Master Qishan was the first to speak.
He looked at the people in the hall and said tiredly, "Of course you don't think the legend is just a legend. There have been many signs of the Everlasting Night's arrival. The year before last, Mr. First of the Academy went to the Cold Region of the Far North and found that the nights there had indeed lengthened and the temperature had dropped sharply. Even the Hot Sea had signs of being frozen."
Cheng Lixue leaned forward slightly to greet the crowd and said, "The Hierarch Lord did indeed see a strange layer of ice deep in the Sea of Storms in the screen of light."
Master Qishan sighed and said, "Mr. First also mentioned in the letter that Chang 'an City froze two days earlier and three days earlier than last year."
Cheng Ziqing frowned slightly and said, "But this year, Chang 'an City has entered autumn later than last year. I always thought that it was normal for the climate to change between years."
At this moment, Master Boshu, the president of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple, said slowly, "There is no need to argue about this matter. The Desolate Men have come south, which proves that Mr. First's vision is not false. We cannot waste time on such pointless discussions. The first thing we need to consider is how to deal with the invasion of the Underworld.
After Master Boshu entered the Lanke Temple, he had not come out. When they were on the mountain, he had sat silently in the Buddhist chariot. This was the first time many people in the hall, including Ning Que, had seen his true face.
The eminent monk's eyebrows were like a ruler and his eyes were pure. His brows were slightly frosty and there were a few wrinkles on his forehead. His Dharma image was solemn, but no one could guess his true age.
Master Boshu came from the Unknown Lands and was an important figure like the President of the Commandment Yard. In terms of status, he was undoubtedly the highest in the room. Therefore, when he spoke, Cheng Ziqing shut his mouth and expressed his agreement.
After the Xuankong Temple confirmed that the Underworld Invasion was not a legend, the temple became even quieter. It was not easy to accept the fact that a legend had become a reality. Both Cheng Ziqing and Quni Madi were silently thinking that they would encounter the end of the world that countless generations of cultivators had not encountered before.
Master Boshu looked around at the crowd and said sternly, "The Underworld Invasion must be a very long process. Perhaps our generation will not be able to experience it. But as the saying goes, the ancestors plant trees and the descendants benefit from the shade. For the survival of the human world, we must start preparing now."
Everyone knew that they had to prepare, but what should they prepare?
The hall once again became extremely quiet.
Monk Guan Hai walked out of the hall, took some hot water, and began to serve tea to the guests.
In the past, Master Qishan had doted on his young disciple and was unwilling to tell him too many gloomy stories about the future. So this was the first time he had participated in such an occasion. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that ordinary monks couldn't hear the discussion in the hall, he wouldn't have had the chance to do this job.
Therefore, he was a little excited and a little nervous. His hands trembled as he held the teacup. How could he notice how many tea leaves he had put in the teacup and what kind of tea leaves he had put in?
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Ning Que was not interested in this kind of discussion. In his opinion, if the Underworld really invaded, how could these people in the hall discuss the real countermeasures? Where did they put the Abbey Dean of Zhishou Abbey, the Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple, and the Headmaster of Academy?
However, the people in the back of the mountain of the Academy were a bunch of lazy people who did not like to care about worldly affairs. He was forcibly assigned the title of the person who entered the human realm, so he had to represent the Academy on such an occasion.
But he did not expect that this discussion would soon involve himself.
"The Underworld Invasion requires Yama to project himself into our world, and it requires the body of the Son of Yama as a channel. Sixteen years ago, there was a strange phenomenon in the Wilderness, and the World Wayfarers of various sects gathered there. It was because both Xuankong Temple and Zhishou Abbey had sensed that the Son of Yama had descended into our world."
Master Boshu said slowly, and then glanced at Ning Que.
Ning Que knew what his glance meant. He was slightly shocked, but his expression did not change.
Quni Madi stared at him with hatred, and said in a hoarse voice, "Then the most important thing we should do now is to find the Son of Yama, and then … kill him."
Master Qishan took the teacup from Monk Guan Hai's hands, and lowered his head to blow lightly. He did not speak.
Everyone in the hall knew who Quni Madi was alluding to. After all, after the battle between Ning Que and Xia Hou, the judgment of the Great Divine Priest of Light had long been spread, and the Buddhism Sect seemed to hold the same view.
But without evidence, who would dare to say that the core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy was the Son of Yama? In the past year, no one had dared to say this in front of Ning Que, and even the rumor had gradually faded. After all, no one had seen Yama, but all cultivators knew that the Academy could not be angered.
So when Quni Madi said this, no one in the hall responded. No one pretended to be ignorant and asked who the Son of Yama was. It was still quiet.
Quni Madi did not seem to expect to face such a situation. She raised her eyebrows, and her eyes became more and more resentful. She stared at Ning Que and said, "Mr. Thirteen, don't you have anything to say?"
Ning Que said, "I want to say, can you not beat around the bush?"
