476 The Wail of the Cicadas (2/2)

The sound of the splattering blood was a result of the frictional vibration between the blood and the wound, which was similar to that of cicadas. Both sounds could be very similarly grieving.

The monk turned back to look at the dead Third Minister of Offerings sitting in the thick snow. He frowned and knew that it was a warning from the man in the forest.

He was a Buddhist disciple who could kill people but was unwilling to do so. Thus he just trapped the Minister of Offerings with an Emblematic Gesture. But it was beyond his expectation that he had become an accomplice to the headmaster of the Devil's Doctrine.

The monk knew why the Twenty-Three-year Cicada reappeared and why he prevented him from walking toward Yanming Lake by the wail of cicadas.

Because Xia Hou was a traitor to the Devil's Doctrine, bound to be killed by Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation.

There would be nothing if the headmaster of the Devil's Doctrine had died, but he would definitely kill Xia Hou or watch him die since he was still alive.

For the sake of the Academy and the Tang court, he had been forbearing for many years. How could he let others touch this matter since the Academy was determined to kill Xia Hou.

Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation might be afraid of the Headmaster of the Academy.

But he would never fear the Xuankong Temple or the Zhishou Abbey.

Although the mute monk understood the intention of the wail, it did not mean that he could accept it.

The Buddhism Sect had always been regarded as an outer sect by Haotian Taoism, but it belonged to main sects after all. Although he knew that the headmaster of the Devil's Doctrine was extremely strong, he would not stop for he was determined.

He was Qi Nian, the successor of the Xuankong Temple.

He began to feel angry.

Not arrogantly nor indignantly.

The monk still closed his mouth tightly, with his eyes filled with determination and his hand moving quickly before his robe. Within a moment, the monk formed a piercing Emblematic Gesture.

It was the most powerful and brightest Invariant Ming King Gesture among the Emblematic Gestures of the Buddhism Sect.

Those two ordinary-looking hands before the old kasaya, with fingers separately pointing upwards, formed a strong aura spreading out to the forest in all directions.

Silently, all the accumulated snow in the forest sharply flew to the sky, and suddenly the wind and snow in the sky were shaken and became stagnant.

The wail that could be heard everywhere in the night forest suddenly stopped.

However, after a short while, the buzzes resumed, becoming more clear and piercing than before.

It sounded like someone was laughing loudly.

The wind blew harder and the snow fell more sharply in the forest. The ground was again filled with snow and the falling snow shot straight to Qi Nian.

Qi Nian looked the same, standing slightly in the snow with his sandals. He hit his left knee with his right leg, naturally sitting in the snow on a half snow lotus plate.

Those piercing snowflakes like thousands of cicadas hit Qi Nian cruelly.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier on the surface of Qi Nian's body.

Those snowflakes could no longer move forward when they were half an inch away from him. They stopped in the sky and stuck to his outer body like cotton.

In a flash, his kasaya was totally covered with snow only with his head and hands outside, and he looked like a snowman.

Looking into the deep night forest and feeling the cold frost on his eyelashes, Qi Nian hesitated to say something with his cheeks twitching slightly.

After fifteen years' practice of Silent Meditation, would he finally start to speak tonight?

Yet, at this moment.

A voice suddenly rang in the deep forest.

The sound was very quiet.

Thus, there was a sharp contrast to the piercing wail in the forest.

However, in such a quiet voice, the content was cold.

”If you speak, I will make tens of thousands of people in the world become dumb.”

Hearing this remark, the monk became extremely furious, looking into the deep forest with his eyes wide open, and both the cold frost on his eyelashes and the accumulated snow on his body were melted into warm water.

He understood that even if he spoke tonight, he would still be unable to defeat that man. However, the man would definitely set off a bloody storm in the world, if he did so.

If he faced Mr. First, Mr. Second, or even the Headmaster of the Academy, he could ignore the warning because he was clearly aware of their decency.

But the man was Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation.

He could do anything.

Angry as he was, he could not speak.

The man in the deep forest kept silent after saying those words, but Qi Nian knew that he was still there as the wail of the cicadas continued.

The monk could not sigh as he could not speak. He could only silently sigh in his heart, decomposing the Invariant Ming King Gesture and slowly closing his eyes with his palms put together.

The snow continued to fall sharply like cicadas, covering the monk including his head, thus the successor of the Xuankong Temple became a snowman overnight in the forest.

The snow that had been falling for an entire day suddenly eased up.

The wail of the cicadas became weaker but sadder.

Cicadas cried mournfully.

The heavy snow gradually stopped in the lake that night.