609 The Chiming of Bells in Xuankong Temple (1/2)
Chapter 609: The Chiming of Bells in Xuankong Temple
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The podao, that was splattered with blood, had been wiped down, now it was gleaming. Because of its dark color, it did not shine like snow, but was more like smooth stone. Ning Que sheathed the blade and looked out through the window into the desolate Wilderness.
Based on the black horse carriage's terrifying speed, he could have simply escaped. The old monk could not have stopped him. However, the monk could have alerted Xuankong Temple, which was why he chose to lash out.
Just like what he had told Sangsang, the old monk who practiced penance was definitely not an ordinary person from Xuankong Temple. His palms emitted gold light, which made it evident that he was well-versed in the skills of the Buddhism Sect. His true powers were definitely stronger than what he had shown in battle.
However, the old monk had cultivated in Buddhism in Xuankong Temple for many years. He was well-versed in Buddhism and his cultivation state was exquisite, but he seemed not have experienced true battle. He had not expected Ning Que to lash out while they were speaking and that Ning Que would use his three most powerful skills. As such, he had been caught off guard and died.
Recalling the violent battle that had ended in mere seconds, Ning Que felt that Ye Hongyu had been right back then: cultivators of this world only know how to cultivate, but not how to fight.
A breeze entered the carriage through cracks in the window, whistling as it swirled around. The Big Black Horse pulled the carriage through the Wilderness quickly and quietly. It headed southeast in the direction Ning Que pointed at.
Looking at the desolate wilds outside the carriage, calculating the distance and the results of his previous calculations, Ning Que knocked against the panels of the carriage, signaling the Big Black Horse to stop. Then, he jumped out of the horse carriage and headed towards the depths of the Wilderness.
After some time, he returned with a black iron arrow in his hands. Congealed blood still covered the arrowhead. It was the arrow he had used to injure the old monk.
Much of the quiver, containing 13 iron arrows, had been emptied at Lanke Temple. Now he was in the Wilderness and might encounter danger at any time – each iron arrow was extremely important.
Hidden in a huge crater in the ground, as clouds continued to float by, huge yellow temples, looming between the peaks, were silent and peaceful. Suddenly, a faint chanting sounded from one of the temples.
After some time, several ascetic monks dressed in red monk robes walked the steep stone path down the cliff. These monks were expressionless, their faces akin to rocks.
The monk at the front wore robes that were obviously different. He was the chief monk from Xuankong Temple's Hall of Respect – Qi Mei. He looked at the desolate plains before him, squinting and frowning slightly.
The chanting from Xuankong Temple had come from the Chief Preaching Monk, who ranked the highest in the temple. Chief Preaching Monk's meditation heart had been uneasy, and he had ordered the monks from the Hall of Respect to search the Wilderness. Qi Mei might be the chief monk of Hall of Respect, but he had to turn up personally for the search as well. Furthermore, he knew very well why the chief monk would feel uneasy.
A preaching monk from Xuankong Temple had violated laws of Buddhism Sect, and had been burdened by the useless illegitimate son. As such, three years ago he had been banished to practice penance in the Wilderness. He had already fulfilled his sentence and should have returned to Xuankong Temple. However, they still had not seen him.