Yu Lian continued, "He had another adventure after coming to the South Sea. Although no one knows the details, the Headmaster once sighed with emotion when he saw Pipi when he was still a child."
Ning Que was slightly stunned and said, "The Great Divine Priest of Light who disappeared in the South Sea six hundred years ago?"
Yu Lian said, "Yes. I always think he has gained a lot from this."
Ning Que looked at the stones in front of the South Gate and kept silent for a long time. He still felt a little unwilling and asked, "Senior Brother and Senior Sister together, can't we defeat him?"
"The Headmaster once said that life is a cultivation."
Yu Lian said, "Sometimes, cultivation depends on time. He's lived longer than my senior brother and I, so he's naturally stronger than us. Although my senior brother is talented, he's too gentle. Even if he learned how to fight, he'd still be no match for him."
She did not comment on herself, which was also a tacit agreement. Ning Que also thought of a very troublesome and crucial problem. Third Sister was still injured, and it might be a very serious injury.
The Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace was a powerhouse beyond the Five States. Although she was the most mysterious and powerful Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation, she had to pay a price to defeat that person.
In the current situation, the only thing that could defeat the Abbey Dean of the Zhishou Abbey was the God-stunning Array.
Ning Que turned around and walked into the city gate, continuing his journey to solve the problem.
As time went by, the Qi of Heaven and Earth in Chang 'an became more and more stagnant because of the Stone Array Tactics outside the South Gate. Especially the dark line between life and death, it was very blocked.
Ning Que walked on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, walking in the blocked Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Countless refugees who evacuated into Chang 'an were arranged by the imperial court and the market place to live in various residences. There were few pedestrians on the long street, and most of the shops and restaurants along the street were closed. The street was no longer bustling with people. The cold winter wind blew back and forth in the street, making it particularly deserted.
The Great Blockage Formation outside the South Gate played a very small role. Although it could block the Abbey Dean, it was confirmed that it was impossible to break through the blocked God-stunning Array in a short time. Then where could he mobilize so much Qi of Heaven and Earth to repair the God-stunning Array?
This problem had been bothering him for a long time. He had not slept or rested for several days and nights, racking his brains. Occasionally, he would feel something and even have a specific idea, but he could not find a way to implement it.
"How can those illusory auras turn into real power?"
Ning Que looked at the Vermilion Bird painting in the middle of the street and asked.
The Vermilion Bird did not reply because it did not know either.
Ning Que turned around and continued walking. He thought of the steamed bun shop he had seen on the shore of Yanming Lake that morning, the hot mist on the bluestone, and the realization he had at that time. His mood became more and more depressed.
He vaguely understood what he had to do, but he did not know how to do it.
He saw hope in front of him, but he didn't know how to grasp it. He saw the other shore, but there was no boat, so his worries grew.
He walked out of a quiet alley and suddenly heard the sound of reading coming from behind the wall.
Some private tutor was lecturing the students on the laws of the Tang Empire.
Judging from their voices, the students were still very young. Their clear and childish voices recited the complicated laws of the Tang Empire. Their voices were uneven, but they were very focused. It was interesting and touching.
Seeing that the country was about to fall and the family was about to perish, the sounds of reading could still be heard in the streets.
He could still hear the laws of the Tang Empire.
This calmness was very touching and even awe-inspiring.
Because there was a kind of power in this calmness.
Ning Que stood outside the wall and quietly listened to the sound of reading. He listened for a long time.
This was the aura of the human world. But how to make this power tangible?
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The Southern Gate Temple in front of the imperial palace was very quiet.
Because of the tampering of the edict and He Mingchi, the attitude of the imperial court of the Tang Empire towards the Southern Gate Temple had changed greatly. There were many people hiding outside the Taoist temple, and it was very chilling.
Ning Que walked up the stairs and entered the Southern Gate Temple.
The Taoists in the Taoist temple saw him and could not help but be shocked. Then they came forward and bowed.
He was the disciple of Master Yan Se, and the Taoists in the Southern Gate Temple called him Senior Brother.
Ning Que waved his hand and motioned for the crowd to ignore him.
He walked into the quiet Taoist temple alone and stood under the wall. He looked at the stories in the scriptures and the mythical legends, and kept silent for a long time.
Religion was best at turning the aura of the human world into real power.
This was also the so-called Power of Faith.
Although the Power of Faith of Haotian Taoism was used to pray to Haotian and connect the Heaven and the Earth to the divine man, which was completely opposite to what he wanted to do now, he wanted to see if he could get some kind of inspiration.
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Ning Que walked around Chang 'an, just like that summer when he first understood talisman.
So he came to Wanyan Tower again and climbed up the Wanyan Tower.
Standing by the small window at the top of the tower and looking at the quiet Chang 'an City, he asked, "Can people's thoughts really be transformed into concrete power? If so, how do we go through it? "
"Thoughts themselves have no power, but once they are displayed, they may show some kind of power. Just like His Majesty's imperial edict, if it is only a thought in the mind, it will have no effect. Only when he says it out or writes it on paper will his thoughts have any effect."
