Quni Madi was at the peak of the Seethrough Realm. She had cultivated for countless years, and her skills were extremely profound. She was very experienced and had a great reputation in the cultivation world. However, compared with Ning Que, she was nothing. Moreover, her natal iron staff had been broken by Ning Que in the nunnery. What could she do now with her bare hands?
Sensing the sudden change of the aura of Heaven and Earth behind him, Ning Que lifted his right hand that was holding the hilt. With a clang, the podao was unsheathed. Then, like a flash of lightning, it pierced through his armpit and deeply into Quni Madi's lower abdomen.
Quni Madi's face was pale. She slowly sat down on the ground, but her hands were tightly holding the podao. There was an extremely crazy smile on her face, as if she did not care that the blade was cutting her fingers.
In Ning Que's understanding, this Aunt, who had a very high status in the Buddhism Sect, was ruthless, shameless and cowardly. He did not understand why she still wanted to sneak attack him after he let her go. He asked, "Why?"
Quni Madi coughed up blood and said with a smile, "Because I want you to die."
Ning Que thought for a while and understood the old woman's intention. He pushed the podao forward with his right hand. The blade cut off several of the old woman's fingers and penetrated her body, bursting out a spray of blood.
He had killed too many people today. He was numb, tired and even a little sick. Therefore, he did not want to kill anymore. However, it did not mean that he did not dare to or could not kill.
Quni Madi cried out in pain and slowly closed her eyes. Her body was still hanging on the blade and she died.
Many years ago in the palace of the Wilderness, Ning Que saw this woman for the first time. From that day on, the story of resentment began. He had never suffered a loss in front of this old woman, no matter in terms of seniority in the cultivation world or the rapid improvement of his strength. However, at that time, how could he have imagined that one day he could kill this old woman with a casual strike?
Over the years, he occasionally thought that he could use Quni Madi's name to humiliate her when they met again in the mountains and rivers. He would shout "fuck you" in a heroic manner and then do whatever he wanted. However, after today, whether he regretted it or not, he would never have this chance again.
He pulled out his podao and looked at Quni Madi's body. He remembered that her family was killed by him. He thought silently, "I hope your family can reunite, whether in the Underworld or the pure land created by Buddha."
Qi Mei walked out of the crowd and looked at Quni Madi who was lying in a pool of blood. He put his palms together and said in a trembling voice, "Buddha is merciful."
Lu Chenjia walked over slowly and knelt beside Quni Madi. She reached out and pulled her into her arms. She lowered her head slightly and looked very lost. She felt sad in her heart but could not speak or cry.
Ning Que turned around and looked at the back of the crowd. He felt that the aura was getting closer and closer. After confirming that he could not leave, he began to make preparations. He stretched his right hand behind him, his fingers trembling slightly.
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A carriage slowly entered the White Tower Temple and came to the back of the crowd. The sixteen horses pulling the carriage were so tired that they were foaming at the mouth. They were about to die from exhaustion.
An old monk wearing a bamboo hat and holding a monk's staff walked down from the carriage. When his right foot landed on the ground, the carriage made of stainless steel bounced half a foot off the ground.
The old monk held a monk's staff and walked slowly towards the White Tower at the back of the temple, accompanied by dozens of ascetic monks.
The White Tower Temple was filled with people. They looked at the scene curiously and bowed politely. They guessed the identity of the old monk and gradually, a piece of news spread among the crowd.
Yuelun Kingdom was a Buddhist country and the people of Chaoyang City were all believers of the Buddhist Sect. When they suddenly knew that the Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple, a living Buddha, had come to the human world, they could not help but be shocked speechless. They all made way and knelt on both sides. They kowtowed excitedly and looked very pious. After a while, the ground was covered with blood stains.
Wherever the old monk walked slowly, the crowd gradually parted like waves, revealing the sand at the bottom of the sea. The wind came from the lake and the old monk's kasaya danced in the wind, as if he was walking in the middle of the sea.
At the other end of the crowd, Ning Que held a knife and killed people. He also forcibly carved out a bloody path in the crowd. The two paths with different meanings extended opposite each other and finally met.
The two paths finally met and the crowd was divided into two sides. The middle was connected and they looked at each other.
The old monk saw the young man bathed in blood, the Daughter of Yama on his back and him drawing the bow.
Ning Que looked at the old monk in the kasaya and saw the monk's staff in his hand.
The old monk looked at him and smiled. He slowly put down the monk's staff.
Ning Que's fingers loosened slightly and the bowstring bounced back.
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After killing Quni Madi, Ning Que knew that he could not avoid the strong aura. So he reached behind him, not to comfort Sangsang, but to take the iron bow from her.
When the crowd gradually parted, he had already drawn the iron bow and kept aiming in that direction with the arrowhead.
Ning Que's hand was very steady, just like his state of mind.
He knew that he was facing the most powerful enemy he had ever met in his life. So he did not hesitate, nor did he hope to use any tactics. He used his most powerful weapon right away.