Quni Madi was furious, and her chest heaved up and down. She said sternly, "I am talking about you!"
"You are the Son of Yama!"
Ning Que had long expected that someone would make things difficult for him today, but he did not know whether it would be Quni Madi or Master Boshu. At this moment, he finally confirmed that the old nun was indeed the most annoying creature.
But after all, this was the first time that the rumor had been put on the table. The people in the hall had complicated looks in their eyes. Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que quietly with a slightly worried expression.
Ning Que looked at her and said calmly, "If you have no evidence, don't speak casually."
Quni Madi sneered and said, "Back then, the Great Divine Priest of Light determined that the Son of Yama was born in the Xuanwei General's Mansion in Chang 'an. Now you are the only living person in that mansion. If you are not the Son of Yama, who is?"
"So you are talking about my wife's teacher."
Ning Que said, "But he is already dead, so he can't be a witness. And even if what you said were his last words, this testimony has no effect … No matter how good one's eyesight is, there will be times when he makes a mistake. Don't forget that because of this matter, he was beaten down by the abbey dean and imprisoned by the West-Hill Divine Palace for more than ten years. If you insist that he is right, does that mean that the abbey dean is wrong and the West-Hill Divine Palace is wrong?"
Quni Madi was speechless for a moment. No matter how high her status in the Buddhism Sect and the secular world was, no matter how respected she was, she would not dare to directly accuse the abbey dean of the Zhishou Abbey of being wrong in public.
Ning Que looked at her and shook his head. He said, "You really don't know what you are talking about."
Then he looked at Cheng Lixue and asked, "I am not a troublemaker, and I don't think she has the guts to disrespect the entire Haotian Taoism. But what did we say just now? What do you mean the whole family died? "
Cheng Lixue smiled bitterly and did not speak. He thought to himself that Ning Que was not afraid of offending people, but he did not want to become enemies with the old woman.
Although Quni Madi did not know about the conversation between Ning Que and Cheng Lixue, she knew that it was not something good when she heard that the whole family had died. Moreover, these five words happened to touch upon her greatest pain. She could not help but feel grief and anger at the same time, and the wrinkles on her face were full of resentment.
Ning Que looked at her calmly and said, "If you do not want to bring trouble to the Yuelun Kingdom, then say something meaningful. Although you are of low status, you are not young. Don't mess around like you did in the Wilderness."
His voice was very calm and did not sound mean. However, between his words, there was a strong sense of an elder lecturing a junior, which could not be concealed.
Quni Madi's grief and anger grew, and she trembled with anger.
Master Boshu frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Ning Que's performance.
The lively argument in the hall was meaningless. Sangsang knew that Ning Que was not someone who was willing to be at a disadvantage, be it in terms of words or knives. Naturally, she was not worried, and even a little distracted.
She took a cup of tea from Monk Guan Hai.
The tea in the cup was not the green tea that Master Qishan was used to drinking, but scented tea.
Sangsang lowered her head and smelled the pure fragrance of the tea. She looked at the little jasmine flower floating in the clear tea and felt that she liked it very much.
Ning Que suddenly felt uneasy.
Sangsang picked up the teacup and was about to take a sip when she felt an inexplicable uneasiness. She frowned slightly and moved her wrist slightly, preparing to put the teacup down.
The Flower Addict, Lu Chenjia, was unusually quiet in the hall today. She lowered her head and did not speak.
Although she was the princess of the Yuelun Kingdom and the focus of the West-Hill Divine Palace, she could only be ranked last in terms of status and power in such an occasion. It was natural for her to remain silent.
Moreover, she had been very quiet ever since she came to Wa Mountain. Even her expression was indifferent, so no one in the hall felt that there was anything strange about her.
However, when Sangsang picked up the cup of scented tea, she raised her head.
Lu Chenjia's eyes were still cold and her expression was still indifferent. It was the same expression that made Ning Que feel a chill in Wa Mountain. However, if one looked closely, one could see that her flower-like lips were trembling slightly.
It was nervousness and excitement.
Sangsang frowned slightly and seemed to be about to put down the teacup.
Lu Chenjia pursed her trembling lips and a sad but determined smile appeared on her face. She exerted some strength in her fingers, which were hidden in her sleeves, and broke the stem of a wilted flower. Its petals scattered in all directions.
A faint aura was instantly released from her sleeves.
A shocking change happened in the teacup in Sangsang's hands.
The jasmine flower that was slowly moving in the clear tea seemed to have been injected with some kind of vitality. It actually bloomed in the teacup. Several petals broke off the stem and struggled out of the tea. With a strong aura, it attacked Sangsang's face!
The teacup had just left Sangsang's lips and was very close to her face. It was so close that it was difficult for her to react.
Be it the West-Hill Divine Skills or the Buddhist Dharma that she had just learned, she could not react in time.
She widened her eyes and looked at the jasmine flower petals that were still in the tea flying towards her.
At this moment, she only had time to think.
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