Nightfall

The fifth volume of the magical pen Chapter 24 to read

Many years ago, after finishing his tour and returning to Chang'an City, Confucius sent Ning Que into the cliff cave of Houshan. During that long period of imprisonment, Ning Que realized many things in order to break through the barriers, including the lack of awe. So he thought this cliff was nothing to him.

But he forgot the touching array on the cliff, in addition to perceiving the practitioner's fluctuation of mind and the change of the world's vitality, he can also feel the peeping eyes. As long as someone goes to see the cliff, the cliff will enter the eyes of that person. Even if you do n’t look at it with your eyes closed, as long as you think about it, you do n’t have the consciousness to look at the cliff completely, this cliff will still think you ’re looking at it, it will look like a collapsed mountain , Directly into the eyes, and then into the mind, set off countless giants *.

Ning Que's eyes were instantly stabbed by tens of thousands of sharp swords, and his face was extremely painful. His face became extremely pale, and then the ocean of consciousness was shot by the cliff, which caused a turbulent wave and pain.

This pain was too severe. Even if his will was as strong as him, he could not bear it at all. As soon as his eyes were black, he released his fingers and fell down to the cliff.

Under the cliff there is night mist, under the cloud is the abyss, the dark ground that has not seen the sky all year long knows nothing, the most important thing is that it is too high.

No matter how strong the body of the Demon Sect practitioners is, it is impossible to completely ignore the power of the earth. The queen lady jumped from the head of Chang'an City and left the world, even if Yu Lian was the deity of the Deity Sect for twenty-three years. After falling, his leg bones were broken, and Ning Que ’s cliff height at this time was not much different from the sky. If he fell into the abyss like this, he would definitely be born and killed by the earth.

His body rubbed against the cliff and made a rustling sound. The cool night breeze roared past his ears. The speed of falling was faster and faster. The situation was extremely dangerous, and death was under him.

In the process of falling, Ning Que remembered many things-not those sweet or sour memories, but those learned skills-he wanted to find a way to stay away from death.

However, both the academy and the Demon Sect's exercises need to be mind-boggling. Once the mind is acting, the eye-catching array on the cliff will continue to attack him, and he can't bear the pain of climbing the cliff.

How can we not act indifferently, but can act accordingly? No matter how you look at it, this seems impossible. How can you control your body without thinking?

Anyway, with his eyes closed, his eyes still hurt. He simply opened his eyes. If he really wanted to die, he would have to watch this world to die. He stared at the cliff face that quickly swept up in front of his eyes, and there was no despair in his heart, but he was a bit self-deprecating because of the arrival of death.

The cliff face of the cliff is not smooth, but there are not too many stone cracks. It glanced at a high speed in front of his eyes, and the lines gradually turned into blurry color blocks, which seemed to flutter in the night wind.

Ning Que felt as if he had seen such a picture where the coats swaying in the breeze and the soft lines were also carved on the stone.

He remembered that it was those statues of Venerable Stone in the Buddha Hall under the Wanyan Pagoda in Chang'an City.

There are also several statues of Venerable Stones in the side hall of Lanke Temple.

His eyes were slightly bright, and he kept holding his hands against the cliff, and suddenly became more gentle, not as soft as before, but as gentle as nothingness.

In the fall, in the whistling night breeze, he suddenly folded his hands together, his right index finger slightly bent in the air, and his left index finger fell on the back of his right palm, forming a fingerprint.

With such a gentle pair of hands, it is impossible to grasp the handprints of the cliff face when looking at the shape of the hand, but it produces a very magical effect. His falling suddenly stopped and suddenly stopped between the cliffs.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, but in fact it was only an instant. He slid down the cliff for more than ten feet, and his feet seemed to step on the clouds covering the stone windows.

At that time, at the Lanke Ancient Temple, he watched the statue of Venerable Stone in the autumn rain, and he realized the four real handprints of "Fearless", "Meditating", "Demon", and "Going to Read" in Buddhist doors.

Since then, he has used it several times in battles with the powerful Buddhism, and he has never used it again, because compared with Haoran Qi and Yuan Thirteen Arrows, the real Buddhist fingerprints are not that powerful.

He didn't think of it until he faced the danger of life and death above the cliff tonight.

His body hovered between the cliffs, and he felt that some very strange breath was slowly swimming in the clouds below him, and his consciousness was still stirring the violent giant *.

Without any hesitation, he closed his eyes again, and at the same time spread out Heshi's hands, concentrating his mind, his right hand knotted "meditation", and his right hand knotted "to read", gently falling on the cliff, no longer looking at the world Everything, do n’t think about everything in the world, completely obsessed with the world, only to start climbing upwards based on the thought that first came to mind.

He entered absolute emptiness, and even forgot the existence of himself and the cliff, naturally he did not know that he was climbing on the cliff, and moved slowly upward like an ignorant leaf.

