The wind blew through the trees, and the mountain stream was silent. Everyone was shocked speechless. The curtains around the Buddhist chariot fluttered, and the figure in monk's robe could be vaguely seen.
The high monk of Xuankong Temple remained silent. It was not until today when he faced the cold iron arrow that he realized that the arrow was more terrible than it was rumored to be.
The bowstring divided the world before Ning Que's eyes into two. He looked at the monk in the Buddhist chariot, which was cut by the bowstring and aimed at by the arrowhead. He said, "In the eyes of the world, Xuankong Temple is a sacred Unknown Place. Moreover, you are far away in the West Wilderness and rarely enter the human world, so you are even more mysterious. But you seem to have forgotten that I am from the Academy. To me, Xuankong Temple is not mysterious at all."
"From the beginning, I knew you were from Xuankong Temple. But so what? I have seen two monks from Xuankong Temple. One of them was killed by me, and the other is now blind. I don't know where he is in the world. I heard that the Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect once went to Chang 'an. Is he your Senior Brother? He should be much stronger than you, but he was still driven away by my Eldest Brother. "
Hearing that Ning Que had killed a monk from Xuankong Temple, the cultivators were even more shocked. Those from the Buddhism Sect who knew the inside story of the duel in front of the bun shop on Morning Street all had complicated expressions on their faces. Quni Madi's face was even paler, and she seemed to be about to faint in grief.
Ning Que did not pay attention to the reactions of the people present. He looked at the monk in the Buddhist chariot and continued, "So I don't understand. Although you are the president of the Commandment Yard of Xuankong Temple, what gives you the confidence to talk nonsense in front of me, a disciple of the Academy? What gives you the right to comment on the actions of the Academy?"
The Academy had shocked everyone without shooting an arrow, and forced the eminent monk in the Buddhist chariot to remain silent without moving the iron bow. The Academy had already gained great glory in this confrontation. Under the premise that the situation had been settled, Ning Que's extremely arrogant question would undoubtedly humiliate the Xuankong Temple and even the entire Buddhism Sect.
The Tang had an unyielding temperament. They were not afraid of the bitter wine of defeat, nor would they be stingy with the pride brought by victory. This unique temperament made the Tang, whether on the battlefield or in diplomatic settings, often seem aggressive to their opponents, even somewhat crude.
As for the back of the mountain of the Academy, because of Youngest Uncle and Mr. Second's reputation, his image in the cultivation world had always been extremely arrogant.
Therefore, even though the cultivators beside the stream were shocked by Ning Que's words and even felt embarrassed for the high monk of the Xuankong Temple in the Buddhist chariot, they were not surprised. Instead, they felt that this was how the Academy should behave.
In fact, that was not the case. The two girls in the black horse carriage who knew Ning Que well and the Big Black Horse who was in front of the carriage all felt that Ning Que was very different today.
Ning Que had been living in darkness and blood since he was a child. He was also very different from his peers in the Academy. In Ye Hongyu's words, he was the shame of the Academy.
Beneath his casual appearance, Ning Que was extremely cold-blooded. He would do whatever it took to survive, but he would never pursue the vanity brought by victory. After winning, he would not do anything that might bring danger to himself in order to show off his elegance.
If it had been in the past, even if he had been in the Wilderness and faced a high monk from the Xuankong Temple, he would never have said such words to provoke the other party after he had won and gained benefits.
This meant that as he grew up, Ning Que had been gradually changed by the fierce Tang Feng and the powerful Academy. Especially under the influence of Second Brother, he had unknowingly begun to become arrogant.
Second Brother's reason was very simple: His head could be cut off and blood could flow, but the crown on his head could not be tilted at all. That would be a disgrace to the Academy and a disgrace to the Academy.
Today in the Tile Mountain, Ning Que did not really fight, but he had already shocked everyone. It could be said that he had not disgraced the Academy, nor had he tarnished the reputation of Youngest Uncle.
But his words were not just to show the pride of the Academy.
He really wanted to provoke the high monk from the Xuankong Temple in the Buddhist chariot.
Because when he aimed at the Buddhist chariot and shocked everyone and forced the high monk from the Xuankong Temple to remain silent, he suddenly felt a chill in his body. It was a warning sign.
After entering the Knowing destiny State, cultivators would have a vague but real premonition of what they were going to encounter. This kind of premonition was vague and even hard to grasp, but it was enough to alert people.
Ning Que did not know what the warning sign was, but he vaguely sensed that today's trip to the Tile Mountain would bring him a lot of trouble. So he did not mind killing the strongest enemy at the beginning.
More importantly, this was related to Sangsang's medical treatment, and vaguely pointed to the Buddhist chariot. He did not hesitate to erase the warning sign!
Right now, this iron arrow contained his fullest spirit, his hungriest killing intent. He knew that if he didn't shoot this arrow, then it would be very difficult for him to shoot another arrow of the same realm today. Therefore, this was his best chance.
Even so, if Ning Que wanted to kill the high monk from the Xuankong Temple, he would definitely be seriously injured or even pay a greater price. But he did not want to regret it later.