With a buzz, the bowstring vibrated violently. A white turbulence appeared at the end of the iron arrow and then suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, the iron arrow was dozens of feet away, in front of the old monk!
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Ning Que did not say a word, nor did his expression change. He did not ask who the other party was or why he was here. He did not plead for mercy, nor did he shout angrily. He did not mention the Academy, Taoism, or Buddhism. No matter who he was, he would shoot him first.
The tens of thousands of people in the White Tower Temple, the ascetic monks from the Xuankong Temple, the people from the West-Hill Divine Palace, and the officials of the Yuelun Kingdom did not expect the battle to start so suddenly.
Because it was so sudden, it was chilling.
Ning Que keenly noticed that when he released the bowstring, the old monk wearing the bamboo hat still did not react. He could not help but feel a little confused.
No matter how powerful a cultivator was, they would not dare to ignore the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, which were the combination of the Academy's wisdom and the Tang Empire's resources. In past battles, the powerhouses who had received Ning Que's iron arrows had only vaguely sensed the ominous signs before Ning Que shot the arrow and had to respond in advance.
Regardless of whether it was Ye Hongyu's clever calculations, Long Qing's black natal peach, or Luo Kedi's collapsing mountain, they all did the same. Because this was the only way to defeat the absolute speed represented by the Primordial Thirteen Arrows.
However, the old monk did not do anything.
Ning Que was slightly excited because he believed that even the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai, could not stand still and let him shoot an arrow. Even Eldest Brother had to move in advance.
However, he was slightly cautious because he believed that this old monk was definitely the most powerful enemy he had ever met. How could he not do anything and let himself be shot to death?
The excitement and vigilance turned into uneasiness and finally into confusion. No matter what kind of emotion it was, it was actually only a matter of a moment. It was much shorter than the moment mentioned by the Buddhism Sect.
In that extremely short period of time, what happened left Ning Que with only one emotion left in his mind. That was shock, extreme shock. Other than shock, there were no other thoughts.
With a swoosh, the iron arrow shot into the old monk's heart.
The sharp arrowhead did not enter the old monk's body.
It was as if the iron arrow had hit a steel plate. Then, the hard body of the arrow suddenly bent.
There was a dull sound of impact. The strong wind blew in all directions and the old monk's kasaya danced in the wind.
The iron arrow that had shot into his chest fell like a piece of straw trying to pierce through ice. It fell in front of the old monk's feet and made a crisp sound.
The old monk's kasaya no longer danced in the wind.
A piece of cloth fell from the old monk's chest. It looked like a withered leaf.
This was all the damage that the Primordial Thirteen Arrows could cause.
The Primordial Thirteen Arrows were powerful enough to break mountains and stones. Even if it shot a real steel plate, it could easily pierce through it. However, at this moment, it could not pierce through the old monk's body.
Looking at this unbelievable scene, Ning Que's left hand that was holding the iron bow trembled slightly.
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When he was fleeing to the west gate with Sangsang on his back, he had already vaguely guessed who it was when he sensed the strong aura. However, he did not want his speculation to shake his fighting spirit. Therefore, when the crowd gradually dispersed and he saw the old monk, he shot the Primordial Thirteen Arrows.
However, the final result proved that no matter how strong his fighting spirit was, no matter how decisive he was, and no matter how much he did not think about the identity of the other party, it was all meaningless in the face of the absolute difference in strength.
Everyone in the White Tower Temple had already knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old monk. In the hearts of the Yuelun people, this old monk was Buddha. The scene of the old monk taking the arrow with his body made them even more awestruck and excited.
Ning Que looked at the old monk and kept silent for a long time. Then he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "The Xuankong Temple is an Unknown Place, and the Chief Preaching Monk is the current Buddha. I really did not expect that you would step into the mortal world."
The Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple was naturally the most powerful person in the Buddhism Sect. His status in the cultivation world was similar to that of the abbey dean of the Zhishou Abbey and the Headmaster of the Academy. Ning Que could not deal with such a person personally.
The Chief Preaching Monk looked at Sangsang on Ning Que's back and said slowly, "The Daughter of Yama has appeared in the human world. How can I not come? But you, why don't you leave? "
Ning Que fell silent again and then said, "Why should I leave?"
The Chief Preaching Monk looked at the ground full of corpses and endless blood behind Ning Que and asked with a slightly pitiful expression.
"The world is innocent. Why should they suffer so much?"
"Your actions are fruitless. Why are you so cruel?"
Ning Que looked at the terrible old monk and suppressed the fear in his heart with a very strong will. He said, "Master, you are wrong. I am not cruel enough. Otherwise, I would have found my own cause and effect. When I killed people, I killed the old and the women, but I hesitated when I killed the children. Otherwise, I would have left by now."
The Chief Preaching Monk sighed and said, "It is said that you have joined the Devil. Now it seems that not only your cultivation, but your heart has also joined the Devil. In that case, I will send you back."
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(The next chapter will be written later because I am tired now. I am afraid that there will be problems with what I write. So write slowly and carefully.) (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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