It turned out to be what Uncle Xiao said. Ning Que looked at the last faintest light in Chang'an City in the distance, was silent for a long time, and asked, "Teacher, do you really have to go to the Rotten Ke Temple?"

The Master said, "It's up to you." It's just that if you don't go to this experience, no one can answer the doubt in your heart, and you can't answer it as a teacher, and I always feel that this trip to the Rotten Ke Temple is your opportunity. ”

Ning Que asked, "What kind of chance is it?"

"I don't believe in chance. The Master said, "However, after reading a lot of things over the years, I gradually felt that my views were not too stubborn, and I had some new understandings. Chance is not something that is destined to happen in the Heavenly Dao, but some people living in this world, because of the ideas in their hearts, even if they are even occasional, begin to affect the surrounding environment and people, and eventually affect each other in the distance. ”

"Until we meet, those thoughts in our hearts will be transformed into actual stories, and then you go back to the beginning of the event, and you will often find that what you end up with is exactly what you want, and this is probably chance. ”

The master continued: "Sangsang's girl's illness may be able to heal herself, but it is better to see it at the little monk of Lanke Temple, you have inherited the mantle of your little uncle, after all, you still need to learn some Buddhism to dilute your anger, you have to find out whether you are the son of Hades, and you should go to see what the Olan Festival is all about, you need to do this, that is the chance." ”

Ning Que said in a trance: "It's very similar to what the monks said that they didn't understand. ”

The master said, "In the future, listen to the monks and you will be able to understand." ”

"Will it be dangerous?"

"You will be hit by a carriage when you walk. ”

"Teacher, I'll just take your words as a default. ”

"Where do I recognize it?"

Ning Que withdrew his gaze looking at Chang'an City in the night, looked down at his knees, and said, "If even the teacher thinks it's dangerous, then what should Sang Sang and I do?"

The Master smiled and said, "Without three days and three nights of simmering, how can a Buddha jump over ......the wall in the world?"

Ning Que raised his hand and begged for mercy, and said bitterly: "I already heard what Uncle Xiao said, my ears are about to become calloused, teacher, you don't have to change the way to say it." ”

The Master said, "Go and see, as the saying goes, if you don't see it, you don't know." ”

Ning Que sighed and said, "The world is really wonderful. ”

The master said, "It's so good." ”

"Where's the good?"

"There is rhyme. ”

"I just find it boring. ”

The wind is still blowing tonight, and the cliffs are so gentle, but Ning Que's mood is not relaxed, and he asks with a gloomy expression: "Teacher, you are a capable person, can't you really see the picture in the future?"

Master said: "The ultimate thing in cultivation is time, although I have lived longer than ordinary people, but unfortunately I am not old enough to experience the last invasion of the underworld, and I have not seen what happened before the last time the eternal night came, probably because of this, I have not been able to fully understand the Ming character scroll, I don't know how this story will develop, and you are now a character in this story, so I don't know how your body will change in the future, but I hope it will be good." ”

Ning Que asked, "Are there any people in the world who have experienced the last invasion of the underworld?"

In the past, he didn't believe that cultivators could live for tens of thousands of years, but as he entered the academy and gained more knowledge, he began to wonder if there was really such a thing as eternal life in the world.

The Master said, "I know that there are two people who have experienced the last eternal night. ”

Ning Que didn't expect that there really was, and asked in surprise, "What kind of person is it?"

The master didn't know what he remembered, the expression on his face became a little complicated, and he said indifferently: "A drunkard, a butcher...... But they don't care about the world, and I'm afraid they can't be considered human. ”

Ning Que remembered the weird dreams he had again.

In a certain dream, there was a drunkard and a butcher, and the two men stood beside him and stared at him, and in another dream, the master snatched the wine bag from the drunkard's hand, drank it, and snatched a pig's hind leg from the butcher's back and gnawed it.

Ning Que was shocked and speechless, and said, "Teacher, you really don't want to hear my dream?"

The master looked at him and smiled and said, "Don't you understand? After all, it's your own dream." ”

At this point in the conversation, Ning Que finally understood what the teacher meant.

Any story needs to be advanced in order to know the subsequent development, any picture needs to be seen with your own eyes, in order to know what color it is, whether you are the son of Hades or not, and what will happen in the future, you need to walk in the story yourself, and then choose, in other words, you are the author.

The Master drifted away.

On the dark cliffside, Ning Que was the only one left, looking at the night dome and the flowing clouds, he remembered what Master Liansheng had said to him before he died, and frowned.

"You have entered the demons, and if you want to cultivate demons, you must first cultivate the Buddha. Then please go boldly into the night, although you have no chance of success, and you may die just after you hit the road, but I still bless you and curse you. ”

He silently repeated the words, then stood up, waved his hand to greet the night that occupied his entire field of vision, and said, "If you are really the king of Hades, if I am really your son, then please remember that when the teacher can't cover me, you must cover me." ”

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Xiling, on the peach mountain in the verdant spring, the black judgment temple exudes the smell of slaughter and coldness, the space in the hall is extremely spacious, hundreds of red-robed priests and black-robed deacons kneel on the smooth and flat ground, it looks like a red flower in the dark night is printed on the ground.

