Nightfall

The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 280

The wind was suddenly dense in the night forest, but the seemingly light flake of snow was not blown away by the whistling night wind, nor disappeared into the dense snow, but fell from the sky alone and arrogantly, ignoring The evil wind and companions around him slowly fell down and fell on the shoulders of the three offerings. This chapter is updated by netizens]

Qinghe County's three offerings were bound by the monk's handprints, sitting cross-legged in the snow, unable to score at all, and watching the thin snow fall on his shoulders, he was a little sleepy.

When the thin snow fell, the monk stopped walking towards the lake, the sandals were deeply trapped in the thick snow, and then he turned around, looking at the thin snow, silently.

Suddenly there was a whispering sound in the forest. The sound was like sharp borneol rubbing, accompanied by snow and snow, and it naturally showed a sad feeling, which sounded like a cicada.

The cicada is a creature belonging to the summer, and is silent in the autumn wind.

In the context, chilling is silence.

However, tonight the wind and snow suddenly, this forest seems to appear countless cicadas!

The cicadas hid behind the branches, hid in the bark of the bark, dangled among the cobwebs, sat in the ice and snow, watched the blizzard falling from the sky and the monk in the blizzard, screaming wildly.

Cicadas burst into bursts.

Manlin chilling.

The cry of the cicadas in the forest became more and more dense and more and more stern, the thick snow accumulated on the trees fell down by the rustle, but there seemed to be two large and transparent invisible cicada wings over the snow forest on the lake. The entire sky, so that the sound of cicadas here did not overflow the forest.

The stern cicada sound was colder than ice and snow, and more difficult to catch than the night breeze. It sounded everywhere, fell silent, recovered everywhere, and finally fell in the ear of the monk.

The sound of cicada in the forest seemed to say indifferently: turning back is the shore.

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The monk listened to the increasingly cynical cicadas, and the expression on his face became more and more dignified.

He was called Qi Nian.

He came from the Xuankong Temple, an incomparable place, and walked in the world of the extremely powerful Buddhism.

Because of the records in the scriptures in the temple, he came to Chang'an City far to see the legendary Pluto's son. He was even ready to kill the man even in the face of the academy.

Since practicing closed-mouth meditation, his Zen heart has become firmer and his will stronger, that is, the countless strong men in Chang'an City, and the academy mountain in the south of the city, can't let his mind move a little.

Logically, no sound can stop his footsteps.

But these cicadas are different.

Because he knew that these cicada sounds represented a person.

That is the most mysterious person in the world, even the most terrible person in the world.

Mo said it was him. Even if the first lecture of Xuankong Temple was here, listening to these cries of cicadas must be treated with the utmost care.

Qi Nian's expression was dignified, even with the respect that the younger generation should have, but his eyes were still firm, and he slowly stretched his fingers to Yanming Lake behind him.

He used this action to tell the man behind the cicada sound that his other side was over there.

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Qinghe County's three enshrined bodies were bound by the snow rope of the Buddha's handprint at this time, and he could not move at all, but he could see, hear, listen to the cicada cicada in the forest, and looked at the thin cicada on the shoulder Snow, his face became more and more pale, and his expression was more and more frightened.

He is a great practitioner who knows the realm of life. He knows many secrets of the practice world in the Qinghe County Library. Although he is not sure, he has vaguely guessed the identity of the man in the forest.

Can cause a cicada in such a snowy night, can make the Xuankong Temple Dade look so dignified, naturally can only be the world's most mysterious Demon Sect Master, cicada in twenty-three years!

After the destruction of Mozong Mountain Mén, the force that once set off a **** storm in the world has withered, but no one dared to ignore the suzerain of contemporary Mozong.

In the past many years, no one has seen this deity, or even heard of this person, so this deity has become the most mysterious legend in the spiritual world.

There are rumors that the deity Sect Master has practiced for twenty-three years, and has become a pile of bones, but some people say that this generation of Demon Sect Master is hiding somewhere in the world, watching the wind and rain in the world coldly Rain may appear at any time, again calling for wind and rain.

But no matter how you think about it, no one in the spiritual world will forget this person. Even those who believe in his death, they are actually terrified when they dream back at night. They always feel that one day in the future, this Sect Master will be in all Unprecedented moments reappear in front of the world.

It is indeed a moment that no one can imagine.

At least it was a moment when the three enshrines of Qinghe County were unimaginable.

Just before Ning Que's decisive battle with General Xiahou, the two schools of Taoism and Buddhism walked around the world. When Fengyun Ji will be in Chang'an City, the cicada will reappear in the world in 23 years!

The three enshrines were terrified, but then, he thought that the Sect Master had now confronted the Xuankongsi Dade. He might be able to find a ray of vitality, and his eyes turned a little subconsciously.

His eyes rolled slightly, and Yu Guang saw the thin snow on his shoulders.

Then he remembered that he forgot something in the legend.

Legend has it that this demonic sect master did not kill many people, but that was because he disdain to kill ordinary people. He believed that only the great practitioners who knew the realm of life were eligible to be killed by themselves.

According to legend, the reason why this deity is the most mysterious person in the world is because he will kill all people who have heard cicadas.

The three offerings are the realm of knowledge and he heard cicadas tonight.

Three enshrines wanted to understand this matter, and then died.

The thin cicada-like snow fluttered up and gently wedged into his old neck.

