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The Cui Family was generous enough to give her five hundred thousand taels of silver on their first meeting. It was hard to imagine. Such a large amount of silver was enough to do many things in the world.
Sangsang did not know why the Cui Family had sent so much silver, but she knew that if Ning Que accepted it, he would be in big trouble. However, she did not even think about it and thought that he should accept it.
This was five hundred thousand taels of silver. She had never seen so much money in her life.
Don't accept it? We will be punished by God like Mr. Ke.
Ning Que read the letter and knew the Cui Family's intention. He explained, "Your father's first wife is Cui Shi's cousin. She is now in Qinghe Prefecture. That year, it was this woman who sent you out of the Zeng Mansion with the intention of killing you. The Cui Family gave you this silver to ask you to forgive that woman, or at least not implicate the Cui Family. Therefore, this silver is not ours, but yours. "
Sangsang was slightly stunned and said, "This is worth five hundred thousand taels of silver?"
Ning Que said, "If you were the daughter of the Grand Secretary Zeng Jing, five hundred thousand taels of silver would be a bit expensive. But now you are the successor of the Divine Priest of Light. In the future, if you remember these things, even the aristocratic families in Qinghe Prefecture will not want to face the anger of the Great Divine Priest of West-Hill."
After understanding the origin of this thin note, Sangsang became a little hesitant. She looked at Ning Que and asked seriously, "Then do you think I should accept it?"
Ning Que said, "It depends on whether you want to forgive them."
Sangsang said, "Of course I won't forgive them. But I don't want to find that woman for revenge."
Ning Que was slightly surprised and asked, "Why?"
Sangsang said, "Because without that woman, I would not have been found by you."
Ning Que laughed and said, "If that is the case, then keep the note and let the Cui Family feel at ease."
Sangsang said worriedly, "Will it cause any trouble?"
Ning Que said, "What trouble can there be?"
Sangsang said, "Isn't it said that if you accept money from others, your hands will be short?"
Ning Que raised his right hand and said, "My hand won't become shorter … This silver is just to buy you to calm your anger. If the aristocratic families in Qinghe County really want to use this money to buy me to do something, do you think I'll just do it obediently?"
Sangsang said worriedly, "It's not good to take the money and do nothing, right?"
Ning Que looked at her and asked, "Is money more important or credibility?"
Sangsang thought for a moment and said, "It depends on how much money it is."
Ning Que gently waved the thin silver note in his hand.
Sangsang looked at the notes between his fingers and said without hesitation, "This is more important."
Then, she came to her senses and said awkwardly, "Is it a disease to love money so much?"
Ning Que said, "Loving money is not a disease, because not having money is fatal."
In fact, there was no need for any reason at all. Whether it was him or Sangsang, it was impossible for them to return the five hundred thousand taels of silver notes that they had received, even if it involved something more troublesome than Qinghe County, even if they had to pay the price of credibility and honor. That was because they had suffered enough from not having money since they were young. Their love or greed for money had long become an inviolable instinct.
If this was a disease, then they would definitely not be willing to cure it.
Due to the difficult life they had since childhood, Ning Que and Sangsang had developed some instinctive living habits. Apart from their love of money, they were also sensitive to danger and would jump away like rabbits if they could foresee trouble in advance. They would never cause any trouble, which were also some of the most distinctive habits.
Therefore, in the following days, Ning Que did not leave the cabin as the battleship slowly moved south on the surface of the Great Swamp. Xian Zhilang's ship invited him several times, but he gently but firmly refused.
Xian Zhilang was not a simple person. That was why he had so simply revealed his camp and thoughts to Ning Que in the conversation that day. The more complicated he was, the more Ning Que did not want to communicate with him, because he did not want to participate in the important matter of the succession of the Tang Empire's throne.
As a representative of the Academy entering the human realm, he was qualified to express his opinion on the succession of the Tang Empire's throne. However, he did not have any opinion. His only opinion was that the current Emperor was so wise that he could choose whoever he wanted to succeed the throne in the future.
As for whether the Academy should play a role in it, or whether it needed to gain some kind of benefit from it, the Academy really did not need it. No matter who became the Tang Empire's Emperor in the future, he must maintain respect for the Academy.
Moreover, Ning Que really did not care which Prince would be able to sit on the dragon throne in the future.
The core disciples of the Headmaster of Academy, who were on the second floor, naturally stood higher than the people on the ground. They could see further and did not care about the red dust that was gradually blown up by the wind.
What Ning Que cared about now had gradually gone beyond the scope of the human world and entered the realm of the outside world. It had become something that was unknown to the world, but would affect the entire world.
For example, the Underworld Invasion.
For example, the rumor that he was the Son of Yama.
For example, Sangsang's illness.
It was already autumn. The autumn wind, which should have been clear and slightly dry, was steamed by the boundless waters of the Great Swamp. It was moist and refreshing when it entered the window.
