The words on the stele were deeply etched into the stone, with the sharpness left by the tip of a sword.
Ning Que looked at the row of words on the stele and slowly raised his eyebrows. He did not express any emotion and just looked at it silently for a long time. Then he left without saying a word, avoiding the scattered white bones at his feet to look at the side.
He walked around the wordless stele a few times and finally went back to the front of the stele. He looked up at the stele again and raised his eyebrows as if they were about to fly up. He pointed at the words on the stele and said with a smile, "My Youngest Uncle wrote it."
Mo Shanshan had once heard from her teacher that the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine was destroyed by a senior sublime being. However, for some reason, the name of the sublime being did not spread. She had once guessed that it might be the senior of the Academy who disappeared after a glimpse of the world, but there was no evidence.
This time, when she came to the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine in the Wilderness, she saw Ning Que's strange expression along the way, especially when he knelt in the Stone Array Tactics. This made her even more certain of her guess. Now that she finally got the confirmation from Ning Que, she still felt a little shocked and speechless. How powerful was the senior who destroyed the Devil's Doctrine with a single sword?
She slightly frowned and pursed her thin red lips into a line. After a moment of silence, she looked at Ning Que's frowning eyebrows and relaxed expression and said softly, "You seem to be very proud."
Ning Que nodded honestly. In order to resolve the mental impact brought by the stele inscription, he had looked around and found that the remaining aura of the dead powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine was still strong. In particular, the white bones seemed to be harder than ordinary steel. He could not help but be shocked that so many powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine were as vulnerable as the spring snow in front of Youngest Uncle's Haoran Sword. From this, one could imagine how terrifying Youngest Uncle's state was back then.
In the back of the mountain of the Academy, Ning Que had already known that Youngest Uncle was definitely the world's most ferocious person through the indirect reaction of Second Brother and others. However, he still did not expect Youngest Uncle to be so ferocious. Could it be that when he broke through the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, he had already surpassed the Five States and achieved the King's Way of the Sage?
As a disciple of the Second floor of the Academy, there was no reason for him not to feel proud to have such a Youngest Uncle.
However, pride could not be eaten. Ning Que and Mo Shanshan had come to the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine through untold hardships for the "Ming" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane and the aura left by Youngest Uncle. After standing in front of the stone tablet and silently observing and thinking for a while, they continued to walk into the hall. He felt that Youngest Uncle's aura was in the hall behind the stone tablet.
The main hall of the Devil's Doctrine was still grand and majestic. The seemingly simple structure of the stone beams was painted with complicated oil paintings, which naturally gave it a sense of sacredness. There were hundreds of stone statues on both sides of the wide passageway. They were carved with strange gods and devils that were rarely seen in the countries of the Central Plains.
The passageway gradually became deeper and deeper, but it was still dry without a trace of moisture. Fortunately, when the Desolate Man built this place, the design of ventilation and daylighting was particularly exquisite. Ning Que and Zhou Botong could still see things with their eyes after walking hundreds of steps inside.
As they went deeper into the main hall of the Devil's Doctrine, the aura that moved Ning Que became stronger and stronger, gradually becoming a kind of real existence. He looked ahead silently, not knowing what he would see later. Whether it was the "Ming" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane or the secret of the Devil's Doctrine, no matter which one it was, he only hoped that he would not see what he did not want to see.
There were also more and more corpses in the passageway. At the turn, the bones even piled up and formed a small hill. Ning Que supported Mo Shanshan as they walked. Looking at the increasingly deep sword marks on the wall, he could not help but feel his heart palpitate as he imagined the bloody battle that had happened here in the past.
At the end of the passageway of the main hall of the Devil's Doctrine was a very ordinary room. This room should have been very spacious, but now a small hill of bones and dried corpses occupied the center of the room, making it extremely narrow and crowded.
"How many people died back then?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the pile of bones and corpses in front of her and subconsciously sighed softly. Her little hands were a little cold, and her voice was also a little shaky. As the core disciple of the Divine Hall's Master of Calligrapher, she had never liked or sympathized with the Devil's Doctrine. However, today, even she could not bear to think about the despair of the Devil's Doctrine back then.
Ning Que looked at the small hill of bones and said after a moment of silence, "I also do not know why Youngest Uncle wanted to destroy the Devil's Doctrine back then, but I think he must have his own reasons and reasons."
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the pile of bones.
"Many times in the world, there are many things that actually do not need a reason or a reason. Because those reasons and reasons, if you look at it from another perspective, are often delusional. Now there are countless explanations as to why he did what he did back then, but the truth is that he came that year and did what he did. "
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This room originally only had the silent pile of bones and the silent sword marks on the stone walls. It was so quiet that it seemed as if it did not belong to the human world. Therefore, the voice that suddenly sounded was very faint but very clear.
This voice was very soft and very weak, with a sense of neutrality and peace. However, in the ears of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, not only was it very clear, but it was more like a thunder, which had nothing to do with the quiet environment.
