Nightfall Chapter 135: Heaven wants to hack you

If there is a hole in the corner of the wall, Ning Que will definitely get in, whether it is the endless abyss or the legendary Nether, but not, so he can only hold his head and tremble in pain, sweating like syrup, and the corners of his lips. Ting was dripping with blood, tears and tears, and his clothes were already wet.

He had never experienced such terrible pain. He even felt that it was countless times more difficult than being caught by a horse thief in the wasteland and tortured to extract a confession. The axe in his head and the invisible giant axe in the sky kept on Falling, as if it will never stop, is extremely desperate.

Later, his body even began to twitch, his eyes began to fade, and even the color of his lips had turned into an unlucky gray, really not much different from a dead person.

I don’t know how long it took, the great axe from the sky finally stopped. Although the axe in his head was still cutting, it was a little better. He stood up on the wall with unimaginable perseverance. , Rushed toward the meditation room, not daring to look back at the shadow.

Escaped from the White Pagoda Temple, he was in the eyes of the people in Chaoyang City in consternation. He coughed up blood all the way, staggered forward, and finally walked back to the small courtyard. When he saw the figure of Sangsang under the tree, his spirit suddenly relaxed, never again. Unable to resist the feeling of weakness caused by pain, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

When he woke up, the sky was bright outside the window, and Sangsang was already asleep sitting by the bed. There was a bowl of grass ginseng porridge on the table. There was a slight heat on the porridge. It seemed that she was hot last night. Many times.

Ning Que remembered those nights in Chang’an in Weicheng many years ago. Her mood was slightly warm. He got up and helped her to the bed, covered her with the bedding, and heard a sound in his belly, only to find that he was hungry and hungry. He finished the porridge, wiped his mouth, and was about to go to Baita Temple as usual, his face suddenly pale.

He remembered what had happened in the meditation room last night-as soon as he thought, he felt a sharp pain in his head. It was obvious that no one was cutting himself with an axe, but the painful aftermath was still there.

Sangsang opened his eyes, looked at him quietly for a long time, and suddenly pointed to his head and said: “There is someone in you, he wants to come out.”

Nothing can be hidden from Haotian’s eyes, but she doesn’t know what happened to Ning Que’s body, why someone in his head is constantly cutting with an axe, even if it can explain the problem, then How to explain the invisible great axe falling from the sky?

Ning Que walked to the window and looked at the gloomy sky. His voice trembled and said, “Why did you beat me that day?”

Sangsang thought for a while and said: “It’s probably because you rarely accompany me these days, and often forget to cook for me, so you get struck by lightning?”

“There is no thunder, only the sky is breaking.” Ning Que said.

Sangsang said, “What’s the difference?”

Ning Que turned pale, turned to look at her, and said, “Why did the heavens hack me?”

Sangsang pointed to himself and said: “I am the sky, or I want to hack you.”

Ning Que asked: “Are you hacking me?”

Sangsang looked at the sky outside the window and said: “Maybe it is me who can’t bear to do this to me.”

Ning Que thought about the pain last night, and shouted angrily: “I will marry you as a daughter-in-law, and I will be taken care of by your twin brothers and sisters? Is there any reason?”

Sangsang’s expression remained unchanged, and he said, “Our truth is heaven.”

Ning Que feels that this statement is a bit unreasonable, and I don’t know whether her reasoning is reasonable, anyway, he decided not to go to the White Pagoda Temple today—though he really wants to know what the shadow on the wall is about , I want to know why there is an axe in his head and in the sky to smash himself, but he does not want to repeat the painful process of last night again. Human curiosity can indeed overcome the fear of the unknown, but not necessarily the pain.

He stayed in the small courtyard that day, watching the sky with Sangsang in a daze. Whenever a bell rang in a temple in the distance, his face became a little pale because he was scared.

Sangsang looked at his expression, a little puzzled and said: “You weren’t such a painful person before.”

Ning Que said: “I used to be afraid of pain, but to take care of you, I can only pretend not to be afraid.”

Sangsang said: “You have to take care of me now.”

Ning Que thought for a while and said, “It makes sense. You have to figure out what’s going on, otherwise there will be problems, but I’ll talk about it later, I’m really scared.”

After all, he underestimated the curiosity of human beings, or because he had to take care of Sangsang, he had overcome his fear. He did not wait longer and returned to the White Pagoda Temple the next day.

The green board monk talked to him as usual. He didn’t pay attention to it and walked directly to the meditation room. The wall that he smashed last night has been repaired.

He faced the wall and was silent for a long time. There was no shadow on the wall.

He sat back at the table and began to read the Buddhist scriptures. When the dusk approached, he lit the candle on the table. When it was lit, his hands trembled, so the flames shook slightly.

The shadow reappeared on the wall. At the beginning, it was a little faint due to the light shaking of the candle, and then it only took a short time to become clear.

