634 The Chief Preaching Monk (2/2)

Including tens of thousands of people in White Tower Temple, Ascetic Monks from Xuankong Temple, people from West-Hill Divine Palace in the distance, and officials from Yuelun Kingdom, no one would have expected the battle to begin so suddenly.

It made people really frightened.

Ning Que was keenly aware that when he loosened the bowstring, the old monk wearing a bamboo hat did not respond at all. He could not help feeling somewhat confused.

No matter how strong the cultivator was, he would not dare to ignore Primordial Thirteen Arrows containing the wisdom of the Academy and the materials of Tang Empire in such way. In previous battles, those strong men who took the iron arrows from Ning Que always responded in advance as soon as they vaguely sensed the danger before Ning Que shot out.

Including Ye Hongyu, Long Qing, or Luo Kedi, they all did so to defeat Primordial Thirteen Arrows which represented the absolute speed.

However, the old monk did nothing.

Ning Que felt a bit excited, as he believed that not even Liu Bai, Sage of Sword could stand still in the face of his arrow. Even Eldest Brother must move in advance if he intended to take on his arrow.

Meanwhile, he felt a bit alert, as he believed that the old monk was definitely the strongest enemy that he had ever met, and it was impossible that the old monk would do nothing and just let himself be shot dead.

Excitement, vigilance and discomposure struck him, and he finally felt confused. However, no matter what kind of feelings he had, it was just a matter of a moment which was countless times shorter than the Ksana told by Buddhism Sect.

What happened within such short moment made Ning Que felt nothing but extremely shocked.

The iron arrow was hitting the heart of the old monk.

But the sharp arrowhead failed to penetrate the old monk's body.

The hard iron arrow suddenly bent, as if it had hit a steel plate.

A dull noise against the old monk's body could be heard, and a strong wind could be felt. The old monk's kasaya danced in the wind.

The iron arrow shooting the old monk was as weak as the straw intending to pierce ice. It fell in front of the old monk's feet, making a crunching noise.

The wind stopped, and the kasaya on the old monk no longer danced.

A piece of cloth fell from the old monk's chest like a dead leaf.

That was the only damage made by Primordial Thirteen Arrows.

Primordial Thirteen Arrows were so powerful that they could even penetrate stones and mountains, and even if they really had shot a steel plate, they could pierce it easily. But now, they could not even penetrate the old monk's body.

Having seen such an incredible scene, Ning Que could no longer control his slightly shaking left hand which was holding the iron bow.

Earlier on, when he carried Sangsang on his back and was fleeing towards the west gate, he had sensed a very strong aura. He had already vaguely guessed who the newcomer was, but he didn't want the guess to shake his determination to fight. As such, he had shot his Primordial Thirteen Arrow when the crowd parted and he first saw the old monk.

However, the final result proved that no matter how strong his determination to fight was, how resolute he was, and even how hard he tried not to think who the newcomer was, they would make no sense in the face of the absolute power.

Everyone in White Tower Temple had dropped to their knees and kowtowed to the old monk constantly, as in their minds, he was a Buddha. And the scene in which the old monk bore the arrow using his flesh made them excited and in awe of him.

Looking at the old monk and remaining silent for a while, Ning Que said with a cracked voice, ”Xuankong Temple is the Unknown Place, and Chief Preaching Monk is the Buddha of the present age. It is really beyond my expectation that you would step into the mortal world.”

The Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple obviously turned out to be the strongest man of the Buddhism Sect, enjoying an equal position with the abbey dean of Zhishou Abbey and the Headmaster of the Academy in the cultivation world, thus it would be impossible for Ning Que to defeat him.

Having seen Sangsang on Ning Que's back, Chief Preaching Monk said slowly, ”As the Daughter of Yama has visited the mortal world, how can I not do so? The question should be why you are still here.”

After a brief silence, Ning Que smiled and said, ”Why should I leave?”

Looking at those dead bodies and endless blood on the ground behind Ning Que, Chief Preaching Monk asked two questions with a merciful expression.

”As people are so innocent, why should they suffer so much pain?”

”As your action would come to nothing, why should you be so evil?”

Looking at this powerful old monk, Ning Que defeated his dread by his strong will and said, ”Master, you are wrong. Should I be evil enough, I can find my own cause and effect. And when I killed people earlier, I hesitated to kill children after killing the old and women, which took me some time, or I would not be here now.”

Chief Preaching Monk signed, ”It is said that you have joined the Devil. From what you have done today, not only has your cultivation joined the Devil, but your mind has too. In that case, I'd like end your life.”