Find the Daughter of Yama, save the world, and save themselves. This was what everyone in the world was thinking. After confirming that the Daughter of Yama was hiding in the Yuelun Kingdom, the Buddhism Sect naturally wanted to get rid of Sangsang.
Even under such circumstances, Ning Que hid in Chaoyang City with Sangsang, visited many Buddhist temples inside and outside the city, and calmly studied Buddhism and read scriptures. This was completely out of the Taoism and Buddhism Sect's expectations. It also proved that the most dangerous place was the safest place.
Compared to this, there was something more wonderful.
Buddha had read the "Ming" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane many years ago and could see the coming of the Everlasting Night in the Dharma Ending Age. For this, Buddha had left countless celestial weapons and prepared many methods to suppress the Son of Yama, so that the human world could escape from Yama's gaze. However, even Buddha would not have thought that the Dharma he left in the human world could help Sangsang temporarily suppress the cold aura in her body.
The chanting of sutras filled the temple. A peaceful and compassionate aura gradually spread with the devout prayers of the believers. Sangsang closed her eyes and put her palms together. Her expression was tranquil and devout. She cultivated her own Buddhism, read her own sutras, and felt the peaceful and compassionate aura around her. Her pale face gradually returned to normal.
The senior monk of the White Tower Temple finished his lecture and so did the believers. Hundreds of people on the futons in the temple chanted the name of Buddha, but they did not disperse. The senior monk began to lead the believers to pray.
The content of the prayer was very complicated, but if one listened carefully, there were only two things. The first was to pray for the Buddha to appear and help the countries in the Central Plains to chase away the barbaric and bloody Desolate Man tribes from the Wilderness. The second was to pray for the Buddha to appear and quickly find the Daughter of Yama and then suppress her so that she would never be able to rise again.
After the prayer, Ning Que walked into the temple and helped Sangsang up. In the Buddhist temples and even the streets of Chaoyang City, such prayers with fear and the most vicious curses could be heard. He was already used to it, so he was calm. However, as the target of the curse, Sangsang was inevitably a little depressed.
Just as Ning Que and Sangsang walked out of the White Tower Temple, they suddenly heard the melodious bell ringing from the eaves of the temple behind them. The bell rang continuously for a long time, sounding very solemn.
"Which big shot has arrived?"
Ning Que turned his head and looked into the depths of the White Tower Temple. He thought that the person who could make the White Tower Temple ring so many bells must be extraordinary. He was afraid that it was either someone from the Xuankong Temple or a powerhouse from the West-Hill Divine Palace.
There could only be one purpose for a high monk from the Xuankong Temple or a powerhouse from the West-Hill Divine Palace to appear in Chaoyang City at this time. He frowned and became more vigilant.
If Ning Que knew the real meaning of these bells, he would definitely be more vigilant. If he had the chance to hear the voice behind the bells, he would definitely leave Chaoyang City with Sangsang immediately.
In the depths of the Buddhist temple, the bell slowly stopped ringing. In a remote Buddhist hall, the abbot of the White Tower Temple and a few elders of extremely high seniority knelt respectfully on the ground. An old and peaceful voice echoed in the hall.
"Beneath the clouds."
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Winter was coming to an end. In many countries in the world, such as the Great River Kingdom or the South Jin Kingdom, spring had already covered both sides of the river. In the Lanke Temple on the Wa Mountain that was being rebuilt, wildflowers were also in full bloom.
But there were more places that were waiting for the arrival of spring. For example, the capital of the Yuelun Kingdom, which was already full of spring in the past years, was still in the final stages of winter because of the clouds that covered the sky for hundreds of days and the relatively low temperature. In the depths of the Wilderness in the far northeast, the Desolate Man tribe was constantly hurt by the cold and betrayal.
The Wilderness, which had been extremely turbulent and bloody for the past year, once again welcomed a tragic war after a few dozen days of peace. Countless lives were coldly harvested.
In the late autumn, the Desolate Man tribe had just reached an alliance agreement with the Left King's Palace. Both parties swore a blood oath with their respective tribe's ancestral spirits. The senior statesmen of the Desolate Man tribe were slightly relieved and were planning to join forces with the Left King's Palace to attack the Central Plains Coalition Army in the coming spring and summer. However, the Desolate Man did not expect that the Left King's Palace would dare to betray their own ancestral spirits!
