Ning Que knew why the old monk suddenly praised the Academy. It was because the Academy dared to accept someone like him, which required an unimaginable breadth of mind and an attitude of tolerance. Such an Academy deserved everyone's admiration.
He said proudly, "The Academy wins in this world."
The old monk said mockingly, "But the Academy will eventually become a ruin."
Ning Que said, "Everything in the world is like that, but at least the Academy will not become a ruin because of your curse."
The old monk looked at this young man who was seriously injured but still proud and confident, as if he was looking at his friend from many years ago. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "How many years has it been since Ke Haoran died?"
Ning Que was startled and shook his head. "I don't know."
"I told him that Haoran Sword had entered the Devil's Way, but he did not care. I warned him that if he continued to be so proud, he would be punished by Haotian one day, but he still did not care. Now he must have turned into ashes and scattered across every stream and every mountain in the world. I wonder if he is still so proud now, hahahaha … "
The old monk lowered his head and laughed like a madman. A turbid old tear squeezed out from the corner of his eye.
Ning Que said, "Youngest Uncle should be proud even if he died."
The old monk raised his head, looked at him, and said coldly, "But he died in front of me, so I won."
Ning Que said mockingly, "Some people die, but he is still alive. Some people live, but he is already dead."
The old monk sighed and said, "What a sharp-tongued young man."
"Will I succeed next time?"
Ning Que suddenly asked sincerely. His body was still trembling slightly under the cotton clothes. Although this method was very exhausting, it was the only way to maintain mobility under the terrifying mental control of the other party.
The old monk looked at him and said sincerely, "There will not be a next time."
Ning Que said, "You are indeed the most powerful existence I can imagine. But you, who have been imprisoned for decades, are just a king who has been reduced to dust. I, who am young and strong, am a fierce tiger who has just come down from the mountain. The Confinement's isolation of the Qi of Heaven and Earth does not affect me. I am used to doing things with my strength. There is no reason for you to recover faster than me."
The old monk smiled and said, "You are indeed sharp-tongued. Unfortunately, I am so old that I have no teeth."
With that, he lowered his head and bit down hard on Ye Hongyu's bare shoulder.
Ye Hongyu raised her eyebrows but refused to lower her head. She stubbornly watched as the old monk chewed on her flesh. It was as if she wanted to engrave this scene in her mind and never forget it even in the Underworld.
The old monk did not have any teeth, so he used his gums to chew. It was extremely difficult, like an old toothless lion trying to tear apart a doe with tough skin and flesh. Blood kept dripping from the corner of his old lips.
After a while, the old monk looked up at Ning Que and said with a smile, "You want to waste time, so do I. After digesting the first bite, the second bite will be absorbed faster. You don't have to struggle anymore. You can calmly welcome death. That will be more joyful. After I reincarnate the three of you into my stomach and recover my power, I will destroy this Confinement and leave the mountain. This world will be mine, and it will also be yours."
Because of the flesh and blood in his mouth, the old monk's voice was a little muffled. But it was still as warm as spring water. His wrinkled lips and chin were dripping with blood, but his smile seemed to be plated with a layer of Buddha's light. The mountain of bones and the sea of corpses on his body were like a holy lotus seat, overflowing with clear light. Such an image of the Buddha and the Devil was extremely terrifying.
Ning Que knew what he said was true. He thought about all the ways to save his life, but could not find a way to break out of the current crisis. Whether it was the bag that Master Yan Se left for him, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows or the talisman on the podao, they all needed to be connected with nature to exert their true power. He could not help but think of death in silence.
He stared at the old monk and said firmly, "Even if you can get out, this world will not be yours."
The old monk recalled the green robe and said with a smile, "I have already connected with Tao and the Devil. Why should I be afraid of the laws of the world?"
Ning Que shook his head and said, "There is still the Headmaster of the Academy."
The old monk was silent for a moment and said, "The Headmaster of the Academy will die eventually. People in the Academy are too proud, and the more proud they are, the more likely they will die. This is the fate of the Headmaster of the Academy and the fate of the Academy. It cannot be changed."
Ning Que frowned slightly and said, "Crazy words."
The old monk suddenly asked, "Who is the Empress of the Tang Empire in Chang 'an? How many generals in the Peak state of Martial Arts have appeared in recent years? Has the Devil Dance appeared again? Ke Haoran was punished by Heaven. Did the Headmaster of the Headmaster of the Peach Mountain? Eh, something is not right. This little girl said that she is the Grand Master of the Judicial Department. Has the Divine Hall not been destroyed? "
When Ke Haoran was punished by Heaven and the Headmaster of the Academy went to the Peach Mountain, he thought that the Divine Hall on the Peach Mountain would naturally be destroyed. Now that he was sure that the West-Hill Divine Palace still existed, he could not help but feel confused. He believed that his plan would not have any loopholes.
Ning Que did not know how to answer these questions. It seemed like a crazy question, but there seemed to be a lot of history hidden in it. There were many secrets hidden in the dust.
"Before the Front Gate was destroyed, I arranged many things. I arranged for the Saintess to go south. I believe that she will do what I asked her to do. I arranged for many disciples to go south. I believe that one of them will do what I asked. "
The old monk looked at him and smiled. His smile was full of confidence and even dominance.
"The Enlightenment Doctrine was already rotten. I don't feel sorry for it even if it was destroyed by Ke Haoran. I would rather create a new Devil's Doctrine on top of the ruins. The new Devil's Doctrine will be rooted in the fertile land of the Tang Empire. Once it is reborn, it will definitely be a new existence."
