The sound of the copper bell was crisp and sweet. It could clear one's heart. Kingfishers hopped on the road to welcome the people coming down from Wa Mountain. There were more than ten sadhus from Yuelun Kingdom, wearing bamboo hats and holding iron staffs. The old woman with wrinkles and a mean expression was naturally Aunt Quni Madi, who had a high status in the Buddhism Sect. She was still as beautiful as a flower, but obviously looked more haggard. Lu Chenjia, the Flower Addict, walked silently beside her.
The most eye-catching thing was the light chariot in the middle of the crowd. The curtains on the chariot were embroidered with Buddhist mantras and painted with beautiful pictures of Buddhist stories. It looked extremely solemn and beautiful. No one knew who was sitting in the Buddhist chariot, but the abbot of Lanke Temple and the last disciple of Elder Qishan, Monk Guan Hai, were standing respectfully by the side.
Looking at the black horse carriage beside Jumping Tiger Stream and Ning Que, who was holding the iron bow, Quni Madi's right hand, which was holding the walking stick, had blue veins popped out. She did not know what kind of pain he had caused her. She looked old, and the hatred in her eyes grew stronger. Lu Chenjia, on the other hand, looked indifferent, as if she did not see Ning Que at all.
Looking at the people coming up from the mountain path, Ning Que thought that if it was just Quni Madi and the Flower Addict, Monk Guan Hai would not have to leave his wife behind to welcome them personally. So his gaze fell on the Buddhist chariot, and he guessed that the monk in the chariot was not an ordinary person. He might even be from Xuankong Temple.
When the cultivators saw that it was Aunt Quni Madi and the Flower Addict, they all bowed and greeted them. At the same time, like Ning Que, they guessed the identity of the person in the Buddhist chariot. How dare he speak to the disciples of the Academy in a lecturing tone?
Quni Madi nodded indifferently, returning the greeting. She was one of the most senior people in the cultivation world, and she had earned her reputation because of her age. Naturally, she did not need to exchange pleasantries with these juniors. Moreover, her attention was always on Ning Que. If the hatred in her eyes could turn into flying knives, Ning Que would have already been pierced by her eyes and bleeding profusely.
The Flower Addict, Lu Chenjia, remained indifferent and silent. No matter how respectful the cultivators were, she did not respond. It was as if the world around her did not exist.
Seeing that Ning Que was still aiming at the yellow-robed old monk, the deep and majestic voice came from the Buddhist chariot again. It sounded extremely strict, "Soldiers are inauspicious. Put it down now!"
After a moment of silence, Ning Que loosened the tight bowstring and moved the arrowhead slightly.
No longer being targeted by the iron arrow, the yellow-clothed old monk suddenly felt that the piercingly cold killing intent that had enveloped him had disappeared without a trace. Only then did he realize that his monk robe was already wet with sweat. Only then did he understand his previous fear and could not help but smile bitterly.
Seeing this scene, the cultivators who were still nervous immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
Quni Madi looked at Ning Que and said in a hoarse voice, "The Academy only knows how to bully the weak …"
Suddenly, her resentful and mocking voice came to an abrupt halt.
Because the iron arrow in Ning Que's hand was aimed at the Buddhist chariot!
In Quni Madi's view, the eminent monk in the Buddhist chariot would definitely be able to shock the Academy. She had wanted to take this opportunity to humiliate Ning Que, but she did not expect Ning Que to be so tough!
She scolded sternly, "Ning Que, how dare you!"
From hearing the crisp copper bell coming from the mountain path and the deep Buddhist voice, Ning Que knew that a real sublime being from the Buddhism Sect had arrived. He even vaguely guessed the person's origin.
But so what?
"Of course the Academy likes to bully the weak. But in fact, we prefer to smash the seemingly hardest things, whether it's the rules or those who like to put on airs."
Ning Que aimed the iron arrow at the shadow of the monk in the Buddhist chariot and said, "There are so many people by the stream today. It seems that the master has the highest state and the toughest means. I wonder if you dare to take an arrow from me."
The bowstring was tightened again and the iron arrow was ready to be shot again. However, this time when Ning Que pulled the bow, it was completely different from when he had aimed at the yellow-robed old monk. An extremely powerful aura was slowly released from his body.
The kingfishers, who were jumping happily under the Buddhist chariot and intoxicated by the benevolent aura of the eminent monk in the chariot, sensed this powerful and cold aura. They uttered a few frightened cries and flapped their wings, flying into the green bamboo and disappearing.
The autumn wind gradually blew and the big green tree swayed restlessly. The dense branches and leaves rustled and were affected by the aura of the iron arrow in Ning Que's hand. Hundreds of green leaves fell and fell around the black horse carriage.
As this powerful aura appeared on Ning Que, the cultivators with high states on the hill suddenly changed their expressions. Cheng Ziqing, the powerhouse from the Sword Garret, who was in the Knowing Destiny State, had the strongest reaction. His slender hands moved randomly and unconsciously. Stimulated by this aura, he held the air in a semicircle and had a strong impulse to unsheathe his sword!
Quni Madi's expression became extremely ugly. She had vaguely guessed something, but she could not believe that Ning Que, whom she hated the most, had such a Lucky Chance.
Monk Guan Hai knew Ning Que's temperament and said in shock, "Senior Brother Thirteen, quickly put down the arrow. The master is the president of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple. You must not act rashly!"
