Ning Que walked into the Light of Buddha and opened the big black umbrella. His movements were natural, just as he had done all these years, shielding her from the wind and the rain. There was no need for him to think.
This was his habit, and it was stronger than the Light of Buddha.
The people in the hall were still in absolute shock, so they did not react to Ning Que's actions, nor did they have time to think about what they meant.
They looked at the pale Sangsang in the Light of Buddha. Master Boshu was shocked speechless.
Even he, the one who rang the bell, did not expect the truth revealed by the Yue laan Bell to be this. He had left the Xuankong Temple and stepped into the mortal world to come to the Tile Mountain. All his preparations were because he firmly believed that the Son of Yama was Ning Que.
How could he think of Sangsang? Quni Madi and the others were even at a loss. Cheng Lixue was the most shocked. As the Priest of the Revelation Department of the West-Hill Divine Palace, his face was even whiter than his eyebrows. He could not understand how the Daughter of Light that the West-Hill Divine Palace had recognized suddenly became the Daughter of Yama.
What did the Daughter of Yama mean?
Compared to this matter, no one cared about Ning Que's joining the Devil. Although the Devil's Doctrine had withered for many years, it was still common for cultivators to join the Devil's Doctrine. Sangsang had become the cause of the world's destruction!
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The Light of Buddha from the Buddha statue on the top of the Tile Mountain ignored all physical barriers in the mortal world and fell through the roof of the back hall of the Lanke Temple in a magical way. It looked like gold powder mixed with pearl powder and then ignited by the sun, looking extremely solemn and magnificent.
The big black umbrella opened above Sangsang's head.
The Light of Buddha collided with the black and greasy umbrella surface and scattered in all directions. The scene was exceptionally beautiful and thrilling.
For some reason, the Light of Buddha did not penetrate the umbrella and sputtered like ordinary rain.
However, the Light of Buddha was vast and boundless. It was visible to the naked eye and was not comparable to an autumn rain. It was more like a waterfall formed by countless rays of light, falling continuously on the big black umbrella.
The big black umbrella was like a black stone in the waterfall, being constantly washed and hit. No matter how strong it was, it gradually began to tremble.
Ning Que's right hand, which was holding the umbrella handle, trembled slightly. He did not feel any majestic power coming from the umbrella handle, but he clearly felt the horrible power of Buddha outside the umbrella. Every bone in his body began to creak.
What was more disturbing was that the grease and dust on the surface of the big black umbrella, which had not been washed away by the rain for more than ten years, were becoming thinner under the washing of the Buddha's light, as if they would eventually be eroded into nothingness.
Because of the shock, Master Boshu had already stopped playing the Yue laan Bell between his fingers. The bell in the Lanke Temple was still ringing, but the crisp sound of the bell gradually disappeared.
Ning Que carried her on his back.
Sangsang lowered her head and leaned on his shoulder. Her face was pale and her body was weak, but she habitually reached out to hold the umbrella for him, just like when he carried her on his back in the cold rain many years ago.
Ning Que did not want her to hold the umbrella, for he knew that she was in a very bad situation.
Sangsang still took the big black umbrella. Amazingly, when the big black umbrella was in her hands, it suddenly became much more stable than before, as if it could withstand more Buddha's light.
Ning Que walked out of the Buddha's light with Sangsang on his back.
He held the podao horizontally in front of his chest and the iron bow and arrow box on his back. He looked at the people in the hall expressionlessly and did not speak. His eyes were cold and fierce, as dangerous as a tigress protecting her cubs.
The people in the hall were all powerhouses, but when they looked at his eyes, they subconsciously did not want to make eye contact with him.
Then, they discovered something amazing, so they calmed down a little.
Ning Que walked out of the Buddha's light, but he could not walk out of it.
The Buddha's light that descended from the peak of Wa Mountain seemed to be able to sense his position. More accurately, it could sense the position of Sangsang, who was holding the big black umbrella, and moved with his footsteps.
Ning Que looked at the fragments of the Buddha's light that fell from the edge of the big black umbrella into the air and then disappeared. He was silent.
"Hahahahaha …"
Lu Chenjia woke up from her shock. Looking at Ning Que under the umbrella, she could not help but laugh out loud. She laughed so hard that she could not catch her breath. Tears streamed down her face, and she looked extremely crazy.
"The most important person to you has become the daughter of Yama … Ning Que, what can you do now? You … can probably understand … what I have been feeling these days? ‘
Ning Que looked at her expressionlessly. There was some pity and extreme contempt in his eyes.
The laughter gradually stopped. Lu Chenjia was confused and silent.
Her face was pale, and the wound was still bleeding. However, she understood the meaning of Ning Que's look of pity and contempt. She could not help but be confused. So that was what he said and did. But why did he not think about it?
That was the daughter of Yama!
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"Mr. Thirteen, please put her down."
Master Boshu had a compassionate look on his face as he chanted the name of Buddha and looked at Ning Que.