Do not know how long it took, he finally climbed over the cliff.

The hands with the fingerprints landed on the flattened ground, and he fell apart on his own. He opened his eyes and woke up

When I came over, I found myself standing on the cliff, looking back at the dark cliff abyss. The calm face gradually turned pale, and my shirt was wet with cold sweat.

He has encountered countless dangers and trials of life and death in his life, but today the encounter between the Taoshan cliffs still makes him extremely frightened. The process of climbing the cliffs seems to be simple, and even there is no memory in his consciousness, but if it is not He learned two kinds of Buddha and Demon, and he was afraid that he would have fallen to death long ago. It can even be said that if he is replaced by another strong man who knows his destiny, he will definitely die under this cliff.

He paid enough attention to the Xiling Temple and thought he had made sufficient preparations until he really entered Taoshan before he realized that he still underestimated the end of the year.

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This is the lowest cliff of Taoshan, inhabited by ordinary priests and deacons, as well as cavalry of the Xiling Temple, and the stables of war horses are also here. Ning Que came to the stables under the cover of the night, and did not release the power to deter those waking horses. Instead, like the suppression of the **** horses, he did not conceal the **** breath of killing countless horses and directly made those war horses afraid Make any sound.

He stood on the east side of the stable, because the court ’s eyeliner in the Xiling Temple found the big ballast porridge left in that small half-pot. If he wanted to find the stubborn goods, he could only wait here.

After a long time, there was no sound. The waking horses chewed the night grass and looked at him puzzled, wondering who this guy was waiting for?

Ning Que did not have anxiety, standing quietly in the stable, waiting until the night clouds faded away, the moonlight fell, and then the morning light was about to appear before he was sure that he could not wait tonight.

He reached out and rubbed some dirt around his neck, and spilled it into the straw at the east end of the stable. Then, under the gaze of the disgusting eyes of the war horses, he walked to the cliff and took the first sky before the temple shook it. The real handprint, along the cliff, returned to the clouds and back to the peach blossoms.

That night, he continued his adventure of climbing the cliff, and also waited for a whole night in the stable, but still did not wait for the appearance of the stubborn goods.

He went again the next night, still disappointed.

The third night was still disappointing.

By the fourth night, he was already very familiar with the eye-catching array on the cliff, and his mastery of the real handprint of the Buddha was becoming more and more superb. The night tour that once seemed extremely dangerous, has now become an ordinary process. So when he walked to the east of the stable, he even hummed softly.

That's the song hummed by the old man at the sweet potato shop in the town.

Then he saw a big dark horse on the pile of straw at the east end of the stable, with his four hooves facing the sky, rubbing the straw with his back constantly, and he looked extremely funny, so he laughed.

The **** horse smelled a familiar smell, and stood up with a roll on the spot. Looking at it with vigilance, her eyes suddenly glared greatly, as if she had forgotten which hoof she should take first.

Ning Que walked over, hugged its neck, touched his mane, and patted hard.

The **** horse grinned, rolled its thick lips, and bumped his head.

Ning Que let go of his hand and brushed off the straw on his back and said, "Where did you learn these pickling habits, you are not the uncle Xiaoshi's donkey."

The **** horse thought, his ideal is to be the existence of the ruling ruins like Uncle Donkey. He wanted to be the second uncle, who wanted to become the prison horse of the Xiling Temple.

Thinking of the tragic experiences of these days, it wanted to scream twice, but it didn't dare. It could only open its watery eyes and looked at Ning Que, which seemed extremely wronged.

Ning Que sighed and touched its head, saying: "I know she has changed, not her reason, no matter how patient, I can see if she can be changed back again."

Listening to this, the **** horse's mood was a little better, and then he didn't know what to do. He blinked desperately, as if he wanted to start when he was lacking.

Ning Que leaned into his ear and said his plan.

The dark horse ’s eyes were bright, and he nodded again and again, thinking that he really deserved to be his true master. He could come up with such a shameless method of spattering. Although the hostess is really too powerful now, it would be more shameless if you are lacking you It can fail, but it's a great thing to think about it in your head.

After the discussion is over ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning Que and Daheima have arranged an appointment for the next time, and will be temporarily separated.

He walked back to the cliff and walked down the cliff. Now that his real handprint of Buddha is already great, climbing on the cliff, he can be a little distracted after meditation, and glance at the peak of Taoshan at will.

At this moment, there is a Zen to read, so he is not worried that it will trigger a cliff formation. However, he forgot to read the words in the text, and he can still do the second explanation-not the one that was removed.

So when his gaze fell on the dark temple of light on the top of the peak, he couldn't stop thinking of someone. There was nothing there, but he felt like seeing her.

At the same time, he felt that his eyes were on him.

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(The announcement issued last night is in front, students who have n’t seen it can go to read it, and there is a chapter to write it out before 2:30.) (To be continued)

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