The elder is high, and he is always worthy of respect, this old monk has been sitting on the bone mountain for decades, and he is not an old man such as Qu Ni Ma Ti, Ning Que closed the bow behind him, but did not step forward, looking at the thin old monk from a distance of more than ten zhang, and said with a respectful expression: "The junior is indeed a student of the academy, and the mountain gate of the Demon Sect is opened in response to the time of day, but I don't know why the senior wants to say that the bones all over the ground are your sins?"

The old monk laughed weakly twice and said, "This is naturally a rather complicated story. Whenever there is an adventure in the valley and encounters a strange person, he will always hear a wonderful story from a long time ago, perhaps because he has anticipation in his heart, Ning Que's reaction is very calm, and he said softly: "Please also ask the seniors to teach you." ”

The old monk was silent for a moment, and then leisurely recalled: "Back then, the madman began to walk the world on behalf of the academy, wearing an ordinary green steel stroke on his waist, and no one in the world dared to sage his edge. At that time, the power of the Demon Sect was still strong, the behavior was arrogant, bloodthirsty, and I don't know how many innocent people were brutally killed by the people of the Demon Sect, and the encounter between the two was naturally a storm. ”

"That storm was extremely bloody and huge, and the powerhouses of the Demon Sect that were rampant in the Central Plains were all killed under the sword of the madman, and the Xiling Temple and the righteous colleagues also took this opportunity to eradicate the power of the Demon Sect. ”

"Ke madman, this person is standing in the peak of the wind and rain and pointing to the heavens and the earth, there is no awe in his eyes, and those old old-fashioned people in the Xiling Temple will naturally not like him. The Demon Sect was forced to suffer by that storm, so he figured out a way, wanting to take advantage of the gap between the academy and the temple to set up a game to provoke a war between the two sides. ”

"In a certain year, the Rotten Ke Temple Yu Lan Festival Conference, the cultivators of the Central Plains countries gathered in the middle of it, and there was a Shao dance, and the Demon Sect was convenient to wash the front lawn of the Rotten Ke Temple at this time, but this was the beginning of the story. ”

The old monk was as thin as a ghost, and when the bloody and bloody events of the year came slowly, his tone and expression were like a spring breeze, and the cruel pictures in the past were omitted in just a few words.

Ning Que helped Mo Shanshan to sit down against the wall, looked at the old monk of White Bone Mountain, thought about the long-term story told by the other party, and said after a moment of silence: "Blame this and the means have always been classified as crude and clumsy. ”

The old monk pulled the corners of his drooping lips and smiled with difficulty, looked at him with warm and shining eyes, and said with emotion: "The Demon Sect outside is extinct even if there are remnants, I am afraid that it will be like a mouse crossing the street, so a child like you probably doesn't know what the Demon Sect was like back then and what terrifying power it had." ”

Ning Que left Weicheng and began to contact the world of cultivation for nearly two years, except for the desolate people he met a few days ago, he had only met a master who practiced the exercises of the Demon Sect at the entrance of the Beishan Dao, and now the sword master in his eyes was not powerful, and naturally he didn't think that the Demon Sect was so terrifying.

The old monk's eyes slowly drooped like withered leaves, as if recalling the arrogance of the Demon Sect back then, which was a damage to his old and calm state of mind, and then he continued to say in harmony: "The Demon Sect Gong is a technique of stealing the sky, and the human body that practices the Demon Gong is healthy and long-lived, and there is no fluctuation of mental power, which is enough to avoid the prying eyes of the cultivators. ”

The old monk slowly raised his head, looked at him calmly and said, "If it weren't for the jealous academy and other unknowable places, once the Demon Sect was fully launched, it would be enough to change the dynasty. They don't dare to do things against the sky, but if they want to weave a pound...... In fact, when the bloody Ke Temple was washed, the Demon Sect endured the pain of a broken arm, exposing the Great Priest who had been hidden in the Divine Temple's adjudication division for decades, and no one would not believe it. ”

Ning Que frowned and asked, "What does the blood wash Ke Temple have to do with the academy and the junior uncle?"

The old monk sighed, and his sigh was full of compassion: "The Demon Sect washed the Rotten Ke Temple on the Yu Lan Festival, ostensibly targeting the cultivators of the righteous path sects, but in fact targeting the envoys of the Tang Kingdom, but the Demon Sect wanted to provoke the madness of the Ke madman, so their real targets were those poor women from the Tang Kingdom who only knew how to dance and dance. ”

Hearing this, Ning Que's mood suddenly tightened, he knew from the second senior brother that the Jian family had an old relationship with the junior uncle, and at this time he naturally thought that these dancing girls were from the red sleeves of the year?

Back then, the Demon Sect did not hesitate to weave such a conspiracy at such a big price, and naturally knew very well who would kill the little uncle to go straight to Taoshan regardless of a single qiē, which was like if he returned to Forty Alleys and suddenly saw Sang Sang lying in a pool of blood, and all the evidence pointed to the palace, then of course he would not hesitate to take a knife and carry an arrow to the palace gate, break into the imperial study, tear the flower on the other side, and then cut the emperor's shoes into three hundred and sixty-five pieces......

"But Uncle Xiao didn't break into Peach Mountain, but destroyed the Demon Sect Mountain Gate in a single moment. ”

Ning Que looked at the thin old monk in the Bone Mountain, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with the layout of the Demon Sect?"

