An arrow hit Ning Que's shoulder heavily. The sharp arrowhead tore his shirt but did not penetrate deep into his flesh. It only left a shallow wound. Sangsang, who was holding the black umbrella behind him, trembled slightly.
Countless arrows fell like a rainstorm. The big black umbrella behind them was like a small black boat in the ocean, constantly trembling, as if it would capsize and sink to the bottom of the sea at any time.
Leaving the White Tower Temple did not mean that they could leave Chaoyang City. The Yuelun Kingdom's troops from other counties had already taken control of the entire capital. There were archers everywhere in the streets.
Ning Que's body was strong, but he was still slightly injured by the continuous arrows. The big black umbrella shielded Sangsang from most of the arrows, but the holes on the umbrella were extremely dangerous.
To avoid the dense rows of archers, he did not choose to launch a surprise attack on the long street. Instead, he began to circle around the streets and alleys. The black crows flew above his head, making unpleasant cawing sounds. However, the truly brave and fearless residents of Chaoyang City were still in the White Tower Temple, so not many dared to stop him.
Circling around would take some time. There was still a long way to go before he reached the city gate. What made him uneasy and nervous was that he finally heard the thundering sound of hooves from afar.
The heavy cavalry of the Yuelun Kingdom had finally arrived.
The heavy cavalry was the most powerful means of dealing with cultivators in the human world. Although the heavy cavalry of the Yuelun Kingdom was much weaker than the black armored cavalry of the Tang Empire and the papal cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace, they could still overwhelm Ning Que and Sangsang to death as long as there were enough of them.
At this moment, a horse carriage with the emblem of the Divine Hall appeared at the entrance of the alley in front of them.
Ning Que stopped in his tracks.
The curtains of the carriage were lifted, revealing an aged face and a red divine robe.
Looking at the old priest in the horse carriage, Sangsang subconsciously clenched her fists. There was a piece of red cloth in her hand, but she did not know which one of the two priests in red had self-destructed.
Ning Que sped up and rushed into the horse carriage.
The horse carriage started slowly and then gradually sped up, rushing out of the alley.
The old priest in red asked, "Which direction?"
Ning Que replied, "North."
Previously in the White Tower Temple, the two priests in red from the West-Hill used their Divine Skills to explode themselves to clear the way for him and Sangsang. Only then did he have the opportunity to avoid Master Qi Mei and successfully escape into Chaoyang City.
The Divine Skill of Haotian Taoism was a kind Dharma and was regarded as the greatest gift that Haotian could give to his followers. In the West-Hill scriptures, using the Divine Skill to self-destruct was regarded as a great blasphemy to Haotian and was strictly prohibited. It was said that after death, the person who did so would never be able to enter the Divine Kingdom of Haotian, and his soul could only drift alone in the Underworld for eternity.
For ordinary believers of Haotian, not being able to enter the Holy Kingdom of Haotian was an unacceptable and cruel punishment. Moreover, the two red-robed priests could cultivate the Divine Skill, so their faith in Haotian must be extremely firm. So what was the reason that made the two red-robed priests willing to sink into the Underworld to save him?
Sangsang vaguely sensed it, but Ning Que had no time to think about it. He had been puzzled until he saw the old priest in the horse carriage.
Both he and Sangsang had seen this old priest in the Taoism Temple in the Kingdom of Qi.
The old priest's name was Chen Cun, and he was a red-robed priest of the West-Hill Divine Palace stationed in the Kingdom of Qi. He was highly respected in the Kingdom of Qi, and most importantly, he was from the Divine Hall of Light.
Sangsang leaned on Ning Que's shoulder and blinked her eyelashes. She said sadly, "Why do you have to do this?"
Chen Cun said humbly, "This is our own choice. Even if we can't enter the Divine Kingdom of Haotian, we won't feel any regret. Great Divine Priest, you don't have to be sad."
Ning Que was driving at this time, but he heard the words very clearly. He was sensitive to the fact that the old priest did not call Sangsang the Lady of Light like he did in the Kingdom of Qi, but directly called her the Great Divine Priest. He was even more sure that his guess was correct. He asked, "Those two priests are …"
Chen Cun looked a little sad and said indifferently, "Hua Yin is the court priest of the Kingdom of Song, and Song Xixi has always been in the Great River Kingdom. If they were reluctant to leave the glory of the human world, they would not have followed me to Yuelun."
The red-robed priests had a very high status in Haotian Taoism. The West-Hill Divine Palace was ordinary on the Peach Mountain, but as long as the red-robed priests were sent to the human world, they would often have the dignity and power of an emperor, just like Chen Cun in the Kingdom of Qi. Ning Que became even more silent when he heard the origin of the two red-robed priests.
The carriage of the West-Hill Divine Palace ran wildly in Chaoyang City. The black raven flew over again and circled around the carriage. Ning Que was very familiar with the streets of Chaoyang City, and maybe because of the Divine Hall emblem on the carriage, the cavalry of the Yuelun Kingdom was afraid of it. They managed to break through several obstructions without any danger.
The dense sound of horse hooves and bamboo flutes rang again in Chaoyang City. The cavalry of the Yuelun Kingdom finally came to their senses and began to chase the carriage. The ascetic monks of the Buddhism Sect also began to gather in the direction of the black raven.
