Ning Que had confirmed two important facts from these two simple sentences: the old monk with an unfathomable state was indeed the Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple, and the old monk was about to kill him and Sangsang.
In the face of such a serious situation, he had no time to think about the power gap between him and the Chief Preaching Monk. He didn't even think about it. With what little courage and determination he had left, he launched an attack!
The Great Spirit in his body gushed out, and his right foot stepped on the hard ground, leaving a stone pit. His body turned into a shadow and instantly rushed to the front of the Chief Preaching Monk. He raised the podao with both hands and chopped at the Chief Preaching Monk's head with the blazing Haotian Divine Flame, as if he was going to incinerate all the dark clouds in the sky!
The hard and heavy podao fiercely chopped the bamboo hat on the Chief Preaching Monk's head, making a loud buzzing sound. It was like chopping an ancient bell, and a melodious bell reverberated!
The bamboo hat was instantly smashed into dust, splashing everywhere. The Chief Preaching Monk's bald head could be vaguely seen. However, the Chief Preaching Monk's expression didn't change, and even his silver-white eyebrows didn't tremble at all.
Ning Que's hands holding the hilt trembled again, but his movements didn't slow down at all. With a loud shout, the podao chopped down again with Haotian Divine Flame. It fell like a storm, and in a flash, it chopped the Chief Preaching Monk seventeen times. Each time it fell on a different position, but it was all so fierce and tough!
The first stroke that burned the sky and broke the mountain was the most powerful one Ning Que had ever used in his life. It was many times more powerful than the one he used to blind Liu Yiqing at the side gate of the Academy.
At this time, he chopped seventeen times in a row, which was the most exquisite bladesmanship he could perform. If not for the strong fear, he wouldn't be able to perform it at his current state.
However, whether it was the most powerful stroke or the most exquisite bladesmanship, they all lost their meaning in the face of this silent and calm old monk.
How could he hurt someone if he couldn't even cut off an eyebrow?
When the podao ended, the bamboo hat on the Chief Preaching Monk was still splashing around. His kasaya was cut into countless pieces by the blade, but it didn't have time to fall.
Like a ghost, Ning Que retreated dozens of feet and returned to his previous position. His face was pale.
Another breeze came from the lake. The robe on the Chief Monk of Scripture slowly floated up like a butterfly, revealing his naked body. Then, a disciple helped him change into new clothes.
At this time, the tens of thousands of believers in the temple were kneeling on the ground and kowtowing piously. No one noticed this scene.
But Ning Que could see clearly that there was not even a trace of a knife wound on the old body of the Chief Preaching Monk. He could not help but feel a chill in his body and mind. He thought of what Qi Mei had said in front of the small courtyard.
"There are thousands of Buddhist teachings in the Buddhist Sect, but they don't deviate from the main principle. What we cultivate is to enter Buddhism through meditation and become a Buddha through the body. Both our bodies and minds are indestructible, and I have already cultivated to become a Buddha through the body."
After the battle in the small courtyard, Ning Que was very clear about the strength and terrifying recovery ability of Qi Mei's body. He was just a disciple of the Chief Preaching Monk and had only cultivated his body to the level of Buddha.
The Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple could not be pierced by the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, nor could the podao with Haotian Divine Light leave a mark on him. Obviously, he had reached the supreme state of Buddhism where his body and mind were both indestructible!
What was indestructible?
It was indestructible no matter how hard he was hit.
Then how could he fight this battle?
Ning Que never knew how to write the word "despair", but today he seemed to finally understand the strokes of this word.
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The Chief Preaching Monk changed into a new kasaya and then raised his head. He looked at Ning Que who was dozens of feet away with a calm expression and slowly put down the staff in his hand.
Previously, the staff in his hand had been falling, but Ning Que's movements were too fast and his movements were too slow. Therefore, the staff had not fallen to the ground even after Ning Que had slashed eighteen times.
Until then, the tip of the staff finally touched the ground.
The tip of the staff made a clear sound like a bell.
The tip of the staff pierced into the ground easily and silently.
There was no deafening sound, and there was no momentum that shook the world.
Tens of thousands of Yuelun citizens who were bowing to the ground felt nothing.
The incomparably berserk voice was silent.
It was so violent that it could not be felt.
Only Ning Que felt the tremor.
The vibration of the earth.
Ning Que's feet trembled, and his broken boots were all broken into pieces.
The trembling spread to his legs, and his pants were instantly torn.
Then, his body also trembled. Then, Sangsang on his back also trembled.
There were two puffs.
Ning Que spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground in front of him.
Sangsang spat out a mouthful of blood on his shoulder.
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The Chief Preaching Monk lifted the staff again and slowly walked toward Ning Que.
Ning Que was extremely disappointed. His only thought was to jump into the lake in the back temple with Sangsang on his back. However, he felt that all his bones had been broken, and he did not have the strength to escape.
The Chief Preaching Monk walked very slowly. He needed to use the staff to support himself with each step and take a temporary rest.
Every time the staff fell to the ground, the tip of the staff would make a clear and pleasant sound. Ning Que, who was dozens of feet away, would feel a violent impact again, as if the staff had fallen on his heart.
