Luo Kedi recalled that the middle-aged monk had said that if the Academy sent someone, the Xuankong Temple would have its own way. He suddenly thought of a possibility and asked in disbelief, "Will the Chief Preaching Monk do something?"
Qi Mei said calmly, "My teacher will not do anything."
What shocked Luo Kedi was not that the Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple had made a move. Although this matter itself was enough to shock the entire cultivation world, he was afraid of the possible consequences.
The abbey dean of the Zhishou Abbey and the Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple were basically mythical figures in the Taoist and Buddhist sects. No one dared to challenge them or even speak disrespectfully to them.
It was said that for many years, only the Headmaster had fought with them once. The results of these two battles were clear. Since then, the Abbey Dean had left the Zhishou Abbey and traveled to the South Sea. He had not set foot on land for decades, and no one had ever heard of the Chief Preaching Monk fighting again.
According to the person who told Luo Kedi, the Headmaster had reached an agreement after defeating the two big shots. No matter what happened in the world, the three of them had to stay on the sidelines.
The reason why it was said to be a rumor and not a legend was because this story had not spread at all. Other than the three's core disciples, only the Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace and the Sage of Sword Liu Bai had vaguely heard of this matter.
Although Luo Kedi was the most favored follower of the West-Hill Hierarch, he had no right to know. However, two years ago, when he had knelt in front of the Hierarch Lord's palace and asked to marry Ye Hongyu, he was worried that he would offend Ye Su and anger the Zhishou Abbey. The Hierarch Lord had mentioned this matter intentionally or unintentionally.
The Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace was the highest leader of Haotian Taoism in the secular world. Every word and action of his had a profound meaning, and it was impossible for him to slip up. According to Luo Kedi's analysis, the Hierarch Lord should be trying to reassure him and improve the status of the West-Hill Divine Palace in Haotian Taoism. It was even a means to compete with the Zhishou Abbey.
Luo Kedi was worried that the Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple would break the agreement and provoke the Headmaster to take action himself. If the Headmaster really took action, wouldn't all the preparations made by the Buddhist and Taoist sects be a joke?
Now that he heard Qi Mei's denial, he was slightly relieved. However, he was worried that Qi Mei would notice something, so he turned and left the temple. He led the eighteen divine guards out of the White Tower Temple and walked towards the palace of the Yuelun Kingdom.
Qi Mei frowned as he watched Luo Kedi's burly figure disappear into the palace.
In just a moment, he could tell that the commander of the West-Hill Divine Guards was in the Knowing Destiny State, and it was a very stable middle state. He was very powerful and should be above Ning Que. The Divine Halls of West-Hill sent this person, and the Divine Priest of Judgment also came down from the Peach Mountain. Logically speaking, they should pay enough attention to him, but he still felt that there was something wrong.
A few days ago, a piece of news came from the Eastern Wilderness. The Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine, Tang Zhi, broke into the military camp and escaped with serious injuries. However, he also killed many powerful cultivators from the Central Plains. The most painful loss of the West-Hill Divine Palace in that battle was the death of a powerful cultivator at the peak of the Knowing Destiny State who had been living in seclusion in the Kingdom of Song for many years.
There were only a few powerful cultivators at the peak of the Knowing Destiny State in the entire cultivation world. However, the West-Hill Divine Palace could hide one in the Taoist temple in the Kingdom of Song. How powerful was the Haotian Taoism hidden under the sea?
Moreover, such a noble powerful cultivator at the peak of the Knowing Destiny State actually cooperated with the allied forces to take the risk of killing the Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine. The West-Hill Divine Palace was willing to invest so much power and paid such a high price in the Wilderness. Facing the catastrophe of the world, the West-Hill Divine Palace also invested a lot of power in the Yuelun Kingdom. However, it was still too stingy in comparison. It was hard not to arouse suspicion.
"You were so hurt by the Headmaster's stick that you still don't want to face the Academy at this time? In your eyes, if the Daughter of Yama is a bowl of porridge, then the Xuankong Temple is the spoon. You don't want to do anything, but you want the spoon to scoop out the porridge … Abbey Dean, you are really calculating. "
Qi Mei slowly walked out of the hall. He looked up at the thick black clouds in the sky and thought silently in his heart.
The people from the Xuankong Temple, the West-Hill Divine Palace, and the people in countless streets. No matter how powerful Ning Que was, he could only die. However …
He killed the Daughter of Yama and saved the world. No matter how unreasonable the Academy was, they could not use this as an excuse to take revenge on the Buddhism and Buddhism Sects. However, the story in the autumn rain at the Lanke Temple a year ago had already proved that if they wanted to kill the Daughter of Yama, they had to kill Ning Que.
Killing the last disciple of the Headmaster, no matter whether there was a reason or not, no matter what the situation was at that time, the people on the Second floor of the Academy would find their own reason and then be angry.
Qi Mei believed that after this, the cultivation world would be in turmoil. And the person who killed Ning Que would eventually be killed even if he hid in the South Sea like the Abbey Dean.
Listening to the sound of scriptures in the front temple and looking at the dark clouds above, he was silent for a long time. His expression changed from worry to determination and calmness. He murmured, "If I don't enter the Netherworld, who will?"
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Winter left and spring was coming. Everything was as usual. The thick clouds were still suspended in the sky above Chaoyang City, motionless. The smell of burning incense in the streets was still as strong. The business of the carriage and horse business was as prosperous as usual. The sound of chanting scriptures could still be heard in the back gardens of officials and rich businessmen. Only occasionally there would be news of a young lady's sudden death.
Ning Que looked calm on the surface, but he was very anxious and under great pressure. The thick clouds in the sky seemed to be pressing on him, making it difficult for him to breathe. He did not know what those thicker and darker clouds meant, but he vaguely guessed that it had something to do with Sangsang.
The pursuit after exposing his whereabouts made him even more uneasy. If it was only the powerhouses of Buddhism and Taoism who wanted to kill him, it would not be a big deal. What he was really vigilant about was whether the cultivation world would let the ordinary people in the secular world join in the war.
He was not referring to the wanted posters and the search of the army, but to the real ordinary people, the thousands and countless ordinary people in the whole world.
There had always been an unwritten rule in the cultivation world — the battle between cultivators should avoid affecting the lives of the secular world as much as possible, and avoid involving the ordinary people. However, the pursuit of Sangsang was related to the danger of the destruction of the world. Ning Que believed that the Buddhism and Taoism would definitely not care about these rules.
It was not terrible to be the enemy of the whole world, but it was terrible to be the enemy of everyone in the world. No matter where you went and what you did, you would face endless attacks. That would be the most terrible thing.
Being hit by a spoon every moment, and never stopped being hit by a spoon. That spoon would not be broken. No matter where you hid, that spoon would find you and hit you on the head.
Even if you were not hit to death, you would be tortured to death, unless you could kill the person holding the spoon. But now everyone in the world was holding a spoon in their hand …
Could you kill everyone in the world?
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(The last two sentences are about the spoon killing. I have read it before and like it very much. It is very scary. I recommend it. The sixth morning of the first chapter is changed to the fifth night, and I have also corrected some mistakes. I hope to reduce the mistakes as much as possible. In fact, there are many words in the book that I hope you can remember after reading it, because the seemingly plain narration is basically the beginning of a trap. I have written 10,000 words today, and I hope to write more tomorrow. Let's start the battle, but I will not open a single chapter. I will say it here. If you have any monthly votes, please vote for Near Night. Thank you.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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