There was a great horror between life and death. The life and death of the world were tied to one's body. The horror was unimaginable. Sangsang remained silent after hearing Ning Que's words. No one knew what she was thinking.
Ning Que reached out and touched her forehead. It was a little cold, but not as serious as when she was sick. After thinking for a while, he helped her put on the fur coat and carried her out of the black horse carriage.
The two stepped on the frozen ground of the Wilderness and walked to the Bodhi tree.
Looking around, it was barren. There were a few willows that had already withered. No one knew when the shrill cries of birds came from afar. The Bodhi tree was still green, which was very eye-catching in the Wilderness.
Ning Que and Sangsang had been studying Buddhism in the Lanke Temple for many days and had entered the Zen Sect. They could clearly feel that there was some Buddha nature left on the ground under the Bodhi tree. The Buddha nature was very little and gave people a sense of desolation.
There were a few slight dents on the ground under the Bodhi tree. The inside was as smooth as a mirror. What was amazing was that there were no leaves or dust left on the ground.
Ning Que looked at those marks and made a rough sketch in his mind. He found that they were exactly the marks that would be made when a person lay down on the ground. The small dent at the front should be the place where the elbow was used to bear the force. Then, the relatively larger ones below were the marks left by the body on the ground.
He said to Sangsang, "It is said that Buddha closed his eyes while lying on his side when he was in Nirvana. It seems that it is true."
Sangsang didn't understand why he brought her to see the Bodhi tree and the relic left by Buddha.
"Everyone who cultivates Buddhism in the world wants to come to this Bodhi tree to worship. We didn't think about it, but we came here. If there is a so-called Lucky Chance, this is our Lucky Chance."
Ning Que said, "Learning Buddhism is good for your body. Even if it can only cure the symptoms, you should continue. The Buddha nature left under the Bodhi tree should be helpful for your cultivation. "
Sangsang leaned weakly in his arms and said, "Where are we going?"
Ning Que said, "Back to the Academy, of course."
Sangsang's body shrank slightly and looked a little uneasy. She said, "But I am very worried."
Ning Que frowned slightly and asked, "What are you worried about?"
"The Academy wants to cure me, but if my illness is really a mark left by Yama, how can it be cured? I can feel that the remnant Buddha nature under this Bodhi tree is of no help to me. "
Sangsang said sadly, "Have you ever thought that if the Academy can't cure me in the end and the world is about to be destroyed because of me, what should we do then?"
After a moment of silence, Ning Que said, "I said I don't care."
Sangsang whispered, "But will the Headmaster and Senior Brothers care as much as you do?"
Ning Que was silent and didn't know how to answer. He knew clearly that his teacher and his two Senior Brothers really wanted to cure Sangsang. But if they couldn't, would they really watch the Underworld Invasion?
Sangsang looked up at him and said seriously, "Ning Que, have you ever thought about committing suicide?"
Ning Que patted her on the back and said, "If it's one of those sad stories in the books, it might end up like this. But I've already said that this is not a story in the books. I don't like reading, I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die either."
Sangsang said sadly, "But we have no future."
The Underworld Invasion represented the arrival of the Everlasting Night and the destruction of the human world. The Daughter of Yama was naturally the enemy of the whole human world. Even the Academy or the Tang Empire couldn't always stand against the whole human world. This meant that no matter how big the world was, there was no place for them.
After a long silence, Ning Que said, "I've read the" Ming "Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane and the notes left by Buddha. I know that Buddha has seen the future of the human world. That's why he built the Xuankong Temple, left the chessboard, and left the Yue laan Bell, in order to deal with the Underworld Invasion. "
Sangsang didn't understand why he said these words.
Ning Que looked at her and said, "Master Qishan once said that if you try to see the future, even if it's just a glimpse, the future will change. The Buddha saw the future back then, and he had made so many preparations. So the future he saw was naturally very different from the real future."
Sangsang said, "You mean that the future is not predestined, so we don't need to worry?"
Ning Que said, "The future is actually very similar to death. If it's predestined, then it's meaningless to worry. If it can be changed, then we don't need to worry. We just need to work hard to change it."
Sangsang said, "I see. This sentence is very reasonable."
Ning Que said, "Although I can occasionally say some very reasonable words, this sentence was not said by me, but by the Headmaster. So I firmly believe it."
Then he looked into Sangsang's eyes and said, "Maybe the whole world won't allow us to live anymore. We still have to go back to the Academy. Because if this is the last trust, of course we should leave it to the Headmaster."
