The glow of the fangs between the thin fingers faded, and the flames fluttered with no heat. Like a small oil in the night wind, no fire in a storm, it seems that it may be extinguished at any time but will never be extinguished.

Ye Hongyu looked at the holy brilliance between the fingers of the Lotus Sheng Monk, his eyes showed a confused and confused expression, Mo Shanshan's expression was not much better than hers, full of shock, they clearly felt the divine aura contained in the light, and they were at a loss to think about Master Lotus Sheng's words, and they couldn't calm down at all.

Ning Que's cultivation realm and knowledge were not as good as the two girls, and he was not as shocked as them, he was just disgusted by the fact that the realm was so mysterious, why did the divine tree not have the slightest sense of Weidi, as if it was not the real existence.

The brilliance between the old monk's fingers is transparent and warm, which does not make the eyes feel burning, nor does it scatter the heat of the scorching people, but it shines like the sun between heaven and earth, revealing an indescribable supreme realm.

Mo Shanshan muttered: "The Tao and the devil are connected, and they will enter the Divine Dao?"

The old monk glanced at her with a smile, his eyes were full of appreciation, and said: "For decades, I have been thinking hard about the difference between Taoism and Demons, using Taoism in the world outside the body, and using the Demon North in the world of the chair inside the body, and finally found a certain possibility, which is the eight words you said. ”

Listening to these words, Ye Hongyu finally woke up from the shock, and thought of one thing, whether the Dao and the Demon can enter the Divine Spirit, but to make such an attempt, you must first enter the Demon, she looked at the old monk in the Bone Mountain in a daze, and felt that her judgment was really a little unreasonable, how could the Lotus Divine Throne be......

"You're right, I'm already enchanted. ”

There was an old monk sitting as thin as a ghost in the bone corpse mountain, and the air had been so dry for decades, only the roof stone pointed to by the bone mountain had hidden dampness, and those dampness had accumulated for a long time and finally condensed into droplets.

The old monk slowly raised his head and opened his lips slightly, and the drop of water dripped into his chapped dry lips, and then turned into a smile on the old monk's thin face, that smile was compassionate and calm, and it was heartbreaking.

The old monk looked at her and smiled and said, "Back then, I was worried that Ke would fall into the devil alive, but I didn't expect that in the end, I would also fall into the devil. ”

Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu's consciousness was a little muddy at this time, and they were immersed in thinking, only Ning Que still paid attention to the old monk's every move.

Walking into the Demon Hall and meeting this legendary figure who had been atoning for his sins for decades, Ning Que had always had a lot of questions in his heart, how did this Lotus Master survive after decades of not eating or drinking? Later, when he saw that Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu had no such doubts, he thought to himself that probably this master's realm had already exceeded the imagination of mortals

At this time, looking at the drop of water condensed by the stone crack on the roof falling into the old monk's dry lips, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, thinking that this old monk had a very clear grasp of the law of stone silk dripping, and he didn't know how many times he had repeated it in the past few decades or how many drops of water Cao Jing had missed, which made him feel heartache and be proficient like this?

The stone crack is wet, and the scene of a legendary character sitting and atonement for decades has a great chance to make everyone feel compassion and reverence, but Ning Que's heart is like a stone and refuses to tremble slightly, and his eyebrows are slightly raised, if it is atonement, why bother to live? If you want to respond to the depth of your sins with the pain of life, how can you be painful because you have missed a drop of water, so that raising your head and bearing a drop of water becomes the key in oneness and instinct

While Ning Que was thinking about these things, Master Liansheng had already begun to analyze the scenery at the highest distance of the Capture Trail with Ye Hongyu and Mo Shan Mountain. He couldn't help frowning, thinking to himself, Master Liansheng came to the temple to teach in the Frog Ke Temple, it was definitely not the Prince of Longqing, who could be compared with the goods, this withered demon hall for decades must be so boring that it is difficult for himself and himself every day, where can you beat him?

Sure enough, as time slowed down, only the old and sad voice was finally cut off in the room.

"If there is truth in the world, let it be understood. ”

If what we are looking for is a way to understand the world and the power to change the world, then how can there be good and evil in the power itself? Only those who use power can distinguish between good and evil. ”

"A knife can be used to cut vegetables, you can use it to carve a carrot, you can use it to kill people, a stone you can use to enjoy play, you can use it to make a house, you can use it to kill people, a lake can be used to raise fish, you can use it to raft, you can use it to kill people, a mountain can be used to climb the bottom, you can use it to build a house, you can use it to kill people. ”

"Everything in the world can be used to please people or to kill, and all things are not sinful, but human beings are the spirit of all things, giving all things a soul and a purpose, so the word sin can only be applied to people. The difference between Dao and Demon lies in the method and the path, just like all things in the world, how can we add sin in vain? ”

The old monk's words were not difficult and obscure at all, and he did not use the words of a woman to put on a mysterious coat, but slowly talked about these simple and simple truths, and revealed the world of cultivation he knew to these young people.

The old monk's voice was weak, and his slightly hoarse voice was full of love for the world and compassion for all living beings, and his tone was calm but convincing.

