Earlier at the bridge, when Ning Que's podao met with the two ascetic monks' iron staffs, there was a heavy sound of impact. Then the other party's iron staffs were shaken off, and Ning Que killed them with two strokes.
At this time in the nunnery, when the podao in his hand met with the iron staff that was whistling through the air, there was a slight sound, like a brush being burned by the flame of an oil lamp.
The reason for this was that the cultivation of the person holding the staff was far higher than that of the ascetic monks at the bridge. The iron staff carried the Qi of Heaven and Earth, so it was very fast and stable. Correspondingly, Ning Que's upward podao was more fierce, so when the two met, the iron staff was not sent flying, but directly broke in the middle!
With a swoosh, the iron staff was broken into two pieces! The upper half of the iron staff flew past Ning Que's shoulder, smashing a big hole in the painted roof of the nunnery. The lower half, which had been sharpened by the podao, was held in the person's hand and continued to stab Ning Que's lower abdomen. With a shrill and bitter cry, the person slapped towards Ning Que's face!
Ning Que could clearly feel the strong aura of Buddhism on the person's left hand, and he had already sensed that the iron staff that had smashed through the roof was flying back at high speed. At this time, there was a sharp iron staff in front of his lower abdomen, and another iron staff was about to attack his back. In addition to that withered old hand, he was facing three enemies, which was very dangerous.
But he did not panic. Master Yan Se had once told him the words of Liu Bai, the Sage of Sword, "A sword can travel thousands of miles, but not even a foot in front of you." Ning Que, who had started cultivation halfway, was like Ye Hongyu. He knew very well how to defeat these seemingly strong cultivators, and what a real battle was.
At this time, the podao's upward momentum had not ended, and it could not return to the front. The two iron staffs attacked from the front and back, and the withered hand had arrived. Ning Que did not hesitate to let go of the hilt in his right hand, and his left hand reached out like lightning, slapping away the half iron staff that was stabbing towards his lower abdomen. Then, he stepped forward and accurately punched the person's face.
With two crisp sounds, Ning Que retracted his body. His right hand grabbed the air and once again held the podao that had yet to fall. Then, with another two sounds, the two iron staffs fell to the ground one after another. The man cried out miserably and retreated while covering his face. He had already withdrawn his left hand that was aimed at Ning Que.
No matter how miraculous the cultivation method was, it still needed to be controlled by the person. As long as the person was defeated, how could the cultivation method continue to be used?
However, the battle was not over yet.
The thick muslin outside the nunnery window suddenly floated up, and then broke into pieces, splitting into countless plain-colored flowers. Because the muslin curtain was extremely thick, those flower braids also seemed a bit plump, but they gave off a suffocating feeling, giving off a strong feeling that if these muslin flowers covered one's face, it would be difficult for one to breathe.
The podao in Ning Que's right hand trembled in the air at a high speed, like countless bolts of lightning, easily smashing the muslin flowers. Then, he leaped lightly and swept into the depths of the nunnery.
There was a Buddha statue in the depths of the nunnery. In front of the Buddha statue, there was an incense burner, a bell, and two futons. On one of the futons sat a young girl, with her back facing the door of the nunnery. On the other futon sat an old woman who was vomiting blood. She was the one who had sneak attacked Ning Que with the iron staff and was defeated by Ning Que with one punch.
The blade broke through the air and landed lightly on the young girl's neck. Ning Que looked at the young girl's back and said without any emotion on his face, "You two, long time no see."
The old woman supported herself on the ground and climbed up with difficulty. She sat on the futon and stared at Ning Que with hatred. She said, "If you want to meet, why not in the underworld?"
The old woman's face was full of wrinkles and her expression was naturally mean. Although her gaze was filled with hatred, one could see a faint despair in the depths of her eyes. It was Aunt Quni Madi.
The young girl on the futon turned around. Her slightly pale face was still as charming as a flower, but her expression was very cold and numb. Her black hair was tied up in her hat and she looked like a nun who was focused on cultivating. She was the Flower Addict, Lu Chenjia.
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In the late autumn of the 16th year of Tianqi era, there was a great battle in the Lanke Temple. The president of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple, Master Boshu, died on the spot. Quni Madi could not rest in peace. Thinking of Daoshi's death, she was even more disheartened. After returning to the kingdom, she asked the Yuelun Kingdom for this nunnery in the White Tower Temple to cultivate and gradually became a dead person.
