The wind was scattered in the night forest... However, the thin snow that seemed light and fluttering... was not blown away by the whistling night wind, nor was it mixed into the dense snow and disappeared without a trace. Instead, it fell from the sky alone and coldly,

Ignoring the evil wind and companions around him, he slowly fell down and fell on the shoulders of the three worshippers.

The three worshippers of Qinghe County were tied up by the monk's handprints, and sat cross-legged in the snow, unable to move at all. They could not help but feel confused as they watched the thin snow fall on their shoulders.

When the thin snow fell, the monk stopped walking towards the lakeside, and his straw sandals were deeply trapped in the thick snow. Then he turned around and looked at the thin snow, silent.

A slight sound suddenly sounded in the forest. The sound was rubbing like sharp ice, accompanied by the wind and snow, and it naturally showed a sad feeling, and it sounded like a cicada.

Cicadas are creatures in summer and become silent when they encounter the autumn wind.

In the context, the chill is silent.

However, tonight, the wind and snow suddenly became cold, and countless cicadas seemed to appear in this forest!

The cicadas hid behind the branches, hid in the raised bark, hung among the spider webs, sat in the snow and snow, watching the monk singing unrestrainedly.

The sound of cicadas is formed.

Cicadas are everywhere in the forest.

The chirping sounds of cicadas in the forest become more and more cold and more shrill. The thick snow accumulated on the trees is shaken down, but there seem to be two large and transparent invisible cicada wings above the lake front snow forest.

, blocked the whole space today, so that the sound of cicadas here did not overflow from the forest.

The shrill sound of cicadas is colder than the ice and snow... more elusive than the night wind. It sounds everywhere, returns to silence everywhere, and then revives everywhere, and finally falls into the monk's ears.

The sound of cicadas in the forest seemed to be saying coldly: Turning back is the shore.

The monk's expression became more and more serious as he heard the increasingly sad cicada chirping.

His name is Qi Nian.

He came from the Hanging Temple of Invincible Land, and was the extremely powerful Buddhist sect walking in the world.

Because of the records in the scriptures in the temple, he came to Chang'an City from afar... to see the legendary son of the Pluto... he was even ready to kill the man even when facing the academy.

Since he practiced the silent meditation, his Zen mind has become stronger and more determined. Even the countless strong people in Chang'an City and the academy mountain in the south of the city cannot make his mind slightly moved.

Logically speaking, no sound could stop him.

But these sounds are different.

Because he knew that these cicada sounds represented a person.

That is the most mysterious person in the world, and it can even be said to be the most terrifying person in the world.

Not to mention him, even if the Hangkong Temple preaches here, listening to these sad cicadas, you must recommend it with the most cautious attitude.

Qi Nian's expression was solemn... even with the respect that younger generations should have, but his eyes were still firm, and he slowly pointed his hand at Yanming Lake behind him.

He used this action to tell the person behind the cicada sound that his other side was there.

At this time, the three worshippers of Qinghe County were tied to the snow rope transformed by the Buddha's handprints, and could not move at all... But he could see, listen, listen to the sad sound of cicadas in the forest... Looking at the thin cicadas on his shoulders

Yi's Xue's face became paler and paler... her expression became more and more startled.

He is a great practitioner of the realm of knowing the fate. He learned a lot of secrets of the world of cultivation in Qinghe County. Although he was not sure, he had vaguely guessed the identity of the man in the forest.

If it can trigger a chirping in such a storm on such a stormy night and make the great master of the Hanging Temple look so solemn, he can naturally be the most mysterious leader of the Demon Sect in the world, the twenty-three-year-old cicada!

After the destruction of the mountain gate of the Demon Sect, this force that had caused bloody storms in the world was already blocked, but no one dared to ignore the sect leader of the contemporary Demon Sect.

Many years have passed, no one has seen the leader of the Demon Sect, or even heard of this person, so the leader has become the most mysterious legend in the world of cultivation.

There are rumors that the Demon Sect leader has been practicing for 23 years and has become a demon, and has long turned into a pile of bones. However, some people say that the Demon Sect leader of this generation is hiding somewhere in the world, watching the storm of the world indifferently.

Rain may appear at any time, and it will call the wind and rain again.

But no matter how you think about it, no one in the world of cultivation will forget this person. Even those who firmly believe that he is dead are actually frightened and uneasy when they dream late at night. They always feel that one day in the future, the leader of the Demon Sect will be in all the things.

A moment that no one imagines will reappear in front of the world.

It is indeed a moment that no one can imagine.

At least it was an unimaginable moment for the three worshipers of Qinghe County.

Just before the decisive battle between Ning Que of the Academy and General Xiahou, the two sects of Taoism and Buddhism arrived in the world. When the storm and clouds met in Chang'an City, the cicadas and cicadas actually reappeared on the earth for twenty-three years!

The three worshippers were extremely frightened, but then he thought that the leader of the Demon Sect was confronting the great master of the Hangkong Temple, and he might find a glimmer of life, so his eyes turned subconsciously.

