Chapter 608: There are eagles hitting the sky in the Western Regions
The little mute saw the young monk coming straight to the gate of Lao Dao's courtyard. He hurriedly hid in the corner of the courtyard. He recognized the monk and was certainly impressed. The good monk came to Fenglin Town near dusk.
Yes, and he also saw with his own eyes that the monk went to the inn in the streets of Fenglin Town. Why did the young monk come to Lao Dao's house in the middle of the night? This made him very puzzled. After all, Lao Dao's house already had
Guest.
He saw the little monk from a distance, but what he didn't expect was that the little monk's figure looked very far away, but in the blink of an eye, the little monk was almost in front of his courtyard. He almost didn't believe it.
With his own eyes, if he hadn't seen the little monk during the day, he would have thought he saw a ghost. However, when he blinked again, the figure of the little monk had appeared in front of Lao Dao's courtyard.
Ning Bugui looked at Lao Dao without saying a word, and then signaled to him. Lao Dao did not move, but stared at the firewood placed under the corner of the stake with a strange light in his eyes.
Dao. Ning Bugui saw that Lao Dao was indifferent. He couldn't help but feel a little curious. However, being curious is not a good thing. Anyone would be a little curious about the person who knocked on the door in the middle of the night.
Lao Dao sat still. They were the only two people in the courtyard. Ning Bugui had no choice but to get up and open the courtyard door. Apart from the two crazy women in Maplewood Town, he didn't pay attention to anyone else.
So he didn't have any fear. Even though his inner power was sealed, he still had the courage to be a killer.
"Little monk, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Ning Bugui opened the courtyard door, and under the dim moonlight stood a young monk with thin skin and tender flesh. This little monk was wearing an extremely gorgeous dress.
The cassock reflected the moonlight and reflected a faint halo. When Ning Bugui saw the little monk for the first time, he felt dizzy because of the halo reflected on the cassock.
The little monk looked at Ning Bugui, but did not reply. His eyes fell on the thick man sitting on the wooden stake from behind Ning Bugui. As for the little monk ignoring him, Ning Bugui
Gui felt a trace of annoyance in his heart. The little monk came here in the middle of the night, but ignored the person who opened the door for him. Instead, he focused on the silent old knife. But he seemed to have forgotten that he
He is just a guest in this courtyard, and the old sword sitting there is the owner of this courtyard.
"Little monk, this is not a temple, and there is nothing for you in this dark night. You should go." Ning Bugui held back his anger. He had been tortured enough by the two crazy women.
, I didn’t expect that this young monk would despise me so much.
The little monk raised his very delicate eyes and stared at Ning Bugui, which made Ning Bugui feel a little guilty. This little monk is so damn handsome, look at that face, it looks like
The woman's face was the same, as smooth as jade. If Ning Bugui had not seen countless people, he would have thought she was a nun who ran away from some nunnery. As for the extremely gorgeous cassock on the little monk's body, he had already worn it.
Ignored it.
Being stared at by the young monk, Ning Bugui felt guilty for a while, but before he could let his body out, he still blocked the courtyard door, preventing the young monk from entering. However, what he didn't expect was that,
His eyes met that of the little monk, and he instantly felt dizzy. Then the little monk in his eyes disappeared, and only a few brilliant rays of light were spinning in his eyes.
There was an inexplicable sting in his mind, and he came back to his senses. When he took another closer look, he found that the little monk standing in front of him was really gone. And he was shocked to find that his body was actually gone.
He turned sideways and made a gap. Such an encounter shocked him. When he turned around, he found that the figure of the young monk had arrived in front of Lao Dao, looking at the sitting figure with a strange light.
On a monk-like man.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was as calm as water, and there was a strange atmosphere in the quiet courtyard. The three of them were speechless and speechless, but the three of them had their own thoughts. Especially Ning Bugui, he didn't expect that this little monk was like this.
It's amazing, I accidentally fell into this little monk's trap, and I still fell into his trap willingly.
He is another strange person. Lao Dao is strange. Of course, Ning Bugui is also a strange person. Compared with the young monk, Ning Bugui feels that he is relatively normal. He cannot see that the young monk is real.
age, but he felt that the little monk was very extraordinary, even more extraordinary than Yu Wen Bufan, and this thought in his mind just passed through his mind. If Yu Wen Bufan knew his evaluation of this monk, then they
The friendship between them may be overturned.
"You're here." Lao Dao finally broke the silence and said to the young monk. This surprised Ning Bugui. Lao Dao actually knew the young monk, and judging from his expression, there shouldn't be only one relationship between them.
The understanding was so simple. So, Ning Bugui stood in the courtyard gate with great interest, leaned against the courtyard gate, and became a bystander.
"Yes, I'm here." The young monk also replied to Lao Dao, but he sat down on the wooden stake where Ning Bugui had just sat without any courtesy. Looking at his expression, there seemed to be no concern at all.
It feels strange, like a wanderer returning home, so casual and natural.
"Why don't you see your immortal master? He came all the way from the Western Regions to this remote town. You two masters and disciples have really worked hard. What's wrong with the Western Regions? You two masters and disciples are worshiped by thousands of people.
Why do you have to go to the Central Plains when you are admired by everyone?" The muscles on Lao Dao's face moved slightly, but his eyes never glanced at the young monk, as if he was not talking to the young monk.
"I'm here to find you. Do you think we won't look for you after you've been running away for so many years?" The young monk didn't care that Lao Dao didn't look at him. He looked up his childish face and answered with a slight smile.
