Nightfall

Unlike Roe Ke ’s visit to the sea monk ’s mind, and the revelation to the wonderland, this middle-aged ascetic monk who was standing in silence on the morning street and drinking water from the shackles, came to Chang’an City with a very clear and clear purpose. With the opportunity to challenge those who entered the academy, the Ningque was abolished or simply killed.

Ning Que had not rested for a whole day and night, did not sleep or even sat, he did not eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water, many emotions were entangled and he was exhausted to the extreme, facing a terrible Buddha Zongqiang Those who seem to have a reason to die.

Yesterday morning, when she discovered that Sang Sang had run away from home and seemed to never see her again, Ning Que encountered the greatest fear of her life, and even had the urge to die for the first time. She scolded the lake under Yanming Lake late at night. At that time, he also entangled in wishing to die like this.

However, Sang Sang is still in Chang'an City. He finally made a difficult decision. How could he die at this moment? If he died at this time, wouldn't the sufferings he had experienced all go to waste? If he was going to die at this time, he might as well go live in the red sleeves all night.

The middle-aged monk wants to kill him, and he doesn't want to die so he has to kill the other party.

The white lotus huā jade in the sky can't really be Sang Sang's feet, after all, no matter whether it is the stone Buddha or the gods hidden behind the huā rain, he can't stop him from going there with a **** umbrella.

As long as there is not Sang Sang he can never defeat.

Then God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

The **** umbrella is very large, covering both eyes and the sky.

The white lotus huā slowly fell, some fell on the thick and greasy black umbrella surface, slowly melted invisible, and some fell on the black umbrella surface, like the lù beads that fell on the drum surface, and slammed into the sky. It bounced back, and more white lotus huā came close to the black umbrella and then scattered around in fear.

Ning Que held a **** umbrella and walked towards the blood-faced stone Buddha in the distance. His pace was slow and steady, his expression calm and unhurried, like a tourist who walked on the lake bridge and wanted to pick the willow on the other side.

As he walked around, the sky and the rain were disturbing, and tens of thousands of lotus petals escaped from the slow-moving black umbrella, forming numerous turbulences.

Thousands of tens of thousands of lotus petals roared and twirled in the air, and flew toward the lonely and lonely higher sky, then fluttered down and fell on the face of the stone Buddha. Because of the sticky blood, once the lotus petal fell, it would never fly again, gradually covering the face of the stone Buddha.

The white lotus huā petals are densely covered on the face of the stone buddha, and the overlapping edges ooze viscous blood, making these huā petals appear particularly clear, because of the dense and extraordinarily scary.

Ning Que strolled in the rain of the withered and sparse lotus, holding a **** umbrella.

He is getting closer and closer to that stone Buddha.

The middle-aged monk named Dao Shi is indeed very powerful, regardless of his own practice level or the application of various methods of Buddhism, and even has reached the level of Dao Ye Yehongyu.

Unfortunately, he was a monk who moved with meditation and killed with meditation.

The object he wanted to kill with Zen thought was Ning Que, who was carrying a **** umbrella.

Ning Que had little combat experience with the Nianshi, so he was only directly transferred into the lotus huā pure land by middle-aged monks before, and entered a very dangerous situation. However, when he used his strong and powerful mind and strong physical ability after enchantment, the degree After that sudden confusion, he had mastered all the situations.

Theoretically, mentoring is the most terrifying existence among practitioners of the same state. However, the **** umbrella can isolate an attack of invisible mind, so the lack of support for the **** umbrella is the nightmare of all the masters in the world.

Because there is great doubt about the reason why the middle-aged monk snatched himself, Ning Que wanted to know the secrets behind the scenes, so he only used the flesh to bear the lotus before. He did not hesitate to use this pain to delay the time to ask questions, or maybe he was just Simply want to make yourself miserable? The pain on the surface can often relieve some of the mental pain or boredom, and at this time he is indeed bored to the edge of collapse.

The mind is set, no longer thinking about the rest, Ning Que's killing intention is all done.

A powerful killing intention spread to the **** umbrella through the umbrella handle held tightly by his hand, and then spread into the space around him, so that the huā rain rained away and covered the blood face of the stone Buddha.

Because Sang Sang ran away from home, the murderous intention in his body brewed from the early morning to the sun. As he sought in Changan City, he gradually condensed terror. At that time, he almost tried to overturn the entire Changan City. Last night At the lakeside, it was dried by the night breeze until the sausage was generally spicy and hard.

It can serve wine and kill people.

Ning Que walked to the foot of the stone Buddha, carried the **** umbrella on his shoulder like a knife, and looked up.

The face of the stone Buddha is covered with dense lotus huā petals, and blood flows between the huā petals.

The Buddha's eyes are outside the huā petals, but the compassion and anger at the beginning have been replaced by sorrow.

Ning Que looked at the Buddha's face full of blood lotus, silent for a moment, his right hand hanging on the side of the body and the palm as a knife, across a distance of hundreds of feet, he slashed away with a palm.

There was no sharp sound of breaking the empty sword.

There is no knives in the air.

The sparse lotus rain gently danced.

There is no sound in front of the Buddha.

However, there was a huge and profound knife mark on the face of the Buddha.