His eyes turned slightly, and he saw the snow on his shoulders as thin as a cicada's wings.

Then he remembered that he had forgotten some of the legendary things.

According to legend, the leader of the Demon Sect didn't kill many people, but that was because he disdained to kill ordinary people. He believed that only great practitioners in the realm of knowing life are qualified to be killed by themselves.

According to legend, the reason why this Demon Sect Master is the most mysterious person in the world is because he will kill everyone who has heard the cicadas.

The three worshipers are the realm of knowing the destiny, and tonight he heard the cicadas chirping.

The three worshippers figured out this matter and died.

The snow, as thin as a cicada's wing, flapping its wings and gently dragging it into his old neck.

Blood splattered out of its neck...splashed wildly into the wind and snow, making a hissing sound.

It's like a cicada.

The cicada chirping is the sound of the tympanic membrane vibrating in the cicada's belly. It can vibrate thousands of times in an instant. Therefore, the clear part can break silk, the sad part can urinate tears, and the bleak part can be dim.

The smell of blood splashes makes a sound, which is the friction and vibration of blood and wounds. It is very similar to the principle of cicadas singing, so the sound is also very similar, and it can be equally sad.

The mute monk turned around and looked at the three worshipers of Qinghe County who were sitting cross-legged in the deep snow... and frowned slightly, knowing that this was the warning from the man in the forest to him. He was a Buddhist disciple, and he could kill people but was unwilling to kill people, so he used to be Buddha before.

The sect hand seal tied the worshipper, but unexpectedly, he became an accomplice of the powerful man in the Demon Sect.

The monk knew why the twenty-three-year-old cicada had reappeared on earth and why he used the sound of cicadas to stop himself from walking towards Yanming Lake.

Because Xiahou is a traitor to the Demon Sect, he is the person that the cicada must kill for twenty-three years.

If the leader of the Demon Sect really died... then there is nothing... but since he is still alive, he must kill Xiahou, or watch Xiahou die.

Because of the academy and the Tang Dynasty court, the leader of the Demon Sect had endured for many years. Since the academy was determined to take action against Xiahou today, how could he allow others to intervene?

Twenty-three years of cicadas may be afraid of the Master.

But he would never be afraid of Hanging Temple or Zhining Temple.

A mute monk can understand the intention of the cicada sound, but it does not mean that he can accept it.

The Buddha Sect has always been called the heretic by the Haotian Taoist Sect... but after all, it is a member of the righteous path. Although he knows that the powerful Demon Sect in the forest is unfathomable and his will is as strong as him, how could he be so dissuaded?

He is the descendant of Xuankong Temple Qi Nian.

He began to be angry because of anger.

Not cute, not angry.

The monk still pursed his lips tightly, his eyes firmly... His hands were unsteady in front of the kapok robe, and in a moment, he formed a sharp handprint.

The most bright and powerful seal of the Buddha Sect is the seal of the Immortal King.

The two seemingly ordinary fingers in front of the old cassock, with their fingers raised like orchids... and they were like separation. The majestic aura dissipated along the handprints and towards the snow forest.

Silently... the snow in the forest suddenly scattered into the sky, and the wind and snow in the sky were stagnant.

The cicadas seemed to be everywhere in the night forest... and they also stagnated.

However, then, the cicada sounded again, and this time it became more and more irritable.

It seemed like a friend was ridiculing loudly.

The wind and snow in the forest became even faster, and the fallen faster. The snow that had just started to shake from the ground instantly covered the ground again, and the snowflakes dancing in the sky were hissing and squirting towards Qi Nian's body.

Qi Nian's expression remained unchanged. He stepped on the snowy surface with straw sandals, tied his right calf, hitting his left knee bend, and then sat on the snow and sat half a snow lotus plate.

The snowflakes that were shot in the sky were like countless cicadas, roaring and hitting Qi Nian's body.

The surface of Qi Nian's body seems to have an invisible barrier.

When the snowflakes were half an inch away from his body, they could no longer move forward. However, the snowflakes did not fall down, but stuck to the surface of his body like cotton wool.

But in an instant, his cassock was covered with snow, leaving only his head and face, and his hands with the unmoved Ming Wang seal in front of him were still outside, looking like a snowman.

Qi Nian looked deep in the night forest, looking at the frost gradually growing on the key hair, the muscles on her cheeks twitched slightly, as if he was hesitating whether to speak or not.

He practiced hard for fifteen years and was finally going to speak tonight?

Just friends at this time.

A sound suddenly sounded deep in the night forest.

The sound was so quiet.

It forms a sharp contrast with the irritating cicadas in the forest.

However, such a quiet voice was so cold.

"If you speak, I will create a hundred thousand mutes in the world."

Hearing this, the monk was furious, opened his eyes wide, and looked deep in the night forest. The frost on the burning eyelashes evaporated into water vapor, and the snow on his body turned into warm water.

He knew that even if he broke the precepts and spoke tonight, he might not be able to defeat that person, but that person would definitely cause a bloody storm in the world.
To be continued...