The words on the stele are deep into the stone, with the sharp meaning left by the tip of the sword, vertical and horizontal.

Ning Que looked at the line of words on the stele, his eyebrows slowly raised, he didn't express any emotion, he looked at it in silence for a long time, and then he left without saying a word, avoiding the scattered white bones under his feet and looking to the side.

He circled around the wordless stele a few times, and finally went back to the stele, raised his head again and looked at the stele silently, raised his eyebrows as if he was about to fly, pointed to the words on the stele and said with a smile: "My little uncle wrote it." ”

Mo Shanshan once heard the teacher say that the Demon Sect Mountain Gate was destroyed at the hands of a certain senior master, but for some reason, the name of the senior master did not spread, and she once guessed whether it would be the senior of the academy who disappeared at a glance in the world, and there was no evidence.

This time she went deep into the wasteland to the mountain gate of the Demon Sect, and saw Ning Que's expression different along the way, especially the kneeling in the block array, which made her more and more firm in her guess, and finally confirmed it from Ning Gap at this time, but she still felt a little shocked and unspeakable - destroying the Demon Sect with a single sword, how powerful was that senior back then?

Her brows furrowed slightly, her thin red lips pursed into a line, and after a moment of silence, she looked at Ning Que's fading eyebrows and sparse expression, and asked softly, "You seem to be very proud and proud." ”

Ning Que nodded honestly. In order to resolve the spiritual impact brought by the inscription, he looked around before, and found that the residual breath on the bones of those dead Demon Sect powerhouses was still strong, especially the hardness of those white bones seemed to exceed ordinary steel, and he couldn't help but be even more shocked, so many Demon Sect powerhouses were as vulnerable as Yuyang Spring Snow in front of Uncle Xiao's Haoran sword, so it can be imagined how terrifying Uncle Xiao's realm strength was back then.

In the indirect reaction of the second senior brother and others in the back of the academy, Ning Que had long known that the little uncle must be the first-rate fierce person in the world, but he still didn't expect that the little uncle would be so fierce that he could say that when he broke into the mountain gate of the Demon Sect, he had already broken through the five realms, and he had achieved the sage Wang Dao out of the world?

As a disciple on the second floor of the academy, it is really unreasonable not to feel proud to have such a junior uncle.

However, pride and pride can't be eaten, Ning Que and Mo Shanshan came to the Demon Sect Mountain Gate after a lot of hardships, for the sake of the Heavenly Book and the breath left by the little uncle, standing in front of the stele and watching the memory in silence for a while, they continued to walk towards the hall, and he felt the breath of the little uncle in the hall behind the stele.

The main hall of the Demon Sect is still magnificent and majestic, the seemingly simple stone beam structure, painted with those complicated oil paint pictures, it naturally reveals a bit of sacredness, hundreds of stone statues are erected on both sides of the spacious passage, carved with strange gods and demons that can rarely be seen in the Central Plains countries, each hideous and silent.

The passage gradually became deeper, but it was still dry without a trace of dampness, but fortunately, when the desolate people built this place, the design of ventilation and lighting was particularly exquisite, and Ning Que and the others walked hundreds of steps inside, and they could still see things with their eyes.

As he went deeper into the main hall of the Demon Sect, the aura that made Ning Que close and moved became stronger and stronger, and gradually became some kind of actual existence, he looked at the front in silence, not knowing what he would see later, the Heavenly Book Ming Scroll was still the secret of the Demon Sect, no matter which one it was, he just hoped not to see what he didn't want to see.

There were more and more corpses in the passage, and at the turn, the white bones were even superimposed together, turning into a small mountain, Ning Que walked with Mo Shan Mountain, looking at the deeper and deeper vertical and horizontal sword marks on the wall, imagining the bloody battle that took place here back then, he couldn't help but feel palpitations.

At the end of the passage of the main hall of the Demon Sect was a very ordinary room, which was supposed to be extremely spacious, but now a hill of white bones and dried corpses occupied the center of the room, so it was extremely crowded and cramped.

"How many people died back then. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at the mountain of bone corpses in front of her in a daze, and subconsciously sighed softly, her little hands were a little cold, and her voice was also a little trembling, as a personal disciple of the temple guest Qing Shusheng, she had never had the slightest good impression and sympathy for the Demon Sect, but what she saw all the way today, even she couldn't bear to think about the despair of the Demon Sect back then.

Ning Que looked at the hill made of white backbone corpses, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I don't know why Uncle Xiao wanted to destroy the Demon Sect back then, but I think he always has his own reasons and reasons. ”

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the depths of that White Bone Mountain.

"Many times in the world, there are many things that don't need a reason, and they don't need a reason, because those reasons and reasons, if you think about it from another angle, are often delusional. There are countless explanations now given as to why he did it back then, but the truth is that he came that year and did it. ”......

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This room originally only had a silent mountain of white backbone corpses, silent stone walls and sword marks, and it was quiet as if it was not in the world, so although the voice that suddenly sounded was weak, it was very clear.

This voice was very slight, very weak, revealing the meaning of peace in the strands, but in the ears of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, it was not only clear, but more like a thunderbolt, and this naturally had nothing to do with the quiet environment.