Ning Que didn't listen carefully, but he was unconsciously attracted by the words of the old monk, sat on the ground and began, listening intently, as the sound of kindness entered his ears, the spirit that had been tense since he came to the wasteland gradually relaxed, and his body became relaxed.

The room of the Demon Hall seems to have accumulated decades of fox loneliness, isolated and secluded, only the voice of the old monk slowly blooms and reverberates softly like a lotus, and these voices and words finally become lotus petals into water, echoing between the wall and the heart, wave after wave, warm and uncomfortable.

Among the mountains of corpses were white bones that had cut off half of the dried flesh. The white bone tilted his head to the sky, the withered bone claws stretched out behind his head as if cushioned, and the fleshless ancient foot rested on his left knee, as if listening quietly and joyfully, which seemed to be extremely comfortable.

I don't know how much time has passed, the teaching and commentary that echoes between the room and the heart slowly stopped, the old monk looked at the thoughtful young people with a gentle expression, looked at the thoughtful look on their faces, and said with a smile: "The mountain gate is open, the world is bound to come again, and the time for me to leave will come." ”

Ye Hongyu raised his head in shock, not knowing how to speak.

The old monk looked at his thin hands that he didn't know when to re-enter the lotus seal, and said indifferently after a moment of silence: "My life, from the perspective of the world, has been wonderful, born in Buddhism and reached the Taoist gate but eventually followed the demon gate, and now the life span is coming to an end, remembering that the great priest who opened the Demon Sect thousands of years ago said that he knew that I sinned against me, but the time ear, I can't help but feel meaningless, I died in the water from the lotus life, why care about who knows me or sin me?"

"It's just that who can really be completely untied to life and death? Even if they have escaped life and death, who can not have a trace of nostalgia for the world? I want to leave some gall traces in this world?

The old monk slowly raised his head, looked at the three people in front of him and said with a smile: "I have cultivated three sects at the same time, I have been encircling and atoning for decades, I dare not say that I have achieved great success, but I have gained a little, I want to pass on the little power in this stump and my knowledge of this world, I don't know if any of you are willing to accept my mantle mercifully......"

It is rumored that the great cultivators who have cultivated to the extreme can even faintly feel the time when they have left because of their deep enough understanding of the nature of the world. Liansheng Dahuai has been trapped in the mountain gate of the Demon Sect for decades of atonement and hunger, and finally met the reopening of the mountain gate and the younger generation, this kind of ape may be the wedge point of life and death, so hearing him say that he is about to leave this world, although the three of them were shocked, they were not completely unprepared.

However, hearing that Master Liansheng decided to leave the mantle, even Ning Que, who had always been calm and calm, couldn't help but shake his heart violently, and Ye Hongyu was even more shocked and uneasy, clenching his fists tightly, unable to speak at all.

The two most important things in life are the way to understand the world, the ability to change the world, the way Master Lotus Sheng knows the world, the three of them have been quietly listening for a long time, and the ability to change the world is naturally power and realm.

There is no saying that there is no inheritance of power in righteous path cultivation, only the strongest master of the Demon Sect will pass on the power to the selected heir in a haoding way before the Shouyuan is cut off, and Master Lotus Sheng wants to leave the mantle, it should also be used in this and method!

What kind of person is Master Liansheng? Ning Que had never heard of it before, but he knew it very well now.

Learning the three ways of Taoism, Buddhism and demons, Cao went to two unknowable places, served as the protector of the mountain gate of the Buddha Sect, served as the chief priest of the temple, and almost deceived the position of the sect leader of the Demon Sect, and was qualified to travel with the little uncle, and for decades in the forbidden mountain, he actually cultivated the Dao and the demon into a divine tree! Such a character is, of course, the most powerful existence in the world!

If you can inherit the mantle of the other party, how many years can you lose tea buckets on the far-reaching and difficult cultivation path? How powerful can you get? What kind of wonderful world can you come into contact with?

What's more, Ning Que knows very well that if he can inherit the mantle of the other party, maybe it won't take long, the ugly general and Prince Li Guyan, and even those yang shadows hidden behind them, can be easily torn to pieces by themselves, and he doesn't need to rely on the power of the academy, and he doesn't need to put the senior brothers and sisters in the back mountain in a dilemma, and he can throw away the hatred that he has been guarding for more than ten years.

The father and daughter who loved themselves incomparably in this life in a pool of blood, the young playmates who were trampled to death alive, the miscellaneous knives mixed with black serum, the two people who fell in the miscellaneous room, the little black man by the gray wall on a rainy day, and the innocent and tragic villagers in Xiao Heizi's hometown, all appeared in his mind at this moment, looking at him quietly.

The hatred for the tragic destruction of the door back then had already faded in his heart, but he was afraid of this accumulation, so he wanted to put the hatred deep into his bones, this hatred that had faintly changed its flavor had become the most important spiritual support in Ning Que's life, and this support was mixed with the innate greedy pursuit of strength, and it became the strongest temptation that was difficult to stop.

This and temptation were like an invisible hand, slowly tying his body up from the ground, urging him to take difficult steps and walk towards the mountain of bones.

Suddenly, he stopped.