635 As the Strings Broke and Sound Arose, Here I Am (2/2)

No one knew why Master Qi Mei still stood on the periphery of the crowd.

Ning Que tried to draw the iron bow apart, only to find that he could do nothing before the Buddhist power of the Chief Preaching Monk and within the scope of the staff's sound.

The Chief Preaching Monk walked slowly towards them. He looked at Ning Que and asked calmly,”Where is the chessboard left by Buddha?”

Ning Que smiled painfully, revealing his teeth covered with blood. He said,”It is in the depth of my mind. You can just kill me and see in which part it hides.”

The Chief Preaching Monk heaved a sigh. He looked at the little pale face of Sangsang and said with a pity,”Poor girl, you lived a life for nothing. You have suffered a lot over these years. Today you can be free.”

Ning Que coughed up blood and managed a sarcastic expression with difficulty. He said, ”The Buddha said to deliver all living creatures from torment. It turns out that this is deliverance. Why not deliver yourself first?”

The condition then was critical and desperate, but he was still in the mood of mocking others. He thought that his death would be worthwhile if he could laugh at such a bigwig as the Chief Preaching Monk before he died. In addition, he was not despaired yet.

Because he still had one last hope.

The hope did not lie on himself.

It laid on the person he was waiting for.

When he was in the Lanke Temple, he waited for the person for a long time.

After leaving the Lanke Temple, he waited for the person in Chaoyang for a whole winter.

He kept waiting for he had always firmly believed that that person would come.

On the day when he was in the Lanke Temple, that person came for him. So he should also come to the White Tower Temple today.

However, would he really come?

”Clang!”

What answered Ning Que's question was a sound from a Qin.

The Qin was a musical instrument with strings. Usually made with seven strings, its sound was mild and elegant.

They were at the White Tower Temple, with corpses and blood everywhere. It was exactly the place called ”the Xiuluo State” by the Buddhism Sect.

The sound of the Qin was not in harmony with the place.

Moreover, there was no Qin in the White Tower Temple and no one here had one.

However, there was a string in the temple. Even though there was only one string, when it was tightened and someone played it with fingers, the string could also make a melodious sound.

Those strings were on the bows, the bows held by hundreds of archers of the Yuelun Kingdom.

And the sound came from a bow.

However, the player was obviously somewhat in a hurry. He used so much strength that the tightened bowstring suddenly broke into two and turned grey.

Then, there was another sound of the Qin.

Hundreds of archers had hundreds of bows; hundreds of bows had hundreds of tightened strings. Every time when the player touched a bowstring, a sound occurred and the string broke.

The clear sound rang densely and continuously, like pearls falling on a jade plate or a shower falling into an iron urn. There was no pause and it seemed that all the sounds rang at the same time.

”Clang! ...Clang! ...Clang,clang,clang!”

It seemed like a long time had passed but in fact, it only occurred for a very short moment. The dense and clear sounds rang and disappeared at the same time. Only the lingering sounds reverberated in the White Tower Temple.

A scholar in an old cotton-padded jacket appeared and stood quietly in front of Ning Que. No one knew when he arrived. He looked at the Chief Preaching Monk not far away, the wooden dipper tied to his belt swinging gently.

As the sound stopped, hundreds of strings broke.

The staff held by the Chief Preaching Monk stopped making sounds.

After the appearance of the scholar, the field became quiet.

As another gust of wind came, the new kasaya worn by the Chief Preaching Monk fluttered slowly.

But no one knew whether the wind came from the lake or the scholar.

It was not until then that the archers discovered that the bow in their hands had become rubbish. The arrows waiting to be shot on the bows had long been shot into the air and gone nowhere.

They stared at the scholar in shock. Though they guessed vaguely it had something to do with him, no one could figure out how it happened and who the person was.

Ning Que, of course, knew who he was because he was the person Ning Que had been waiting for. He had thought that he would not be able to wait for the person to appear, but he came for him after all.

Looking at the scholar, he suddenly relaxed after being extremely nervous for countless days and nights. He felt an endless sense of exhaustion pouring into his body. He had been fleeing without anyone's help from autumn in the Lanke Temple to autumn in the Wilderness and to winter in Chaoyang. Now he finally had someone to rely on.

It was a great feeling.

The Eldest Brother turned around and looked at Ning Que covered all over with blood. He could not help feeling some guilt, shame and relief at the same time. He said in a slightly trembling voice, ”Younger Brother, here I am.”

Looking at his Eldest Brother who was dusty and fatigued, Ning Que knew the reason and felt extremely touched. He said in a similarly shaken voice, ”Senior Brother, here you are.”

These two sentences were spoken almost at the same time.

They looked at each other and were stunned. Then they smiled and started coughing at the same time.