Chapter 24 of the fifth volume of the stroke of genius to read

Many years ago, after the master returned to Chang'an City from his travels, he imprisoned Ning Que in a cave on the cliff of the back mountain. During that long period of imprisonment, in order to break through the barrier, Ning Que realized a lot of things, including the lack of Haoran Qi. So he thought that this cliff was nothing to him.

But he forgot about the eye-touching array on the cliff, in addition to perceiving the cultivator's mental fluctuations and the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, he can also feel the peeping gaze, as long as someone goes to see the cliff, the cliff will enter that person's eyes, and what is even more amazing is that even if you close your eyes and don't look at it, as long as you want to see, and you don't have the idea of looking at the cliff completely in your consciousness, this cliff will still think that you are looking at it, and it will be like a collapsed mountain, directly into your eyes, and then into your mind, setting off countless giants*.

Ning Que's eyes were instantly stabbed by tens of thousands of sharp Dao swords, the pain was incomparable, and his face became extremely pale, and then the ocean of consciousness was hit by the cliff, setting off stormy waves and unbearable pain.

This pain was so intense that even if he was as strong-willed as he was, he couldn't bear it at all, and as soon as it was dark in front of him, he let go of his fingers and fell down the cliff.

There is a night mist under the cliff, and under the clouds is an abyss, and no one knows what the gloomy ground has no light all year round, and the most important thing is that it is too high.

No matter how strong the body of the Demon Sect cultivator is, it is impossible to completely ignore the power of the earth, the queen mother jumped from the head of Chang'an City, and passed away, even if Yu Curtain is the twenty-three year cicada of the Demon Sect Master, after falling from the blue sky, his leg bones are shattered, Ning Que is at the height of the cliff at this time, and there is not much difference from the sky, if he falls into the abyss like this, he will inevitably be shocked to death by the earth.

His body rubbed against the cliff, making a rustling sound, the cool night wind whistled in his ears, and the speed of his fall became faster and faster, the situation was extremely dangerous, and death was under him.

In the process of falling, Ning Que remembered a lot of things—not those sweet or sour memories, but those cultivation skills he had learned—and he wanted to find a way to stay away from death.

However, both the academy and the Demon Sect's exercises need to be motivated, and once he does it, the Eye-Touching Array on the cliff will continue to attack him, and it is impossible for him to endure that kind of pain and climb the cliff.

No matter how you look at it, it seems impossible, and how can you control the body without thoughts?

Anyway, his eyes were closed, his eyes were still painful, he simply opened his eyes, if he really wanted to die, he had to watch the world die. He stared at the cliff face in front of him, and he didn't have any despair in his heart, but laughed at himself because of the arrival of death.

The cliff face was not smooth, but there were not too many stone crevices, and the lines gradually turned into blurred patches of color as they swept in front of his eyes at high speed, as if they were about to flutter in the night breeze.

Ning Que felt as if he had seen such a picture somewhere, those clothes swaying in the breeze, those soft lines, were also carved in stone.

He remembered that they were those stone statues of Venerable Figures in the Buddha Hall under the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda in Chang'an City.

There are also several stone statues of Venerable Ones in the side hall of the Rotten Ke Temple.

His eyes were slightly bright, and the hands that had been clinging to the cliff suddenly became more gentle, not the same as before, but the gentleness that was close to nothingness.

In the midst of the fall, in the howling night wind, he suddenly folded his hands, his right index finger slightly bent in the air, and his left index finger landed on the back of his right palm, forming a handprint.

Such a gentle pair of hands, looking at the shape of the hand, can not grasp the handprint of the cliff wall at all, but it gives birth to an extremely magical effect. His descent came to an abrupt halt, and he suddenly stopped between the cliffs.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, but in fact, it was only an instant, and he slipped down the cliff for more than ten feet, and his feet seemed to be stepping on the clouds and mist covering the stone windows.

In that year, in the ancient temple of Langke, he watched the statue of the Venerable Stone in the autumn rain for a night, and comprehended the four true mudras of Buddhism "fearless", "meditation", "demon subduation" and "recitation".

After that, he used it several times in battles with the powerhouses of the Buddha Sect, and he never used it again, because compared to Haoran Qi and the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, the True Mudra of the Buddha Sect was not so powerful.

It wasn't until tonight that he was facing the danger of life and death on the cliff that he remembered.

His body hovered between the cliffs, and he felt that in the clouds and mist below him, some very strange aura was swimming slowly, and his sea of consciousness was still stirring a violent giant*.

Without any hesitation, he closed his eyes again, and at the same time spread out his hands, calmed his mind, knotted "meditation" with his right hand, knotted "to read" with his right hand, and gently fell on the cliff, no longer looking at everything in the world, not thinking about everything in the world, completely forgetting the world and forgetting the world, and only relying on the thought that came to his mind at the beginning, he began to climb upward.

He entered the absolute emptiness, and even he had forgotten about himself and the existence of the cliff, and naturally he didn't know that he was climbing on the cliff, so he slowly moved upwards like an ignorant leaf.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally climbed to the top of the cliff.