Said. The childish luster on his face slowly weakened as he spoke, and a solemn and solemn aura slowly rose.
"It's been so many years, why can't you let go and think that I am the Living Buddha? In fact, you yourself are the Living Buddha, and I am just an ordinary person who has been abandoned. Why are you still looking for me after all these years?
You and I can all become Living Buddhas." Lao Dao's tone began to become heavier, and a bitter look appeared on his face that had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Ning Bugui was confused. He didn't know what a Living Buddha was, but he knew that Lao Dao and the young monk were both from the Western Regions. Moreover, they were quite familiar with each other. It seemed that Lao Dao was a Living Buddha from the Western Regions.
Then he ran away and went to the Central Plains. What on earth was this living Buddha? He couldn't help but wonder in his heart. With this curiosity, he decided to continue listening. There seemed to be some story in it, but there was something in his heart.
It’s melancholy, having stories but no wine is really disappointing.
"Why should we take you back? We just need to take your head back. The people of the Western Regions believe that their living Buddha has not yet thought about them. What I want to do is to bring the head of the Living Buddha back to the Western Regions. Then
The people of the Western Regions have no extravagant hopes. In this case, a new living Buddha will appear." The childish color on the young monk's face began to slowly fade away, and the solemn and solemn aura began to spread, but he did not show any signs of it.
Concealing the cruel light in his eyes.
"Everyone says it's neither good nor bad, but I never thought about not quitting or quitting. It's not good, it's not good. You don't even know what kind of disciple you have accepted. It is said that there is an eagle in the Western Regions that has grown up.
, and the eagle wanted to soar to the highest altitude of the sky. Suddenly one day, the eagle seemed to touch the extreme of the sky, and its heart was once again filled with another ambition. It wanted to break through the sky.
Outside." Lao Dao murmured to himself, and a dead color condensed in his eyes. The color was not brilliant, there was no dazzling light, only a dead dark color.
When he saw such a dead look in Lao Dao's eyes, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Whenever Lao Dao received a mission, there would be such a dead look in his eyes, which represented Lao Dao's
There was already murderous intention in his heart. He thought to himself, this little monk turned out to be the one who killed Lao Dao. No wonder he visited late at night. He couldn't help but secretly look forward to Lao Dao's action. He hadn't seen Lao Dao do it for a long time.
.
"An eagle is an eagle after all. Although it wants to break the sky, it still can't get rid of the shackles of the sky. In the words of the Central Plains people, it means breaking the void. Although this is the ultimate in martial arts, it is consistent with the concept of my Western Tantra, martial arts
It's just a means to achieve the goal. In the end, people have to take off that layer of skin." Monk Bujie had a brilliant light in his eyes, which was the light that came out when he looked at Ning Bugui just now.
light.
Ning Bugui listened in confusion. He didn't know which of the two was the eagle, and he was confused himself. He leaned against the courtyard door and listened carefully to the conversation between them.
Dialogue, Shattered Void He knew that this was the ultimate goal pursued by martial arts cultivators, but how did this have the same concept as the Tantric Sect of the Western Regions?
"But you are wrong. Even if the eagle touches the threshold beyond the sky, that day is still that day. There are thunder and lightning in the sky. These are enough to block the eagle's wings. Not to mention all the things in the world.
, the sun, the moon and the stars are enough to lay a big net that is difficult to break free, and the eagle is tightly trapped under the sky. Do you think the eagle will succeed? It is clear that the eagle will not succeed, but it still spreads its wings and flies towards the sky.
It rushes to the top of the sky, do you think it is stupid or stupid?"
"You are not an eagle. How do you know whether it is stupid or stupid? You are not from the Western Region. How do you know that there is no way in the Western Region to make the eagle break through the sky?" The young monk's gorgeous eyes slowly took shape and finally converged into one.
The colorful rainbow light. The rainbow light is particularly dazzling in this night. Even the full moon that spits out endless brilliance looks so dim in the colorful brilliance.
"Don't say that the eagle can't fly to the end of the sky. Even if the eagle flies to the end of the sky, it can't break through this barrier. It can only spread its wings wantonly under the sky. The sky gives it a pair of wings that go straight into the sky.
, had it not broken through its own barrier and angered the sky, then the eagle's wings would have been retracted by the sky." The deathly look in Lao Dao's eyes became more and more intense, and he slowly said
He stretched out his right hand, and suddenly there was a very conspicuous cutoff scar on the thumb of his right hand.
Ning Bugui was shocked. He talked with Lao Dao for a long time, but he didn't realize that Lao Dao's right thumb was broken. Lao Dao, who had always been addicted to knives, had no right thumb. How would he hold the knife?
He looked at the little monk again with seven-colored light in his eyes, and found that he had not underestimated the little monk. He felt that he wanted to do something, so he raised his feet and walked slowly in the direction of Lao Dao and the little monk.
go.
"Yes, if an eagle has no wings, is it still an eagle?" The little monk lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then said lightly. At this time, Ning Bugui was only about ten steps away from them, and he couldn't help but raise his head towards Ning.
When Bugui went towards Ning Bugui, he saw the brilliant brilliance flowing in his eyes, shooting towards Ning Bugui like a real sword.
Lao Dao didn't make any move, but the hatchet under the corner of the stake where he sat down let out a soft groan. The hatchet suddenly jumped and immediately appeared on Lao Dao's left hand. And the hatchet
The old knife crossed in front of him, and the dead luster in his eyes was reflected on the hatchet, and a faint black light hit the colorful light shooting out of the young monk's eyes.