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Older people were always worthy of respect. This old monk had sat on the mountain of bones and said that he was atoning for his sins for decades, so he was not an old man like Quni Madi. Ning Que put his bow behind him, but did not step forward. He looked at the skinny old monk from a hundred feet away and said respectfully, "I am indeed a student of the Academy. The Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine opens in response to the Heavens, but why do you say that all the bones on the ground are your sins?"
The old monk gave a dry and weak laugh and said, "This is naturally a rather complicated story."
Every time there was an adventure in the valley, one would hear a long and wonderful story when they met a strange person. Perhaps it was because he was expecting it, Ning Que's reaction was very calm. He said softly, "Please enlighten me, senior."
The old monk was silent for a moment and said leisurely, "When Madman Ke began to travel the world on behalf of the Academy, he wore an ordinary cyan-steel sword on his waist, and no one dared to go against him. At that time, the Devil's Doctrine was still strong, arrogant, and bloodthirsty. Many innocent people were killed by the Devil's Doctrine, so naturally there was a storm when the two met. "
"That storm was extremely bloody. The powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine who ran amok in the Central Plains were all killed by Madman Ke's sword. The West-Hill Divine Palace and the righteous also took this opportunity to eradicate the Devil's Doctrine."
"Madman Ke stood on the peak of the storm, pointing at the sky and the earth with no respect in his eyes. Naturally, the old fogeys of the West-Hill Divine Palace did not like him. The Devil's Doctrine was forced into a corner by that storm, so they came up with a plan. They wanted to use the estrangement between the Academy and the Divine Hall to set up a war between them. "
"One year, during the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival in the Lanke Temple, cultivators from all the countries in the Central Plains gathered there. There were also dances, and the Devil's Doctrine massacred the front yard of the Lanke Temple. They blamed the disaster on the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall. That was the beginning of the story."
The old monk was as skinny as a ghost. When he slowly talked about the bloody events of that year, his tone and expression were as gentle as the spring breeze. In just a few words, he omitted the cruel scenes of the past.
Ning Que helped Mo Shanshan to sit against the wall. He looked at the old monk of the White Bone Mountain and thought about the old story that he had told. After a moment of silence, he said, "Framing has always been classified as crude and clumsy."
The old monk moved the corners of his drooping lips and smiled with difficulty. He looked at Ning Que with a warm gaze and said with emotion, "The Devil's Doctrine in the outside world has probably been destroyed. Even if there are remnants, they are probably like rats crossing the street. So a child like you probably doesn't know what the Devil's Doctrine looked like in the past and what kind of terrifying power it possessed."
It had been almost two years since Ning Que left the City of Wei and began to come into contact with the world of cultivation. Other than the Desolate Man he had met a few days ago, he had only met a Sword Master who cultivated in the Devil's Doctrine at the entrance of the Northern Mountain Road. In his eyes, that Sword Master was not very powerful, so naturally, he did not think that the Devil's Doctrine was very scary.
The old monk's withered eyes slowly drooped, as if recalling the arrogance of the Devil's Doctrine in the past was a kind of damage to his old and calm state of mind. Then he continued in a gentle voice, "The Devil's Doctrine's cultivation method is the art of stealing from the heavens. Those who cultivate in the Devil's Doctrine are healthy and have no Psyche Power, which is enough to avoid the prying eyes of cultivators. Back then, the people of the Devil's Doctrine used this advantage to infiltrate the countries in the Central Plains. Some of them became senior statesmen in the imperial court, and some of them became leaders of large clans in the countryside. Their power was as dense as a net. Even the Imperial Center Administration of the Tang Empire and the West-Hill Divine Palace had people from the Devil's Doctrine."
The old monk slowly raised his head and looked at him calmly. He said, "If it wasn't for the fear of the Academy and the other Unknown Places, the Devil's Doctrine would have been able to change dynasties if they had gone all out. They didn't dare to act against Heaven, but if they wanted to weave a conspiracy, how could they leave any loopholes? In fact, during the bloodbath in the Lanke Temple, the Devil's Doctrine endured the pain of losing an arm and exposed the Grand Master who had been hidden in the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall for decades. Then, no one would doubt it. "
Ning Que frowned and asked, "What does the bloodbath in the Lanke Temple have to do with the Academy and Youngest Uncle?"
The old monk sighed. His sigh was full of pity. "On the surface, the Devil's Doctrine bloodbath in the Lanke Temple during the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival was aimed at the cultivators of the righteous sects, but in fact, it was aimed at the envoys of the Tang Empire. However, the Devil's Doctrine wanted to provoke the madness of Crazy Ke, so their real target was the poor girls from the Tang Empire who only knew how to dance."
Upon hearing this, Ning Que's heart suddenly tightened. He knew from Second Brother that Mistress Jian and Youngest Uncle were old friends. At this moment, he naturally thought that these dancers were from the House of Red Sleeves. However, Mistress Jian was still alive and well. Occasionally, when she met him, she would pull his ear and lecture him. Who had died in the past?
Since the Devil's Doctrine had spared no expense to weave such a conspiracy, they naturally knew who they had to kill to make Youngest Uncle crazy enough to break into the Peach Mountain. It was just like if he returned to Lin 40th Street and suddenly saw Sangsang lying in a pool of blood. All the evidence pointed to the Imperial Palace. Then, of course, he would not hesitate to break into the palace with a knife and arrow. He would break into the Imperial Study to tear the painting of "Blooming on the Opposite Shore" and then chop His Majesty into 365 pieces …
"But Youngest Uncle did not break into the Peach Mountain. Instead, he destroyed the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine with a single sword."
