The old monk looked at Ning Que warmly and said with a smile, "You don't seem to have heard of me."
Ning Que was slightly stunned and said, "Everyone should have heard of you?"
The old monk squeezed out a self-deprecating smile with difficulty on his face that was as skinny as a ghost. He said, "It may sound a little ridiculous, but I think that only a few decades have passed. The people of the younger generation should still remember my name."
Ning Que did not know what to say. He looked at Ye Hongyu's cold gaze and Mo Shanshan's helplessness. He thought to himself, Could it be that Divine Lord Lotus was telling the truth?
"If you know my story, you should know that I comprehended Tao in Lanke Temple and served the chief monk of Xuankong Temple in preaching. I passed by the Divine Hall twice but did not enter. But in the end, I still became the Great Divine Priest of Judgment. However, I think you two girls would not know that I almost became the Great Priest of the Devil's Doctrine."
The old monk looked gently at the three young people who could not hide their shock. He said slowly, "Since the Devil's Doctrine could infiltrate the countries of the Central Plains, the Buddhist sects of the Central Plains must have done something similar. Don't be too surprised."
"Looking back at my life, I have experienced too many things. Sometimes when I think about it in the middle of the night, I find it exciting. But if I think about it carefully, the proudest thing in my life is to have a friend like Ke Haoran. You ask me why I want Ke Haoran to die? "
The old monk looked at Ning Que with a compassionate but slightly bitter expression, "Because he is my best friend. I know his earth-shattering abilities better than anyone else. When I was young, I accompanied him in the mountains for a few years. When I met him again, I was shocked to find that his abilities were getting stronger and he was getting closer to the darkness of the night. "
"There are many kinds of friends, but I want to be a good friend. The more capable Ke Haoran is, the more I can't accept the change in his view of the world. That's why I'm going to drag him into this bloody storm at all costs, even if it will hinder my life's wishes. I'd rather he die with the Devil's Doctrine than fall into the Devil's Path."
The room fell into a dead silence as they listened to the distant but still soul-stirring past. Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan lowered their heads subconsciously. The young Talisman Master had vaguely heard about it from her teacher. The Tao Addict had lived in the West-Hill Divine Palace for a long time, so she knew Mr. Ke's story better than most people in the world.
Ning Que had never heard of it. Through the indirect narration of his Senior Brothers and Sisters in the Back Mountain, Youngest Uncle's image was always so lofty and proud, holding a cyan-steel sword in his hand and swearing at the heavens and the earth, invincible in the world. How could he relate it to the image of the Devil's Doctrine?
He raised his eyebrows, looked at Master Lotus and asked, "How did my Youngest Uncle join the Devil?"
The old monk sighed and said, "The devil comes from the heart. Anyone can become a devil."
Ning Que was not a typical Tang, but he still retained a lot of Tang's bearing in his bones. He did not believe this at all. He shook his head and said calmly and affirmatively, "My Youngest Uncle is invincible in the world. He is the most powerful in both strength and spirit. He does not need external help, so why would he cultivate the Devil's Doctrine?"
The old monk said with a gentle expression, "He has never cultivated the Devil's Doctrine. Just as you said, he does not need the help of the Devil's Doctrine. But you do not know that a person like Ke Haoran is like the Great Divine Priest of Light a thousand years ago. He will not be confused by external factors, but he will go astray because of his own thoughts. When his view of the world changes, he will start to turn his back on the glory of Haotian and walk towards the dark side. "
Ning Que was stunned and said, "I don't understand."
Hearing this honest or stupid answer, the old monk laughed and shook his head very slowly. Then, he gradually stopped laughing and looked at Ning Que calmly and said, "Anyway, when he picked up that sword, he had already become a devil."
Ning Que asked, "Haoran Sword?"
The old monk agreed.
Ning Que thought of the book "A Preliminary Exploration of Haoran Sword" that he read in the old library and the sword-riding skill that Second Brother taught him in the back mountain of the Academy. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "Haoran Sword has nothing to do with the Devil's Doctrine."
The old monk looked at him and said with a smile, "People only know about the Haoran Sword, but not the Great Spirit. If you have the opportunity to understand what the Great Spirit is in the future, you will probably understand why I said that."
Ning Que vaguely understood something. It was probably because Youngest Uncle's state was too strong in the past. In order to achieve a breakthrough or in philosophy, he created the Great Spirit, just like the Great Divine Priest of Light a thousand years ago. However, the Great Spirit was something that Haotian did not allow to exist, just like the Devil's Doctrine.
"I still don't understand."
Ning Que looked at the old monk in the White Bone Mountain and said with a smile, "Anyway, I do not believe that Youngest Uncle will become a devil."
This was unreasonable. Anyway, whether it was the Tangs or the Academy, they were best at being unreasonable. He thought to himself, "After all, this is the past from decades ago. Even if you are the Divine Lord Lotus, what can you do to me?"
"Mr. Ke did become a devil later on."
Ye Hongyu suddenly said. She turned back to look at Ning Que and said, "In the end, he was punished by Heaven and died."
Ning Que was stunned. Then, he jumped up like a wild cat whose tail had been stepped on. He scolded loudly, "Punish your mother!"
