570 A Thousand-World Flower (1/2)

Chapter 570: A Thousand-World Flower

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Everything was silent at the peak of Tile Mountain.

Silver light from the stars scattered between the mountains, almost as if it were coating the huge rocks under a thin layer of merciful light. A few night clouds passed across the statue's front and faint songs of night birds were heard.

The Buddhist chariot was parked outside the cave. It was bathed in starlight, the mantras embroidered on its curtains seemed to be shining and swaying in the night wind. These mantras seemed to come alive and were looking progressively more dignified and beautiful.

Quni Madi walked up to the chariot and said something in a low voice. The monk in the Buddhist chariot could vaguely be seen shaking his head. Quni Madi brought the sadhu from the White Tower Temple down the hill. Flower Addict was among them.

The cultivators that had come out of the cave were either confused or excited. They took a long time to resolve Master Qishan's words. After waking up, people went deep into the cave. Afterwards, they paid homage to the Buddhist chariot, saluted the black horse carriage and walked downhill.

The cultivators gradually left, their shadows disappearing into the night sky of Tile Mountain, almost like the end of a chess match. Whether it was the black or white pieces, they were all lifted, leaving behind a clean chessboard.

Mo Shanshan walked to the front of the black horse carriage and said, ”Bring Sangsang in. I'm staying in Lanke Temple and need to go downhill. I won't wait for you.”

Ning Que asked, ”Would you like to wait a bit so we could go down together?”

Mo Shanshan said, ”Going up together was enough. Why must we go down together too? There's no need.”

With that said, she drifted away.

Ning Que was silent for a while. He didn't want to think much as he helped Sangsang out of the black horse carriage. He looked at the seemingly lonely Buddhist chariot outside the hut, furrowed his brows and entered the cave.

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Master Qishan extended two fingers and placed them on Sangsang's wrist.

Master had been ill for a long time and had a weak body. His fingers were as skinny as dry braches.

Sangsang had been ill for a long time and she was weak, her wrists were as thin as reeds.

The occasional night wind entered the cave, the lamp shook and the master felt a hint of cold. He couldn't help but shiver and cough intensely. His trembling followed across his fingers and over to Sangsang's wrist, and she couldn't help but cough as well.

Looking at this scene, Ning Que wanted to laugh but, at the same time, felt the bitterness welling up.

Master Qishan and Sangsang felt better than him, as they looked at each other and laughed.

”Such a chilly aura coming from the deep cave.”

Master Qishan's finger slowly rose from Sangsang's wrist as he sighed while saying.

Ning Que looked at the master but couldn't see any difference. Only from his clenched fist could one tell how nervous he was.

Master Qishan didn't care about him. He looked at Sangsang and said affectionately, ”When the chilly aura comes, it gets incredibly painful. I do not know how you managed to endure for so many years, especially when you were young.”

Sangsang glanced at Ning Que.

Ning Que thought back to how Sangsang's illness was in the past. Even though more than ten years had passed, he still felt a chill as he shook his head and chased the images out of his mind.