Countless residents of Chaoyang City swarmed around the palace. Looking at the solemn palace and the armored soldiers in front of the palace, the awe deeply rooted in their bones gradually calmed down and stopped moving forward.
However, there were too many people. Looking down from the palace walls, it seemed that half of Chaoyang City was soaked in dirty water with fallen leaves. The atmosphere was tense and violent.
Thousands of sergeants and hundreds of archers formed several lines of defense in front of the crowd to maintain order. More than a hundred ascetic monks and more than a dozen West-Hill Divine Guards looked at the sky with vigilance. No one knew when, but three old priests in red from West-Hill slowly walked out of the palace, looking solemn.
Tens of thousands of people present had chased a dozen black crows here, but they had lost track of the black crows. They could not help but feel anxious and looked up at the sky, looking around for the black lines. They wanted to hear the unpleasant cawing, which looked like countless geese looking up to be fed.
Someone looked to the southwest of the palace, where the White Tower Temple was shrouded in light and suddenly found the black crows hovering in the air behind the White Tower. He could not help but cry out.
"Over there!"
The Daughter of Yama dared to enter the White Tower Temple. Was she not afraid of death? Tens of thousands of people in front of the palace were discussing and cursing the demoness for daring to disrespect Buddha. Gradually, they became fanatical and angry again. They waved their fists and ran toward the White Tower Temple in a mess. More than a thousand sergeants and cultivators did not intend to stop the angry people. Instead, they were pushed by the crowd to the White Tower Temple.
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Sometime before.
Ning Que ran to the temple wall without slowing down. He tiptoed on a slightly protruding brick on the wall and jumped into the air. He stretched out his hand to hold the wall, bent his waist and abdomen, and jumped onto the top of the wall.
The wall of the White Tower Temple was nearly twenty feet high. Ordinary people could not climb over it, but it was not a difficult obstacle for him. Standing on the high walls of the temple, he turned around and looked behind him. He found that the angry crowd had yet to chase after him, and there was no sign of the Ascetic Monks. He relaxed a little and looked up at the black crows flying in the sky. His expression turned cold.
Those black crows seemed to be able to sense his anxiety, anger, and undisguised killing intent. They cawed a few times, flapped their black wings, flew higher into the sky, and then circled around.
Ning Que jumped off the temple wall and landed on the ground, bending his knees to absorb most of the impact. He looked back at Sangsang's pale face and asked worriedly, "Are you all right?"
Sangsang felt very uncomfortable, but she shook her head.
During the winter in Chaoyang City, Ning Que had brought Sangsang to the White Tower Temple to study Buddhism three times. He had been here more often than not, so he was very familiar with the layout and architecture of the temple. He ran through the quiet temple garden at a high speed, and soon passed the side hall, entering the relatively quiet back temple, and then ran to the White Tower not far away.
The bell in the White Tower Temple was still echoing, echoing with the bells in other temples in the city. The powerful monks in the temple had already left the temple to search for the Daughter of Yama. Who would have thought that Ning Que would dare to bring Sangsang here? Moreover, the black crows were flying high at this time, so no one had discovered them yet.
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The Yuelun Kingdom was a Buddhist country. There was a saying that there were 300 temples in Misty Rain, and 72 temples in Misty Rain. But no matter what the saying was, the White Tower Temple in Chaoyang City would always be the first temple in the Buddhist country.
This temple had a very long history, only a little later than the Lanke Temple on Wa Mountain. But like the Lanke Temple, it was also the Front Gate of the Xuankong Temple in the world. No one knew how many eminent monks had appeared here.
The White Tower also had a very high status in the cultivation world. The senior Quni Madi had shaved her hair in this temple. It was said that the abbot of the White Tower Temple was also an eminent monk who had achieved enlightenment and had a cultivation similar to the Knowing destiny State.
The most famous thing in this temple was of course the White Tower. Just like the legend of the Wa Mountain chess game in the Lanke Temple, this place had a White Tower before it had a Buddhist temple.
Looking at the white pagoda in the lake, Ning Que suddenly felt a little uneasy. He had brought Sangsang to the White Tower Temple three times, and he had secretly come here a few times, but he had never been close to the white pagoda.
But the place he planned to go was under the White Tower, and he was really suffering from being chased by the people in the city. If he did not find a place to rest for a while, he was very worried that he would die of exhaustion.
There was a small lake behind the White Tower Temple. There was a small island in the lake, and the White Tower was on the island.
On the island in the middle of the lake, there was a very inconspicuous temple. The island was connected to the lakeside by a narrow bridge. It was the end of winter and the beginning of spring, so the lake was not frozen. A few withered lotus branches stretched over the narrow bridge, giving it a natural beauty.
Caw, caw. The unpleasant cry of the black crow came from the air. Ning Que dashed out from behind an ancient bell with Sangsang on his back. He ran along the lake to the narrow bridge and rushed to the island on the other side of the bridge.
More than a dozen monks walked out of the meditation room, pointing at the black crow flying in the air and discussing in shock. Then they saw Ning Que on the bridge and could not help but shout in shock.
Inside the White Tower Temple, there were suddenly countless footsteps. Listening to the shouting of these monks, many people shouted and cursed as they chased to the lake in the back of the temple.
Ning Que knew that he had alarmed the monks in the temple and had been discovered again. He continued to run on the narrow bridge, his feet stepping on the withered lotus branches, and his right hand had already grasped the hilt of his podao.
He ran across the narrow bridge, and as soon as he got out of the bridge, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his saber. He unsheathed his podao and slashed forward with a cold glint. With two banging sounds, the two iron staffs were sent flying into the air.
There were two ascetic monks from the White Tower Temple who had been hiding at the bridge after hearing the shouts, intending to sneak attack Ning Que. They did not expect that Ning Que had already known their position and attacked first.
Two extremely deep cuts appeared on the bodies of the ascetic monks, from their faces to their waists. Blood spurted wildly, and they looked extremely miserable. They immediately fell to the ground and died.
Ning Que did not even look at the two ascetic monks. Without pausing, he held the podao and continued to run forward. He broke through the wooden door and broke into the quiet and simple nunnery on the island in the middle of the lake.
The windows of the nunnery were covered with a thick veil, and it was dark inside.
Suddenly, an extremely sharp sound broke through the air. The Qi of Heaven and Earth in the nunnery suddenly condensed, and an iron staff carrying the condensed Qi of Heaven and Earth smashed towards Ning Que's head!
Using the staff to attract the Qi of Heaven and Earth was so frightening. This person's state was extremely strong, and his Psyche Power was extremely strong. Moreover, the timing of his attack was extremely ruthless. Even with Ning Que's ability, it was difficult for him to deal with it if he was caught off guard.
However, Ning Que had long known who was in the nunnery, and that was why he had broken into the nunnery. How could he not be prepared? The podao in his hand swung upwards and heavily struck the iron staff.
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(The first step of the long march. Today's first chapter. Try to finish the next chapter before 10 o 'clock.) (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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