The Flower Addict, Lu Chenjia, had experienced many changes and was also in despair. She gradually lost her love and followed her aunt to live in seclusion in the nunnery, eating vegetarian food and chanting scriptures in front of the Buddha statue.
Just like that, the two most famous and highest-ranking women in the Yuelun Kingdom cut off all worldly affairs and only sought peace in the nunnery. They lived peacefully for a year and no longer had any contact with the outside world.
They did not know that Ning Que and Sangsang were still alive, nor did they know that they had come to Chaoyang City. Even the bell that rang throughout the city did not make them react. It was not until Ning Que came to the White Tower Temple, walked on the narrow bridge, and killed the two ascetic monks that they came to their senses.
"I did not expect you to still be alive and to come to the Yuelun Kingdom."
Quni Madi wiped the blood off her lips and stared at Ning Que's face with hatred. She suddenly understood and laughed crazily. "It seems that you and the Daughter of Yama are being chased very badly. This is really something to be happy about."
This Aunt, who had a high status in the Buddhism Sect, had indeed spent the past year as tranquil as still water, even as dead ashes. However, hatred was the most powerful force in the world. At this time, when she saw Ning Que, whom she hated the most, appear in front of her, her expression suddenly became lively, and endless hatred was born.
Lu Chenjia did not expect Ning Que and Sangsang to still be alive. Looking at Sangsang on Ning Que's back, her indifferent expression, which was like a petal in ice, moved slightly. Her eyes were filled with mixed emotions and she looked very lost.
Ning Que looked at the two of them and did not speak. There was no need to speak now.
The extremely powerful and terrifying aura outside the West City Gate forced him to turn back. The residents of Chaoyang City and the powerful cultivators from the Buddhism and Taoism Sects had chased him until he had nowhere to run. That was why he came to the nunnery to rest temporarily and wait for the change that he had been waiting for. Quni Madi and Lu Chenjia were just his hostages.
He came to the White Tower Temple to study Buddhism and read scriptures in the winter. When he secretly investigated the environment of the temple, he noticed that there was something wrong with the lake at the back of the temple. Even though he could not get close, he saw an Ascetic Monk with an iron staff frequently entering and leaving the island. Back in the Wilderness, he had seen the Ascetic Monk and knew that he was Quni Madi and Lu Chenjia's bodyguard. After that, he observed several times and basically confirmed that Quni Madi and Lu Chenjia were living in seclusion in this nunnery.
The unpleasant cawing of crows sounded outside the nunnery. Ning Que took out a rope made of tough cowhide and tied Quni Madi and Lu Chenjia tightly. Then, he carried them to the curtain and looked out through the petal-shaped holes in the curtain. He saw the black crows circling in the air.
At the end of autumn last year, when Ning Que and Sangsang moved into the small courtyard, a black crow flew over and perched on a branch. For the next ten days, a black crow flew over every day. It was strange and made him very uneasy. However, after that, both parties got along well and he gradually stopped caring about it.
Who would have thought that these black crows would become his and Sangsang's greatest enemy today? If not for these black crows in Chaoyang City, he might have hidden with Sangsang or even escaped.
Ning Que did not understand why these black crows would appear in the small courtyard and why they were following him today. The biggest possibility was naturally the aura of Yama on Sangsang. However, if the black crows represented misfortune, shouldn't he help Sangsang? Why did he use this method to expose Sangsang's location?
No matter what the reason was, he had to kill these black crows. Otherwise, no matter how powerful he was, even if the change he had been waiting for had finally come, he and Sangsang would still walk into a dead end in the end. Previously, when they were escaping, he had wanted to kill these crows. However, he did not have the time and could not free himself to do so.
His right hand landed on the windowsill and used a little strength to break a piece of window wood. Then, he crushed it into a dozen pieces. He silently activated the Great Spirit and threw it at the black crows in the sky.
The light window wood shards contained the Great Spirit and instantly turned into hard stones. They flew through the air with a terrifying momentum. The black crows did not have time to react and were hit heavily. There were only a few screams as their black feathers fell and the crows fell to the ground.
Ning Que felt slightly relieved. However, what shocked him was that after a while, the unpleasant sounds of crows rang out again around the nunnery. The black crows appeared under the clouds again!
Could it be that these black crows could not be killed?
There were more and more people in the White Tower Temple. Especially on the shore of the lake behind the temple, there was a dense crowd. Some people were even squeezed into the lake. Countless archers and crossbows appeared around the narrow bridge. More than a hundred Buddhism Sect disciples and more than a dozen divine guards were vigilantly watching the nunnery on the island in the middle of the lake.