The priests and deacons had been kneeling for a long time, their knees were already in pain, but none of them dared to get up, not even to raise their heads, they looked down at their own reflection on the smooth floor of the temple, and saw the humble look on their faces, even they could not understand why they were so humble, a fear from the deepest part made their bodies stiffen, so that the red flower of the night on the ground became a little trembling, and they could not feel any beauty, but they could only let the breath of cold and blood come to their faces.

For countless years, the Judgment Division of the Xiling Temple has been like this, and the people inside have been dealing with terrifying punishments all day long, believing in the principle that the strong are always strong, so no one is unfamiliar with this atmosphere.

The Judgment Temple has not changed, it is still so empty and cold, and the blood-condensing black jade divine seat is still there, but the bead curtain in front of the divine seat was shattered into bead powder all over the ground in the battle a few days ago, and it can no longer be repaired, and it was finally swept into the garbage heap by the miscellaneous servants, and it has long been gone.

That beaded curtain has been stored in the temple of judgment for many years, adding a lot of mysterious and terrifying aura to the powerful man on the throne, people have become accustomed to the existence of that beaded curtain, and now they have to get used to the absence of that beaded curtain, because the powerful man on the throne is dead.

Now sitting on the throne of the black jade god is a young and beautiful girl, of course, in the eyes of all the subordinates of the Ruling Division, the girl's body now has some kind of divinity, because she can't look directly, there is no concept of beauty in the world, she represents power and terror.

After a long time, Ye Hongyu sat on the Moyu Divine Throne with his jaw propped up, always silent, without any expression on his face, calm to the extreme, so he was extremely cold.

She didn't speak, and there was no sound in the whole temple of judgment, and all the priests and deacons knelt on the ground, not daring to look up, or even guessing anything, and some timid people were afraid of their teeth ringing slightly, but they found that the voice was so clear that they were so frightened that they almost fainted.

Ye Hongyu looked at the people who were kneeling in front of him, listening to the sound of people's nervous and frightened breathing, recalling what he had seen and experienced over the years, and a very faint mockery and hatred appeared between his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and even some tired feelings could be seen.

A priest walked in from the side of the temple and knelt down in front of the Moyu Divine Throne and saluted respectfully.

Ye Hongyu waved his hand a little annoyed.

The priest opened the thick dossier, looked at the people kneeling in front of the throne in fear, and praised with a blank face: "The benevolent and majestic Haotian has guided the people out of the dark wasteland, and the apostle with a sword in his hand has broken the remnants of ice in the ancient river and stood in front of the bonfire to proclaim ...... to his people."

Just like the change of dynasty in the world, the inheritance of the judgment throne will also set off a bloody storm every time, as the indifferent voice of the priest sounded, fourteen red-robed priests and black-clothed deacons were dragged out of the judgment temple, and the sound of axes or cries sounded outside the hall from time to time.

These fourteen priests and deacons, as staunch supporters of the previous judgment throne, some must die, and may have to live to continue the dedication of the Xiling Temple, and the dead are worth rejoicing, because the living will spend the rest of their lives regretting why they were so stupid when the Dao Idiot lost power.

The priest's voice echoed in the empty Judgment Temple, and as the names were clicked out one by one, the subordinates of the Judgment Division kneeling on the ground became more and more frightened, and no one knew if their names would be called, only the few Temple cavalry leaders in black and gold armor kneeling in the middle seemed relatively calm.

The Commander of the Divine Cavalry is directly under the jurisdiction of the Adjudication Division, but after the death of the Prince of Longqing the year before last, the personnel and punishment powers of the Divine Cavalry were transferred to the hands of the Divine Guard Commander, Lord Luo Kedi. Moreover, these commanders think that they are not respectful enough to the current Lord Divine Throne in this war to adjudicate the temple, but they are not those priests who only know how to read the canon and have no power to restrain the chicken, but the powerhouses of the Cave Realm.

The Adjudication Division is very realistic, as long as you have enough strength, you can atone for the corresponding sins, and you can be qualified to continue to survive, after all, the Xiling Temple rules the world, relying on executors like them.

However, to the surprise of everyone in the temple, the priest's gaze finally fell on the magnificent black and gold armor of the cavalry commanders, and slowly pronounced their names.

"Purple ink. ”

"Yuan Jun. ”

"Liu Xiao. ”

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Hearing their names, the leaders of the temple cavalry couldn't suppress the fear and confusion in their hearts, and they raised their heads one after another and looked at the Moyu Divine Seat, but they found that the girl sitting on the Divine Throne was holding her chin and closing her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.

The cavalry commander named Zimo had the deepest qualifications and the strongest strength in the field. He shook his head at his colleagues who looked frightened but didn't know what to do, slowly stood up, dusted his knees, looked at the girl on the throne and asked slowly, "Why?"