In the middle of winter, the Left King's Palace brazenly tore up the alliance agreement that had not even dried yet. They joined hands with the West-Hill Divine Palace and received a large batch of provisions from the grassland. Then, they led the Central Plains Coalition Army and ventured eight hundred miles to the north against the bitter cold. They launched a surprise attack on the second largest settlement of the Desolate Man's tribe.
Although the Desolate Man were brave and extremely strong, and every adult was a natural warrior, there were too few of them. The whole year of war had sharply reduced the winter rations they had stored. It was almost as if they were fighting with half an empty stomach. In the face of the sneak attack by the Left King's Palace and the West-Hill Divine Palace, especially the assassination of a large number of powerful cultivators, the Desolate Man could only hold on for three days no matter how brave they were. They had to leave thousands of warriors' corpses and were forced to leave.
The Left King's Palace and the West-Hill Divine Palace's coalition army did not stop moving forward. They knew how strong the Desolate Man's vitality was and how firm their will to fight was. Although the sneak attack from thousands of miles away had successfully damaged the strength of the Desolate Man tribe, no one could guarantee how strong the Desolate Man tribe would be next year or a few years later if they did not completely defeat the Desolate Man.
Under the fierce request or cold threat of the silver-masked military counselor, the West-Hill Divine Palace's coalition army followed the cavalry of the Left King's Palace and continued to move north.
The generals from the Yan Kingdom and the South Jin Kingdom were shocked to find that the West-Hill Divine Palace seemed to have known the military counselor's true identity. They even listened to him, just like the fatuous Chanyu of the Left King's Palace!
The chase in the harsh winter, which was too cruel for both sides, lasted for five days. On the snow-covered Wilderness, the frozen corpses of the Central Plainsmen, barbarians, and Desolate Men were scattered everywhere. The corpses were so hard that the vultures were unwilling to eat them. After death, they could finally live together peacefully.
On the fifth night of the bitter and cruel pursuit, Tang, the World Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine, finally managed to sneak into the camp without being noticed by the dozen Array Tactical Masters that the West-Hill Divine Palace had placed outside the military camp.
In the tent in the wind and snow, Tang did not see the panicked generals from various countries, nor did he see the shrieking secretaries. What he saw were dozens of cultivation powerhouses from various countries who were already prepared, and the military counselor sitting behind the desk.
The military counselor wore a silver mask. There were two bowls of cool wine on the desk. His face that was not covered by the mask looked calm and natural, as if he was a good host who had been waiting for a long time for a guest but was not anxious.
Tang knew who the military counselor was. He looked around at the powerhouses in the tent and said, "It seems that you are indeed the one in charge of the Left King's Palace. No wonder those barbarians dared to betray their ancestors. But in my opinion, no matter what happened to you, you are still a coward. So you will never be able to catch up with Ning Que."
Long Qing did not continue Tang's words. He pointed at the two bowls of wine on the desk and said calmly, "After I left Chang 'an that year, I never drank again. It was not because I was afraid of making mistakes, but because I could not find anything in the world that was worth drinking for. Until I found out that you might come to kill me."
Tang asked, "Being killed by me is indeed something worth celebrating."
Long Qing shook his head and said calmly, "I had already guessed that you would come to kill me like how you killed Xia Hou. Since you are still so stupid, I will not be as stupid as Xia Hou, who cherishes the lives of his subordinates. So naturally, you will be killed by me. Of course, it is something worth celebrating that I have killed the World Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine and the number one powerhouse of the Desolate Man."
"After you die, I will ask the generals to stab a spear into your head and patrol in front of the battle. Although it may not shake the fighting spirit of the Desolate Man, it can make their brains more difficult to use. They will not try to continue to escape to the north. Then this pursuit will become the final battle."
He looked at Tang with a smile and continued, "After you die, the Devil's Doctrine will be gone, and so will the Desolate Man. If I were you, I would not put myself in danger no matter what. However, I still want to thank you for letting me become the person who ended the history of the Devil's Doctrine and the history of the Desolate Man. Then, in the history books of the future, whether it is Ke Haoran who broke into the Devil's Doctrine with a single sword or the Tang cavalry a thousand years ago, they will all be below me."
Tang looked at Long Qing who was behind the desk and said, "I admit that you are very good at commanding on the battlefield. I also admit that your thinking is more complicated than mine. However, your level is still too low, so there are many things that you will never understand. Not to mention the Tang cavalry and Mr. Ke a thousand years ago, the current you is not even comparable to Xia Hou."
