547 The Little Town on Wa Mountain (1/2)

Chapter 547: The Little Town on Wa Mountain

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Ning Que was most grateful to Ye Hongyu for stabilizing Sangsang's illness for the time being. He knew that the young Divine Priest of Judgment was on her way to capturing and killing Long Qing. Logically speaking, even if they were not friends, he should have shown a degree of worry for her out of gratitude. However, he did not.

Ning Que had absolute confidence in Ye Hongyu. Long Qing was indeed very terrifying. In the battle under the autumn rain, Ning Que would have died had he not been fortunate. However, he still believed that Ye Hongyu was the most terrifying amongst the younger generation of cultivators. Since she had said that she would personally kill Long Qing, then Long Qing would find it hard to escape death.

Looking out of the windows, Ning Que thought about that bloody battle in the autumn rain, the fallen riders outside the rundown temple and Long Qing, who wore a black Taoist robe and his dark quiet figure. Images of other memories popped up moments later, and he recalled a dream he had where he saw three black whirlwinds of smoke and dust in the Wilderness.

The three vortexes were cold and dark as if they were part of the night. Now that he carefully thought about it, they were very similar to the aura that Long Qing and his fallen knights carried.

Ning Que felt even more so that what Long Qing had said that day was true. The fellow who had learned to consume others and had fallen in love with consuming others was the Son of Yama.

He was soothed by the thought, and the fear about rumors surrounding his birth and struggling against the Buddhism Sect lessened. He grew more anxious to reach the Lanke Temple.

However, they would still need to travel slowly no matter how anxious Ning Que was. This was especially so since Sangsang was weak and could not travel without stopping to rest. The speed of the horse carriage did not pick up.

The air in the south was more humid, and even though it was late in autumn, the trees by the sides of the road were still verdant. It was certainly more pleasing to the eye when compared to the bleakness of the north.

There would be the occasional autumn showers and the days grew colder. Sangsang's body grew colder as well, especially her limbs which felt as if they were made of ice when touched.

Strong alcohol could warm her up, but the effect lasted less and less. As such, Ning Que stuck the failed Fu paper he had left over from two years ago, which had some warming effects on Sangsang. He also made a brazier in the horse carriage. Fire Fu which were extremely precious to cultivators burned in the copper bowl day and night, never extinguishing. They burned an unknown amount of Fu paper on their trip.

They used up the Fire Fus that Ning Que had written in the past and he began to write new ones. However, no matter how powerful Ning Que's Psyche Power was, it could not withstand his extravagant usage. His face grew paler and paler.

angsang did not stop him because she knew that it was meaningless and would not produce any results. If Ning Que were sick, she would do the same thing and Ning Que would not stop her either.

Everyday she would look out at the autumn scenery from the window, or at Ning Que's face next to the window. She kept a small, serene smile on her face. To her, all the scenery she saw was beautiful, even the autumn's wind and rain, and the yellow withering leaves. And as long as it was Ning Que's face she was looking at, she would find it good-looking as well, even if his face was haggard as if he had not slept in days.

Sangsang spent more and more time looking at the scenery and the smile on her face grew sweeter. However, she spoke less and less. Even though she did not speak much over the years, she was even quieter now.

She did not know if the elder at the Lanke Temple could heal her odd sickness, and she did not know if she had a future. She did not know what the future would hold for her if she even had one. This fear that had come from not knowing was the source of her silence.

Ning Que understood how she felt but did not say anything because he knew about Sangsang's personality.

Sangsang might seem warm, but she was stubborn and had never liked being consoled. That was because she and Ning Que had managed to survive through their utmost efforts. She knew that she could not be weak no matter the situation. The weaker they were, the easier it was for them to die. And if she was consoled and became touched, it would be the beginning of her weakening.

Ning Que did not console her but hugged her to his chest. They looked out at the crisp autumn scenery outside the window in a daze. This was pretty good as well, for they felt that they had traveled back to ten years ago.

Other than hugging Sangsang and staring out at the scenery in the daze, Ning Que only did one thing during the rest of the time, especially while Sangsang was sleeping. He repaired the Primordial Thirteen Arrows.

There were special tools made to fix the arrows in the box. His hands were stable and the talismans on the arrow shafts were carved by him, so the work of fixing the iron arrows was very successful.

Just as he was fixing the last iron arrow, they heard the sounds of people talking from outside the carriage.

Sangsang lifted the curtain and looked out front. There were several strange peaks on the hills in the south. The tops of the peaks were completely flat and looked like black roof tiles.

They have arrived at Wa Mountain.

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In the world of Haotian, the Buddhism Sect had remained silent for a millennium. They had shut their doors in cultivation. Occasionally, there would be someone who would enter the human realm but they were just vassals of Haotian Taoism. They were well known for debates and meditation. With regards to Buddhist rituals and sacrifices to heaven, many high monks had always thought that the Buddhist wheel of life was just another way of expressing Haotian's will.

This argument led to the Buddhism Sect being surreptitiously classified under the Haotian Taoism system. It was so low-key that many predecessors had written in their notes that the Buddhism Sect was a school of thought and nothing else.

Perhaps due to these reasons, Buddhism was not widespread in the world. Other than the sadhus in the countryside, it was difficult to find a Buddhist temple in South Jin and other Kingdoms.