Nightfall

The third volume of eventful autumn Chapter IX Who will come to cover the next night?

It turned out to be what Uncle Xiao said. Ning Que, the latest chapter of the church, looked at the last faint light in the city of Chang'an in the distance, and remained silent for a long time. He asked, "Teacher, do you really have to go to Lanke Temple?"

The Master said: "It's up to you. But if you don't go to this experience, you can't answer the doubts in your heart, and you can't answer it as a teacher, and I always think that the trip to the Lanke Temple is your chance."

Ning Que asked: "What kind of opportunity is it?"

"I was a person who didn't believe in chance." Confucius said: "However, after seeing many things over the years, I gradually feel that my opinion is too stubborn and I have some new understanding. Opportunity is not destined to happen in heaven. Things, but some people living in this world, because the ideas in their hearts, even if they are occasionally moved, begin to affect the surrounding environment and the crowd, and ultimately affect the other party far away. "

"Until you meet, those thoughts in your heart will be converted into actual stories, and then when you go back to the beginning of the event, you will often find that what you finally get is what you think, which is probably the chance."

The master continued: "Sang Sang's illness may be able to heal itself, but it is better to look at the young monk at the Lanke Temple. You inherited your little uncle's mantle, and eventually you still need to learn some dharma to dilute To be angry, you have to understand whether you are the son of Pluto, and you should go and see what is going on with the Lan Lan Festival. You need to do this, that is chance. "

Ning Que distractedly said, "It's like what monks say they don't understand."

The Master said: "In the future, listen to the monks and talk about it and you will understand."

"Is it dangerous?"

"Walking will be killed by the carriage."

"Teacher, I assume you are the default."

"Where do I recognize?"

Ning Que withdrew his gaze to look at Chang'an City in the middle of the night, looked down at his knees, and said, "If even the teacher thinks it is dangerous, what should I do with Sangsang?"

The Master said with a smile: "" Without three days and three nights, simmer, how can the Buddha jump the wall? Not going through ... "

Ning Que raised his hand to beg for mercy, and said in pain: "The words that Uncle Xiao said, I have heard that my ears are about to start cocooning. You don't need to change the teacher's side. (" Net ")"

The Master said, "Go check it out. I just don't see it."

Ning Que sighed and said, "The world is wonderful."

Confucius said differently: "It was so good."

"Where is it good?"

"There are rhymes."

"I just feel bored."

The wind was blowing tonight, the gentleness between the cliffs, but Ning Que's mood was not easy, and the expression asked sadly: "Teacher, you are a man of great ability, can't you see the future picture?"

The Master said: "The end of the practice is time. Although I live longer than ordinary people, I regret that I am not old enough to have experienced the last underworld invasion and did not see what happened before the last night came. It is for this reason that I failed to fully understand the plain script. I do n’t know how this story will develop, and you are now a character in this story, so I do n’t know what will happen to you in the future. Changes, but I hope that will be good. "

Ning Que asked: "Is there anyone else who experienced the last underworld invasion?"

In the past, he did not believe that practitioners could live for tens of thousands of years. However, as he entered the academy and became more knowledgeable, he began to think about whether there is such a thing as eternal life in the world.

The Master said: "I know that two people have experienced the last night of last night."

Ning Que didn't expect that it really existed and asked in surprise: "What kind of person is it?"

The master thought of something, and the expression on his face became a little more complicated. He said indifferently: "A drunkard, a butcher ... But they ignore the world and are afraid that they are not human."

Ning Que remembered the strange dreams he had once again. 《Net》 m

In one dream, there was a drunkard and a butcher. The two men stood beside him and stared at him. In another dream, the master grabbed a drink from the drunkard and took a drink from the butcher. He grabbed a pig on his back and chewed on his hind legs. Did the Confucius say those two people?

Ning Que was shocked and speechless, and said, "Teacher, you really don't want to hear my dream?"

The Master looked at him with a smile and said, "Don't you understand? That is your own dream after all."

At this point in the conversation, Ning Que finally understood what the teacher meant.

Any story needs to be advanced to know the subsequent development. Any picture needs to be seen with your own eyes to know what color, whether you are a son of Pluto, what will happen in the future, you need to walk in the story and then choose, In other words, I am the author.

The Master drifted away.

On the dark cliff, only Ning was left alone, looking at the night dome and the flowing clouds. He remembered what Master Liansheng said to himself before he died, and frowned.

"You are already enchanted. If you want to repair the demon, you must first repair the Buddha. Then please bravely go to the night. Although you have no chance of success, you may die on the road, but I still bless you and curse you. "

He silently repeated this sentence, and then stood up, waved a greeting to the night that occupied his entire field of vision, and said: "If you are really Pluto, if I am really your son, then please remember to be a teacher When you live with me, you must cover me. "

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Xiling, on the peach hill in the spring, the black ruling temple exudes a cruel smell, the space inside the hall is extremely wide, hundreds of priests dressed in red robes and deacons in black kneels on the smooth and flat ground, looks It was like a red flower in the night was printed on the ground.

