Nightfall

The words on the stele are deeply embedded in the stone, with the sharpness left by the tip of the sword, spreading across it.

Ning Que looked at the line on the tablet, and raised his eyebrows slowly. He didn't express any emotion, so he looked at it silently for a long time, and then he left without a word, avoiding Ling San's bones under his feet and looked next to him Have a look.

He circled around the wordless stele a few times, and finally before turning back to the stele, he looked up at the stele silently again, raising his eyebrows as if to fly, pointing at the text on the stele and smiling, said: "My little uncle written."

Mo Shanshan once heard the teacher say that the gate of Mozong was destroyed by the hand of a senior, but for some reason, the name of the senior did not circulate. She once speculated that it would be the one in the world. There is no evidence for the predecessor of the Academy who disappeared after a glance.

When I went to the Mozong Mountain Gate this time, I saw Ning Que's expression different all the way, especially the kneeling in the block barrier, which made her more firm in her guess. At this time, she was finally confirmed from the Ning gap, but Still feel a little shocked and unspeakable-Single Sword Destruction Demon Sect, how strong was that predecessor?

Her brows frowned slightly, her thin red lips curled into a line, and after a moment of silence, she looked at Ning Que's gradually rising brows and a sparse expression, and asked softly, "You look proud."

Ning Que nodded honestly. In order to resolve the spiritual impact brought by the inscriptions, he went to look around and found that the breath remaining on the bones of the dead Mozong strong is still strong, especially the hardness of the white bones seems to exceed that of ordinary steel. Shocked, so many Mozong strong men in front of Xiaoshu Shuran's sword were as vulnerable as Yuyang Chunxue. From this, one can imagine how terrifying Xiaoshi Uncle's realm strength was.

Through the indirect reaction of Brother 2 and others in Houshan College, Ning Que knew early on that Uncle Xiao must be the first-rate fierce person in the world. However, he still did not expect that Uncle Xiao was so fierce to such a degree. When Mozong Mountain Gate was broken, the five realms had been broken.

As a disciple on the second floor of the academy, having such a small teacher is really unreasonable and proud.

However, proud pride cannot be served as a meal. Ning Que and Mo Shanshan came to the Mozong Mountain Gate after a lot of hardships, in order to read the scriptures of the Tianshu Ming and the breath left by the uncle, standing in front of the stone monument and watching the memory for a while. , They continued to walk inside the temple, he felt the breath of the young master uncle in the temple behind the stone monument.

The main hall of Mozong is still magnificent and majestic. The seemingly simple stone beam structure, painted on the complicated oil paintings, will naturally reveal a sense of sacredness. Hundreds of stone statues are set up on both sides of the spacious passageway. The strange gods and demons seen in the Central Plains countries were utterly silent.

The passage is getting deeper and deeper, but it is still dry and without any trace of wetness. Fortunately, when the barren built this room, the design of ventilation and lighting was extremely delicate. Ning Que and the two took hundreds of steps into the inside and still can see things visually.

As he went deep into the main hall of Mozong, the breath that made Ning Que draw closer to his heart became more and more intense, and he was about to become a kind of actual existence. He looked silently in front of him, not knowing what he would see later. The volume is still the secret of Mozong, whichever is better, he just hopes not to see what he does n’t want to see.

There are more and more corpses in the passage. At the corner, the white bones are even superimposed together and turned into a hill. Ning Que supported Moshan Mountain while walking, watching the deeper and deeper sword marks on the wall, imagine In the **** battle that took place here at that time, I couldn't help but feel sorrowful.

At the end of the passage of the main hall of Mozong is a very ordinary room. This room should have been extremely spacious, but now a hill made of bones and corpses occupies the center of the room, so it seems extremely crowded and small.

"How many people died that year."

Mo Shanshan stared at the bone corpse mountain in front of her, and subconsciously sighed with emotion. Her little hand was a little cold, and her voice was also a little trembling. As a close disciple of the shrine guest Qing Shusheng, she has never been at all against Mozong. Feelings of sympathy and sympathy, but what I saw along the way today is that even she couldn't bear to think about the despair of Mozong.

Ning Que looked at the hill of white bones and said after a moment of silence: "I don't know why Uncle Xiao was going to destroy the Demon Sect, but I think he always has his own reasons and reasons."

At this time, a sound suddenly sounded in the depths of that Baigu Mountain.

"Many times in the world, there are many things. Actually, there is no need for reasons and no reasons. Because those reasons and reasons, if you think about it from another angle, it is often folly. Why did he do this in the past, now he can give There are countless explanations, but the truth is that he came that way that year and then did it. "...

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This room had only silent white backbone corpse mountain, silent stone wall sword marks, quiet as if not in the world, so the suddenly sounded sound was very weak, but very clear.

This voice is very weak, very weak, revealing the sense of peace in the stock, but not only clear in the ears of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, it is more like a thunder, and this nature has nothing to do with the quiet environment.