Long Qing's eyes lit up slightly and said, "Please enlighten me."
Tang slowly raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. The animal skin that bound the iron fist creaked and said, "If it is an ambush, then you need to kill me. If you can't kill me today, then it can only be called an ambush. There have been countless ambushes in the past thousands of years. Those that can be written in the history books are all jokes. "
Long Qing's eyes became brighter and brighter. He said, "I know that you are very powerful. I have prepared for a long time for this. I can't think of any reason why I can't kill you with my current combat power."
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The wind and snow were blowing hard at night. The tent was torn into countless ropes. The sound of the fist wind sounded like thunder. The bright sword light shuttled back and forth like lightning. The black peach blossoms bloomed and then disappeared.
The leather ropes on Tang Yi's iron fists were all broken. On his body that was like cast iron, there were countless wounds left by flying swords. His entire body was dyed with blood. He had suffered unimaginable injuries. But in the end, he still successfully rushed out of the camp that stretched for more than ten miles, disappearing into the wind and snow.
In this battle, two hundred elite cavalrymen of the Left King's Palace died. Eleven cultivators at the upper Seethrough State from the Central Plains were torn into pieces. Two priests of the Left King's Palace were shaken into blood foam. A powerhouse at the peak of the Knowing Destiny State from Haotian Taoism, who had lived in seclusion in the Kingdom of Song for many years, had a bloody hole the size of a bowl in his chest and abdomen. He died with his eyes open.
Long Qing's natal peach blossom was smashed into pieces by a simple iron fist. He was thrown far away and vomited blood. His silver mask and black robe were completely dyed red.
Before the battle, Long Qing could not understand why Dunn was still confident that he could survive, given the combat strength at that time. After the battle ended, he supported his weak and injured body to review and deduce for a long time, but he still could not understand why he could not kill Dunn.
Just as Tang had said, Long Qing was now at the upper Knowing Destiny State. Although his plans were excellent and accurate, he was still far from the cavalry of the Tang Empire thousands of years ago. He was not as good as Xiahou and was not qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as Mr. Ke.
Because his level was not high enough, he did not understand people like Tang. Once they fell into a situation that made them crazy, they would often make their enemies crazy. Sometimes, there was no reason at all.
After this battle, many powerhouses of the Coalition Army were killed and injured. They had no choice but to stop chasing the Desolate Man's tribe and slowly retreat to the south. The countries of the Central Plains and the Left King's Palace began to get nervous. This time, the Desolate Man's tribe suffered heavy losses. No one knew how many women and children were killed, but they were not completely destroyed by the Coalition Army. According to the Desolate Man's character, once they recovered, they would definitely launch the bloodiest revenge against the Left King's Palace and the Central Plains Coalition Army.
No matter how one looked at it, Long Qing was the one who gained the most from this bitter winter war.
Through the agreement with the West-Hill Divine Palace before the war, the Left King's Palace had gained a lot of benefits. They had even obtained several important resources from the Yan Kingdom. Their power had increased rapidly, and his control over the Left King's Palace had been further strengthened.
Most importantly, through the communication with the West-Hill Divine Palace, Long Qing realized that the Divine Hall did not care about his betrayal. The Hierarch Lord had even secretly conveyed some extremely important information.
He had killed the Halfman Taoist in the Zhishou Abbey, absorbed his power, and betrayed Haotian Taoism. As someone from the West-Hill Divine Palace, he was very clear about the terrifying power of Haotian Taoism. Therefore, being chased by the Divine Hall had always been the greatest fear in his heart. Now that this fear had finally disappeared, he naturally felt refreshed.
However, as the old fear faded, new fear arose. In the ambush that night in the wind and snow, Tang's image had left a deep impression on Long Qing, and he could not suppress his fear. The only comfort he could feel was that among those who had survived that battle, Tang had suffered the heaviest injury. Logically speaking, he would definitely die. Even if he could survive, he would have to focus on recuperating in the following period of time. It was impossible for him to pose a specific threat to Long Qing.
The Desolate Man would definitely launch a bloody revenge. In order to prepare for the real war, the countries in the Central Plains had begun to prepare their provisions and troops. The South Jin Kingdom royal cavalry and the Divine Hall's Papal Cavalrymen, who had not participated in the war all these years, had begun to prepare to enter the Wilderness. Even the two border armies of the Tang Empire had begun to prepare for battle.