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There was still no response from the Buddhist chariot. One could vaguely see the high monk from the Xuankong Temple sitting cross-legged behind the curtain. It seemed that he did not hear Ning Que at all, nor was he angry.
Ning Que slightly raised his eyebrows. He thought of the characteristics of the Buddhism Sect and Master Lotus's description of the Buddhism Sect at the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. He could not help but shiver — the high monk of the Buddhism Sect was indeed as tolerant as a tortoise.
Doing anything to the extreme meant that one was powerful. He had seen countless deaths since he was a child and knew the importance of patience. He naturally knew that the more tolerant the monk was, the more terrifying he would be.
It was extremely quiet beside the stream. Some cultivators looked at Ning Que who was aiming at the Buddhist chariot from the black horse carriage in fear. Some cultivators looked at the Buddhist chariot nervously. No one dared to make a sound. They even deliberately slowed down their breathing, afraid that any sound would cause the string of the iron bow to loosen.
The situation was extremely tense. If they did not want the Academy and Xuankong Temple to be killed, they needed someone to break the invisible and dangerous struggle between the black horse carriage and the Buddhist chariot.
No one beside the mountain stream could avoid Ning Que's iron arrow. But someone could stop the iron arrow, not with a flying sword or prayer beads, but with their own flesh and blood.
Monk Guan Hai used his chest to block the dark iron arrow. The color of his face turned darker than the iron arrow. He said sadly, "Thirteenth Brother … why do you have to do this?"
When Ning Que first met this young monk in Chang 'an City, he admired him. This was because this monk had the true calmness of the Buddhism Sect. He did not pretend to be profound like other Bhadanta of the Buddhism Sect. Also, monk Guan Hai's skin was very dark, just like Sangsang when she was young.
If it was something else, Ning Que would naturally give face to monk Guan Hai. But not today.
He aimed the iron arrow at the Buddhist chariot. He did not even look at Guan Hai and said, "Arrows don't have eyes."
Monk Guan Hai said bitterly, "An arrow has no eyes, but everyone here has eyes. The president of the Commandment Yard has already silently admitted defeat. Senior Brother, do you still have to shoot this arrow?"
Ning Que said, "I didn't shoot the arrow."
Guan Hai sighed and said, "Then what are you waiting for?"
Ning Que said, "I am waiting for the high monk in the Buddhist chariot to stop remaining silent."
Guan Hai asked, "If the master keeps silent, what are you going to do, Senior Brother?"
Ning Que really did not know what to do, so he kept silent.
Although he was extremely vigilant towards the Buddhist chariot, and although he was the core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy, he could not kill the other party with one arrow in front of so many cultivators.
Sometimes, overbearingness and pride looked similar, but in fact, they were not completely similar. In Second Brother's words, pride was reasonable overbearingness, while overbearingness was unreasonable pride.
No matter if it was evil or unreasonable, Second Brother had always been reasonable. That was why he thought that he was proud but not overbearing. He also hoped that Ning Que could become someone like him.
Previously, the high monk from the Xuankong Temple in the Buddhist chariot first criticized the Academy's actions, and then reprimanded Ning Que as a senior. No matter how Ning Que humiliated the other party, it was reasonable and could at least pass Second Brother's review. Therefore, although everyone was shocked, it did not cause any criticism.
But the situation now was different. The high monk from the Xuankong Temple was repeatedly humiliated, but he endured it silently. He did not show any signs of anger, nor did he intend to attack. If Ning Que forcefully shot the arrow now, in the eyes of the world, the Academy would not be showing pride, but overbearingness.
Monk Guan Hai looked at Ning Que's expression and said sincerely, "Senior Brother, if you insist on fighting with the president, you must kill me first. Senior Brother, don't be in a hurry to say that killing me is not a big deal. Even if you massacre the Lanke Temple, you must have brought the Lady of Light to Tile Mountain today for something important. What if it comes to that?"
This was not a threat, but a sincere persuasion. Not to mention that Ning Que did not have the ability to massacre the Tile Mountain and drive the black horse carriage to the cave, even if he was the Youngest Uncle back then, could he still hope that Master Qishan could cure Sangsang after killing the monks from the Lanke Temple?
It was not that Ning Que did not think of this, but he still did not understand what the warning sign that made his body suddenly turn cold when he aimed the iron arrow at the Buddhist chariot indicated.
The monk from the Xuankong Temple in the Buddhist chariot remained silent and did not dare to take the arrow. Then, even if they fought again in the future, the monk's Zen Heart would definitely be affected when facing Ning Que. The high monk from the Buddhism Sect was indeed powerful and terrifying, but logically speaking, he should not be an obstacle to Ning Que's trip to the Tile Mountain today.
But the warning sign still existed, and it was even getting stronger. So Ning Que was very uneasy.
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(This is the first chapter. The second chapter should be completed before 11: 30. Yes, only I know what the warning sign is. Arrogant, arrogant, overbearing.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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