The verdant valley had disappeared from the depths of the vast Tianqi Mountains for decades. The Daming Lake had disappeared for decades. The Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine had also been isolated from the world for decades. According to the knowledge and speculation of the world, this place had long become a ruin and it was impossible for there to be any life. This was also what the two saw. There were only white bones and sword marks in the past. Who would have thought that there was actually someone alive here!
Ning Que was shocked speechless. He pulled Mo Shanshan behind him as fast as he could, and then he pulled his bow and arrow, aiming at the pile of bones with his most powerful weapon.
Looking carefully, he found that there was a person in the pile of bones.
The person was very old, so old that his hair and teeth were all gone. Only two strands of extremely long white eyebrows were fluttering on his face, almost reaching his shriveled chest. The person was wearing an extremely old monk's robe, which had long been tattered, hanging in front of his body like his eyebrows.
The person was very thin, so thin that his chest and abdomen were sunken, and his limbs were as thin as firewood. There was no muscle or fat on his body, and his craggy bones were wrapped in a thin layer of skin. In particular, his deep eye sockets looked like two terrifying black holes. However, the gaze from the eye sockets was so compassionate and warm.
Except for the thin and tight skin that had lost its elasticity and luster, the old monk was no different from the bones around him. Therefore, it was very difficult to find him sitting in the pile of bones.
There were two very thin iron chains that pierced through the old monk's broken drum like abdomen, and the other end was nailed to the hard wall behind him. The blood from decades ago had already turned black, smeared on the threads of the monk's robe.
This scene was very strange, and the old monk in the scene was very terrifying.
Ning Que's fingers trembled slightly, and he almost let go of the bowstring and shot an arrow. Mo Shanshan covered her mouth tightly, and almost screamed out loud, if not for the compassionate and warm gaze of the skinny and terrifying old monk.
"Who are you?"
Ning Que pulled the bowstring tightly, and aimed at the old monk in the pile of bones as he asked nervously.
This was the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, which had been isolated from the world for decades. It was really hard to understand the sudden appearance of such an old monk. This old monk was so skinny, and yet he was still alive. This was beyond the scope of ordinary people's thinking. And anything that was beyond common sense and incomprehensible usually contained great danger.
"Who am I?"
The old monk slowly raised his head, and the iron chains that pierced through his abdomen clanked. Perhaps it was because of the pain in his body, a trace of pain appeared on his skinny face. The gaze in his deep eyes was still warm, but with a sense of loss and reminiscence.
After a long time, a trace of understanding suddenly appeared in the old monk's eyes. He moved the paper-like skin at the corner of his lips, and revealed a trace of an ugly smile. He said, "I am a person who has bound myself."
"I made a huge mistake in the past, and it was a lifelong regret. So I used iron chains to bind myself here, and swore to use the rest of my life to release these dead souls from purgatory. I hope to atone for my sins."
The iron chains pierced through his body, and the slightest movement of the old monk would cause him to reveal traces of pain. But his weak voice and gaze were still so calm and compassionate, like a spring breeze.
Ning Que looked at the old monk who was as skinny as a ghost, and asked blankly, "Atone for what sins?"
The iron chains clanked again. The skinny old monk smiled at the white skeletal corpses around him. He stretched out his finger with difficulty, and slowly stroked the edge of a white leg bone in front of him. He said, "To atone for the sins of murder."
"The sins of murder?"
The old monk looked at him and said calmly, "I entered Buddhism at the age of 20, and then became a Buddha. I thought that I was compassionate, and would release all living beings from purgatory with the Light of Buddha. Who would have thought that there would be a ground full of white bones because of me? This is my sin of murder."
Ning Que understood the words, but he did not understand them. The Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine was full of white bones. Legend had it that they were the souls of Youngest Uncle's sword. Looking at the sword marks and the row of words on the wordless stele, the truth should not be far from the legend. Why did this skinny old monk say that this was his sin of murder?
"You … know my Youngest Uncle?" he asked.
The old monk looked at the two of them like an elder looking at his juniors. He asked gently, "If Crazy Ke is your Youngest Uncle, then you are the disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy. Then who is this little girl?"
Ning Que and Mo Shanshan felt the kindness and trust of the other party, and even felt a touch of warmth from being pampered. They subconsciously revealed their identities.
The old monk sighed softly and said, "I thought that I would spend the rest of my life in the long atonement day and would never see anyone again. I never thought that I would meet an old friend again. So, the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine is open?"
Then he looked at Ning Que and said in confusion, "You are this generation's World Wayfarer of the Academy? It seems that you have just entered the Seethrough state ten days ago. How can your state be so low? Is the Academy getting worse with each generation? "
Then, the old monk looked at Mo Shanshan and said with a sigh, "Sitting on the Bone Mountain, I don't hear the morning drum and evening bell, and I don't know how many years have passed. I feel that I have only slept for a while, and now I have a successor."
Ning Que knew that he was the worst World Wayfarer in the history of the Academy, and he was embarrassed to be pointed out by the old monk. But he thought that this old monk had been sitting at the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine for decades, called Youngest Uncle Crazy Ke, and called the Sage of Calligrapher Young King. He must be a Secluded Sublime Being.
But who was this skinny old monk?
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