The priests and deacons have been kneeling for a long time, and their knees have been painful, but no one dared to get up, or even no one dared to raise their heads. They looked down at their reflection on the smooth floor of the temple and saw the humble expression on their faces. , And even they themselves cannot understand why they are so humble. A fear from the deepest makes their bodies stiff, so this night red flower on the ground becomes a little turbulent, and they ca n’t feel any beauty, only people can make you feel secluded. A cold and **** breath came across.

This has been the case for the Xingling Temple Ruling Division for countless years. The people inside deal with horrible punishments all day long, and believe in the principle of the strong, so no one is strange to this atmosphere.

Ruling that there was no change in the temple, it was still so empty and cold, and the blood-stained jade **** seat was still there, but the bead curtain in front of the seat was broken into earth powder in the battle of the previous days, and no longer. Unable to repair, he was eventually swept into the garbage dump by miscellaneous workers, and he had no idea where he had gone.

That bead curtain has existed in the Temple of Judgment for many years, adding a lot of mysterious and terrifying atmosphere to the powerful man on the constellation. People have become accustomed to the existence of that bead curtain, and now they have to get used to it. Because the powerful man on the throne is dead.

It is a young and beautiful girl who is sitting on the Moyu **** seat. Of course, in the eyes of all the subordinates of the ruling division, the girl ’s body now has a certain divinity, because there is no direct conception, so there is no concept of beauty in the world. , She represents powerful and terrifying.

After a long time, Ye Hongyu sat on the Moyu God seat and remained silent. There was no expression on his face. The calm was extremely extreme, so he was extremely cold.

She did n’t speak, and there was no voice in the whole ruling shrine. All the deacons of the priests knelt on the ground, did n’t dare to look up, or even dared to guess anything. Some timid people ’s teeth were scared, but they found it It was so clear that I was almost scared and almost fainted.

Ye Hongyu looked at the people kneeling in front of him and listened to the breathing of people's nervous and frightened memories, recalling the things he had seen and experienced in the past years, and a faint ridicule emerged from the picturesque eyebrows. I hate emotions, and I can even see some feelings of exhaustion.

A priest came in from the side of the temple and knelt down to the Moyu Divine Respectfully to salute.

Ye Hongyu waved her hand somewhat annoyingly.

The priest opened the thick dossier and watched the people kneeling in front of the throne with fear, and expressionlessly chanted: "The benevolent and majestic Haotian has guided people out of the dark wasteland, and the apostle holding a sword is breaking the ancient river. The residual ice in the road stood before the campfire and announced to the people ... "

Just like the change of dynasty in the dunya, the inheritance of the Judgment Godhead will often set off a **** storm. With the indifferent voice of the priest, 14 red robe priests and black deacon were dragged out of the temple The sound of axe or crying from time to time outside the hall.

These fourteen priests and deacons, as former strong supporters of the ruling of the throne, some of them must die, and may have to live to continue their dedication for the Xiling Temple. The deceased people are rather fortunate, because the living people will regret the rest of their lives. Dao Chi will be so stupid when he loses power.

The voice of the priest echoed in the empty Temple of Adjudication. As the name was revealed, the subordinates of the Adjudication Division kneeling on the ground became more and more frightened, and no one knew if they would click their own name, Only the temple cavalry leaders in black gold armor kneeling in the middle appeared calmer.

The temple cavalry commander is directly under the jurisdiction of the adjudication division, but since the death of the prince Longqing the previous year, the personnel and punishment power of the temple cavalry was transferred to the hands of the enemies of the guardian commander Roque. Moreover, these leaders believe that in this war of ruling the temple, although they are not respectful to the current Lord of the Gods, they are not the priests who only know the chanting of the canon and have no power to restrain the chicken, but they have the power of the cave realm. By.

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However, to the surprise of everyone in the temple, the priest's gaze finally fell on the gorgeous black gold armor of these cavalry commanders, and slowly read their names.

"Purple ink."

"Yuan Jun."

"Liu Xiao."

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Listening to their names, the temple cavalry commanders could not restrain their fears and dazes, and they all looked up to the side of the Moyu God seat, but they found that the girl sitting on the seat supported her jaw and closed her eyes. It seems to have fallen asleep.

The cavalry leader named Zi Mo was the most qualified and strongest in the field. He looked at his face in horror, but he didn't know how to be a good colleague. He shook his head, slowly stood up, flicked his knees, and looked at the girl in the constellation slowly asked, "Why?"