Blood spattered from his neck, spitting into the wind and snow, hissing.

Also like cicadas.

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Cicada is the sound of the vibrating tympanic membrane of the cicada's abdomen. It can vibrate tens of thousands of times in a flash, so it can crack the silk in a clear place, tears in a sad place, and dark in a sad place.

The sound of blood water splashing is the frictional vibration of blood and wounds, which is very similar to the principle of cicadas, so the sound is also very similar and can be equally sad.

The dumb monk turned to look at the offerings of the Qinghe Junsan who sat cross-legged in the deep snow, frowned slightly, knowing that this was the warning from the man in the forest.

He was a disciple of Buddha mén, who was able to kill but did not want to kill, so he used to only bind the offering with the Buddha's handprint. However, he did not expect it, but became an accomplice of the strong Mozong.

The monk knew why the twenty-three year old cicada would reappear in the world, and why would the cicada sound stop him from going to Yanming Lake.

Because Xiahou is a traitor of Mozong, and is the person that the cicada must kill in twenty-three years.

If the Sect Master is really dead, then naturally there is nothing, but since he is still alive, then he must kill Xiahou, or watch Xiahou die.

Because of the academy and the court of the Tang dynasty, this demonic lord had probably endured for many years. Since the academy decided to do something against Xiahou today, how can he allow others to chase?

In twenty-three years, the cicada may fear the Master.

But he will never be afraid of Xuankong Temple or being observant.

A dumb monk can understand the intention of cicada, but it does not mean he can accept it.

Buddhism has always been called the Outer Dao by Haotian Dao mén, but after all it is a genus of the right Dao. Although he knows that the Devil Sect strongman in the forest is unfathomable, and his determination is as strong as him, how can he stop it?

He is the seven thoughts of the descendants of Xuankong Temple.

He began to be angry, for disgust.

It's not petite, nor angry.

The monk still pursed his lips tightly, his gaze firm, his hands unsteady in front of the kapok cassock, and between them, he formed a cold handprint.

Among the big handprints of Buddhism are the brightest, and the most powerful immortal king seal.

The two seemingly ordinary fingers in front of the old cassocks, with their fingers pointing like blue, are detached from each other, and the majestic breath scattered along the direction of the handprints, and went around the snow forest.

Silently and silently, the snow in the forest suddenly dissipated to the sky, and suddenly the wind and snow in the air were shocked.

The cicadas in the night forest seemed to be omnipresent, and they also stayed behind.

However, the cicada sounded again, and this time it became brighter and more irritable.

It was as if a person was mocking loudly.

The wind and snow in the forest were worse, and the fallen was worse. The snow that had just shaken from the ground re-covered the ground instantly, and the flakes fluttering in the air shouted Xiang Qinian's body.

Qi Nian's expression remained the same, the straw shoes lightly stepped on the snow surface, the right little tuǐ bounced, hitting on the bend of his left tuǐ knee, and then sat on the snow, sitting on a half snow lotus plate.

The snow flakes in the sky, like countless cicadas, screamed and hit the body of Qi Nian.

The surface of Qi Nian's body seems to have an invisible barrier.

The snow flakes were no longer able to move forward when they were half an inch away from his body. However, the snow flakes did not fall, but stuck to the surface of his body like cotton wool.

But in an instant, his cassocks were covered with snow, leaving only his head and face, and his hands with immobile Wang Yin in front of him, still looking like a snowman.

Qi Nian looked deep into Yelin, looking at the growing frost on the eyelashes, the muscles on his cheeks moved slightly, and he seemed to hesitate to say something.

He has practiced closed mouth meditation for fifteen years, and finally he will speak tonight?

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at this time.

A sound suddenly sounded in the depths of Yelin.

The voice is so peaceful.

In sharp contrast with the violent cicadas in the forest.

However, with such a quiet voice, what he said was so cold.

"If you speak, I will make a hundred thousand dumb in the world."

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Hearing this, the monk was furious, his eyes wide open, looking into the depths of Ye Lin, the frost on the burning eyelashes was evaporating into water vapor, and the snow on his body was turning into warm water.

He knew that even if he broke the ring tonight, he might not be able to defeat the man, but the man would certainly be able to set off a **** storm in the world.

If you are facing Mr. Er, Mr. Er, or even Confucius, the monk can ignore it, because he knows that the academy will act so shamelessly.

But that man is a cicada for twenty-three years.

The man can do everything.

So he was angry, but still unable to speak.

The man deep in Yelin, after saying this sentence, never spoke again, but Qi Nian knew that he was still here, because Cicada still continued ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The monk could not speak, naturally I couldn't sigh. I could only sigh gently in my heart, and then I moved the immortal Ming Wang Yin, palms together to keep my heart, and then slowly closed my eyes.

Snow flakes continued to fly down like cicadas, covering the monk's body, covering the monk's facial features, turning the descendant of the Xuankong Temple into a snowman in the night forest.

After a whole day and night of snow, it suddenly became smaller at this time.

The sound of cicadas in the forest gradually weakened, but it seemed more and more sad.

The chills are sad.

On the night of Donghu Lake, the first snow break.

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(I'm excited about myself. I also want to write a whole year of pictures. It's about half the fun of writing novels. So here it is. I will rest tomorrow and Saturday, see you the day after tomorrow.)

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