Ning Que looked at the skinny old monk in the Bone Mountain and asked in confusion, "What went wrong with the Devil's Doctrine's arrangement?"
The old monk was silent for a long time. Then, he laughed. His old and ugly smile hid a very complicated meaning. There were some emotions, some shock, some bitterness, and some pride.
"There was nothing wrong with the Devil's Doctrine's arrangement. At that time, the whole world thought that the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall had massacred the Lanke Temple. Although they could not understand it, when the Lanke Temple Elder who lived in seclusion behind the Wa Mountain was forced to come out and said that the murderers were all from the West-Hill, no one doubted it anymore."
The old monk looked at him quietly and said, "But Ke Haoran did not believe it."
Ning Que was puzzled and asked, "Why didn't Youngest Uncle believe it?"
The old monk said, "Crazy Ke is not so easy to fool."
Ning Que was startled and shook his head. He said, "This reason is equivalent to no reason at all."
The old monk sighed and said, "Back then, I once asked him the same question."
Ning Que listened carefully.
The old monk smiled and said, "At that time, in this room, he said, 'How can I be so easy to fool?'"
There was a moment of silence.
"And then?"
Ning Que asked. He thought that every story should have a beginning and an end.
The old monk was slightly surprised and asked, "The story after that … does the world still not know?"
Ning Que said, "The storyteller is different, so the content of the story will also change."
"This story has a very simple ending."
The old monk's voice became even weaker. He said, "The Devil's Doctrine's methods could not fool Crazy Ke, so he naturally went to the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. At that time, the Devil's Doctrine Grandmaster thought highly of himself. There were many powerhouses in the Devil's Doctrine, but he was not too afraid. He thought that if you came, he would kill you. Crazy Ke naturally did not want to be killed by them, so he killed them all. "
He did not want to be killed by them, so he killed them all.
It was a very simple narration, a very simple story, but it was a shocking past that had been buried in the dust of history. The simpler it was, the more shocking it was. After a few decades, only this old monk who was as skinny as a ghost and the countless skeletons that filled the main hall of the Devil's Doctrine could prove what had happened here in the past.
Ning Que looked at the old monk's sunken eyes and said, "Then why do you want to atone for your sins? What does this have to do with you?"
The old monk raised his thin arms. The monk's robe on his arms was ragged, and his fingers slightly spread to form a Mudra. The joints under the skin of his ten fingers could be seen horribly, like a pair of skeletal hands reaching out from the underworld. However, the Mudra formed by the skeletal hands faintly released a warm aura that calmed one's heart. It was as compassionate as two white lotuses that had descended from Haotian.
The aura between the skeletal hands and the white lotus Mudra was unusually strong and condensed, but it did not have the slightest lethality. As the aura was gradually released, a layer of extremely warm luster suddenly appeared on the surface of the skeletal bodies around the old monk, as if they were about to come to life.
Ning Que stared at the two pairs of skeletal hands in front of the old monk's abdomen. He felt the aura and was shocked speechless. The power that the old monk displayed was too profound and unpredictable. It was the most powerful state that he had ever seen in his life.
Mo Shanshan sat leaning against the wall and looked at the white lotus Mudra formed by the old monk's skeletal hands. She suddenly thought of a sentence that her teacher had mentioned when she was young, and could not help but look surprised.
"In the west, there was a lotus that fell into the world. It had 32 petals, and each petal was different. Each petal was a world."
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"Atonement. Naturally, it was because this sin was mine."
"Because there was never any conspiracy of the Devil's Doctrine. This conspiracy was also mine."
"I've known that the Priest of the Judicial Department is from the Devil's Doctrine for many years. I also know what they want to do, but I didn't do anything. I sat on the cold black chair, holding my chin, and quietly watched them do this. Then I was ready to find the right time to tell Ke Haoran."
"However, I still underestimated Ke Haoran. He did not need me to take out the evidence that I had carefully preserved. He knew that this was done by the Devil's Doctrine. This was good. So, I still sat quietly on the black and cold chair, holding my chin, and quietly waited for the arrival of the last moment."
The old monk, who was as skinny as a ghost, sat among the piles of corpses. His skeletal hands formed the White Lotus Mudra, and his eyes were gentle and compassionate.
Ning Que widened his eyes and 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. He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky. The iron chain that passed through his abdomen moved and made a crisp sound. The pain returned to his skinny face.
The old monk looked at the sky. His deep-set eyes were still warm. The white lotus petals formed by his skeletal hands bloomed.
"Back then, I wanted to destroy the Devil's Doctrine. I wanted Ke Haoran to die. However, I did not expect that he would still be alive after I spent half of my life and effort to turn the entire Devil's Doctrine into a monstrous storm."
"As for who I am?"
The old monk retracted his gaze and looked at the two of them. He said gently, "I am the Priest of Judgment."
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"Divine Lord Lotus?"
An incredulous voice suddenly sounded from the back of the room.
The Tao Addict, Ye Hongyu, who was dressed in rags, had arrived. She looked at the Mudra formed by the skinny monk in the middle of the Mountain of Bones. Her face was filled with disbelief and fanatical joy.
Mo Shanshan almost shouted at the same time, "Master Lotus?"
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