The original copper bell sound, crisp and pleasant, can clear the heart, the kingfisher jumped in the road, to welcome the crowd coming down from the Wa Mountain, there were more than ten ascetics from the Moon Wheel Country, wearing hats and holding iron rods, the old woman with a mean look on her face was naturally Aunt Qu Nima Di, who was very senior in the Buddhist sect, still delicate like a flower, but obviously looked a lot haggard Lu Chenjia silently walked beside her and started pinyin wonderfully

And the most eye-catching thing is that in the middle of the crowd is a light chariot, which is covered like a ball, embroidered with Buddhist mantras, and painted with gorgeous Buddhist scripture story patterns, which looks solemn and gorgeous. I don't know who is sitting in the Buddha's chariot, the abbot of the Langke Temple and the Guanhai monk, the disciple of the Qishan elder, who is actually serving with a respectful face.

Looking at the black carriage next to the Tiger Leaping Stream, and Ning Que who was holding an iron bow in his hand in Chapter 63 of the Eventful Autumn of the Third Volume of the Car, Qu Ni Ma Di held the crutches in his right hand and the green tendons were faintly exposed, I don't know what kind of pain he caused, he was old, and the resentment in his eyes became more and more intense, while Lu Chenjia was indifferent, as if he didn't see Ning Que at all.

Looking at the people coming up from the mountain road, Ning Que thought to himself that if the people who came were just Qu Ni Ma Di and, there was no need for the Guanhai monk to leave his Sangsang to greet him in person, so his eyes fell on the Buddha chariot, guessing that the identity of the monk in the chariot should be extraordinary, and it might even come from the Hanging Temple.

The cultivators, seeing that the person who came was Aunt Qu Nima Di and a nymphomaniac, saluted one after another, and at the same time, like Ning Que, guessed the identity of the person in the Buddha's chariot, and actually dared to speak to the disciples of the academy in a tone of teaching.

Qu Nima Di nodded indifferently, it can be regarded as a return salute with everyone, she is one of the few people with extremely high seniority in the cultivation world, and she has developed the four characters of virtue and respect by virtue of her age, and she does not need to be cold and noisy with these younger cultivators, and her attention has always stayed on Ning Que's body, if she says that her eyes are resentful, they can turn into flying knives, and at this time, Ning Que has already been poked by her eyes and is full of blood.

Lu Chenjia was still indifferent and speechless, no matter how respectful the cultivators who came to salute silently in Chapter 63 of the previous third volume of the eventful autumn, she didn't react. It was as if for her, the world around her did not exist at all.

Probably seeing that Ning Que was still holding a bow and aiming at the yellow-clothed old monk, the rich and majestic voice came out of the Buddha again, looking extremely stern: "The soldier is ominous, you don't put it down quickly!"

Ning Que was silent for a moment, then loosened the tight bowstring as he said, and the arrows moved slightly.

No longer being targeted by the iron arrow, the yellow-clothed old monk suddenly felt that the chilling killing intent that had been enveloping him disappeared without a trace, and only then did he realize that the monk's robe was already sweaty. only then did I understand my previous fears. I couldn't help but smile slightly.

Seeing this scene, the cultivators who had been nervous all the time immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Qu Ni Ma Di looked at Ning Que and said mockingly in a hoarse and ugly voice: "The academy will only bully the soft ......."

Suddenly. Her voice came to an abrupt end with resentment and mockery.

Because the iron arrow in Ning Que's hand was actually aimed at that Buddha!

In Qu Ni Ma Di's view, the high monks in the Buddha must be able to deter the academy. She wanted to use this to humiliate Ning Que, but where did she think that Ning Que would be so tough!

She scolded sharply: "Ning Que, you are so bold!"

From hearing the crisp copper bell from the mountain road, and then hearing the rich Buddha sound, Ning Que knew that a real Buddhist master had come, and he even vaguely guessed the origin of the other party.

But so what?

"Of course, my academy likes to do such an interesting thing, but in fact, we prefer to smash the things that seem to be the hardest, regardless of the rules. Or the guys who like to pretend."

Ning Que aimed an iron arrow at the shadow of the monk in the Buddha's chariot and said: "There are so many people by the stream today, it seems that the master's realm is the highest and the means are the hardest, but I don't know if you dare to take my arrow." ”

No matter how tight the bowstring is, the iron arrow is ready to be fired, but Ning Que opened the bow this time. But it was completely different from the previous time when he targeted the yellow-clothed old monk, and an extremely powerful aura slowly released from his body.

The kingfishers, who were rejoicing under the Buddha's chariot and were intoxicated by the compassionate breath of the high monks, sensed this powerful and cold aura. Let out a few frightened chirps, flutter their wings and fly into the green bamboo and disappear.

The autumn breeze is blowing. The big green tree shook and was restless, and those dense branches and leaves were ringing, and they were affected by the aura of the iron arrow in Ning Que's hand, and hundreds of green leaves fell one after another, falling around the black carriage.

As this powerful aura appeared on Ning Que's body, the expressions of those cultivators with high realms on the mountain table suddenly changed, and Cheng Ziqing, the powerhouse of the Sword Pavilion, who knew the fate of the realm, reacted the most strongly, and his slender hands actually moved randomly unconsciously, and the void grip that was stimulated by this aura gave birth to a strong urge to draw the sword out of the sheath!

Qu Nimadi's face became extremely ugly, she vaguely guessed something, but she still couldn't believe that Ning Que, whom she hated the most, actually had such an opportunity.

