There is a great horror between life and death. The life and death of the world depend on oneself. The degree of horror is even more unimaginable. After hearing Ning Que's words, Sangsang remained silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

Ning Que reached out and touched her forehead, and found that it was a little cool, but not as serious as when he was sick. After thinking for a while, he put on a fur coat for her and carried her down the black carriage.

The two walked to the Bodhi tree on the ground that was about to be frozen.

Looking around, there is a deserted place around, and occasionally a few cold willows have already dried up their leaves. I don’t know when the shrill birds are heard from afar. The still green Bodhi tree looks extremely eye-catching in the wasteland.

Ning Que and Sangsang studied Buddhism and read scriptures in Lanke Temple for many days. They had entered the Zen Sect and clearly felt that some Buddha nature remained on the ground under the Bodhi tree. Those Buddha natures were very few, giving people a feeling of desolation and long-lastingness.

There are several slightly concave marks on the ground under the Bodhi tree, which are as smooth as a mirror. What is amazing is that there is no residue left in it, no leaves fallen or countless years of dust.

Ning Que looked at the traces and gestured in his mind. He found that it was the mark that would crush the ground when a person lies down. The small depression in the front should be where the elbow bend bears the force, and then the relatively large ones below are the marks left by the body on the ground.

He said to Sangsang: "It is said that when the Buddha passed away, he lies his side and closed his eyes. Now it seems that this is true."

Sangsang didn't understand why he took him to see this Bodhi tree and the ruins left by the Buddha.

"All those who practice Buddhism in the world want to come to this Bodhi tree to worship. We have never thought about it, but we have come here. If there is really a so-called opportunity, this is our opportunity."

Ning Que said: "Learning Buddhism is good for your body. Even if it can only be cured, it should continue. The Buddha nature remaining under this Bodhi tree should be helpful to your Buddha practice."

Sangsang leaned weakly in his arms and said, "Where will we go in the future?"

Ning Que said: "Of course I'm going back to the academy."

Sangsang's body shrank slightly, and he seemed a little uneasy, and said, "But I'm very worried."

Ning Que frowned slightly and asked, "What are you worried about?"

"The academy wanted to treat my illness, but if my illness was really a sign left by Pluto, how could it be cured well? I could feel that the Buddha nature remaining under this Bodhi tree would not help me."

Sangsang said sadly: "Have you ever thought about what if the academy cannot cure my illness until the end, the world will be destroyed because of me. What should I do then?"

Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "I said I don't care."

Sangsang whispered: "But will the Master and the Senior Brothers not care like you?"

Ning Que was silent and didn't know how to answer. He knew very well that the teacher and the two senior brothers really wanted to cure Sangsang's disease. But if it really couldn't be cured, could they really watch the invasion of the underworld?

Sangsang raised his head, looked at him and said seriously: "Have you ever thought about it? Let's commit suicide?"

Ning Que patted her back lightly and said, "If it were the tragic stories in the book, it would be such an ending, but I have said a long time ago that this is not the story in the book. I don't like reading, I don't want to die, and I don't want to die."

Sangsang said sadly: "But we have no future."

The invasion of the underworld represents the arrival of the eternal night and the destruction of the human world. The daughter of the Holy One is naturally the enemy of the entire human world. Even the academies or the Tang Empire cannot always stand on the opposite side of the entire human world. This means that no matter how big the world is, there will be no place for them to be there.

Ning Que said after a long time of silence, "I have read the word "Shishu Ming" and the notes left by the Buddha. I know that the Buddha has seen the future of the world, so he found a way to build such a hanging temple, leaving a chessboard, and leaving a Ullanjing, in order to deal with the invasion of the underworld."

Sangsang didn't understand why he said these words.

Ning Que looked at her and said, "Master Qishan said that if you try to see the future, even if you just have a glance, the future will change. Buddha saw the future back then and he had made so much preparations, then there is a big difference between the natural and the real future he saw."

Sangsang said: "Is the future not destined, so we don't need to worry?"

Ning Que said: "The future is actually very similar to death. If it is already destined, then the troubles are meaningless. If it can be changed, then there is no need for us to worry. We just need to work hard to change."

Sangsang said, "I understand, this sentence makes a lot of sense."

Ning Que said: "Although I can say something very reasonable occasionally, this sentence is indeed not what I said, it was said by the teacher, so I firmly believe it."

