959 The Sky Wants to Strike You (2/2)

The shadow had no eyes, so naturally it couldn't look back at him.

Just when Ning Que thought that he would spend the night peacefully, a bell suddenly came from the White Tower Temple.

Just like the night before, the evening course had already ended, but the bell began to echo. He couldn't figure out where the bell came from, the Buddha hall or his heart.

Ning Que looked nervous, for he remembered that something strange happened last night after hearing the bell.

It was also true tonight. The bell seemed to be the signal of the beginning of the disaster. The bell which was supposed to make people calm made the shadow on the wall become crazy.

The shadow was no longer crossing its legs, but standing up and waving its arms toward the sky. From its fierce movements, it seemed like the shadow was not calling someone, but cursing loudly toward a certain spot in the sky.

The shadow turned into a black flame and kept dancing, as if it wanted to burn everything. And it also looked like a prisoner in pain who was burning at the stake. The body was scorched by the flame, which was particularly scary.

Ning Que felt sad and began to cry, for he once again felt the unwillingness, desperation, and anger of the shadow and sensed the endless desolation and sadness.

It seemed that he was seeing an old monk who was standing in front of a grave, facing the torrential rain falling in the night sky and angrily curssing at Taoism and Buddhism, as of it wished to tear the world apart.

Ning Que bursted into tears, not only because he sensed these emotions, but also because he knew that he was about to suffer the pain like the night before.

A loud noise!

Ning Que felt that someone was standing in his Ocean of Consciousness, holding a sharp axe and swinging it into his skull. It seemed like that person was trying to break his head and jump out.

The intense pain spread from his head to his limbs, and he even felt that his skin was being pinched by numerous fine needles. The feeling was like being peeled and then sprinkled with sea salt!

Ning Que suddenly turned pale, and his body kept shaking, like a mountain which might collapse at any time. But he had been prepared for tonight and forced himself to maintain the leg-crossed posture.

”Lian Sheng! What are you going to do?!” He looked at the shadow on the wall and shouted angrily.

The shadow on the wall did not answer him, but kept struggling desperately, screaming at the sky and striking. So the axe kept chopping Ning Que's head.

Enduring the pain, Ning Que bit his lips and shouted with trembling and hoarse voice, ”You stop now, or I will kill you!”

Lian Sheng's conscious fragments had been lying quietly in the depths of his Ocean of Consciousness for many years, and it would only shine and give some instruction when Ning Que encountered danger.

Although the consciousness of Lian Sheng was very powerful, it was after all only the remnants left after his death. Ning Que believed that he could suppress it with the strength of his Psyche Power.

The shadow still ignored him and seemed very contemptuous.

Because of the pain, Ning Que's eyebrows kept beating and his clothes had been soaked by sweat. He knew that he could no longer endure it, so he used his Psyche Power to dive into the depths of his Ocean of Consciousness.

Although he felt pity and unwilling to do so, he still had to destroy the fragments of consciousness left by Lian Sheng, otherwise he might actually go crazy in this kind of pain or even die directly.

But he forgot there were two axes.

Just as he mobilized his Psyche Power, a thunder-like bell came from the sky above the White Tower Temple.

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

At this moment, he felt that his body was split into halves and his heart was also split into halves.

Although he bit his lip, he couldn't stop his painful shouting.

He fell to the ground and vomited blood painfully, and his body kept twisting, like a loach in a hot pot. Soon the ground was besmeared with blood.

The axe from the sky continued to chop, and the axe from his Ocean of Consciousness continued to chop too. He could no longer bear the pain and finally passed out. But even in a coma, his body still twitched from time to time. Obviously, the two axes were still chopping nonstop.

After a long time, he woke up in the meditation room, and the sky was already bright. He was in a coma for the whole night, but fortunately, the bell and the axes stopped.

Wiping off the blood stains on his lips, he walked out of the meditation room and went to the lake.

Monk Qingban was on the lakeside. Seeing his pale face and the blood on his body, Qingban was surprised and asked, ”Elder brother, are you chanting or killing in the meditation room?”

Ning Que looked at the blue sky and asked, ”Have you heard the bell?”

Monk Qingban was stunned and said, ”What bell?”

Ning Que was also stunned and murmured, ”Why am I the only one who can hear it?”

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