A smile appeared on Sangsang's pale face and she nodded.
Ning Que smiled and said, "We may die at any time. Tomorrow may be the last day. In fact, it's not necessarily a bad thing. At least it can urge us to do many things we wanted to do before, but dared not to do."
Sangsang looked at him quietly and summoned up the courage to say, "I want to have children with you."
Ning Que was stunned and then said with a bitter smile, "It takes a long time to have children. Is there anything you want to do now?"
Sangsang asked, "What do you want to do now?"
Ning Que led her to the Bodhi tree. He took out a sharp arrowhead and carved a line of small words on the tree, which was regarded as the absolute symbol of the world by the Buddhist believers. It was sacred and inviolable.
"In the autumn of the 16th year of Tianqi era, Ning Que of the Academy came here with his wife, Sangsang, the daughter of Yama."
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The black carriage advanced alone in the cold wasteland. Because it was surrounded by boundless wilderness, the extremely fast carriage looked like it was moving slowly on a piece of black and gray paper.
Ning Que and Sangsang had lived in the Wilderness before, so they were familiar with this kind of monotony and desolation. They knew that even in the Wilderness in the north of the Central Plains, if they were unlucky, they might not see a person for ten days or half a month, let alone in the depths of the more desolate Wilderness of the West.
But he didn't expect that when the carriage was about a dozen miles away from the Bodhi tree, a person appeared in the Wilderness in front of them, and it was the kind of person he least wanted to meet now.
It was an old monk with a dark face, tattered robes, and dust all over his body.
When traveling in the world, the three kinds of people one needed to be wary of were monks, Taoist priests, and women. This Wilderness was not far from Xuankong Temple, so this old monk should have something to do with Xuankong Temple. Ning Que's expression turned serious.
Looking at the black horse carriage that slowly stopped a few hundred feet in front of him, the wrinkles on the old monk's face gradually smoothed out. The pebbles in his dark skin rustled and fell. His calm eyes revealed a compassionate expression.
The old monk chanted the name of Buddha and said, "Who would have thought that the daughter of Yama and Mr. Thirteen of the Academy would come to Xuankong Temple? No wonder the world couldn't find you no matter how hard they searched."
The voice of the old monk in the Wilderness came through the green curtain in front of the black horse carriage. Ning Que listened in silence and lowered his head to do his own preparations, but his movements paused slightly.
This was because he could tell from the old monk's words that the world had been searching for him and Sangsang for a long time. But didn't he and Sangsang just escape from Lanke Temple? Why did the whole world be alarmed?
The old monk slowly raised his right palm and put it in front of his chest with one hand. He thought of a possibility and the pity in his eyes grew stronger. He sighed and said, "It seems that Senior Brother Qishan really sent you here. Where is the chessboard?"
"If we hand over the Buddha's chessboard, will you let us go?"
Ning Que looked at the green curtain in front of him. His voice was emotionless, but his face suddenly turned pale. His body began to tremble violently, and the threads of his torn black Academy uniform became denser.
Sangsang knew that he was injured and was very worried. But she tightly pressed her lips together and did not say a word. She shrank into the corner of the carriage and covered herself with the quilt.
The old monk sighed and said, "Mr. Thirteen of the Academy is indeed as the rumors say. You are the best at fighting in the world. You know that the people of the underworld and the people of the underworld are different, but you still do not forget to disturb my mind. But …"
He stopped abruptly at this point. The old monk's expression suddenly froze. He felt two extremely sharp and powerful talisman intents. They had silently appeared in front of him and began to cut the cold autumn wind!
In the black carriage, the quilt covering Sangsang's body had many tiny holes. Looking carefully, one could see that each of the holes was actually two very tight openings, and the cotton was peeking out from the holes.
Ning Que's face was pale and his body was trembling. His fingers slowly and laboriously moved in the air in front of him, as if there was a heavy mountain hanging on his fingertips. The black Academy uniform on his body was cut into countless pieces by the overflowing talisman intents. The green curtain of the horse carriage was broken into three pieces and slowly floated down.
The old monk's expression was slightly solemn. He sat cross-legged and turned his palms in front of his chest slightly. An extremely pure and distant Buddhist aura suddenly appeared and protected his body like a light shield.
In the black horse carriage dozens of feet away.
