642 One Can Go on the Path When There Is a Path (2/2)

As the dark cloud had already left, bountiful sunlight that was absent for many days finally floated down the Chaoyang City. However, people in the city who hardly saw the blue sky did not look happy at all.

Under the clear blue sky, the white tower was extraordinarily beautiful in the light. The lake reflected the image of the trees. The ground was still spattered with blood after the corpses had been removed.

On the open space beside the lake, the Eldest Brother appeared. He was coughing so desperately and painfully that he bent down as if coughing up his lungs.

Lungs could not be coughed up, but blood could. Within moments, the snow-white handkerchief in his hand covering his lips became red, looking as if it was red right from the start.

The Eldest Brother from the Academy was a legend in the cultivation world.

Few people have seen him fight, but Ye Su and Tang, the two world wayfarers, regarded him as their goal of cultivation. So one could imagine how profound his state was. However, his opponent today was Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple, the Buddha of the world and a legendary figure.

Legends, after all, were not myths.

It was incredible that the Eldest Brother could break the Chief Preaching Monk's words and force him to remain where he was so as to create a chance for Ning Que to escape.

However, he did not rest much this year. He was exhausted from looking for Ning Que and Sangsang in different Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, and cities through Limitless State. So his state was unstable now. In addition, he was seriously injured in today's fight, which might even affect his cultivation in the future.

Even so, he still looked gentle and cool. His eyes were so clear that everyone wanted to get close to them. There were no extra emotions on his face except a slight frown caused by coughing.

The combat today between the leader of the Buddhism Sect and Mr. First of the Academy was indescribably amazing. It was fully qualified to be recorded in the annals of cultivation or the Buddhist myths.

As a Buddha indestructible both physically and mentally, the Chief Preaching Monk was not injured at all though he was defeated again and again. He was still a myth as well as a winner. But since Ning Que managed to escape with the daughter of Yama, he was also a loser.

An ordinary person would probably be angry and fight again. But the Chief Preaching Monk looked as calm and gentle as the Eldest Brother, without any sign of sulking.

He looked at the Eldest Brother and praised, ”Being resolute and dull is benevolence.”

The Eldest Brother made a bow to return the favor, ”You flatter me.”

Thinking of the several crucial scenes during the combat, the Chief Preaching Monk said with a smile, ”I should have thought that the Headmaster would know such old means as the Power Follows Words.”

He looked at the Eldest Brother and asked, ”But I do not know when he taught you that.”

The Eldest Brother rubbed the blood away from his lips and said slowly, ”My teacher never taught me that.”

The Chief Preaching Monk looked at him quietly and asked suddenly, ”Did you learn it by yourself?”

Eldest Brother nodded.

As his silver eyebrows fluttered slightly, the Chief Preaching Monk asked, ”Buddha's words have not been heard for a long time. When did you learn it?”

Eldest Brother answered honestly, ”When you spoke them.”

After hearing the answer, the Chief Preaching Monk fell into a long silence. As his silver eyebrows slowly flapped down, he looked at the scholar and sighed, ”Hearing the truth at dawn, knowing the destiny at dusk. Now I believe it is true.”

Chief Preaching Monk got up with one hand on his staff and plodded toward the carriage.

When he went to the front of the carriage, he turned back to look at Eldest Brother and said, ”Ning Que and the daughter of Yama went toward the north, with black crows to guide and dark clouds to shield. You cannot help him anymore. Go back to the Academy to have a rest.”

After a moment of silence, the Eldest Brother said, ”There's still my teacher.”

The Chief Preaching Monk said slowly, ”It is said that you, Li Manman, are so benevolent and good that you do not even know how to lie. I did not expect you to lie today for the sake of your Younger Brother.”

Then he sighed, ”What you said on behalf of the Headmaster is not his ideas, but only your own conjecture. So I did not agree with you.”

The Eldest Brother told him what the Headmaster's idea was: only if Sangsang died, would the imprint on her be released, thus exposing the position of the world to Yama. Therefore, she could not die.

Now the Chief Preaching Monk said that that was not the Headmaster's idea, but only his own conjecture.

The Eldest Brother froze slightly. He did not know how the monk had seen through him.