Nightfall

& .; The argument on the other side of the lake is getting louder, Ning Que and Sang Sang can hear very clearly. After a moment of silence, he stepped on the narrow bridge and walked towards the other side, Qu Ni Ma Di and Lu Chen Jia were forced Follow him. ------ Wonderful start -----. ^ _ ^ (Pinyin o).

As he walked up the narrow bridge, the crowds of people on the lake stopped talking again and became quiet again. The people at the bridge's head were even more panicked and retreated back and forth. Someone even nearly fell and was trampled.

I do n’t know who yelled in the crowd, the insults and curses were raised again, and those people who were frightened to retreat back rushed back to the bridge, and probably because they felt too embarrassed by the previous silence and retreat, this time people The scolding became more and more filthy, talking about various **** and cruel methods, and those who rushed back to the bridge were flushed with excitement, and even nearly broke through the line of defense of the lunar pawns and practitioners.

Dirty language and intimidation continued to pass into Ning Que's ears. He ignored it and looked to the southwest of Baita Temple. He felt that the powerful breath that scared him was getting closer and closer. Although the breath was It didn't move very fast, so I came here from outside the Xicheng Gate, but as long as I kept moving, I would eventually arrive.

Sang Sang held the umbrella handle of the **** umbrella tightly, and her small face became paler. After a moment of silence, she took that breath to where she was and how fast she was moving.

Ning Que lacked a little expression and knew that there was not much time left for herself. Looking at the people on the shore of the lake, the people who wanted to be fanatic basically gathered in the Baita Temple, so as long as they broke through the people in front of them, they and Sang Sang had the opportunity to escape from Chaoyang City, but the problem was that looking at the black crowd, it was impossible to count the number of people. How easy was it to rush over?

Seven masters do not know when, they appear before the narrow bridge.

"Let the crowd disperse. I will fight you."

Ning Que looked at the eyes of the monk in the Xuankong Temple. Ignoring the anger of the surrounding people at all, calmly said: "If you think my demands are too much, then you can let all the practitioners of the two Buddhist buddies take action."

Seven Masters said: "You know. The crowd can't spread out now. If you insist on fighting the two battles with Buddhism here, you will definitely die a lot."

Ning Que said: "If you don't want the blood to flow into Chaoyang City today. Then you will make way, the crowd may not listen to your orders, but the practitioners and soldiers will definitely listen."

He did n’t even think of it as a temptation. He just said it casually, never thinking that the other party would agree. However, beyond his expectation, the seven masters did not hesitate and reached out and waved the arrow in front of the bridge to the sides Withdraw. At the same time, Xiling Divine Guardian and dozens of monks also gave way.

What is now standing in front of Ning's absence is only the black-pressed crowd formed by ordinary people, whose expressions are complex and frightening. Ordinary people who are angry.

"Even if we make way, can you go out?" Master Qimei asked calmly.

Ning Que is silent and understands the purpose of Buddhism. Then he keenly noticed that a monk walked into the crowd silently, and then there was a sudden excitement, with a slogan of excitement and anger.

If the previous crowd seemed to contain energy, the sea was shaking gently, and the sea where only a few waves appeared on the reef was occasionally beaten, then the sea is now starting to stir up waves until the storm becomes a disaster.

"Kill the Pluto's Daughter!"

"Don't let them go!"

The crowd shouted angrily, and the whole episode became more and more powerful, but the atmosphere between the scenes became more and more noisy, like a mansion with beams cut off, which may collapse at any time .

The seven masters announced a Buddha number and calmly said, "Look, it is not that we refuse, but that the people refuse."

Ning Que looked at the middle-aged monk and said, "Brother Er's evaluation of the Buddha Sect was indeed correct."

Master Qimei wanted to know how the proud college Junmo viewed Buddhism, and asked, "How did Mr. Er say?"

Ning Que said: "The second brother said, monks should die."

The seven masters were slightly angry, but listening to the shouts around them, looking at the people with fanatical faces, a trace of shame appeared on his face, and He even stopped speaking.

Ning Que carried Sang Sang down the narrow bridge and finally stood on the land across the lake.

In front of him was a crowd of black people, who could not see the ocean of the people at the end. Everyone glared at him, shouting angrily, holding a shovel or stone in his hand.

Numerous faces entered Ning Que's line of sight. There were wrinkled faces of the elderly, childish faces of children, powdered faces of women, and faces of flesh-and-blooded men, all of which were human faces.

These faces are either frightened, or angry, or they use anger to cover up their own fright, or use anger to vent their daily dissatisfaction, no matter what kind of emotions are ordinary people's emotions, because they are ordinary people.

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Ning Que said: "You are the princess of the lunar kingdom, let these people make way."

Lu Chenjia was silent, and Qu Ni Madi was also silent.

Ning Que said: "You are not these ordinary people, you will not be teased like a lunatic by two simple sentences of Buddhism and Taoism, so I don't believe that you will give up your life and forget your death for this world."

Lu Chenjia said: "My heart is dead. I have been worshipped by the people for many years, but I have nothing to return. If only Sang Sang died, the world can continue to exist, then at least I can't harm them."

Qu Ni Ma Di said coldly: "I don't care about the world, but as long as you die, I don't care about death."

Ning Que heard the words, shook his head, and then walked forward a few steps.

The crowd retreated backward.

Somewhere, suddenly the sound of the monk ’s chanting sounded, and people looked around and found out that they had learned the sutra scriptures they had learned since childhood and subconsciously sang along.

The sound reverberated in the Baita Temple, becoming more and more tidy and grandiose, and suddenly a bell added to it, suddenly it became more and more quiet, but the tranquility was full of tragic meaning.

Dozens of monks preached the Buddha's number lightly, and showed mercy and dignity.

Ning Que knew that this situation could not be allowed to continue. The people in Chaoyang City were originally believers in Buddhism. Once they were inspired and hypnotized by these monks and these scriptures, they would be in trouble.

He looked up at the dark clouds above Chaoyang City and saw the annoying black crows circling. He looked down at the ground on which his feet stood, and saw a few hard ants walking through the mud. Then he raised his head and looked at the crowd who was approaching himself, slowly holding the knife handle with his right hand.

With a choking sound, Park Dao pulled out the sheath.

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A freeman rushed over, UU read www. uukanshu.com his arm flew into the air, blood spattered, and howled down. A devout old woman waved her arms to Ning Que's face, her hands suddenly broken.

An excited student hit Sang Sang on Ning Que's back with a wooden stick, but the wooden stick broke off bizarrely, and then his man also broke off from it, breaking into two parts from the waist and abdomen.

Ning Que carried Sang Sang to the opposite crowd, covered in blood, but the expression on his face did not change. The calm remained the same, and his footsteps were still as stable.

I walked past the idle man sitting in the pool of blood and clutching his broken shoulder, walked past the pious old woman who knelt in the pool of blood and looked at her broken bowl, and walked the student who was struggling to distort the pain in the pool of blood ...

He walked on the other side of the lake, in a world of blood.

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(Four chapters are done in 12,000. I wrote it very smoothly today, and I feel depressed. I will not open a single chapter, but I still try my best to continue to vote monthly support. If I still have four more tomorrow, I will open the bill. Chapter, this can be regarded as self-stress and motivation.) To be continued ..