Many years ago, when the Headmaster of the Academy returned to Chang 'an from his travels, he locked Ning Que in a cliff cave in the back of the mountain. During that long period of imprisonment, Ning Que learned many things in order to break through, including restraining the Great Spirit. That was why he thought that this cliff was nothing to him.
But he forgot that the Shocking Array on the precipice could not only sense the fluctuation of the cultivator's Psyche Power and the change of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, but it could also sense the peeping eyes. As long as someone looked at the precipice, the precipice would enter that person's eyes. What was more amazing was that even if you closed your eyes and did not look at it, as long as you thought about looking at it, and did not completely suppress the idea of looking at the precipice in your consciousness, the precipice would still think that you were looking at it. It would be like a collapsing mountain, directly crashing into your eyes and then into your brain, setting off countless huge waves.
Ning Que's eyes were instantly pierced by tens of thousands of sharp Taoist Swords. He was in extreme pain and his face became extremely pale. Then the ocean of his consciousness was hit by the cliff, setting off turbulent waves.
The pain was so intense that even a strong-willed person like him could not bear it. His eyes darkened and he loosened his fingers, falling down the cliff.
The cliff was shrouded in night fog. Below the clouds was a bottomless abyss. No one knew what was on the gloomy ground that never saw daylight all year round. The most important thing was that it was too high.
No matter how strong the cultivators of the Devil's Doctrine were, they could not completely ignore the power of the earth. The Empress had died after jumping off the city wall of Chang 'an. Even Yu Lian, the Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine, had broken all the bones in her legs after falling from the sky. The cliff Ning Que was at was not much different from the sky. If he fell into the abyss like this, he would definitely be shocked to death by the earth.
His body rubbed against the cliff, making a rustling sound. The cool night wind whistled past his ears. He fell faster and faster. The situation was extremely dangerous, and death was right below him.
While falling, Ning Que thought of many things — not those sweet or sour memories, but the cultivation skills he had learned. He wanted to find a way to stay away from death.
However, the cultivation methods of the Academy and the Devil's Doctrine required him to use his Psyche. Once he used his Psyche, the Shocking Array on the cliff would continue to attack him. He could not bear the pain and climb up the cliff.
How could he not be moved, but still act accordingly? No matter how he looked at it, this seemed impossible. How could he control his body without thinking?
In any case, his eyes still hurt even with his eyes closed, so he simply opened them. If he was really going to die, he would watch the world die. He stared at the rapidly ascending cliff in front of him. He did not feel any despair in his heart. Instead, he laughed at himself because of the arrival of death.
The surface of the precipice wasn't smooth, but it didn't have many cracks either. As he passed by at high speed, the lines gradually turned into blurry blocks of color, as if they were about to flutter in the night wind.
Ning Que felt that he had seen such a scene before. The clothes swaying in the breeze and the soft lines were also carved on the stone.
He remembered that they were the stone statues of venerables in the temple under the Wanyan Tower in Chang 'an.
There were also the stone statues of Venerables in the side hall of the Lanke Temple.
His eyes brightened slightly, and his hands that had been pressed against the cliff suddenly became gentler. It was not the gentleness of before, but a gentleness that was close to nothingness.
As he fell, in the whistling night wind, he suddenly put his hands together. His right index finger bent slightly in the air, and his left index finger fell on the back of his right palm, forming a Mudra.
Such a gentle pair of hands, looking at the shape of his hands, could not grasp the Mudra on the cliff, but it produced an extremely magical effect. His falling momentum suddenly stopped, and he suddenly stopped between the precipices.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact, it was only a moment. He slid down more than a hundred feet along the precipice, and his feet seemed to step on the clouds that covered the stone windows.
Years ago in the Lanke Temple, he had watched the stone statues of Venerables for a night in the autumn rain and understood the Buddhist Sect's four Emblematic Gestures of "Fearlessness", "Dhyana", "Exorcism", and "Dispelling Thoughts".
After that, he had used it several times when fighting against the powerhouses of the Buddhism Sect, because compared to the Great Spirit and the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, the Emblematic Gestures of the Buddhism Sect were not as powerful.
It was not until tonight when he was facing the danger of life and death on the precipice that he remembered it.
His body was suspended between the precipice, and he felt that there was a very strange aura slowly swimming in the clouds below him. His sense of perception was still constantly stirring up violent waves.
Without any hesitation, he closed his eyes again, and at the same time spread out his hands that were put together. He calmed his mind, and his right hand formed the "Dhyana", and his right hand formed the "Dispelling Thoughts". He gently landed on the precipice, no longer looking at anything in the world, and no longer thinking about anything in the world. He completely forgot himself and heaven and earth, and only started to climb up based on the first thought that was reflected in his mind.
He entered into an absolute emptiness, and had even forgotten the existence of himself and the precipice. Naturally, he did not know that he was climbing up the precipice. Like an ignorant leaf, he slowly moved up.
After an unknown period of time, he finally climbed to the top of the precipice.
