unreasonable, he thought to himself that after all, it was the dusty past decades ago, what can you do with me even if you are the Lotus Divine Seat?

"Mr. Ke did enter the Demon Dao later. ”

Ye Hongyu suddenly spoke, looked back at Ning Que and said, "In the end, he was punished by heaven and died." ”

Ning Que was stunned, and then jumped up like a wild cat with its tail stepped on, and scolded: "Punish ***!"

Listening to such unbearable swear words, Ye Hongyu was very strange and did not fight back angrily, but glanced at him with a complicated expression, and said after being silent at the end of the film: "I Mr. Jingke will leave your life for the time being......

Looking at her reaction, Ning Que suddenly understood that the other party was telling the truth.

In the mountains behind the academy, the second senior brother said that the junior uncle died, but he did not say how the junior uncle died, and whether it was the master Master Yan Se or the other cultivators he met, no one ever mentioned that there was a junior uncle in the academy.

It turned out that Uncle Xiao had left this world in such a harmonious way.

Uncle Xiao is the idol of the second senior brother, and the second senior brother is Ning Que's idol, so the little uncle is his biggest idol, but unfortunately he has only heard a few words in the wind, so he has no clear appearance, only vaguely proud in the distance.

Now that he has come to the wasteland, among the reckless abandoned mountains, he feels the breath of pride and confidence like a snowy cliff and a green pine...... "Uncle Master is alive in his spiritual world...... He followed that breath through the mountains, entered the verdant valley, broke through the realm and enlightenment by the lakeside, and firmly and confidently stepped through the blocks and came to the Demon Sect Mountain Gate.

Here, he finally heard the story of Uncle Xiao, and guessed the end of this story, which was shocking and sad...... Suddenly, it dawned on me that this was a natural progression of the story. A proud and confident person like Uncle Xiao...... When there is nothing left in the world covered by the sky that is worth his second glance, it is natural for him to draw the sword at his waist...... Pointing to the sky overhead:

It's just that people still can't win the sky after all?

Ning Que stood silently between the bone mountains, dazed and didn't know how to speak.

The old monk was silent in the mountain of bones, and from the moment he heard that Ke Haoran had fallen into the devil and was punished by heaven, he had fallen into absolute silence as he had been in the past few decades...... The skull-thin face gradually glowed with a hint of compassion

"After all, he died like this. ”

The old monk lowered his head and sighed, unable to tell whether it was admiration or sadness, and with this light sigh, the already thin skeleton body suddenly loosened, and the slightest dust splattered out from the cracks in the bones or from the tattered monk's robes.

After the dusty story is told, it is the turn of the grievances and hatreds of the present world, and all the events in the world always start again and again in such a boring cycle...... Ye Hongyu**'s legs tensed slightly, and his right hand held the handle on his waist.

Ning Que woke up suddenly, looked at her back, frowned slightly, and said quickly: "Master Liansheng is in such a situation, are you in a hurry to do it now...... In my opinion, it is better to rescue the master first:"

The old monk slowly raised his head, looked at the young man calmly and compassionately, and said with a smile: "I am a self-bound person...... If I don't want to come out myself, who can get me out of trouble?"

Ye Hongyu knew that Ning Que wanted to delay time...... Silently clenched the hilt of the sword, and was about to turn around, when he suddenly saw the Lotus Divine Seat in the White Bone Mountain looking at him and slowly shook his head, and couldn't help but stop his movements slightly.

The old monk smiled and said: "I have avoided here to spend decades of atonement for my sins, and I have not left the outside world to fight and kill, why do you children have to let me see these again?

Ye Hongyu was puzzled, the legend said that when the Lotus Shrine was still a great virtue of the Buddha, he had killed people in front of the head of the temple and the strong people, and occasionally made the thunder anger of the Buddha, where is such a kind and dry monk now?

However, looking at the compassionate and gentle gaze of the Lotus Shrine in the deep eyes, even if the spirit is as strong as her, she can't help but feel relaxed physically and mentally, and she can no longer afford the slightest sense of competition, and her right hand slowly loosens the face:

The old monk said gently: "I never thought that the Demon Sect Mountain Gate would open this day, and when the Mountain Gate is opened, you can enter at your age, and you must be a very outstanding young man in the world today." It is indeed a torture to let young people like you listen to these boring old stories, but thinking that you are the future of cultivating the true path of the world, I really want you to keep listening to this story. ”

Hearing this, Ye Hongyu didn't think about it, and sat back on the ground after saluting.

Mo Shanshan sat quietly on the ground with his knees crossed.

As long as Ning Que can not fight hard with the Taoist idiot, let him listen to the story, let him tell the story for three days and three nights, he will not have any objections, so he said very sincerely: "Please let the master teach ......"

Ye Hongyu frowned slightly, very disgusted with this person's shamelessness.

"The bloody case of the Rotten Ke Temple, everyone in the world thought that it was done by the Divine Temple's Ruling Division, only me and Liao Liao of the Divine Temple, knew that it was the Demon Sect's doing, so when we were ready to find a suitable opportunity to sue Sùke Haoran, he had already seen the truth of the matter in advance, of course, it was only the truth of the first layer To be honest, until today, I don't know how he saw it......"

"Watching him ride a donkey to the shore of Daming Lake that day, watching him wave his hand to disperse the lake, and watching him draw his sword and cut a block, I felt very comforted, because I thought my plan was about to succeed:"

When the old monk said this, he paused for a long time, and then continued to whisper: "Because I thought that no matter if he destroyed the Demon Sect or was killed by the Demon Sect, he would never have a chance to enter the Demon Sect in this life, and I would have fulfilled the righteousness of a friend:"

Ning Que thought to himself that Uncle Xiao had a friend like you, it was really eight lifetimes of blood mold.

The old monk said bitterly with full remorse: "However, I have never seen such a murder in my life:"