If there was a hole in the corner of the wall, Ning Que would definitely get into it, no matter if it was the endless abyss or the legendary Netherworld below, but no, so he could only hold his head, trembling in pain, sweating like pulp, blood kept dripping out from the corners of his lips, tears flowed everywhere, and his clothes were already wet.

He had never experienced such terrible pain, and even felt that it was countless times more difficult than being caught by horse thieves in the wasteland and tortured to extract confessions, and the axe in his head and the invisible giant axe in the sky kept falling, as if it would never stop, and it was extremely desperate.

Later, his body even began to twitch, his eyes began to fade, and even the color of his lips had turned an ominous gray, which was really not much different from a dead man.

I don't know how long it took, the giant axe from the heavenly dome finally stopped, although the axe in his head was still chopping, but it was a little better, he stood up with unimaginable perseverance against the wall, and rushed towards the outside of the meditation room, not daring to look back at the shadow.

Escaping from the White Pagoda Temple, he was in the stunned eyes of the people of Chaoyang City, he coughed up blood all the way, staggered forward, and finally walked back to the small courtyard, waiting to see the figure of Sangsang under the tree, his spirit suddenly relaxed, and he could no longer resist the weakness caused by the pain, and his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

When he woke up, it was already dark outside the window, and Sang Sang was already asleep sitting on the edge of the bed, and there was a bowl of straw ginseng porridge on the table, and there was a faint heat on the porridge, which had been hot many times last night.

Ning Que remembered those nights in Chang'an in Weicheng many years ago, his mood was slightly warm, he got up and helped her to the bed, covered the futon for her, and there was a sound in his abdomen, only to find that he was already hungry, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge, wiped his mouth, and was about to go to the White Pagoda Temple as usual, his face suddenly turned pale.

He remembered what had happened in the meditation room last night - as soon as he thought about it, he felt another sharp pain in his head, and no one was cutting him with an axe. But the aftermath of pain remains.

Sang Sang opened his eyes, was silent for a long time, and suddenly pointed to his head and said, "There is someone in you, he wants to come out." ”

Nothing could hide from Haotian's eyes, but she didn't know what was going on on Ning Que's body. Why is there someone in his head who keeps chopping with an axe? Even if this can be explained, how can the invisible giant axe falling from the sky dome be explained?

Ning Que walked to the window, looking at the gray sky, and said in a trembling voice: "Why did you split me that day?"

Sangsang thought for a moment. said: "Probably because these days, you rarely accompany me, and often forget to cook for me, so you will be thundered by the sky?"

"There is no thunder, only the sky is splitting. Ning Que said.

Sangsang said, "What's the difference?"

Ning Que's face turned slightly pale. Turning to her, he said, "Why did the heavens split me?"

Sang Sang pointed to himself and said, "I am the sky, or I want to split you." ”

Ning Que asked, "Are you hacking me?"

Sang Sang looked at the sky outside the window and said, "Maybe it's that me, I'm not used to you treating me like this." ”

Ning Que thought about the pain last night, and shouted angrily: "If I marry you as a daughter-in-law, I will still be managed by your twin brothers and sisters?

Sang Sang's expression remained unchanged and said, "Our truth is the principle of heaven." ”

Ning Que felt that this statement was a bit unreasonable. He didn't know if her reasoning was justified or not, anyway, he decided not to go to the White Pagoda Temple today - although he wanted to know what was going on with the shadow on the wall, and even more wanted to know why there was an axe in his head and in the sky to chop himself, but he didn't want to repeat the painful process of last night, human curiosity can indeed overcome the fear of the unknown. But it is not possible to overcome that pain.

On that day, he stayed in the small courtyard, accompanying Sangsang in a daze in the sky, and whenever the bell rang in a temple in the distance, his face would become a little pale. Because he's scared.

Sang Sang looked at him, and said with some puzzlement: "You weren't such a person who was afraid of pain before. ”

Ning Que said: "I was also afraid of pain before. It's just that I have to take care of you, and I can only pretend not to be afraid. ”

Sangsang said, "You have to take care of me now. ”

Ning Que thought for a while and said, "It makes sense, you have to figure out what's going on, otherwise something will go wrong, but let's talk about it in a few days, I'm really a little scared." ”

After all, he still underestimated the curiosity of humans, or because he had to take care of Sangsang, and overcame his fears, he didn't wait long, and returned to the White Pagoda Temple the next day.

The monk gossiped with him as usual, he didn't pay attention to it, and walked directly to the meditation room, where the wall he smashed last night had been repaired.

He was silent for a long time at the wall, and there was no shadow on the wall.

He sat back at the table and began to read the Buddhist scriptures, and when the twilight came, he lit the candle on the table, and when he lit the fire, his hands trembled a little, so the flame shook slightly.