His hands fell on the flattened ground and automatically dissipated. He opened his eyes and found himself standing on the cliff plateau. Looking back at the gloomy abyss, his calm face gradually turned pale, and his clothes were suddenly soaked in cold sweat.
He had encountered countless dangers and tests of life and death in his life, but today's encounter on the precipice of Peach Mountain still terrified him. The process of climbing the precipice seemed simple, and he did not even have any memory of it in his consciousness. However, if he had not learned from the Buddhism Sect and the Devil's Doctrine, he would have fallen to his death. It could even be said that if it were any other powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State, he would definitely fall to his death under this precipice.
He paid enough attention to the Divine Halls of West-Hill, and thought that he had made sufficient preparations. However, when he entered Peach Mountain, he realized that he had underestimated the ten thousand years of Taoism.
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This was the lowest cliff plateau of Peach Mountain, where ordinary divine priests, deacons, and cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill lived. The warhorses' stables were also here. Under the cover of the night, Ning Que came to the side of the stables. He did not release his Psyche Power to frighten the awakened warhorses. Instead, he did what he did to the Big Black Horse years ago. He did not hide the bloody aura of killing countless horses, so that the warhorses did not dare to make any sound.
He stood on the east side of the stables, because the imperial court's spies in the Divine Halls of West-Hill had found a small pot of leftover porridge here. If they wanted to find that idiot, they could only wait here.
After a long time, there was still no sound. The awakened warhorses chewed the night grass and looked at him confusedly, wondering who he was waiting for.
Ning Que was not anxious. He stood in the stables and waited quietly until the clouds gradually dispersed, the moonlight fell, and the morning light appeared on the horizon. Then he was sure that he would not be able to wait for that night.
He rubbed some dirt on his neck and sprinkled it into the straw on the east side of the stables. Then, under the disgusted gaze of the warhorses, he walked to the cliff plateau. Before the first light fell on the Divine Halls, he made the Emblematic Gesture of Buddhism and went back to the clouds along the precipice, back to the peach blossoms all over the mountain.
That night, he continued his adventure of climbing the precipice. He also waited at the stables for a whole night, but still did not see the idiot.
He went again the next night, but was still disappointed.
He was still disappointed on the third night.
By the fourth night, he had become very familiar with the Shocking Array on the precipice, and his mastery of the Emblematic Gesture of Buddhism had become more exquisite. The night journey that used to be extremely dangerous had now become a very common process. Therefore, when he walked to the east side of the stables, he even had the mood to gently hum a few songs.
It was the song that the old man from the sweet potato shop in the small town hummed.
Then, he saw a Big Black Horse on the pile of straw on the east side of the stables, its four hooves in the air, and its back kept rubbing against the straw. It looked extremely funny, and he laughed.
The Big Black Horse smelled a familiar smell. It rolled on the ground and stood up. It looked over vigilantly, and its eyes suddenly widened. It was so stiff that it seemed to have forgotten which hoof to step first.
Ning Que walked over, hugged its neck, stroked its mane, and patted it hard.
The Big Black Horse opened its mouth, rolled its thick lips, and bumped his head.
Ning Que let go of his hand and brushed the straw off its back. He said, "Where did you learn these dirty habits? You are not Youngest Uncle's donkey."
The Big Black Horse thought that its dream was to become the existence that ruled the Wilderness like Mr. Donkey. It originally wanted to be the second master, but who would have thought that it would become a prison horse of the West-Hill Divine Palace.
Thinking of the miserable experience these days, it wanted to neigh, but did not dare. It could only open its big watery eyes and look at Ning Que, looking extremely wronged.
Ning Que sighed and stroked its head. He said, "I know she has changed, and it is not because of the reason. Bear with it a little longer, and I will see if I can change her back."
Hearing this, the Big Black Horse's mood improved a little. Then, it seemed to think of something and blinked its eyes, as if it wanted Ning Que to be more ruthless.
Ning Que moved closer to its ear and told it his plan.
The Big Black Horse's eyes brightened as it listened, and it nodded repeatedly. It thought to itself that Ning Que was indeed its real master, who could come up with such a shameless and lowly plan. Although the mistress was too powerful now, and Ning Que could only fail no matter how shameless he was, it was still a good thing to think about in his mind.
After the discussion, Ning Que and the Big Black Horse agreed on a time to meet again, and they parted for the time being.
He walked back to the edge of the cliff and walked down along the precipice. Now that he had mastered the Emblematic Gesture of the Buddhism Sect, he could be a little distracted while climbing on the precipice. He casually glanced at the top of the Peach Mountain.
This glance contained the Zen meaning of Go Chanting, so he was not worried that it would trigger the tactical array of the precipice. However, he forgot to Go Chanting, and there was a second explanation — not the kind of explanation of Go Chanting.
So when his gaze fell on the dark Divine Hall of Light on the peak, he could not suppress his longing for someone. There was nothing there, but he felt that he saw her.
At the same time, he felt a gaze fall on him.
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