But even so, the people's attention on the Yuelun Kingdom did not weaken at all. On the contrary, it became more and more intense, especially those powerhouses who had stayed here all along and did not even glance at the Wilderness.
The war between the Central Plains Coalition Army and the Desolate Man would determine the outcome of the war between civilizations. However, the matter of the Yuelun Kingdom would determine the survival of the entire world. Everyone knew which was more important.
Many days had passed, but no one had found any traces of the black horse carriage. The ascetic monks that the Xuankong Temple had scattered in the Northeast Wilderness gradually moved towards the Yuelun Kingdom. In a Zen temple more than a hundred miles north of Chaoyang City, the chief monk of the Xuankong Temple's Hall of Respect, Master Qi Mei, was quietly listening to the voice in front of the Buddha statue.
"He is under the clouds."
The clouds above Chaoyang City had not dispersed and had already attracted the attention of many cultivators. Many powerhouses from the Buddhist and Taoist sects had already quietly sneaked into the city. At this time, after hearing the voice of the Chief Monk of Scripture, Qi Mei no longer hesitated. He rushed to Chaoyang City that night and entered the White Tower Temple.
The next morning, the commander of the West-Hill Divine Palace divine guards, Luo Kedi, also rushed to Chaoyang City with 18 divine guards. At this time, a cloud floated in the blue sky outside the city and merged into the thick clouds above the city.
The clouds above Chaoyang City were getting thicker and thicker. It was very difficult for sunlight to pass through, so it looked darker and darker. There was a feeling of dark clouds pressing down on the city, but no one knew when it would really snow or rain.
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Inside the White Tower Temple.
Qi Mei looked at the man who was as burly as a mountain in front of him. He put his palms together and bowed slowly, saying, "Greetings, commander Luo."
Luo Kedi silently sized up the seemingly ordinary middle-aged monk in front of him. His eyes fell on the monk's left hand that only had two fingers left on the side of the monk's leg. He nodded slightly in return.
He was the most trusted subordinate of the West-Hill Divine Palace hierarch. Although he had been punished by the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, Ye Hongyu, for the past two years because of that incident, he was still a very important bigwig in the Divine Hall. He had entered the Knowing Destiny State for many years. He was powerful and arrogant, so even in front of the eminent monk from the Unknown Place Xuankong Temple, he still refused to show too much respect. He even pretended to be cold and arrogant.
Qi Mei's expression was calm and natural. There was no change at all. He had long achieved great success in Buddhism, so he would not be disturbed by these external things. He said, "I heard that the Great Divine Priest of Judgment had left Peach Mountain a hundred days ago. Where is she now?"
Luo Kedi frowned and said, "The Great Divine Priest has gone to the northeast."
Qi Mei sighed softly and said, "That's not good."
Luo Kedi said, "If Ning Que and the Daughter of Yama are really in Chaoyang City, we can just find them and kill them. What's wrong with that?"
Qi Mei said, "There are too few people from Haotian Taoism this time. I don't know if it's because the abbey dean is traveling overseas or for some other reason. This time, when the Daughter of Yama appeared, you guys did not respond appropriately."
Luo Kedi frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "We don't need too many people to kill Ning Que … Besides, do you think that the eighteen divine guards and I are too weak?"
Qi Mei said, "In the battle at the Lanke Temple, even Senior Brother Qi Nian and Mr. Ye could not stop Ning Que and the Daughter of Yama. Why does the commander think that we can stop them?"
Luo Kedi thought of what Mr. First and Second of the Academy had done in the Lanke Temple. His expression turned serious and he asked, "Will Master Qi Nian come?"
Qi Mei said, "Senior Brother Qi Nian was seriously injured in the Lanke Temple and is still recuperating."
Luo Kedi said, "If that's the case, what about the people from the Academy?"
Qi Mei said, "If the people from the Academy come, the Xuankong Temple will have a solution. We are still talking about Ning Que."
Luo Kedi said coldly, "Although there are not many people from Haotian Taoism, there are many people in Chaoyang City. If this is a war, why should we spare our lives? The hierarch wants me to ask if the Daughter of Yama can die if thousands of people die in Chaoyang City, will the Buddhism Sect do it or not? "
Qi Mei was silent for a long time and then said, "The human world is people's home. In order to stop this catastrophe, I think no one will be unwilling to sacrifice their lives. We have no choice but to ask all living beings to help."
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(Amended 201211210330) (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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