The shadow reappeared on the wall, at first, a little faint from the flickering of the candle flame, and then it took only a short time for it to become clear.

Ning Que stood up, just this simple action, it seemed to consume all his strength, so that when he walked towards the wall, his steps seemed a little weak.

The shadow sat cross-legged, as if cultivating the Buddha.

peaceful

He took a few deep breaths, sat down cross-legged against the wall.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Naturally, Shadow would not answer him, and was as silent as a dead old monk.

Ning Que stared at the shadow deadly, as if he wanted to break him.

Shadow doesn't have eyes, so naturally he won't either.

Just when Ning Que thought that tonight would be spent in such peace, a bell suddenly rang in the White Pagoda Temple.

Just like the night before, the evening class had already ended, but the bell began to echo, and he couldn't even tell whether the bell came from the Buddha hall or sounded in his heart.

Ning Que's expression was very nervous, he remembered that after the bell rang the night before, there was a change.

Tonight it was the same, the bell seemed to be the signal of the beginning of the catastrophe, the bell that had a very strong effect of calming the mind and mind, but it made the shadows on the wall go crazy.

Shadow stopped crossing his knees, stood up and began to wave his arms at the sky, not calling anyone, the fierce situation was more like scolding somewhere in the sky.

The shadow turned into a black flame, dancing constantly, as if it was about to burn a qiē, and like a prisoner in pain on the stake, his body was burned and scorched by the flames, which was particularly terrifying.

Ning Que's heart was slightly sour, and he began to cry, because he felt Ying's unwillingness again, felt the despair and anger of the other party, and felt the desolate sadness that seemed to be endless.

He was like an old monk, standing in front of a tomb, facing the torrential rain falling in the night sky, angrily cursing the heavens and the earth, slandering and destroying the Buddha, and wishing to tear the world apart.

Ning Que shed tears, not only because he felt these feelings, but also because he knew that he would soon start to bear the pain he had on the eve before.

Buzz bang!

Ning Que felt that someone was standing in his sea of consciousness, holding a sharp giant axe, and slashed at his skull, as if he was going to break his head open, and then jump out.

The pain spread from the top of his head to his limbs, and he even felt that his skin was being pricked by countless fine needles, and that feeling was like being skinned and sprinkled with countless handfuls of sea salt!

Ning Que's face suddenly turned pale, and his body kept trembling, like a mountain that could collapse at any time, but he was prepared tonight, and he forcibly maintained a cross-kneeled posture.

"What the hell are you going to do!"

He shouted angrily at the shadow on the wall.

The shadow on the wall didn't answer him, still struggling desperately, scolding and striking at the sky, so that the axe continued to cut off his head.

Ning Que endured the pain, biting his lip tightly, his trembling and hoarse voice seeped out from between his teeth, looking extremely miserable, and shouted: "If you don't stop, I will destroy you!"

Liansheng's fragment of consciousness had been lying quietly for many years in the depths of his sea of consciousness, and when Ning Que was in danger, he would occasionally brighten up and give him instructions.

Although Liansheng's consciousness was very strong, after all, it was a remnant left after death, and Ning Que believed that with the strength of his mental power, he could definitely suppress it.

Shadow still ignored him, looking very contemptuous.

Because of the pain, Ning Que's eyebrows kept beating, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat, he knew that he couldn't endure it anymore, so he absolutely mobilized his mental power and dived to the depths of the sea of knowledge.

Although he was a little pity and unwilling, he still had to crush the fragments of consciousness left by Liansheng, otherwise he might really go crazy in this pain or even die directly.

It's just that he forgot, there are two axes.

As soon as he mobilized his mental power, another thunderous bell sounded in the sky above the White Pagoda Temple.

The invisible giant axe fell from the high heavenly dome and slashed directly at his body.

At this moment, he felt as if his body had been split in half, and his heart had also been split in half.

Although he bit his lip, he could not prevent a terrible howl from bursting out of his lips.

He fell to the ground in pain and vomited blood, his body twisting like a loach stuffed into a hot pan, and the ground soon became bloody.

The axe from the sky continued to chop, the axe from the sea continued to chop, his eyes were dilated, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he fainted like this, but even in a coma, his body still twitched from time to time, and it was obvious that the two sharp axes from the sky and his head were still chopping.

I don't know how long it took, but he woke up in the meditation room, and it was so bright outside the window that he was in a coma all night, but fortunately the bell stopped and the axe stopped.

He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and walked out of the meditation room with great difficulty, to the lake.

The Qingban monk was on the shore of the lake, looking at his pale face and the blood stains on his body, he was a little surprised, and said in a daze: "Senior brother, are you chanting scriptures or killing in the meditation room?"

Ning looked at the clear blue sky and asked, "Did you hear the bell?"

The Qingban monk looked confused and said, "What clock?"

Ning Que's expression was also very confused, and he said, "Why is it only me who can hear it?"

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