Then he looked into Sangsang's eyes and said, "Maybe the whole world will not allow us to live again. We still have to go back to the academy, because if this is the last trust, of course we will leave it to the teacher."

Sangsang showed a smile on his pale face and nodded.

Ning Que said with a smile: "You may die at any time. Tomorrow may be the last day. In fact, it may not be a bad thing. At least it can urge us to do many things we wanted to do but dare not do."

Sangsang looked at him quietly, and plucked up the courage to say, "I want to have a baby with you."

Ning Que was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said, "It takes a long time to have a baby. Is there anything I want to do now?"

Sangsang asked, "What do you want to do now?"

Ning Que led her to the Bodhi tree, took out a sharp cluster of arrows, and carved a line of small words on this tree that was regarded as a symbol of the holy and uninvasive by Buddhist believers in the world.

"In the autumn of the 16th year of the Apocalypse, Ning Que, the daughter of the Ancestral King, visited here with his wife Sangsang, the daughter of the Pluto."

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The black carriage was moving alone on the cold wasteland. Because of the vast wilderness, the extremely fast carriage looked like it was moving slowly on a piece of black and gray paper.

Ning Que and Sangsang once lived in the wasteland. They were not unfamiliar with this monotony and desolation, and were very familiar with it. They knew that even in the wasteland in the northern Central Plains, if they were not lucky, they might not see a person for ten days or half a month. What's more, this is in the deeper depths of the Western Wasteland.

But he didn't expect that just about ten miles after the carriage left the Bodhi tree, a person appeared in the field ahead. And he was the kind of person he least wanted to meet now.

It was an old monk with a dark and old face, a worn-out monk's clothes and a dusty body.

Walking in the world, the three types of people who need to be wary of are monks, Taoists, women, and this wilderness is not far from Hanging Temple. No matter how you look at this old monk, it should be related to Hanging Temple. Ning Que's expression is slightly stern.

Looking at the black carriage that was slowly stopped dozens of feet away in front of him, the wrinkles on the old monk's face gradually unfolded, the gravel in the dark skin fell down, and a look of compassion appeared in his quiet eyes.

The old monk pronounced the Buddha's name and said, "Who would have thought that the daughter of the Hades and Mr. Thirteen of the Academy would come to the Hanging Temple. No wonder no matter how hard the world searched, they could not find the traces of the people."

A blue curtain was hanging in front of the black carriage, and the old monk's voice in the wilderness penetrated through the curtain. Ning Que listened silently, lowering his head to make preparations, but his movements paused slightly.

Because he heard from the old monk's words that he had been searching for himself and Sangsang for a long time in the world, but he and Sangsang had just escaped from Lanke Temple, why did he alarm the whole world?

The old monk slowly raised his right palm and put his hands on his chest. Thinking of a possibility, the expression of compassion in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and sighed and said, "It seems that Senior Brother Qishan sent the men here, where is the chessboard?"

"If we hand over the Buddha's chessboard, will we let us go?"

Ning Que looked at the green curtain in front of him, his voice had no emotional fluctuations, but his face suddenly turned pale, his body began to shake violently, and his black courtyard clothes that had already broken were denser.

Sangsang knew that he had injuries on his body and was very worried, but he pursed his lips tightly, without making a sound, shrank his body into the corner of the car, and then covered his body with a quilt.

The old monk sighed and said, "Mr. Thirteen of the Academy is indeed as rumored. He is the best person in the world who knows that people in the underworld have different paths, but he still doesn't forget to mess with my mind, but..."

At this point, the old monk suddenly stopped. His expression suddenly condensed. He felt two extremely powerful talismans. He came to him quietly and began to cut through the cold autumn wind!

In the black carriage, there were many extremely thin openings on the bedding covered by Sangsang. Looking closely, you could see that each opening was actually two extremely tight openings, and cotton bloomed out of the opening.

Ning Que's face was pale and his whole body was trembling. His fingers slowly and hardly passed through the air in front of him, like a heavy mountain hanging on his fingertips. The black courtyard uniform on his body was cut into countless rags by the overflowing talisman, and the blue carriage curtain broke into three pieces and slowly fell.

The old monk's face was slightly calmer, and he sat cross-legged, his palm folded slightly on his chest. A very pure and distant Buddha breath suddenly arose, protecting his body like a light shield.