Cheng Ziqing sat at the entrance of the hall with his head lowered. His sword was unsheathed and placed across his knees.
Ning Que looked at the little bell between Master Boshu's fingers.
He looked at the sword on Cheng Ziqing's knees.
Then he looked up at the big black umbrella.
Master Boshu was the chief monk of the Xuankong Temple. He was a person of great enlightenment, and his state was equivalent to the Knowing Destiny State, or even higher. The bell in his hand was a relic of Buddha. It carried the purest Buddha nature and was the bane of Sangsang.
Cheng Ziqing was the Younger Brother of the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai. He was a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State. Even though he had not shown himself these days, the thin sword on his knees had the power to split a lake and cut a mountain.
The big black umbrella was the most powerful in Sangsang's hands, just like it had been for the past decade. However, under the washing of the supreme Light of Buddha, the grease on the surface of the umbrella continued to disappear. One could already feel the merciful coldness of the Light of Buddha through the smallest cracks on the surface of the umbrella.
Ning Que did not have the confidence to escape from the two powerhouses of the Xuankong Temple and the Sword Garret even if he did not carry Sangsang on his back. Furthermore, he was carrying Sangsang now, so the Light of Buddha would follow them and suppress them.
"Since we have found the daughter of Yama, no one in the world will let her escape. Even if you escape to the deepest part of the Wilderness or into the Stormy Sea, you will still not be able to escape from the Light of Buddha."
Master Boshu's fingers that were holding the bronze bell tightened slightly. He looked at Ning Que and said, "Give up."
At this moment, Master Qishan said sadly, "Since they can't leave, don't ring the bell."
Ning Que looked at the master in silence. His right hand left the hilt and patted the scabbard that was sticking out from his waist.
People thought that his silence represented a fierce psychological struggle, and they all had different expressions. Cheng Ziqing sighed and thought to himself, "Even if they are your birth parents, they are the daughter of Yama. What other choice do you have?"
Only Master Qishan vaguely knew what Ning Que was thinking.
Ning Que looked at Master Qishan and found that although the master looked sad, he was not shocked. He was sure that the master had known that Sangsang was the daughter of Yama a long time ago.
When he was in Chang 'an, he felt a little uneasy when he thought about going to the Lanke Temple. Now that he looked back, he realized that Sangsang's illness, the three games of chess in Wa Mountain, and his cultivation of Buddhism in the temple all pointed to the truth. The Lanke Temple was his and Sangsang's doom.
Then, he thought of something even further and could not help but feel a chill. It was the Headmaster's idea to come to the Lanke Temple to treat Sangsang. Specifically, it was the arrangement that Eldest Brother had written to Master Qishan.
"It can't be like this."
Ning Que said to himself silently. He wanted to drive the most unacceptable inference out of his mind. However, he needed the truest answer, even if it would be extremely painful.
So he looked at the master in silence.
Master Qishan knew what he wanted to hear and said, "Do you now believe that she is the daughter of Yama?
Ning Que said without any emotion, "You used to say that she is the daughter of Light, and now you say that she is the daughter of Yama. How do I know which one to believe? I only know that I picked her up and fed her mouthful after mouthful of porridge. If she really is someone's daughter, it can only be my daughter. "
Master Qishan said with pity, "But this is the truth. A few days ago in the cave, you asked me to treat her. When my hand fell on her wrist, I felt the cold aura and knew … that was the brand that Yama left on her. Have you never thought that the cold aura that even the Headmaster and the West-Hill Divine Skills could not drive away could not be a normal illness caused by a weak childhood cold?
Ning Que had long suspected the strange cold aura in Sangsang's body. However, he did not say it or think about it so that he could forget it. Now that the master pointed it out, he said after a moment of silence, "It is still just a guess. There is no way to be sure. Teacher said that there is no omniscient person in the world."
"Yes. That is why the Headmaster asked you to come to the Lanke Temple. The first thing is to determine the illness in her body. Only then can we know the truth and find a way to cure it."
Master Qishan sighed and said, "This year's three games of chess on the Wa Mountain were actually prepared for Sangsang. At the Jumping Tiger Stream, no matter how tough you were, I would still find a way for her to solve the game."
"Why?" Ning Que asked.
"To prove who she is."
Master Qishan said, "The way she solved the Chaotic Ke Game was the method of Heaven's calculation. It is not a level that can be achieved by humans. So the first game proved that she is not a human."
Ning Que was silent.
Master Qishan continued, "In the autumn pavilion, she played the second game with Dongming, and her first choice was the black chess piece. Dongming was best at observing the celestial phenomena in chess. In the end, it was hard to tell who would win or lose, just like light and darkness confronting each other in the sky. It was also a sign of the Daughter of Yama's identity." Ning Que said, "Master Dongming said at that time that the separation of black and white was determined by the mind."
Master Qishan looked at Sangsang on Ning Que's back and said lovingly, "The will of Heaven depends on her mind."
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