In the following days, the black carriage encountered several groups of steppe cavalry in succession on the wasteland, Ning Que killed the two groups with fewer people very coldly, and when he observed with his telescope that the number of enemies exceeded three hundred elite cavalry, he did not hesitate to choose to quietly detour and escape.

If there is anyone in the wasteland who can organize three hundred elite cavalry, then it is not the cavalry detachment directly under the royal court, it must be the main cavalry of a large tribe.

No matter how confident Ning Que is, he is unwilling to confront such an enemy head-on, one of the reasons is that the big dark horse is not wearing armor, and the more important reason is that no matter how strong he is after entering the realm of knowing his fate, no matter how strong his body is, no matter how strong his mental power is, he can't carry the enemy who is beating like a tide.

After all, the mental power will gradually be consumed, and the body will gradually become tired, and if he is forced into that situation by the continuous consumption of enemies, he will not be able to do anything but wait for death.

Thousands of years ago, the wasteland was defeated in the war with the Tang people, and abandoned the wasteland according to the surrender agreement, and moved to the cold region of Atami in the far north, the Central Plains people could not adapt to the life in the wasteland, so they did not migrate to the north in a big way, so the gap after the departure of the wasteland was filled by the barbarians who moved from the far west, and then gradually evolved into the steppe barbarians today.

The grassland tribes are scattered like stars in the vast desert land in the north of the mainland, because of the division of the Minshan Mountains and the natural boundaries of the region, they are divided into three royal courts, among which the Golden Horde is the strongest, and the right horde is the weakest because of the small population and the herdsmen believe in Buddhism.

The several groups of cavalry that Ning Que encountered in the wasteland were from the Right Tent Royal Court. Or it was a tribe under the jurisdiction of the royal court, and he had already guessed that these barbarians who worshiped Buddha must have received the Buddha's oracle from the Hanging Temple.

The cavalry of the Right Tent did not pose a real threat to the black carriage, but the servants followed one after another, and thousands of cavalry searched the wasteland at all costs, which finally slowed down the speed of the black carriage.

One day. As the black carriage passed through a crimson barren rocky mountain, snow suddenly fell from the cold wasteland sky, and flakes of snow were like cotton torn into pieces. Slowly falling towards the ground, it seems gentle, but because the temperature of the ground is too low. The snow was so fast that it didn't take long for the red rocky mountains to turn white.

Sang Sang didn't know where to find a large piece of white cloth, covered the wall panels around the black carriage, and used the remaining white cloth to simply cut and put the big black horse in.

Looking at the carriage wrapped in white cloth and the big black horse, looking at its eyes exposed outside the holes in the white cloth, Ning Que was in a slightly different mood, and always felt that this kind of picture that gave people a natural evil feeling seemed to have been seen somewhere. But I couldn't remember it for a while.

The wind and snow gradually became charming, and the wasteland road became more and more difficult, Ning Que drove the carriage around the rocky mountain, found a slightly higher but very hidden place to pause, and took out the telescope to look at the wasteland below.

By this time, the wasteland had become a monotonous world of black and white. Snowflakes fluttered in the air, silent, no sound could be heard, and no movement could be seen.

Ning Que held the cold binoculars and quietly looked at the wasteland for a long time. He didn't lose patience at all because the world in the mirror was so desolate and boring, until he finally saw the picture he wanted to see or didn't want to see.

Ten monks appeared in the field of view of the telescope.

Dressed in thick snow-white cotton robes, the monks wore shoes made of dense grass under their feet, stepped on slender planks with slight warped front and back ends, and held two thin and hard iron rods in their hands, and glided through the wind and snow as fast as galloping horses.

Ning Que guessed that these monks were from the Hanging Temple, and couldn't help frowning slightly, thinking that the Hanging Temple was far away from the world, and it had been difficult to survive the wind, frost, rain and snow for a long time, and the monks in the temple seemed to be very adaptable to the environment of the wasteland, and they couldn't stop their footsteps in the wind and snow, which was really a bit troublesome.

What surprised him even more was that those monks did not wear felt hats and leather boots, and the cold and heat seemed to have lost their power to them, so in the concept of cultivation, these monks had already advanced to the Cave Xuan Realm!

Although he was wary, he did not leave immediately, but continued to sit in front of the car window and observe, observing the monks of the Hanging Monastery passing through this place, calculating the area of the surrounding wasteland, the speed of these monks' movements, the time and frequency of searching, and then whispered to Sangsang.

Sang Sang jotted down the numbers on the paper, thought silently for a while, then raised his head and said, "It takes at least two hundred people for their search for this wasteland to be meaningful. ”

It is naturally impossible for the holy land of Buddhism to do meaningless things, and her words reveal the fact that there are now at least two hundred monks from the Hanging Temple in this wasteland where the black carriage is located.

Two hundred cave realms, what is this concept?

It was difficult for the Tang Dynasty to gather two hundred cultivators of the Cave Xuan Realm, Ning Que was silent, he thought that only the Xiling Temple in the world could dispatch so many masters anytime and anywhere, but he didn't expect that the Hanging Temple could also.

He didn't have the confidence to defeat the two hundred monks of the Hanging Temple, and he didn't even have the idea of fighting at all, if he was given enough time to kill slowly, for three years or two, he might really be able to kill all these ascetic monks, but Haotian and the Buddha would not leave him and Sangsang that much time.

He was very puzzled, why the steppe cavalry a few days ago, as well as these monks of the Hanging Temple, could always find the whereabouts of the black carriage in the vast desert wasteland?