Ning Que turned to look at the White Pagoda in the distance to his right. He was very worried about Eldest Brother who was still there and did not know the final result of the battle with the Chief Preaching Monk.
At this time, he suddenly saw that Sangsang's trousers on her calf had been torn. There was an extremely deep wound there. It must have been caused by the big black umbrella when she was attacked by the archers, and a piece of flesh was torn by the arrowhead. It must have been very painful, but she did not make any sound.
They were close to the north city gate. The carriage had taken a detour in the city to avoid the archers and cavalry. The ascetic monks of the Buddhism Sect had already arrived there, and Ning Que could even sense the aura of Master Qi Mei.
Chen Cun looked in the direction of the north city gate. The wrinkles on his face became deeper, but his eyes were extremely calm. It was the true calmness of someone who did not even care about death. This calmness showed that he was extremely determined.
He looked at Sangsang and the wound on her leg.
The arrow wound on Sangsang's calf did not bleed, perhaps because she had lost too much blood recently. However, there were some faint traces of black blood on the edge.
Chen Cun said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Great Divine Priest, please tell me that we did not do anything wrong."
Sangsang looked at this loyal old subordinate and felt a little sad. She was ready to tell the truth.
Ning Que waved the horsewhip and lashed in front of the carriage. The whip was loud and clear.
This horsewhip seemed to be lashing on Sangsang's heart.
Sangsang clenched the red cloth in her palm so tightly that her nails seemed to pierce into her flesh. After a moment of silence, she looked at the wrinkles on Chen Cun's face and said calmly, "Light will never make mistakes."
Hearing her answer, the deep wrinkles on Chen Cun's face stretched out. He seemed to be ten years younger in an instant and was full of vitality. He knelt in front of her and piously kissed the back of her foot.
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There were no other people outside the north city gate, only dozens of ascetic monks of the Buddhism Sect.
Master Qi Mei stood in front of these ascetic monks. His pale face looked very calm. The wounds on his body were still bleeding. The self-explosion of the two priests in red had caused him a lot of damage. In particular, the Divine Light ashes in his wounds were like light chips. Not only did they not have any healing effect, but they continued to cut his flesh.
Logically speaking, he and these ascetic monks of the Buddhism Sect should have a higher chance of winning if they intercepted Ning Que within the city. However, he chose to fight outside the city. This was because Ning Que did not pull out his podao when he faced the little boy in the White Tower Temple. As a high monk of the Buddhism Sect, why couldn't he not harm the innocent?
A carriage rushed out of the seemingly empty city gate of Chaoyang City, bringing with it a cloud of dust.
Master Qi Mei silently chanted the name of Buddha and slowly raised his right hand. His index finger and thumb pointed at the horse. He actually used his incomplete hand to display the complete Buddhist Mantra Mahāmudrā.
The carriage did not stop. Instead, it instantly broke through the powerful aura of Buddhism and continued to crash into Master Qi Mei and the dozens of ascetic monks. The reason was that the carriage suddenly burned.
It was not an ordinary burning. It was burning with Haotian's Divine Light. The Haotian's Divine Light that could purify everything in the world gushed out from the curtain of the carriage and instantly broke through the shroud of the Mantra Mahāmudrā.
Master Qi Mei suddenly froze.
After the two priests in red in the White Tower Temple self-exploded, he knew that there were people in the West-Hill Divine Palace who did not want the Daughter of Yama to die. Therefore, he was extremely vigilant.
However, he still did not expect that there would be another priest who willingly fell into the Underworld. Moreover, looking at the Haotian's Divine Light that gushed out from the carriage, the priest in red was even more powerful!
The burning carriage continued to move forward.
Master Qi Mei hurriedly ordered the monks to retreat. His heart became heavier.
What happened to the West-Hill Divine Palace? What happened to the Haotian Taoism Sect? In the entire Haotian Taoism Sect, there were no more than ten priests in red who could cultivate Divine Skills. Today, three of them actually came to Chaoyang City. And these three priests in red actually betrayed the West-Hill Divine Palace to help the Daughter of Yama escape!
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A blazing and bright ball of light appeared in the field outside Chaoyang City.
The burning carriage instantly shattered and then turned into nothingness. Instead, it was replaced by countless powerful Divine Lights that gushed out and scattered in all directions. The wind was blowing and the gravel was rolling!
Dozens of Buddhism Sect cultivators were shaken away. Master Qi Mei bore the brunt of it and was seriously injured again!
When the priest in red, Chen Cun, began to burn the last of his life, Ning Que had already jumped off the carriage from behind with Sangsang on his back. Then, under the cover of the flame, he sprinted forward.
The burning carriage was the most fearless vanguard, as well as the most valiant paving the way.
The ball of light that the old priest exchanged for with his life shook the field outside the city. In the wind and gravel, Ning Que carried Sangsang on his back and rushed through the Buddhism Sect powerhouses who had been shaken down.
Sangsang buried her head behind his shoulder. She did not look at the Divine Light that was falling everywhere in the field and clenched her fists.
Ning Que ran and looked at the Great Green Mountain not far away in the north. He whistled.
The sound of the whistle was neither loud nor sharp. It seemed to be carelessly blown.
But the black crows flying in the sky heard it very clearly and responded with unpleasant cawing sounds.
In the distant Great Green Mountain, there came a sad neigh of a horse.
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(I'm suddenly excited to write and haven't eaten yet. Go eat now and try to finish the third chapter before three 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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