Master Huang Yang walked to his side and looked at the last flock of autumn geese gradually flying south. He said, "If the way you asked about is equivalent to a method, then language is a method, and writing is also a method."
Ning Que asked, "What about faith?"
Master Huang Yang said, "Faith itself has no power. It needs a specific direction. When countless people's faith is concentrated in that direction, the power will be reflected in that direction."
"Buddha strictly forbids his disciples from setting up idols because of this."
Master Huang Yang looked at him and continued, "Your Master Yan Se once said that everyone's thoughts are actually a talisman, but they are too weak to be felt. When everyone writes a talisman at the same time, this talisman may appear, or even become great."
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Ning Que understood something.
It was really possible to find a way to summon the power of the human world that could compete with Heaven and Earth. If he could find that power, he could unblock the God-stunning Array.
He came to the south bank of Yanming Lake and sat among the frosty grass. He stretched his fingers into the air and copied a few inscriptions. When he calmed down, he began to write and began to look for that word.
Having entered the Knowing Destiny State, any word he wrote was a talisman. Writing was writing talisman. The word he was looking for was actually a talisman.
The sun gradually moved west and then fell below the city wall. Night came.
He sat by the lake and continued to write talisman. He searched for the word and the talisman.
Hundreds of words.
Thousands of words.
Finally, there was only one word left.
That word was formed by two straight lines.
It was the only Divine Talisman he knew: the Two-Horizontal Talisman.
He kept writing the Two-Horizontal Talisman until he was exhausted. His eyes brightened and dimmed, then brightened and dimmed again, and finally became numb.
After an unknown amount of time, he stopped writing.
He looked at the courtyard across the Yanming Lake in a daze.
At this moment, a snowflake drifted down and landed on his body.
He thought of the snow that year.
He thought of the battle on the snow lake.
Sangsang held the big black umbrella and stood in the wind and snow, singing to the snow lake.
If Sangsang was still there, if the big black umbrella and iron arrows were still there, he was really confident that even if he could not unblock Chang 'an City, he could use the God-stunning Array to kill that man.
However, Sangsang was already dead.
The courtyard across the lake had no lights for many days.
The people sent by the imperial court to the Sishui River reported that the big black horse and carriage had disappeared.
He had to find the word that could mobilize the power of the human world.
The snowflakes continued to fall.
A few eyelashes fluttered down.
His face was pale, but his cheeks were flushed, which looked extremely unhealthy.
He looked calm, but in fact, he was extremely anxious and tired.
He could not find the word, and he could not write the talisman.
Master Yan Se spent his whole life to find the talisman, let alone him.
Ning Que sighed. A white mist.
He raised his finger, continued to write, and continued to search.
He wrote in the white mist, in the falling snow, and on the ground that was gradually covered with snow.
Because of fatigue and nervousness, his hand trembled more and more severely.
The two strokes of the Two-Horizontal Talisman sometimes became a little crooked.
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It snowed in Chang 'an City.
This was the first snow in the 18th year of Tianqi. The first snow.
The night gradually faded, and the morning came.
The streets and eaves of the city were covered with white snow, and it was very clean.
Last night, the wind came from the north, and the south of the city was quiet.
Because there was no cold wind, the southern city wall was covered with a light layer of snow.
It looked like a white curtain.
Suddenly.
There was a footprint in the thin snow on the city wall.
It was about a hundred feet from the ground. The goshawk could build its nest, but people could not.
But there was one more footprint.
After a moment.
Another footprint appeared in the thin snow on the city wall hundreds of feet away.
Then, a pair of footprints appeared behind it.
The two footprints belonged to two people.
The winter eagle was awakened by the footsteps on the city wall.
It looked into the distant sky warily.
The footprints of the two people were clearly on the city wall.
But it looked into the sky.
On the endless city wall of Chang 'an.
The footprints of the two people appeared from time to time.
No one could be seen.
Only footprints could be seen.
It was like the traces left by immortals in the human world.
The footprints gradually reached the south gate.
In the light snowflakes, a touch of indigo appeared.
The Abbey Dean of the Zhishou Abbey appeared outside the south gate.
A Taoist Sword was carried on his back.
He had not slept for seven days, and he had traveled tens of thousands of miles between mountains and rivers, but he was still refreshed.
Suddenly, a wooden stick appeared in the snow.
The wooden stick was very short.
Very hard.
The wooden stick hit the back of the Abbey Dean's head.
The Abbey Dean waved his sword.
The sword and the wooden stick met.
There was a loud sound.
The sound was melodious and loud.
The sound was loud.
Chang 'an City woke up.
The bell in the city rang loudly.
Maybe it was because of the sound of the bell.
Or because of the collision between the sword and the wooden stick.
Or because of that person.
The thin snow on the southern city wall, which was more than ten miles long, rustled down.
It revealed the black color of the city wall.
There was a lot of snow under the city wall.
Like a falling curtain, it piled up in one place.
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(I like the last scene very much. It would be beautiful if it was made into a movie. Roll call. This chapter is almost over. I hope it can return to normal as soon as possible. Now you can scold me all you want. I also want to scold the days when it takes six hours to write a chapter.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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