Ning Que retracted his fingers and nocked an arrow. His index and middle fingers dug into the hard and tight bowstring and twisted slightly. Then he released it. There was a soft puff and a white turbulence burst out from the end of the iron arrow and disappeared instantly!
A dark mark appeared on the falling green curtain. The green cloth in the mark slowly dispersed and scattered into the air like pollen, revealing an extremely round arrow hole.
The green curtain was still falling and the arrow hole on it was forming. After a moment, there was a sharp hissing sound. Ning Que's figure tore the green curtain apart and jumped off the horse carriage at lightning speed. He rushed toward the old monk who was dozens of feet away!
The two extremely sharp talismans in the air of the Wilderness were naturally Ning Que's Two-Horizontal Talisman. This was his most powerful Divine Talisman. In the Lanke Temple, even Qi Nian and Ye Su could not break it in a short period of time. However, no one knew where the old sadhu with a dark complexion came from. He could actually use the Buddhist aura to temporarily resist it.
However, even so, under the terrifying cutting power of the Two-Horizontal Talisman, the old sadhu sat cross-legged and used his Buddhist aura to resist. His body, which was covered in dust and gravel, was equivalent to being bound to the ground by the Two-Horizontal Talisman.
Under such circumstances, how could the old sadhu avoid the powerful Primordial Thirteen Arrows?
The old monk knew that he could not avoid Ning Que's iron arrow. Just when he faintly sensed that the aura in the black horse carriage in the distance was a little strange, he reacted in advance.
The old monk's left palm, which had been quietly resting on his knee, suddenly shone with a golden luster. It looked like it had turned into a Buddha's palm made of pure gold!
The old monk crushed the autumn wind in an extremely short period of time. He raised his golden left palm and blocked in front of his chest at a seemingly slow speed. At this moment, the iron arrow had arrived!
The sharp arrowhead carried an incomparably powerful force and hit the old monk's golden jade-like left palm!
There was only a soft sound of impact. The old monk's golden jade-like left palm was shattered into pieces. There was no blood or flesh at the broken part. It shone with a golden luster and scattered everywhere on the Wilderness like golden sand.
The iron arrow did not stop there after shattering the old monk's golden palm. It flew diagonally upwards and pierced through the old monk's left shoulder. With a spray of blood and his entire shoulder, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the distance.
The old monk was seriously injured and his face suddenly turned pale. However, he did not reveal any expression of fear. Instead, he was extremely calm. His chest and abdomen sank slightly as he inhaled all the air in front of him. Then, he opened his dry lips slightly.
However, at this moment, Ning Que's figure had already arrived like lightning, following the arrow.
His right foot stepped heavily on the ground, shaking up the dust and ice shards. With strength from his waist and abdomen, the podao in his hand pierced into the old monk's lower abdomen. The Great Spirit entered with the podao and suddenly exploded!
There was a swooshing sound, as if a storm had suddenly broken out of the dark clouds. Under the powerful force of the podao and the Great Spirit, the old monk's body turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood, flying everywhere.
After a moment, the pieces of flesh and blood fell from the sky and landed on the hard ground of the Wilderness. There was a dense patter, as if the storm that fell from the dark clouds had finally reached the ground.
Ning Que sheathed his podao and took out a Fire Talisman from his sleeve. He threw it on the ground and then rushed back to the black horse carriage. He did not even turn to look at the flesh and the gradually rising Talisman Fire.
The black horse carriage started again and headed into the distance of the Wilderness.
The flames on the wasteland gradually grew. The flesh and blood of the old ascetic monk were burnt and then burned to ashes. A dozen black crows flew out of nowhere. They smelled the smell of the fire and screeched mournfully. They were very unwilling to give up.
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In the black horse carriage.
Sangsang asked with a pale face, "Who is it?"
"I don't know. I only know that this ascetic monk is very strong. He is definitely not an ordinary monk from the Xuankong Temple. He is at least at the level of Master Boshu. Otherwise, the Two-Horizontal Talisman would have killed him."
Ning Que directed the Big Black Horse to gallop in the southeast direction. He took the towel that Sangsang handed to him and wiped the blood on his face. After a moment of silence, he said, "If he was prepared, it would be very difficult for me to kill him."
Sangsang said, "I don't know who he is, and he is so strong. You killed him just like that?"
Ning Que carefully wiped the blood on the podao and said calmly, "Everyone in the world wants to kill us. So from now on, I will kill whoever stands in our way."
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