Guanhai Monk knew Ning Que's temperament, and said in shock: "Thirteen Senior Brother, quickly put down the arrow, the master is the first precept of the Hanging Temple, don't act rashly!"

With these words, the audience was in an uproar, everyone was shocked, and some couldn't believe what they had heard, you must know that the unknowable place is a legend in the cultivation world, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary practitioners to see it, but today in Washan, I actually saw the disciples of the academy and the mountain behind the mountain, and then saw the people from the Hanging Temple, which is really unimaginable!

If the academy is a place where the two worlds are connected, and everyone in the world knows that it is in the south of Chang'an City, so there is still an occasional opportunity to see those worldly masters in the back mountain, then the Zhishouguan of Daomen and the Hanging Temple of Buddhism are really only in the classics and rumors, and basically no one can see them.

Everyone looked at the Buddha chariot and couldn't help but think in shock, could it be that the curtain behind the curtain is really a high monk of the Hanging Temple? This time the Yulan meeting of the Rotten Ke Temple will actually alarm so many masters from outside the world?

It was natural for people to be excited and excited, but at this time, no one walked to the front of the Buddha to salute and say goodbye like they had done when they had visited Ning Que before, because the Buddha was being targeted by an iron arrow at this time.

Hearing the words of the monk who watched the sea, Ning Que's expression did not change in the slightest, and the left hand holding the iron bow was as steady as this mountain stream that had not changed for thousands of years, calmly and attentively waiting for the reply of the person in the Buddha's chariot.

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Academy on the Hanging Temple.

Mr. Thirteen is the first seat of the House of Discipline.

These names alone were enough to shock the cultivation world, and the cultivators beside the mountain stream subconsciously suppressed the urge to exclaim, staring nervously at the room, and even the sound of breathing slowed down a lot.

How can one not be excited and nervous not to be able to witness such a battle in the mortal world, which is enough to make ordinary cultivators in the world crazy?

The mountain stream was eerily quiet, except for the mournful murmur of kingfishers in the bamboo, and the slight hoofs of the horses scattered on the grass grazing.

They were waiting for the deep voice to sound from the Buddha again.

They were looking forward to how the people from the Hanging Temple in the Buddha would face this arrow from the academy.

For a long time, there was no sound coming from the Buddha.

The autumn breeze gently blew the green leaves, and the monk of the Hanging Temple was always silent.

Ning Que asked him if he dared to take his arrow.

The monk of the Hanging Temple did not answer.

That's not daring.

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Ning Que was not surprised by the silence of the Buddha.

For ordinary cultivators in the world, the Hanging Temple is a legendary status, and there is a kind of innate awe.

But he came from the academy, and he had seen the monks of the Hanging Temple, so he treated them with a normal heart.

From the moment he heard the copper bell, he was judging the other party's cultivation realm.

He didn't know what the place of the Precept Academy was, and he didn't know what the status of the first seat of the Precept Academy was in the temple, but he was sure that the other party was definitely not the strongest person like the legendary Hanging Temple Lecture Chief.

Buddhism does not say that it practices the five realms, but it has the wonderful meaning of enlightenment.

After listening to two sentences in a row, he confirmed that this person from the Hanging Temple must be a person of great enlightenment, and if it is described as the realm of cultivation, it is at least equivalent to the realm of knowing fate.

If it was Ning Que in front of the Red Lotus Temple, facing a strong man who knew his fate, he would definitely turn around and flee.

However, in that autumn rain, he had already known his fate.

The cultivation realm of this monk of the Hanging Temple should be one line higher than that of the current prince of Longqing, but when it comes to the evil and terrifying of the exercises, and the charm and practicality of the means, I am afraid that it is not as good as Longqing.

After Ning Que entered the Knowing Destiny Realm, it was difficult for ordinary Knowing Destiny Realm cultivators to take his Yuan Thirteen Arrows without preparation, and he was silent for too long after coming to Washan, and he opened the bow twice today but never shot it, this arrow was the arrow that was full of mental state and was the most eager to be so powerful.

If Long Qing reappears here, he will no longer be able to catch his arrow.

Therefore, he was sure that the monk of the Hanging Temple in the Buddha Wheel could not catch it, so the other party naturally did not dare to take it.

Looking at the Buddha who had been silent for a long time, Ning Que smiled and said a word.

"Since you don't dare to take it, then please ask the master to continue to be silent. ”

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If you don't dare to answer, then continue to be silent.

The kingfisher hiding in the green bamboo seemed to understand Ning Que's words, and was so frightened that they didn't dare to chirp, and the horses on the grassy slope also stopped striding in fear, and the real crows were silent.

Qu Nimadi couldn't believe that she saw the picture, she actually looked a little desperate, she had always seemed to be an ignorant nymphomaniac, and she couldn't help but look at Ning Que standing on the black carriage, her eyes were extremely complicated.

There was a dead silence next to the mountain stream, and everyone in the audience was shocked in disbelief, because of Ning Que's arrogance, but also because of the strength of the academy, the iron arrow was controlled and not fired, and the monks of the Hanging Temple were forced to be silent, shocking the audience, and no one dared to respond.

"After three years of cultivation, you will enter the world and ...... How can there be such an unreasonable thing?"

Cheng Ziqing, a strong man in the Sword Pavilion of the Southern Jin Dynasty, looked at Ning Que standing in the autumn breeze on the black carriage, and muttered in a slightly astringent voice: "Senior brother, you once said that the master is as tall as several floors, but now it seems that where in the world is there a building as high as the master, and what is even more terrifying is ...... Seeing that the academy is about to build several tall buildings again. ”

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...... To be continued

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