The verdant valley has disappeared in the depths of the Mangmang Tianji Mountain Range for decades. The Daming Lake has not been seen in the world for decades. The Mozong Mountain Gate, which has only emerged from the rocks, has been isolated from the world for decades. According to guesses, this place has already been turned into a ruin. There can be no life, and the two have seen it. This is the only thing that the two have seen. Only the bone-bone sword marks Ji Liao once, where can I think that there are still people alive here!

Shocked and speechless, Ning Que pulled Mo Shan behind him at the fastest speed, and then used his most powerful weapon to aim at the hill where the white skeletons piled up.

Looking closely, he discovered that there was a man in the hill of white bones.

The man was so old that his hair had fallen, and his teeth had fallen. Only two extremely long white eyebrows fluttered on his face, about to fall to his shriveled chest. This person was wearing an extremely old monk's clothes The monk's clothes are already broken like strands of silk, and they are hanging in front of him like eyebrows.

The man was very thin, so thin that his limbs were as thin as firewood sticks under his chest and abdomen, and there was no muscle or fat on his body. The rough bone was covered with a thin layer of skin, especially the deep sunken eye sockets looked like two The black hole is extremely terrifying, but the eyes that reveal in the eyes of the eccentric are so kind and warm.

Except for those skins with thin, tight skin that have lost their resilience and luster, this old monk is no different from the white bone corpse around him, so it is difficult for him to be found in the white bone mountain heap.

There are two very thin iron chains passing through the old monk's broken drum-like abdomen, and the other is nailed to the hard wall behind him. The blood of tens of years ago has become black, and it is painted on those monk clothes on.

This picture is very strange, the old monk in the picture is terrifying.

Ning Que ’s fingers twitched, almost loosening the bowstring and shooting with an arrow, Mo Shanshan clutched his lips tightly, almost screaming out loudly-if not because the gaze of the monk who described the skinny and horror was so compassionate and warm .

"who are you?"

Ning Que clasped his bow string, aiming at the old monk in Baigu Mountain and asked nervously.

Here is the Mozong Mountain Gate, which has been isolated from the world for decades. Suddenly such an old monk appeared. It is really difficult to understand. This old monk is so thin that he is still alive and beyond the scope of normal people's thinking. Anything beyond common sense and difficult to understand generally contains great danger.

"who am I?"

The old monk slowly raised his head and jingled through the iron chains between his abdomen, probably driving the pain in his body. There was a trace of pain on the skin of the thin and ghostly bone. His eyes were still warm in the eyes. The meaning of recollection.

After a long time, the old monk's eyes suddenly showed a sense of enlightenment, pulling the skin of the lip corners like a stack of paper, showing a ugly smile, saying: "I am a self-restraint."

"I did a great wrong thing in the past, and it was a regret for life, so I used a chain to lock myself to this place, vowing to spend all of my life to surpass these dead souls, hoping that I can atone for one or two."

The iron chain passed through, no matter how the old monk spoke or even the slightest movements, he would show a little bit of pain, but his weak voice and eyes were still so calm and compassionate, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Ning Que looked at this monk, who was as skinny as a ghost and as angry as the spring breeze, and asked, startled, "What atonement?"

The iron chain tinkling sounded again. The skinny old monk smiled and looked at the white bone corpse around him, and stretched out the edge of a white leg bone in front of his finger slowly, and said, "Atonement for murder."

"The crime of murder?"

The old monk looked at him calmly and said: "I entered the Buddha door at the age of 20, and later became a Buddha. I thought of compassion as a bosom. I would spend all life in the light of Buddha. My crime of murder. ",

Ning Que understood this sentence but could not understand it. The bones of the Mozong Mountain Gate were covered with bones. The legend is that the uncle of the master should die under the sword and return to the soul. Xing Dazi, it should be not far away from the legend, why did this thin old monk say it was his crime of murder?

"You ... recognize my little uncle?" He asked.

The old monk looked at the two like the elders and the juniors, and asked gently: "Ke crazy is your uncle, then you are a disciple of the master ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ So who is this little girl?"

Ning Que and Mo Shanshan sensed each other's kindness and trust, and even had such a warm feeling of being spoiled, subconsciously reporting their identity.

The old monk said softly with emotion: "I thought that I would have spent a long day of atonement for this life. I would never see anyone again. I didn't expect to see the old man again. So, does it mean that Mozong Mountain Gate has opened?"

Then he looked at Ning Que and puzzled and said, "You are the academy of this generation walking? See if you just broke through the territory and entered the mystery of the cave for more than ten days ago, how could the realm be so low? Isn't the academy better than one generation? "

Immediately afterwards, the old monk looked at Mo Shanshan with a smile and said: "Withering bone bone mountain, the mountain does not smell the morning drums and the clock, and I don't know the years are dying. I think I just slept, and Xiao Wang has some successors.

Ning Que knew that he was the worst walker in the history of the academy, and it was inevitable that he was a little bit ashamed to be ordered by the other party, but thinking about this old monk sitting on the gate of Mozong for decades, he called the uncle Master a madman Lord Saint is a little king, presumably a stranger of many generations, and since he was embarrassed to jump up and scold.

But, who is this skinny old monk?