In a black carriage dozens of feet away.

Ning Que withdrew his fingers, pulled the bow and arrow, and clenched the hard and tight bowstrings slightly, but let it go, and a slight sound was heard, and a white turbulent air burst out from the tail end of the iron arrow, and then disappeared in an instant!

A dark mark appeared on the falling blue curtain. The cyan cloth in the mark slowly spread out, throwing into the air like pollen, revealing an extremely round arrow hole.

The blue curtain was still falling, and the arrow hole was forming on it. Then, in an instant, there was only a sharp sound of hissing. Ning Que's figure tore through the blue curtain, jumped out of the carriage like lightning, and rushed towards the old monk dozens of feet away!

The two extremely sharp talismans in the wasteland sky were naturally Ning Que's two characters. This was his most powerful talisman. In Lanke Temple, even Qi Nian and Ye Su could not crack it in a short time. However, the ascetic monk with dark and old face was unknown, but he could temporarily resist with Buddha breath.

However, even so, under the power of the terrifying cutting of the two characters, the ascetic old monk stood cross-legged and fought with Buddha breath. His body, covered in dust and gravel, was like being bound to the spot by the two characters.

In this case, how could the ascetic monk avoid the powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrow?

The old monk knew that he could not avoid Ning Que's iron arrows. Just when he felt that the aura in the black carriage in the distance was a little strange, he responded in advance.

The old monk kept quietly stroking the surface of his left palm on his knee, and suddenly a golden luster appeared, which looked like he had turned into pure gold and became a Buddha's palm!

In a very short time, the old monk crushed Qiufeng and lifted his golden left palm, which seemed slow but was extremely fast in front of his chest. At this moment, the iron arrow had arrived!

The sharp cluster of arrows carried an extremely powerful force and shot the old monk's golden and jade-like left palm!

Only a slight collision could be heard, the ascetic old monk's left palm shattered, with no blood or flesh at the broken mouth, and a golden light shining, throwing around like golden sand on the wasteland.

The iron arrow shot the old monk's golden palm without stopping. It flew upwards with a sneering sound, piercing through the old monk's left shoulder, with a bunch of blood and the entire shoulder, turning into a stream of light and disappearing in the distance.

The old monk was seriously injured and his face suddenly turned pale, but he did not show any fear. Instead, he became extremely calm, his chest and abdomen slightly sunken, and he sucked all the air in front of him into his chest, and then his dry lips slightly opened.

However, at this moment, Ning Que's figure had arrived with the arrow like lightning.

His right foot was heavily on the ground, shaking dust and ice chips, exerting force on his waist and abdomen, and the Park knife in his hand pierced into the old monk's lower abdomen with a puff, and Haoran's energy suddenly burst into pieces with the knife!

The sound of rustling sound came, like a rainstorm suddenly emerged from the clouds. Under the powerful power of Pu Dao's sword and Hao Ranqi, the old monk's body turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood, splashing everywhere.

After a moment, the flesh and blood fell from the air and landed on the hard wasteland ground, making a dense sound, just like the heavy rain falling from the clouds finally arrived at the ground.

Ning Que put his knife into the sheath, took out a fire talisman from his sleeve, threw it on the ground, and then rushed back towards the black carriage without turning around and taking a look. The flesh and blood still had the talisman fire that gradually arose.

The black carriage started again and headed far away to the wasteland.

Fire gradually arose on the wasteland, and the blood and blood of the old monk who was ascetic was burned and burned to ashes. More than a dozen black crows flew from somewhere. They smelled the smell of the fire and sang shrillly, very unwilling to accept it.

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In the black carriage.

Sangsang asked pale and said, "Who is it?"

"I don't know, I only know that this ascetic monk is very strong. He must not be an ordinary monk in the Hanging Temple, at least at the level of Master Baoshu, otherwise the two characters would kill him."

Ning Que directed the big dark horse to move rapidly towards the southeast, took the towel handed over by Sangsang, wiped the blood on his face, and said after a moment of silence: "If he is prepared, it will be difficult for me to kill him."

Sangsang said, "I don't know who it is, but he is so strong, so he killed the person like that?"

Ning Que carefully wiped the blood from Park Knife and said calmly: "People in the world want to kill us, so from now on, whoever stops us will kill whoever."

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