The hands with the mudra fell on the flattened ground and fell apart on their own, and he opened his eyes and woke up

When I came over, I found that I had stood on the cliff floor, looking back at the dark cliff abyss, my originally quiet face gradually became pale, and my clothes were suddenly wet with cold sweat.

He has encountered countless dangers and life and death tests in his life, but today's encounter between the cliffs of Peach Mountain still makes him feel extremely frightened, the process of climbing the cliff seems simple, and he doesn't even have any memory in his consciousness, but if he hadn't learned the two sects of Buddhism and Demons, he was afraid that he would have fallen to death a long time ago, and it can even be said that if he was replaced by another strong person in the realm of knowing fate, he would definitely fall to his death under this cliff.

He paid enough attention to the Xiling Temple, and thought that he had made sufficient preparations, until he actually entered Taoshan, he knew that he still underestimated the 10,000-year-old heritage of the Daomen.

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This is the lowest cliff flat in Momoyama, inhabited by ordinary priests and deacons, as well as the cavalry of the Xiling Temple, and the stables of war horses are also here. Ning Que took advantage of the cover of the night to come to the stable, and did not release his mental power to deter those war horses who woke up, but did not hide the bloody breath of killing countless horses with the suppression of the big black horses back then, which directly made those war horses dare not make any sound.

He stood on the east side of the stable, because the imperial court in the Xiling Temple, it was here that he found the small half pot of leftover big ballast porridge, and if he wanted to find the fool, he could only wait here.

After a long time, there was no sound, and the warhorses who woke up looked at him puzzled while chewing the night grass, wondering who this guy was waiting for?

Ning Que was not anxious, stood in the stable and waited quietly, until the night clouds gradually dispersed, the moonlight fell, and then waited until the morning light was about to appear on the horizon, and then he was sure that he would probably not be able to wait tonight.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed some dirt around his neck, sprinkled it into the straw at the east end of the stable, and then, under the disgusting gaze of the war horses, he walked to the cliff level, and before the first light of heaven fell on the temple, he formed the true handprint of Buddhism, returned to the clouds and mist along the cliff, and swept back into the peach blossoms of the mountain.

That night, he continued his adventure to climb the cliff, and waited all night at the stable, but still did not wait for the unscrupulous thing to appear.

The next night he went back, still disappointed.

The third night was still disappointing.

By the fourth night, he was already very familiar with the eye-touching array on the cliff, and his mastery of the true mudra of Buddhism had become more and more exquisite, and the night journey that once seemed extremely dangerous had now become a very ordinary process. So when he walked to the east end of the stable, he was even in the mood to hum a tune lightly.

It was the tune that the old man at the sweet potato shop in the town hummed.

Then he saw a big black horse on the straw piled at the east end of the stable, and he looked very funny with his back rubbing the straw on all fours, and he laughed.

The big black horse smelled a familiar smell, rolled on the spot and stood up, looked over vigilantly, his eyes suddenly widened, and he stiffened as if he had forgotten which hoof to take first.

Ning Que walked over, hugged its neck, touched its mane, and patted it vigorously.

The big black horse grinned, rolled his thick lips, and bumped him on the head.

Ning Que let go of his hand, brushed off the straw on his back, and said, "Where did you learn these pickling habits, you are not the donkey of the little uncle." ”

The big black horse thought to himself, his ideal is to become the owner of the wasteland like the donkey uncle, he originally wanted to be the second master, who would have thought that he would become a prisoner horse of the Xiling Temple.

Thinking of the tragic experience of these days, it wanted to scream twice, but it didn't dare, so it could only open its big watery eyes and look at Ning Que, looking extremely aggrieved.

Ning Que sighed, touched its head, and said, "I know that she has changed, it's not the reason for her, if you bear with it, I'll see if I can change her back." ”

Hearing this, the big black horse's love was a little better, and then he didn't know what to think of, and blinked desperately, as if he wanted Ning Que to be more ruthless when the time came.

Ning Que leaned into its ear and told him his plan.

The big black horse's eyes were bright when he listened, and he nodded again and again, thinking that he really deserved to be his real master, and he could come up with such a shameless way to splash, although the hostess is too powerful now, even if you are shameless, you can only fail in the end, but it is also very refreshing to think about it in your mind.

After the discussion, Ning Que and the big dark horse made an appointment for the next meeting, and they parted for the time being.

He walked back to the cliff and went down the cliff, now his Buddhist true mudra has been completed, climbing on the cliff, he can be slightly distracted after meditation, and casually glance at the top of Peach Mountain.

This glance carried the Zen sense of reciting it, so he was not worried about triggering the cliff formation. However, if he forgot to read the word "go", he could still give a second explanation—not the one that was removed.

So when his gaze fell on the dark temple of light at the top of the peak, he could no longer suppress his longing for someone, obviously there was nothing there, but he felt that he saw her.

At the same time, he felt a gaze fall on him.

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(The announcement made last night is in the front, students who haven't seen it can go and take a look, and there is a chapter to try to write before half past two.) (To be continued)