The old monk was silent for a long time, and then laughed, the ugly smile of the old tea man hid a very complicated meaning, some emotion, some shock, some bitterness, and some pride.

"There was nothing wrong with the arrangement of the Demon Sect, at that time, the whole world thought that the temple ruled that the blood of the Rotten Temple had washed the Rotten Temple, although it was incomprehensible, but when the elders of the Rotten Ke Temple, who lived in seclusion in the back ridge of Washan, were forced to go out of the customs and identified those murderers as all from Xiling, no one doubted it anymore. ”

The old monk looked at him quietly and said, "But Ke Haoran doesn't believe it. ”

Ning Que was puzzled and asked, "Why doesn't Uncle Xiao believe it?"

The old monk said: "Ke madman, where is this and people so easy to deceive." ”

Ning Que was stunned, shook his head and said, "This reason is equal to nothing." ”

The old monk said with emotion: "I used to ask him the same question back then. ”

Ning Que listened carefully.

The old monk smiled and said, "I was in this room at the time, and he said: Where am I so easy to deceive someone?"

There was a moment of silence.

"And then?"

Ning Que asked, thinking that every story should have a then and a last.

The old monk asked slightly, "The story behind ...... Don't the world know it today?"

Ning Que said: "The storyteller is different, and the content of the story will also change. ”

"This story has a very simple ending. ”

The old monk's voice became even weaker, and he said, "The Demon Sect's methods failed to deceive the madman, so he naturally went to the Demon Sect's mountain gate. At that time, the sect master of the Demon Sect thought very highly of himself, and the Demon Sect was full of strong people, and he was not too afraid, thinking that if you came, he would kill you...... Naturally, the madman didn't want to be killed by them, so he killed them all. ”

He didn't want to be killed by them, so he killed them all.

It's a very simple narrative, it's a very simple story, but it's a shocking past that has been annihilated in the dust of history, the simpler it is, the more terrifying it is, after decades, only this old monk who is as thin as a ghost, and the endless bones that fill the main hall of the Demon Sect, can still prove what happened here back then.

Ning Que looked at the old monk's sunken eyes: "Then why do you want to atone for your sins, what does this matter have to do with you?"

The old monk raised his arms like thin branches...... The monk's clothes on his arms were ragged, his fingers were slightly opened and knotted with a handprint, and the bones under the skin of the ten fingers were terrifyingly visible, like a pair of bony hands poking out from the underworld, but the handprints made by the bone hands faintly released a warm breath that made people feel calm, and the mercy was like two white lotus flowers descending from the sky.

The breath between the white lotus handprints of the bone hand was extremely powerful and pure condensation, but there was no lethality at all, and as the breath gradually released, the surface of the white bone corpse around the old monk suddenly gave birth to a layer of extremely warm luster, as if it was about to come back to life.

Ning Que stared at the two pairs of bone hands in front of the old monk's abdomen, feeling the breath, shocked and speechless, the strength realm displayed by the old monk was too high and unfathomable, and it was actually the most powerful he had ever seen in his life.

Moshan Mountain sat against the wall, looking at the white lotus-like handprints formed by the old monk's wizened hands, and suddenly remembered a sentence that he had heard the teacher mention when he was a child, and he couldn't help but show surprise.

"There is a lotus in the West that falls into the world and grows thirty-two petals...... The valves are different, each for the world. ”

"Atonement...... Naturally, because the sin is mine. ”

"Because there has never been any conspiracy of the Demon Sect, and this conspiracy is also mine. ”

"The Ruling Division is a member of the Demon Sect, I knew it many years ago, and I also knew what they wanted to do, and I didn't do anything...... I sat in the black, cold chair, with my chin propped up, quietly watching them finish the thing, and then preparing to find a suitable time to sue Sù Ke Haoran. ”

"But I still underestimated Ke Haoran after all, I didn't need to show the carefully preserved evidence, he knew that this matter was done by the Demon Sect, which was good, so I still sat quietly on the black and cold chair, supported my chin, and quietly waited for the last moment to come. ”

The old monk, who is as thin as a ghost, sits between the corpses of the bone mountain, with a white lotus mark on his bones and hands, and his eyes are gentle and compassionate.

Ning Que's eyes widened, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you, what did you want to do back then?"

This was the second time the old monk had heard this question, and he slowly looked up at the sky, and the iron chain that passed through his abdomen was moved, making a crisp sound, and the pain returned to his thin ghost-like face.

The old monk's deep eyes looking at the sky were still warm, and the white lotus petals formed by bones and hands bloomed.

"Back then, I wanted to destroy the Demon Sect, I wanted Ke Haoran to die, but I didn't expect that it took me half of my life to turn the entire Demon Sect into a monstrous storm and shoot it at him, but he still didn't die.

"As for who I am?"

The old monk retracted his gaze, looked at the two of them and said gently, "I am the verdict." ”

"Lotus Shrine?"

An incredulous voice rang out from the back of the room.

Ye Hongyu, a ragged Taoist idiot, came here at some point, and she looked at the handprints formed by the hands of the thin monk in the bone mountain, and her face was full of incredulity and fanatical joy.

Mo Shanshan shouted in surprise almost at the same time: "Master Liansheng?"