Ning Que's incomprehension and vigilance were verified again in the next moment.

The camouflage of the carriage had been done well enough, and all the traces on the snow had been erased by him, and there was wind and snow to obstruct him, but the ascetic monks who had met the two teams in the wasteland seemed to faintly sense something, and pierced the snow with their staffs, and walked towards the rocky mountain without hesitation.

Ning Que knew that he couldn't continue to hide, so he hit the wall of the car with his fist.

Listening to the heavy knocking sound behind him, the big black horse's breathing suddenly became short, the moisture exhaled from the mouth and nose passed through the white cloth, turning into white mist in the cold wind and snow, and the eyes exposed outside the hole showed irritable and excited feelings, and the hind hooves kicked violently, and then pulled the carriage and galloped out of the rocky mountain.

The twenty ascetic monks of the Hanging Temple in the wasteland faintly saw the white figure in the wind and snow, their expressions were abrupt, and the iron rod in their hands quickly seemed to be about to turn into a remnant of the Dao. The planks under his feet rubbed against the soft snow at high speed, chasing after the white shadow, trying to intercept it.

Ning Que didn't sit in the carriage, he stood behind the big black horse, looking at the ascetics who were sliding at high speed on the snow, letting the wind and snow hit his face, and waiting in silence.

Fifty feathered arrows were in the quiver beside the wall. There were also two boxwood hardwood bows, and he also carried a boxwood hardwood bow on his shoulder, if those hanging temple monks approached. The bowstring will sound like a bead.

The ascetics gliding on the snow at high speed, their expressions awe-inspiring and resolute, let out a few low shouts from time to time. In their opinion, the sudden fall of the wind and snow today was the Buddha's anger towards the daughter of Hades, and in the snowy environment, no matter how fast the carriage was, it could not be compared with their own equality.

However, these ascetics didn't know that Ning Que's carriage was different from all ordinary carriages in the world, the contact between the wheels and the ground was extremely slight, and no matter how soft the snow was, it could not cause any effect.

The big dark horse hissed excitedly. The four hooves that were as fast as lightning splashed countless snowflakes, and the white cloth covered by the body was whirring in the snow wind, and the seemingly heavy carriage struggled to move forward at high speed on the snow.

After more than ten breaths, the carriage gradually left the monks who were skiing with canes far behind. The wheels left only a shallow rut in the snow.

Getting rid of these ascetics seems to usher in temporary safety, but there is always a big gap between reality and imagination, and after that encounter in the snow, in a very short period of time, the black carriage has encountered several groups of ascetics of the Hanging Temple in succession on the wasteland. Although they all avoided escape very smoothly, the direction of progress had to be adjusted, and the escape became difficult.

Encountering the enemy in succession, the rhythm of the escape suddenly accelerated, the atmosphere in the carriage gradually became tense, the big black horse showed his eyes outside the cloth, and for the first time, his impatient feelings exceeded the excitement, and even became a little uneasy.

Ning Que understood that the steppe cavalry he encountered a few days ago was just a prelude, and only when the monks of the Hanging Temple joined the team of chasing and killing in the wasteland, it meant that the escape really began.

At this point, he once again remembered the incident that had made him wary. The whereabouts of himself and Sang Sang have been exposed, but the senior brother who has advanced to the boundless realm has never appeared, because the senior brother doesn't know where he is, so why can the Hanging Temple accurately find his whereabouts every time?

He looked into the corner of the carriage and his eyes fell on the chessboard.

After a little thought, he picked up the chessboard and put it on his lap, took out a large black umbrella, tore off a rag from the broken edge of the umbrella, and wrapped it around the top of the chessboard.

During the break in the flight, the black carriage stopped beside a dead tree that had long since died, frozen in the snow.

Ning Que picked up the chessboard wrapped in a piece of black umbrella cloth, jumped out of the carriage, took out his Pu knife and dug a deep hole under the tree, and then threw the chessboard into it without hesitation, and then filled the hole again.

The black carriage started again.

The snow was so strong that after a few moments, the ground under the dead tree was thick with snow again, and even if anyone stood in front of the tree, it was impossible to tell that it had been dug up.

Sang Sang said: "I feel a little pity. ”

Ning Que said: "If the Buddha's chessboard is taken back to Chang'an City for auction, it will definitely be auctioned for a large amount of silver, and it is indeed a pity to throw it away like this." ”

Sangsang whispered, "That's not what I said. ”

Ning Que said: "I remember, you like to play chess, and you will be a good one in the future, how about the white jade?"

Sang Sang said: "It's a pity that the big black umbrella was torn off. ”

Ning Que was stunned and laughed.

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Half a day later, dozens of ascetic monks of the Hanging Temple, skiing with sticks, came to the snow valley where the black carriage once stayed, and the monks' clothes fluttered, like snow flakes dancing in the wind.

The first seven pieces of the Venerable Hall of the Hanging Temple, stepped forward silently, looked at the Buddhist weapon similar to a compass in his hand, looked at the Buddha finger relics inlaid on it, and frowned slightly.

The Buddha's finger bone relics can guide believers to find the relics they left in the world, which is the real reason why the black carriage has never been able to escape from the pursuit. However, at this time, the Buddha finger relics were unusually calm, there was no movement at all, and it seemed that they could no longer sense the whereabouts of the chessboard.

Qimei's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, knowing that the Buddha Sect had missed the best opportunity to kill the daughter of the Hades, secretly announced the Buddha's name, and silently prayed that this was not the last chance.

Miles away, a jade-carved dead tree in the snow trembled in the wind, as if nodding.

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