Looking from the window of the nunnery to the shore, one could see hundreds of people at a glance. Ning Que knew that there were far more people. There were thousands or even tens of thousands of people behind them. Those people could not wait to rush into the nunnery, bite off his and Sangsang's flesh bit by bit, and then burn them with fire. He could not help but frown.
"I really don't understand why you are so stupid to hide in this place of death." Quni Madi looked at his back with a mean and sarcastic expression on her face. She said in a hoarse voice, "Do you think that by taking the two of us as hostages, you can let the Daughter of Yama go? You are really too naive. "
Ning Que did not look back and said, "Your voice is very unpleasant, just like those crows in the sky. If you want to see how Sangsang and I will be torn to pieces, I suggest you shut up now."
Quni Madi laughed and looked very happy. She really wanted to see how Ning Que and Sangsang would die, so she chose to shut up for now.
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In the palace not far from the White Tower Temple.
The King of Yuelun Kingdom looked at the person covered in blood on the stretcher in front of him. He waved his arms and said sternly, "Commander, do you understand what your decision means? There are two of my closest relatives in the nunnery. If you want to attack by force, it is very likely that they will die under the attack of mutual destruction! "
The commander of the West-Hill Divine Palace divine guards, Luo Kedi, lay weakly on the stretcher. His throat was wrapped in a thick gauze and he could not speak at all. However, his eyes were still so stern and strong.
Master Qi Mei stood beside the stretcher and put his palms together to salute the King of Yuelun Kingdom. He said, "Your Majesty, please understand the current situation. Why did the Buddhist and Taoist sects pay such a high price? Since Ning Que has brought the Daughter of Yama into the land of death, we should seize this opportunity. "
Luo Kedi still could not speak. He could only snort coldly through his nose.
Qi Mei said slowly, "In order to save the world, I think everyone is willing to sacrifice their lives. The people of Chaoyang City are all so brave. How can Aunt Qu and Princess Chen Jia be cowards?"
The King of Yuelun Kingdom's face became extremely gloomy. He clenched his fists and his eyes began to flicker with uneasiness. He seemed to be struggling and hesitating. The Yuelun Kingdom was a Buddhist kingdom and was deeply influenced by the Buddhism Sect. It could even be said that it was directly controlled by them. The West-Hill Divine Palace was undoubtedly the most terrifying existence in the world. At this moment, both the Buddhism Sect and Taoism Sect had expressed their stance. No matter how tough he was, he had no power to stop this terrible thing from happening.
The King of Yuelun Kingdom took a deep breath and said slowly, "If that's the case …"
"Why not wait a little longer?"
In the quiet Imperial Palace, someone suddenly said something.
The person who suddenly spoke up and stopped the King of Yuelun Kingdom from making a decision was someone no one expected. It was not the Prime Minister of Yuelun Kingdom, nor was it the empress who loved her daughter. It was an old priest in red. He was one of the three priests in red who had left the palace earlier. No one knew when he had returned.
The priest in red said calmly, "Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. Since Ning Que and … the Daughter of Yama have already entered the land of death, why are you in such a hurry?"
Luo Kedi, who was lying on the stretcher, was furious when he heard this. He pointed at the priest in red and trembled in anger. However, he could not speak.
The other two priests in red walked forward and completely ignored Luo Kedi's shocked and doubtful gaze. They looked at the crowd and said expressionlessly, "We have the same opinion. Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life."
Qi Mei's expression changed. He could not understand why these priests from the West-Hill Divine Palace would say such a thing. Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life? When did Haotian Taoism become so gentle and compassionate?
These priests in red from the West-Hill Divine Palace had arrived at Peach Mountain a few days ago. They had the decree of the Hierarch Lord and the Great Divine Priest of Revelation. Therefore, no one suspected them. It was said that these three priests in red were all proficient in Divine Skills. The West-Hill Divine Palace was worried that the people of Chaoyang City would suffer heavy casualties, so they specially sent them.
Luo Kedi's pupils suddenly shrank as he thought of a possibility. Almost at the same time, Qi Mei thought of it too. He frowned slightly and looked at the three priests in red. He asked, "Which Divine Hall are you from?"
The old priest in red calmly said, "The Divine Hall of Light."
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(That's the second chapter. Try to finish the third chapter before midnight.) (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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