The verdant valley has disappeared into the depths of the Reckless Tianqi Mountain Range for decades, the Daming Lake has not appeared in the world for decades, and the Demon Sect Mountain Gate has been isolated from the world for decades, in the world's cognitive speculation, this place has long been a ruin, there can be no life, and the same is true of what the two of them saw, only the white bone sword marks were lonely, where could they have thought that there were still people alive here!

Ning Que was shocked and speechless, pulled Mo Shanshan behind him as fast as he could, and then took his bow and arrows, and used his most powerful weapon to aim at the hill made of white skeleton corpses.

Looking closely, he found that there was a person in the hill where the white bones were piled up.

The man was very old, so old that his hair had long since fallen and his teeth had gone, and only two extremely long white eyebrows fluttered on his face, which were about to hang down to his shriveled chest, and he was wearing a very old monk's robe, which had long been tattered and hung in front of him like eyebrows.

That person is very thin, so thin that his chest and abdomen are collapsed, his limbs are as thin as firewood, there is no muscle and fat on his body, and there is a thin layer of skin wrapped around his craggy bones, especially the deep-seated eye sockets look like two black holes, which are extremely terrifying, but the eyes revealed in the partial eye sockets are so compassionate and warm.

Except for the thin skin that had lost its bullet luster, the old monk was no different from the white skeleton corpse around him, so it was difficult for him to be found sitting in the mountain of white bones.

Two very thin iron chains passed through the old monk's drum-like abdomen, and the other end was nailed to the hard wall behind him, and the blood of decades ago had long since turned black and smeared on the wisps of monk's robes.

This picture is very weird, and the old monk in the picture is very scary.

Ning Que's fingers trembled slightly, and he almost let go of the bowstring and shot an arrow over, Mo Shanshan covered his lips tightly, and almost screamed in surprise—if it weren't for the compassionate and warm gaze of this thin and terrifying old monk.

"Who are you?"

Ning Que tightened his grip on the bowstring, aimed at the old monk in the White Bone Mountain, and asked nervously.

This is the mountain gate of the Demon Sect, which has been isolated from the world for decades, and it is really incomprehensible that such an old monk suddenly appeared, this old monk is still alive when he looks so thin, and it is beyond the scope of normal people's thinking. And anything that is beyond common sense and incomprehensible generally contains great danger.

"Who am I?"

The old monk slowly raised his head, and the iron chain clanged through his abdomen, probably driving the pain in his body, and a trace of pain appeared on his thin and ghost-like bone face, and his eyes were still warm in his eyes, but there was a bit of reminiscence.

After a long time, a hint of enlightenment suddenly appeared in the old monk's eyes, and the skin at the corners of his lips was as loose as folding paper, revealing an ugly smile, and said, "I am a self-bound person. ”

"I have done a great wrong thing back then, and I regret it for the rest of my life, so I have chained myself to this place, and vowed to spend the rest of my life surpassing these dead souls, hoping to atone for one or two of them. ”

The iron chain passed through his body, and the old monk's words and subtle movements would make him show a little pain, but his weak voice and eyes were still so calm and compassionate, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Ning Que looked at the old monk who was as thin as a ghost and angry as a spring breeze, and asked in a daze, "Atonement for what sin?"

The chain tinkle sounded again. The thin old monk smiled at the white skeleton corpse around him, stretched out his finger with difficulty and slowly stroked the edge of the white leg bone in front of him, and said, "Atonement for the sin of murder." ”

"Homicide?"

The old monk looked at him and said calmly: "I entered the Buddha Gate at the age of twenty, and then became a Buddha, thinking that I was compassionate, and I would use the Buddha's light to benefit all sentient beings. ”、

Ning Que understood this passage, but he couldn't understand this passage, the Demon Sect Mountain Gate was full of white bones and corpses, and the legend should be the soul of the little uncle who died under the sword, all the way to see the sword marks and the big characters on the wordless tablet, the truth should not be far from the legend, why did this thin old monk say that this was his murder?

"You...... Do you recognize my little uncle?" he asked.

The old monk looked at the two of them like an elder looking at a junior, and asked gently: "The madman is your junior uncle, then you are the disciple of the master, so who is this little girl?"

Ning Que and Mo Shanshan sensed each other's kindness and trust, and even had a touch of pampered warmth, and subconsciously reported their identities.

The old monk said softly: "I thought that I would spend this life in the long day of atonement, and I would not see anyone again, and I didn't expect to see the old man again, so in this way, can it be said that the Demon Sect Mountain Gate is open?"

Then he looked at Ning Que and said puzzledly: "You are the academy of this generation? I see that you just broke through the realm and entered the cave more than ten days ago, how can the realm be so low? Could it be that the academy is also inferior to the next generation?"

Immediately afterwards, the old monk looked at Mo Shanshan and said with a smile: "Dry Bone Mountain, the mountain does not hear the morning drum and twilight bell, I don't know how the years are passing, I feel that I just slept for a while, and Xiao Wang also has a successor." ”

Ning Que knew that he was the worst person in the history of the academy, and he was inevitably a little embarrassed to be pointed out by the other party, but thinking that this old monk had been sitting in the mountain gate of the Demon Sect for decades, calling the little uncle a madman, and calling the book saint a little king, he must be a master of the world, and he was embarrassed to jump up and scold.

It's just that who is this thin old monk?