Chapter 278 (2/2)
Ning Que stared at his eyes and said, ”So you didn't want to change the world. You just envied my Youngest Uncle and wanted to make yourself stronger so that you could defeat him. But you still couldn't make it. So you fell into despair in the end and wanted the whole world to die with you.”
The old monk was slightly startled and then laughed as if he heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. His empty hand kept rubbing at his shriveled abdomen. He said, ”Would I be jealous of a madman?”
Ning Que did not laugh, but looked at him calmly and said, ”You're a madman yourself.”
The old monk kept silent and then sighed softly. He said, ”You're right. I was indeed somewhat jealous.” I had no obstacles on the road of Buddhism and could cultivate both Taoism and Diabolism. In Xuankong Temple, I could be a Bhadanta. In the Peach Mountain, I could be a G.o.d. In Devil's Doctrine, I was a priest with the highest status. So I really didn't need to be modest, for I always thought myself as a peerless figure within a thousand years. But I never expected to actually encounter a guy more incredible than me.”
The old monk said with a lament, ”I learned lotus print of Xuankong Temple and got enlightenment easily. I learned Confinement tactical arrays of the Peach Mountain and could trap the whole world by waving my hands at will. I was an expert in the cultivation methods of 7 sects and 28 schools of Devil's Doctrine. I even regained the Practice of Taotie that had long lost its successor and enlightened the Haotian oracle by reading two books of Tomes of Arcane. If it wasn't because I didn't want to be ordered by Haotian, I could be apocalyptic at any time. Do you think I'm a cultivation genius?”
Ning Que's heart trembled with each sentence the old monk said. Ning Que had never seen such a mighty cultivator in his life. Even Master Yan Se and Second Brother seemed to be far worse than him. Of course, a figure like him was a cultivation genius.
He said honestly, ”You're an expert in every cultivation method. You're indeed a great person.”
The old monk laughed at himself and said, ”Do you know how many cultivation methods Ke Haoran learned?”
Ning Que kept silent.
The old monk slowly shook his head and said, ”He only learned one.”
Ning Que said in surprise, ”One?”
The old monk said quietly, ”Ke Haoran could only use a sword, from a child-like woodchip sword in the very beginning to a sword piercing the sky. Both of them belonged to his Haoran Sword.”
Ning Que glanced at the disorderly sword marks on the walls in the room and felt puzzled. If Youngest Uncle could only use Haoran Sword, how could he arrange such a powerful Confinement tactical array to trap Lotus for decades?
The old monk seemed to sense Ning Que's and Mo Shanshan's doubts, so he smiled and said, ”You said that I was an expert in every cultivation method. But Ke Haoran mastered every cultivation method by using one method. He could only use a sword throughout his life. But he could turn a sword style into all Taoists Laws in the world. The Confinement in this room is one example.”
A sword turned into thousands of Taoists Laws in the world!
Ning Que was too shocked to say anything and thought about how many years of cultivation he needed to reach such a state.
The old monk smiled and said, ” In fact, I really felt helpless to meet such a person.”
”Ke Haoran was not as good-looking as I. His donkey was even worse than my horse. His feet sweated so much that they stunk when he took off his shoes. But he still liked sitting and scratching his feet. He got a bad temper and even scolded with the Headmaster of Academy for three full days and nights, just for a bowl of braised pork. All the people revered him even though he was someone like that. When I traveled with him, the people could only see him. No matter how many amazing things I had made, the people could only see him.”
The old monk wore a slightly bitter smile and raised his left hand to make a lotus print in front of his chest. He gently rubbed the head of Ye Hongyu as if he was spoiling a kid and continued, ”Indeed I was jealous of him, so I wanted to do something amazing. However, I wanted to find a way to the ideal world more. He stood in my way no matter what I did. So I had to think of a way to make him die.”
”But he still saw through your plot.” Ning Que said.
The old monk said with a lament, ”At that time, Wei Guangming almost exposed my trick. So I had to hide in the Devil's Doctrine. Unexpectedly, Ke Haoran had seen through the matter at Lanke Temple and also chased after me. I didn't mind it at that time, for I always thought that the whole Devil's Doctrine could always kill him. So I was even somewhat glad of his coming and prepared to kill him.”
”I hadn't fought with Ke Haoran before. I knew he was very strong, but I didn't care whether he was the strongest man in the world. However, after all, I still didn't expect he would be so strong.”
The old monk said indifferently, ”He was strong, so he won. This truth was acceptable for the people in the Devil's Doctrine. So I accepted my failure. Even if he killed me with his sword, I had no complaints. But he should not have let me live.”
”He should not have let me live!”
The old monk's skinny cheeks suddenly became distorted and his deep eyes were full of venomousness like a ghost fire. His hoa.r.s.e voice seemed to come from Underworld and he shouted painfully. ”He ruined all my cultivation and threw me in this dark room. He sealed all my Qi of Heaven and Earth with the Confinement I most admired and suppressed me like a monster in this dark place where I couldn't see a blue sky for the rest of my life! He made me bear a lifetime of loneliness and despair!”
”Could anyone endure loneliness and isolation for decades? Do you know the despair I feel when I look at the light coming from outside the temple every day for counting days? Do you know what a terrible punishment it was to only look at these four walls for decades? Do you know, when a person stays alone for a long time, even quietness could become the most terrible torture?”
The old monk stared at Ning Que's face grudgingly, as if he was looking at the face of that man in those years. His breath became unusually rapid because of his excitement and his voice became increasingly mournful, just like his mood at this time.
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