With these words, there was an uproar. Everyone was extremely shocked and could not believe what they had heard. The Unknown Place was a legend in the cultivation world. It was extremely difficult for ordinary cultivators to see them. But today, in the Wa Mountain, they had seen the disciples of the back of the mountain of the Academy and then people from the Xuankong Temple. It was really unbelievable!
If the Academy was said to be a place connecting the two worlds, and everyone knew that it was located in the south of Chang 'an City, they would occasionally have the opportunity to see the Unworldly Sublime Beings in the back of the mountain. However, the Zhishou Abbey of the Haotian Taoism Sect and the Xuankong Temple of the Buddhism Sect had only appeared in the Classics and rumors. Basically, no one had seen them.
Everyone looked at the Buddhist chariot and thought in shock, "Could it really be the eminent monks of the Xuankong Temple behind the curtain?" Would the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Meeting of the Lanke Temple attract so many Unworldly Sublime Beings?
It was natural for people to be excited. However, at this time, no one walked to the Buddhist chariot to greet Ning Que like they did before. Because the Buddhist chariot was being aimed at by an iron arrow.
Hearing monk Guan Hai's words, Ning Que's expression did not change at all. His left hand that was holding the iron bow was as steady as the thousand-year mountain stream. He calmly and attentively waited for the person in the Buddhist chariot to reply.
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The Academy versus the Xuankong Temple.
Mr. Thirteen versus the president of the Commandment Yard.
Just these names were enough to shock the cultivation world. The cultivators by the mountain stream subconsciously suppressed their urge to exclaim and watched the scene nervously. Even their breathing slowed down.
The confrontation between the Unknown Place actually happened in the mortal world. To be able to witness such a battle with their own eyes was enough to make ordinary cultivators go crazy. How could they not be excited and nervous?
It was unusually quiet by the mountain stream. Only the mournful cries of the kingfishers in the bamboo forest could be heard, as well as the soft hoofbeats of the horses that were scattered on the grass.
They were waiting for the deep voice to ring out from the Buddhist chariot again.
They were looking forward to how the person from the Xuankong Temple in the Buddhist chariot would face the arrow from the Academy.
For a long time, no sound came from the Buddhist chariot.
The autumn wind ruffled the green leaves. The eminent monk of Xuankong Temple remained silent.
Ning Que asked him if he dared to take an arrow from him.
The monk of Xuankong Temple did not answer.
He didn't dare to.
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Ning Que was not surprised by the Buddhist chariot's silence.
For ordinary cultivators in the world, Xuankong Temple had a legendary status, and they had an innate reverence for it.
But he came from the Academy and had seen the monks of the Xuankong Temple, so he treated them calmly.
From the moment he heard the sound of the copper bell, he had been trying to determine the level of the other party's cultivation.
He did not know what kind of place the Commandment Yard was, nor did he know the position of the President of the Commandment Yard in the temple. But he was sure that the President of the Commandment Yard was not as powerful as the legendary Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple.
The Buddhism Sect did not have the theory of the five states of cultivation, but there was the profound meaning of enlightenment.
After listening to these two sentences, he was sure that this person from the Xuankong Temple must be someone who was enlightened. If he were to compare it to the state of cultivation, he would at least be in the Knowing Destiny State.
If it were Ning Que in front of the Red Lotus Temple, he would definitely turn around and run when faced with a powerhouse at the Knowing Destiny State.
However, in that autumn rain, he had already entered the Knowing Destiny State.
This Xuankong Temple monk's state of cultivation should be a little higher than Prince Long Qing's. But in terms of evil and horrifying skills, and in terms of cunning and practical methods, he was probably not as good as Long Qing.
After Ning Que entered the Knowing Destiny State, ordinary cultivators in the Knowing Destiny State would not be able to take on his Primordial Thirteen Arrows without preparation. Moreover, he had been silent for too long after coming to the Wa Mountain. Today, he had drawn the bow twice but had not shot it. This arrow was the one that he was most eager to shoot.
If Long Qing were to reappear here, he would not be able to take on this arrow.
So he was sure that the Xuankong Temple monk in the Buddhist chariot would not be able to take it either. Then the other party would not dare to take it.
Looking at the Buddhist chariot that had been silent for a long time, Ning Que said with a smile.
"Since you dare not take it, then please continue to remain silent."
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If you dare not take it, then continue to remain silent.
The kingfisher hiding in the bamboo seemed to understand Ning Que's words. It was so frightened that it did not dare to chirp. The horses on the grassy slope also stopped in fear. It was really silent.
Quni Madi could not believe what she had seen. She even looked a little desperate. The Flower Addict, who had always been indifferent and ignorant, could not help but look at Ning Que standing on the black horse carriage. Her eyes were extremely complicated.
There was dead silence beside the mountain stream. Everyone present was shocked and could not believe their eyes. Because of Ning Que's tyrannical power, and also because of the Academy's power, he had actually forced the Xuankong Temple monk to remain silent. This shocked everyone present and no one dared to respond.
"He has cultivated for three years and entered the Knowing Destiny State. How can there be such an unreasonable thing in the world?"
Cheng Ziqing, the powerhouse from the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom, looked at Ning Que standing on the black horse carriage against the autumn wind. He murmured in a slightly hoarse voice, "Senior Brother, you once said that the Headmaster of the Academy is as tall as several stories. Now it seems that there is no building as tall as the Headmaster of the Academy in the world. What is more frightening is that … there are several more tall buildings in the Academy."
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