The knife mark was generated from the Buddha bun and extended diagonally to the lower left, piercing the smiling chún.

Between the knife marks, the lotus huā was crushed into mud and slowly immersed in blood.

The wonder in the eyes of the stone Buddha was quickly replaced by fear and shock.

The lotus petals began to fall off the face of the stone buddha. I wonder if it was because of the sticking of blood. Every piece of petals fell off, and a small stone would be involved.

The lotus gradually faded, and the cracks on the Buddha's face had become deeper, and it was already full of holes. However, all the remaining eyebrows and nose chún were cracked and peeled into stone rain and fell towards the ground.

It looks as if it has been blown by wind and rain for tens of millions of years, all concentrated in this instant.

The stone Buddha collapsed violently, a little smoke, and a few petals of huā.

Ning Que stood in front of the stone pile with a **** umbrella.

When the idea moves, it is ten thousand miles, ten thousand years.

The fighting in the spiritual world has been going on for a long time, but on the side of Changan Chen Street, which is really true, the time has just passed a very short moment.

At this instant, the hot intestine held in the left hand of the dry and thin monk who committed suicide by cesarean flowed out. The pale orange peel of the face thought Ning was dead, and then he decided to break his obsession and rules. From then on he started his **** battle to destroy the Buddha.

After this moment, a breeze came from the street.

The breeze blew away the heat from the bun shop, blowing Ning Que's clothes corner, blowing his scribbled black hair, and blowing the **** umbrella behind him slightly.

Accompanied by the wind, Ning Que's body exudes a breath, which is full of fresh life flavor, but it is that kind of pride and self-confidence, powerful and awe-inspiring to the extreme.

Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged monk beside the door.

With this glance, the middle-aged monk made a puff from his eyebrows and sank down.

The voice was very soft, but at this time the street in the morning seemed extremely terrible.

The pure land of the middle-aged monk ’s lotus huā was destroyed, and his body as a buddha was destroyed. Countless thoughts were blocked by the strange **** umbrella, and the sea of ​​knowledge was shocked at that moment!

The middle-aged monk mí 愘 looked at Ning Que with shock, despair and grief, two lines of blood oozed from the chún horn, a throat whizzed in his throat, and a weak, mute voice struggled to shout: "You really are" You really are the curtain ... "

When he was dying, his words were urgent, but he only had time to say the twilight.

Chen Pipi's face was pale, flicking the wide-sleeved school uniform.

The skinny monk stopped in front of him shouted, and a sharp knife inserted in his belly made a splash, and the blood rain splashed all over the orange peel, and he wanted to stop him for a moment.

Chen Pipi had been blocked by him for a moment, and at this time, under the shock of the heart, where would he be given a chance? With a hissing sound, the cuff broke into a wire, which was shot like a lightning, and then turned into a catkin, slightly bent and lightly chún, a middle-aged monk, and forced the most back-dramatic characters back.

Ning Que knew that he could not let the middle-aged monk shout his secrets before he died. 〖Body〗 The aura burst into the air, swept to the other side, and cut the knife diagonally!

The edge of his palm did not touch the neck of the middle-aged monk.

But there was a thin red line between the middle-aged monk's neck.

However, when the head of the middle-aged monk was crooked, he fell off.

At this moment, the cloth of Chen Pipi cuffed with a whimper, and circled around the blood line, tightly binding the head of the middle-aged monk to the body.

The intestinal monk's face was pale, and he turned around and squeezed into the crowd in the street.

Chen Pipi looked at the back of the monk in silence, seeming to hesitate.

Ning Que glanced at Chen Pipi.

Chen Pipi looked up at the sky.

The streets of Chang'an in the early morning were still calm and joyful. Some people were buying steamed buns and some people were buying steamed buns. The child blew at the big meat steamed buns and took a bite. The smell of stuffing is regrettable that I ate it so quickly.

The middle-aged monk sat slowly outside the door of Baozipu. No one knew that he was dead. No one noticed that a monk in the crowd was holding his intestines.

Ning Que took out the arrow box, began to assemble in silence, and bent his bow and arrow.

He aimed at the calm and joyful Changan street and shot a thirteen arrows.

Fu Jian roared through the air, wondering where it finally fell.

There were too many people walking on the street, and it was impossible to see if he had shot the fugitive monk.

Suddenly, there was a sāo movement on the street in the distance. Someone shouted in horror: "Slay it!"

Ning Que carried the arrow box, carrying a black umbrella, and Chen Pipi walked into the side alley and disappeared.

The timid but hilarious children shouted in panic, and Hu Peng led his companions to run over there.

The boy holding the hot big steamed buns ran across the door of the shop, and he accidentally hit the middle-aged monk sitting outside the shop door. The big steamed bun in his hand fell to the ground.

The child looked at the meat buns rolling on the floor and was about to cry when he felt distressed.

The body of the middle-aged monk was hit by this, and the head fixed by the cloth fell gently, falling to the ground and rolling continuously, seemingly also a bun.

The child rubbed his eyes, looked at the monk's head, and cried out in fright.

With the cry, the last calm and joyous atmosphere on the long street swept away.

The Pure Land is false after all.

〖True〗 The real world will always be so sinister. ! .