Hearing such vulgar words, Ye Hongyu strangely did not retaliate in anger. Instead, she looked at him with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, she said, "I respect Mr. Ke and will spare your life for now."
Looking at her reaction, Ning Que suddenly understood that she was telling the truth.
In the back of the mountain of the Academy, Second Brother had said that Youngest Uncle had died, but he did not say how he died. Regardless of whether it was Master Yan Se or other cultivators, no one had ever mentioned that there was a Youngest Uncle in the Academy.
It turned out that Youngest Uncle had used such a method to leave this world.
Youngest Uncle was Second Brother's idol. Second Brother was Ning Que's idol. Hence, Youngest Uncle was his biggest idol. It was a pity that he had only heard a few words in the wind. Hence, he did not have a clear image of Youngest Uncle. He could only vaguely feel proud from afar.
Now that he had come to the Wilderness and felt the proud and confident aura in the vast Tianqi Mountains, Youngest Uncle became alive in his spiritual world. He followed the aura and passed through the mountains into the verdant valley. He broke through the realm and comprehended Tao by the lake. He confidently and firmly stepped over the Stone Array Tactics and arrived at the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine.
Here, he had finally heard Youngest Uncle's story and guessed the ending of the story. While he was shocked and sad, he suddenly realized that this was the natural course of the story.
For a proud and confident person like Youngest Uncle, when there was nothing in the world that was worthy of his attention, he would naturally pull out the sword at his waist and point it at the sky above his head.
However, could humans still not defeat Heaven?
Ning Que stood silently in the mountain of bones and did not know what to say.
The old monk sat quietly in the mountain of bones. From the moment he heard that Ke Haoran had joined the Devil and was punished by Heaven, he fell into absolute silence, just like how he had been for the past decades. A merciful Light of Buddha appeared on his skinny, skeletal face.
"In the end, he still died like this."
The old monk lowered his head and sighed. It was hard to tell whether it was a sigh of praise or sorrow. As he sighed, his body that was as skinny as a skeleton suddenly relaxed. Dust splashed out from the cracks of his bones or his tattered monk robe.
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After the dusty stories were told, it was time to talk about the love and hatred in the present world. Everything in the world was always repeating in such a boring cycle. Ye Hongyu's bare legs tightened slightly, and her right hand held onto the Taoist Sword at her waist.
Ning Que suddenly woke up. He looked at her back and frowned slightly. He quickly said, "Master Lotus is in such a situation. Are you in a hurry to take action now? In my opinion, it is better to save him first."
The old monk slowly raised his head and looked at the young man calmly and mercifully. He smiled and said, "I am a person who has bound myself. If I don't want to come out, who can help me?"
Ye Hongyu knew that Ning Que was trying to stall for time. She remained silent and held onto the hilt of her sword tightly. Just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly saw Divine Lord Lotus looking at her and shaking his head. She could not help but feel a chill in her heart and stopped what she was doing.
The old monk smiled and said, "I have been hiding here for decades to atone for my sins. I have never left the outside world to fight and kill. Why must you children let me see all this? There are only bones in front of me, why kill again? "
Ye Hongyu did not understand. Legend had it that when Divine Lord Lotus was still a Bhadanta of the Buddhism Sect, he had killed people in front of the Divine Hall's hierarch and other powerhouses. Occasionally, he would turn into a thunderous rage. How could he be such a kind and withered monk?
However, looking at Divine Lord Lotus's deep eyes that were filled with kindness, warmth, and peace, even though she was mentally strong, she could not help but feel her body and mind relax. She could no longer have any competitive spirit and her right hand slowly let go of the sword hilt.
The old monk said gently, "I never thought that the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine would open one day. Since you are able to enter the Front Gate at such a young age, you must be the most outstanding young people in the world. It is indeed a form of torture for young people like you to listen to these boring old stories. However, thinking that you are the future of the cultivation world, I really hope that you can control your temper and continue listening to this story. "
Upon hearing this, Ye Hongyu did not think much. She bowed and sat back on the ground.
Mo Shanshan had been sitting quietly on the ground with her legs crossed.
As long as Ning Que did not have to risk his life against the Tao Addict, he would not have any objections even if he was asked to tell the story for three days and three nights. Therefore, he said sincerely, "Master, please enlighten me."
Ye Hongyu frowned slightly. She hated this person's shamelessness.
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"Everyone in the world thought that the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall had done the murder in the Lanke Temple. Only I and a few people in the Divine Hall knew that it was done by the Devil's Doctrine. When we were about to find the right time to tell Ke Haoran, he had already seen through the truth. Of course, it was only the first layer of the truth. To be honest, I still do not know how he saw through it."
"That day, I saw him riding a donkey to the Daming Lake. I saw him disperse the lake water with a wave of his hand. I saw him cut through the Stone Array Tactics with his sword. I was very comforted because I thought that my plan was about to succeed."
The old monk paused for a long time before continuing softly, "That was because I thought that no matter if he destroyed the Devil's Doctrine or was killed by the Devil's Doctrine, he would never have the chance to join the Devil again. I had done my duty as a friend."
Ning Que thought that Youngest Uncle must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to have a friend like you.
The old monk said with endless regret and pain, "However, I have never seen anyone kill people like that in my life."
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