Ning Que stood up. It was just this simple action that seemed to consume all his strength, so that when he walked towards the wall, his steps seemed a little vacant.

Sitting cross-legged, the shadow seems to be cultivating a Buddha.

Ning Que took a few deep breaths and sat down cross-legged against the wall.

“Who are you?” he asked, looking at the shadow.

Naturally, the shadow will not answer him, as silent as an old monk who has died.

Ning Que stared at the shadow as if to see him through.

Shadow has no eyes, so naturally he will not look at him.

Just when Ning Que thought he would spend tonight like this, a bell suddenly rang in the Baita Temple.

Like the night before, the evening class was over long ago, but the bell began to reverberate, and he even couldn’t tell whether the bell came from the Buddhist temple or from the bottom of his heart.

Ning Que’s expression was very nervous, he remembered that after the bell sounded the night before, something changed.

Sure enough tonight, the sound of the bell seemed to signal the beginning of the catastrophe. The sound of the bell, which had a very powerful effect of clearing the heart and calming the spirit, made the shadow on the wall crazy.

The shadow no longer crossed his knees, stood up and started waving his arms to the sky, not calling someone. Seeing the intense situation, it was more like swearing somewhere in the sky.

The shadow turned into a black flame, dancing continuously, as if to burn everything, and like a prisoner in pain on the torture rack, the body was ablated and zoomed by the flame, which looked extremely terrifying.

Ning Que’s heart was slightly sour, and he began to cry, because he felt the shadow’s unwillingness again, felt the despair and anger of the other party, and felt the endless sadness of desolation.

He seemed to see an old monk standing in front of a tomb, facing the torrential rain falling in the night sky, angrily cursing the world, slandering the Buddha, and wishing to tear the world to pieces.

Ning Que shed tears, not only because he felt these emotions, but also because he knew that he was about to endure the pain like the previous night.

A loud hum!

Ning Que felt that someone was standing in his sea of ​​consciousness, holding a sharp giant axe, and severely chop off his skull, as if he was about to break his head, and then jumped out.

The severe pain spread from the top of the head to the limbs, and he even felt that his skin was being pricked by countless fine needles. The feeling was like being peeled off and then sprinkled with countless handfuls of sea salt!

Ning Que’s face suddenly paled, and his body was trembling constantly, like a mountain that could collapse at any time, but he was prepared tonight, and he was forcibly maintaining a cross-legged posture.

“Liansheng! What are you going to do!”

He looked at the shadow on the wall and shouted angrily.

The shadow on the wall didn’t answer him, he was still struggling desperately, cursing and hitting against the sky, so the axe was still hacking his head.

Ning Que forcefully endured the pain, biting his lips tightly, and his trembling and hoarse voice leaked from the gaps between his teeth, appearing extremely terrible, and shouted: “If you don’t stop, I will kill you!”

Lian Sheng’s consciousness fragments were in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, and he had been lying quietly for many years. When Ning Que was in danger, it would occasionally brighten and give him instructions.

Although Liansheng’s consciousness is very strong, it is after all the remnants left after death. Ning Que believes that with the strength of his thought power, it can definitely be suppressed.

Shadow still ignored him, looking very contemptuous.

Because of the pain, Ning Que’s eyebrows kept beating, and his clothes were already drenched with sweat. Knowing that he could no longer bear it, he absolutely mobilized his mind and dived deep into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Although it is a bit of a pity and unwillingness, he still wants to crush the fragments of consciousness left by Liansheng, otherwise he may really go crazy in this pain, or even die directly.

It’s just that he forgot, there are two axes.

He had just mobilized his mind power, and another thunderous bell rang in the sky above the White Pagoda Temple.

The invisible giant axe fell from the high sky and slashed directly on him.

At this moment, he felt as if his body was split in half, and his heart was split in half.

Even though he was biting his lip, he couldn’t stop a miserable howl of pain from bursting out of his lips.

He fell to the ground in pain and kept vomiting blood, his body kept twisting, like a mud loach stuffed into a hot pot, and the ground quickly became blood-stained.

The axe from the sky continued to chop, and the axe from the sea of ​​consciousness continued to chop. His eyes were dizzy and he could no longer bear it. He passed out like this, but even in a coma, his body still twitched from time to time. The sky and the two sharp axes in the head were still hacking.

I don’t know how long it took. He woke up in the meditation room. The sky was bright outside the window. He was in a coma for a whole night. Fortunately, the bell stopped and the axe stopped.

He wiped the blood stains off the corners of his lips, and walked out of the monastery with difficulty to the lake.

The green board monk was by the lake, looking at his pale face and blood stains on his body, a little surprised, he said in a daze, “Brother, do you still kill living by chanting in the meditation house?”

Ning Que looked at the blue sky and asked: “Did you hear the bell?”

The green board monk looked dazed and said: “What clock?”

Ning Que’s expression was also very dazed, and said, “Why can only I hear it?”

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