"I believe that these arrangements of mine should be gradually working after such a long time. Then I just need to wait quietly for the Headmaster of the Academy to die. Then who do you think this world will belong to?"
Ning Que felt cold all over. He thought to himself, "Are there countless powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine hiding in Chang 'an today? And these people all listened to his arrangements to go south? " If this person was allowed to escape from the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, how much trouble would there be in the world?
"But you should have thought that Youngest Uncle would kill you at that time. Once you die, what's the point of hiding so many backups and arrangements in the Central Plains?"
The old monk looked at him with slight mockery, like the snow on the peak looking at the insects in summer. He said, "Even if I die, these arrangements of the past still exist. You mortals never seem to understand that the meaning of a person's life and death is not important. What's important is whether we can change this old world and usher in a new world. Then, we can gather the power of the new world to change some rules. If I can do this, what can I do even if I die?"
Ning Que asked, "What rules?"
The old monk replied, "The rules of Tao."
Ning Que asked, "What if … you can't change it even after planning for your whole life?"
The old monk replied with a smile, "At least I've tried."
Ning Que frowned and said, "You're willing to let the whole world die just for your attempt?"
The old monk said calmly, "What does the destruction of the world have to do with me?"
This was probably the source of pleasure for a schemer. Ning Que thought silently in his heart. He was extremely impressed by the old monk's careful planning in this life, but he was also extremely afraid of it. Because a madman was always difficult to defeat.
At this moment, the world famous Master Lotus was a complete madman in Ning Que's eyes. He could not understand what he was saying at all. Even if he could understand a little, he would not know which words were true and which were false. He could not even determine what kind of person he was.
This old monk was sometimes as innocent and pure as a newborn baby, sometimes as mean and hot-tempered as a shrewish woman in the market, sometimes as hot-blooded as a young scholar in the capital, sometimes as heroic as a young swordsman holding a sword to fight against injustice, sometimes as compassionate and compassionate as a Bhadanta of Buddhism, and sometimes as cruel and indifferent as a demon.
No matter which image it was, it was incomparably real and there was not a single trace of falsehood. His various appearances were different, but they all came from his heart. It was so pure that it made one's heart palpitate. It was just like the saying, "If you want to become a Buddha, then become a Buddha. If you want to become a demon, then become a demon." They were all true Buddhas and true demons looking at the world with pity or indifference.
He was simple but fickle, lonely and weak, complicated and annoying, sometimes jealous and sometimes sinister, fond of competing and occasionally complaining, selfish and boring but perverted and adventurous, fond of sophistry and fantasy, kind and loving but vengeful and tyrannical. He was proud when he was glorious, sad when he was dull, contradictory and hypocritical, joyful but painful, great but insignificant. (Note)
Lotus had thirty-two petals, each with different petals.
It was hard to imagine that a person's personality and thoughts could be so complicated.
Ning Que thought coldly, could it be that this person actually had thirty-two personalities?
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After the old monk finished speaking, he calmly closed his eyes and began to use the secret method of the Devil's Doctrine, Tao Tie, to digest and absorb the Tao Addict's flesh and blood into his primordial Qi.
Ning Que's voice echoed in the quiet room, but no one answered him now. These voices seemed monotonous and uneasy, even faintly revealing a sense of despair.
"There is no devil in the world, but when there are more people like you, there will be a devil."
"No matter what role you play, you will be a devil."
"Lotus has thirty-two petals, each of which is dirty."
"When Taoism and Devil are connected, they will become gods, but they can also become crazy."
No matter what Ning Que said, the old monk in the White Bone Mountain did not respond. He had spent so much effort to come up with these seemingly philosophical words, but they were all wasted in the dry air. He could not anger the other party, and it was even more impossible for the other party to have some loopholes in his mind because of these words.
Ning Que weakly rested his head on Mo Shanshan's shoulder and looked at the bluestones on the roof. He knew that after the old monk had completely digested and absorbed the second mouthful of flesh and blood that was filled with the aura of Haotian Taoism, his state would recover to a level that he could not reach. At that time, there would be no way to change the fate of death. His gaze became a little dim.
The light in the room of the Devil's Hall was getting dimmer and dimmer. It was probably night time in the world outside the mountain, and the temperature was getting lower.
He looked up at the mottled sword marks on the roof and the stone walls. Those were the sword marks left by Youngest Uncle, the sword marks that formed a Confinement that had trapped Lotus 32 for decades. He sighed softly in his heart.
It was just a casual glance. He did not deliberately control his state of mind. It was probably because he had become used to using the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong in the old library. The dense sword marks naturally separated in his vision and gradually became clear.
Ning Que's gaze stayed on those sword marks for a long time. His state of mind followed the marks and gradually developed a certain feeling. This feeling was very obscure, difficult to grasp, and difficult to distinguish, but his body warmed up because of it.
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(Note: The thirty-two words of Lotus 32 are all from the lyrics of a song, Dou Wei's Advanced Animal. Also, I would like to clarify that the main problem with the slow development of the plot is the slow updating. I have been writing seriously and attentively, sleeping in the afternoon and thinking about the manuscript. But the updating is indeed a problem, and I am thinking about how to solve it. Maybe it will explode, or maybe I will not use this name for the time being. Although it is indeed entering the Devil, please look forward to it.
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