Ning Que looked at the lines that looked like cursive characters on the Fu paper slowly forming. With his sharp eyes, he confirmed that the black gold powder mixed in the Fu ink was evenly distributed in the lines. He put the brush in his hand on the inkstone and turned to look at the lake outside the window. He was silent and no one knew what he was thinking.
The more he thought about the unknown, the more vigilant he became. He always felt that something was happening in the unseen world, and that it seemed to be related to himself and the Academy.
Because the words "in the unseen world" were too ecstatic, he once again thought of the legend of the Underworld Invasion.
Even the Headmaster of Academy could not find the passage of the Light of Buddha to suppress the Underworld in the Lanke Temple. He thought that it was even more impossible for him to find it. But what if he was really the Son of Yama?
The rumor about Ning Que's identity had already spread in the world. He did not know what the Bhadantas of the Buddhism Sect who had wanted to kill him would do now, nor did he know what was waiting for him in the Lanke Temple. As the lake water gently swayed, they got closer to the Lanke Temple. He became more and more silent.
If he acted according to his instincts, because of the growing vigilance or strange omen in his heart, Ning Que might not hesitate to take Sangsang to stop the journey and return to Chang 'an as soon as possible.
But he did not do so. Instead, he let the fleet speed up.
Because Sangsang's illness suddenly relapsed.
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When they left Chang 'an, Sangsang's cold illness seemed to have healed. She went all the way south to bask in the sun, and it seemed that even the root of the illness was gone. But after they boarded the ship, Ning Que was surprised to find that the pair of little feet in his arms every night were getting colder and colder.
What made him even more uneasy was that basking in the sun and cultivating Divine Skills seemed to be unable to effectively suppress the cold Qi in Sangsang's body.
Sangsang did not feel the changes in her body, or she felt it, but she was worried that Ning Que would be worried, so she did not say anything and continued as usual every day.
Ning Que was worried that she would be worried, so he did not tell her. He began to pay attention to whether his wine bag was full. Every night, he quietly untied his clothes and placed Sangsang's cold little feet in the warmest place. Then he began to think about what the Headmaster had said before he left.
Only now did he understand why the Headmaster wanted him to take Sangsang to the Lanke Temple. It seemed that only the Elders of the Buddhism Sect who lived in seclusion could cure Sangsang.
Because he understood, he did not understand … He could not understand why even the West-Hill Divine Palace and the Academy could not cure Sangsang.
Was it still an illness that the Headmaster could not cure?
Since he could not understand, Ning Que stopped thinking about it. Anyway, no matter what the process was, the final result was already determined. He had to cure Sangsang, and then he had to go to the Lanke Temple to face the mercy or thunder of the Buddhism Sect. He might even have to face the moment when his identity as the Son of Yama was confirmed.
Walking in the Great Swamp, facing the lake wind, the surface of the water was dotted with white stars, and seagulls occasionally flew by.
Under the double pressure of vigilance against the unknown and worry about Sangsang's health, Ning Que cultivated silently. He kept writing talismans, meditating, and cultivating the Great Spirit every day.
Amidst the light of the lake, the originally indistinct threshold seemed to have become a little closer, a little clearer.
In the world, what people had to do often meant an opportunity for a breakthrough.
For Ning Que, there were only a few things in the world that he had to do, such as Sangsang's safety.
Long Qing threatened him with Sangsang at the Daming Lake in the Wilderness, and he broke into the Seethrough State. Then he shot Long Qing, who was about to enter the Knowing Destiny State, into a cripple. Now in the Great Swamp in autumn, he once again encountered an opportunity to break into the Knowing Destiny State. But this time, he did not even notice it.
As the saying goes, "A country in chaos produces a loyal minister, and a poet in grief and indignation."
Sangsang could help Ning Que break out of the state.
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In the depths of the West-Hill Mountains, far away from the Great Swamp, Prince Long Qing was also waiting for his own opportunity. He did not know if the opportunity would appear, or when it would appear. But he believed that the Abbey Dean had saved him from the state of the Living Dead by the South Sea, and sent him to the Zhishou Abbey, which was regarded as a holy land by all cultivators in the world, was a great opportunity for him.
Coming to the Zhishou Abbey allowed him to see the possibility of becoming a powerhouse again. It allowed him to vaguely find a chance for success, and ignited his burning desire. He thought that this was an opportunity, because these were what he thought in his heart, and all the thoughts in his heart were the will of Haotian.
However, there was always a distance between reality and ideal. Just like when he was collecting fish at the fishing port in the South Sea, he saw the wooden plank between the fishing boat and the dock. It seemed that he could easily board the fishing boat as long as he walked on it, but in fact, the plank was full of slippery fish scales and internal organs, and it was easy to slip and fall into the sea.
Long Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He knew that another of his ribs had been broken. He looked at the horrifying old Taoist priest who had only half of his body left on the snow couch. The old Taoist priest was screaming and seemed like he could beat him to death at any time. Pain and confusion appeared in his eyes.
How long would his life as a servant last? Where was the opportunity?
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