The discussion on the other side of the lake grew louder and louder. Ning Que and Sangsang could hear them clearly. After a moment of silence, he stepped onto the narrow bridge and walked to the other side. Quni Madi and Lu Chenjia were forced to follow him.
As he walked onto the narrow bridge, the discussion of the crowd by the lake stopped again. It became quiet again. The people at the bridgehead were even more panicked and retreated. Some of them almost fell and were trampled on.
Someone shouted in the crowd. Curses and insults were heard again. The people who retreated in shock rushed back to the bridge. Perhaps it was because they felt that their previous silence and retreat was too shameful. This time, they cursed even more filthily and said all kinds of bloody and cruel methods. Those who rushed back to the bridge were even more agitated and almost broke through the line of defense of the Yuelun Kingdom's soldiers and cultivators.
Ning Que heard the filthy words and threats. He ignored them and looked to the southwest of the White Tower Temple. He felt that the powerful aura that frightened him was getting closer. Although the aura was not moving fast and had just arrived from the west gate, it would eventually arrive as long as it kept moving.
Sangsang held the handle of the big black umbrella tightly. Her face became paler and paler. After a moment of silence, she sensed the current position and speed of the aura.
Ning Que was slightly shocked. He knew that he did not have much time left. He looked at the crowd that was getting closer and closer. He thought that the fanatical people were basically gathered in the White Tower Temple. As long as he could break through them, he and Sangsang would have a chance to escape Chaoyang City. However, the problem was that it was impossible to count the number of people in the crowd. How could it be easy to break through?
Master Qi Mei appeared in front of the narrow bridge.
"Let the crowd disperse. I will fight with you."
Ning Que looked into the eyes of the high monk of the Xuankong Temple. He ignored the anger of the crowd and said calmly, "If you think that my request is too much, you can let all the cultivators from the Buddhism and Taoism sects fight."
Master Qi Mei said, "You know that the crowd cannot disperse now. If you insist on fighting with the Buddhism and Taoism sects here, many people will die."
Ning Que said, "If you don't want to see a bloodbath in Chaoyang City today, then get out of the way. The crowd may not listen to you, but the cultivators and soldiers will."
His words were not even a test. He just said it casually and did not think that the other party would agree. However, to his surprise, Master Qi Mei did not hesitate. He waved his hand and signaled the archers in front of the bridgehead to retreat to both sides. At the same time, the West-Hill Divine Guards and dozens of monks also made way.
Now, the only people standing in front of Ning Que were the masses of ordinary people, who had complicated expressions, panic, and anger.
"Even if we make way for you, can you get out?" Master Qi Mei asked calmly.
Ning Que was silent and understood the intention of the Buddhism Sect. Then, he keenly noticed that a monk had quietly walked into the crowd. Then, there was an uproar and angry slogans sounded.
If the previous group of people were like the ocean that was filled with energy, the surface of the sea would gently sway, and only a few waves would occasionally appear on the reefs. But now, the ocean was beginning to stir up waves, until the storm became a disaster.
"Kill the Daughter of Yama!"
"Don't let them go!"
The angry shouts of the crowd became louder and louder, more and more concentrated, and more and more powerful. The atmosphere became more and more chaotic, like a house whose beams and pillars had been cut and could collapse at any time.
Master Qi Mei chanted the name of Buddha and said calmly, "Look, it's not that we don't want to make way, but the people don't."
Ning Que looked at the middle-aged monk and said, "Second Brother's evaluation of the Buddhism Sect is indeed right."
Master Qi Mei wanted to know how the proud Jun Mo of the Academy thought of the Buddhism Sect. He asked, "What did Mr. Second say?"
Ning Que said, "Second Brother said that all monks should die."
Master Qi Mei was a little angry when he heard that. But when he heard the shouts around him and looked at the fanatical faces of the people, a trace of shame appeared on his face. He put his palms together and said nothing.
Ning Que carried Sangsang down the narrow bridge and finally stood on the land on the other side of the lake.
In front of him was a dense crowd. It was an endless sea of people. Everyone was glaring at him and shouting angrily. They were holding shovels or stones in their hands.
Countless faces entered Ning Que's sight. There were wrinkled faces of old people, childish faces of children, faces of women with makeup, and faces of idlers with muscles. They were all human faces.
These human faces were either frightened or angry. Some used anger to cover up their fear, while others used anger to vent their dissatisfaction. No matter what kind of emotions they were, they were the emotions of ordinary people because they were all ordinary people.
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Ning Que said, "You are the princess of the Yuelun Kingdom. Ask these people to make way."
Lu Chenjia was silent, and so was Quni Madi.
Ning Que said, "You are not ordinary people. You will not be driven crazy by a few words from the Buddhism Sect and Taoism Sect. So I do not believe that you will risk your lives for this world."
Lu Chenjia said, "My heart is dead. I have been worshiped by the people for many years, but I have not repaid them. If the human world can only continue to exist after Sangsang dies, then at least I cannot harm them."
Quni Madi said coldly, "I don't care what happens to the human world. But as long as you die, I don't care."
Ning Que heard this and shook his head. Then, he took a few steps forward.
The crowd hurriedly retreated.
Suddenly, the chanting of monks rang out. The crowd looked around and realized that it was the Reincarnation Scripture that they had learned since they were young. They subconsciously sang along.
The chanting echoed in the White Tower Temple. It became more and more orderly and grand. Suddenly, the sound of bells joined in. Suddenly, it became even more tranquil, but the tranquility was filled with solemnity.
Dozens of monks chanted softly with benevolent and solemn expressions on their faces.
Ning Que knew that he could not allow this situation to continue. The people of Chaoyang City were originally followers of the Buddhism Sect. Once they were inspired or hypnotized by the monks and the chanting, they would be in trouble.
He looked up at the dark clouds above Chaoyang City and saw the annoying black crows circling in the sky. He lowered his head to look at the ground where his feet were standing and saw a few ants struggling to crawl through the mud. Then, he looked up at the crowd that was gradually approaching him. His right hand slowly grasped the hilt of his podao.
With a clang, the podao was unsheathed.
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A idler suddenly pounced on Ning Que. His arm flew into the air and blood gushed out. He fell down with a miserable howl. A pious old woman waved her arms to scratch Ning Que's face, but her hands were suddenly broken.
An agitated student hit Sangsang on Ning Que's back with a wooden stick, but the stick strangely broke in the middle. Then, his body was also broken in the middle, from the waist to the abdomen, into two parts.
Ning Que carried Sangsang on his back and walked toward the opposite crowd. His whole body was stained with dark red blood, but his expression did not change. He was still calm, and even his footsteps were steady.
He walked past the idler who sat in a pool of blood and held his broken shoulder, the pious old woman who knelt in a pool of blood and looked at her broken bowl with a pale face, and the student who lay in a pool of blood and twisted in pain …
He walked on the other side of the lake, in the world of blood.
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(Four chapters for twelve thousand. Today's writing is very smooth. I feel very depressed, so I won't write a single chapter. But I still try to ask everyone to continue to vote for me. If I can still write four chapters tomorrow, I will write a single chapter. This is also to give myself pressure and motivation.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for me and vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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