The Chief Preaching Monk walked toward Ning Que step by step.
Ning Que and Sangsang kept vomiting blood as they watched the Chief Preaching Monk walking toward them. At this moment, he would rather the Chief Preaching Monk move faster. Because the slower the Chief Preaching Monk was, the more painful it would be for him and Sangsang.
More than a hundred Buddhist monks occupied the temple. Hundreds of archers from the Yuelun Army woke up from the previous shock and fanaticism. They pulled their bows and arrows and aimed at Ning Que.
Only Master Qi Mei, for some reason, was still standing outside the crowd.
Ning Que tried to pull the iron bow, but found that he could not do anything in front of the Chief Preaching Monk's power and within the range of the sound of the staff.
The Chief Preaching Monk walked toward him slowly and asked indifferently, "Where is the chessboard left by Buddha?"
Ning Que smiled painfully, and his teeth were full of blood. He said, "In the depths of my mind. You can kill me and see which part of my mind is hidden."
The Chief Monk of Scripture sighed and looked at Sangsang's pale face. He said with pity, "Poor child, you've wasted your time in the human world. You've suffered for so many years. Today you're free."
Ning Que coughed up blood and squeezed out a mocking expression. He said, "Buddha said to deliver all living beings from suffering. So this is the way to be free. Why don't you free yourself first?"
He was still in the mood to mock the Chief Preaching Monk when the situation was critical and desperate. He thought that it was worth it to laugh at a bigwig like the Chief Preaching Monk before he died. And he did not despair.
The reason why he did not despair was that he still had a glimmer of hope.
That hope did not lie in him.
It lied in the person he was waiting for.
He had waited for that person for a long time in the Lanke Temple.
After leaving the Lanke Temple, he waited for that person in Chaoyang City for a whole winter.
He had been waiting for that person because he firmly believed that that person would come.
That person came that day in the Lanke Temple. So he should appear in the White Tower Temple today.
However, would that person really come?
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"Thump!"
The answer to Ning Que's question was the sound of a zither.
The zither was a kind of musical instrument that made sounds with strings. It was usually seven-stringed. The sound was gentle and the most elegant.
This was the White Tower Temple. The ground was covered with corpses and endless blood. It was the Asura Realm that the Buddhism Sect talked about.
The sound of the zither was not harmonious with this place.
And there was no zither in the White Tower Temple. No one here had a zither.
But there was a string. Although it was only one string, when it was taut, if someone plucked it with their fingers, it could also make a clear and pleasant sound.
The strings were on the bows held by hundreds of archers from the Yuelun Kingdom.
The sound of the zither came from a bow.
However, the person playing the zither was obviously in a hurry. When he plucked the string, he used too much force and broke the taut string. The string suddenly broke into two and turned into a grey rope.
Then, the sound of the zither sounded again.
There were hundreds of archers from the Yuelun Kingdom, so there were hundreds of bows. There were hundreds of bows, so there were hundreds of taut strings. When the zither player touched the bowstring, there would be a sound, and then the string would break.
The clear sound of the zither was dense and continuous in the White Tower Temple. It was like a group of pearls falling on a jade plate or a shower falling into an iron urn. There was no interruption, but it seemed to sound at the same time!
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! "
It seemed to be a long time, but it was only a very short moment. The dense and clear sound of the zither rose and then disappeared at the same time. Only some lingering sound was left, echoing in the White Tower Temple.
A scholar in an old cotton-padded jacket came to the scene. He stood quietly in front of Ning Que and looked at the Chief Preaching Monk not far away. The wooden dipper tied to his belt swayed gently.
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The sound of the zither stopped. The hundred strings broke.
The monk's staff in the hands of the Chief Preaching Monk no longer made a clear sound.
After the scholar appeared, the scene was quiet.
The wind rose again, and the new kasaya on the Chief Preaching Monk slowly danced.
But no one knew whether the wind came from the lake or from the scholar.
It was only then that the archers realized that the bows in their hands had become useless. The arrows on the strings had long been shot into the air, and no one knew where they had gone.
They looked at the scholar in shock. They vaguely guessed that it had something to do with this person, but they could not figure out how it happened. They were even more confused about who this person was.
Of course Ning Que knew who he was, because he was the person he had been waiting for. He had thought that he would never see him again, but he still appeared.
Looking at the scholar, his nerves, which had been tense for countless days and nights, suddenly relaxed. He felt endless exhaustion pouring into his body. From the autumn in the Lanke Temple to the autumn in the Wilderness, and then to the winter in Chaoyang City, he had always been on the run without help. It was not until now that he finally had someone he could rely on.
It was a good feeling.
Eldest Brother turned around and saw Ning Que covered in blood. He could not help but feel a little guilty, a little ashamed, and also very gratified. He said in a trembling voice, "Younger Brother, I'm here."
Ning Que looked at Eldest Brother covered in dust and his haggard and tired appearance. He understood why and was extremely moved. He said in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother, you're here?"
These two sentences sounded almost at the same time.
The two of them looked at each other in a daze. They looked at each other, smiled, and then began to cough together.
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(I feel like Ning Que at this moment when I saw Eldest Brother.) (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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