836 A Rundown Temple Outside Yangzhou City (2/2)
Ning Que said, ”This man loves his wife very much, and it is also painful for him to stay alive.”
Wang Jinglue said, ”At least he should not suffer while he is alive.”
Ning Que said, ”There are still two cultivators in the Knowing Destiny States by the Fuchun River. I won't take risks for this person, of course… if he can survive this, he might be of some use in the future.”
With that, Ning Que turned to leave the ancestral hall.
He looked across the Fuchun River and sensed the faint fluctuations of the array intent in the manor. He thought it was indeed a place with a longer history than the Academy and that it should not be underestimated.
There were two people on the banks of Fuchun River who were in the Knowing Destiny State. This would not make him feel afraid, but if he wanted to start working, there would be a lot of movement. Everyone would then know that he had left Chang'an.
He could not allow anyone to know that he had already left Chang'an, at least not before he entered the West-Hill Divine Kingdom. Otherwise, cultivation powerhouses all over the world would try to kill him.
After all, he had signed a peace treaty with the West-Hill Divine Palace to ensure the safety of Qinghe County. The Divine Hall would not endure it for too long if he killed too many people here. He had a lot of things he could not do until the Academy gets rid of the Drunkard and Butcher—the two knives that had always hung over the Tang Empire's head.
But there were some things that he could do and should do.
Just like what Yang Erxi said, what else can the Tangs do now at Qinghe County other than killing people?
Ning Que did not enter Yangzhou City this time.
He stood in the woods outside the road silently and looked at the official riding a white horse.
The official was very young and looked elegant and quiet. He had dozens of subordinates and guards with him. He did not forget to wave to the people of Qinghe County and drew cheers.
To Ning Que, the young official was very funny, because the official uniform he was wearing was clearly in the Tang style with only some minor details changed. It seemed rather ludicrous.
The reason why Ning Que always thought this person was funny was because he was called Zhong Da Jun.
”On the day of the rebellion, he made the greatest contribution. He is also the son of the city guard of Yangzhou, so he received plenty of boons after the incident. He is likely to be knighted if Qinghe County becomes an independent country.”
Wang Jinglue looked at Zhong Dajun and said.
The great meritorious service rendered during the rebellionnaturally meant that many Tangs were killed. The officials of all levels from Yangzhou City were all tricked into going to the Chatelain's Mansion and then, were ambushed and killed.
Ning Que looked at Zhong Dajun's hands which were holding the reins and said, ”I will kill him before leaving. Make preparations in Yangzhou City. I'll be back in a month at most.”
There was a rundown temple outside Yangcheng Prefecture. It was the only temple there.
Two monks had suddenly come to the rundown temple, one of whom was dark, quiet and distinguished, while the other was blind, dejected and silent.
Ning Que entered the rundown temple at dusk.
He looked at the tanned monk and smiled, ”Senior Brother, long time no see.”
The monk was the abbot of Lanke Temple, Monk Guan Hai.
The monk, Guan Hai, looked at him and sighed. ”Everyone in the world is waiting for you to leave Chang'an so that you can be killed. Who would have thought that you'd really leave the city?”
Ning Que replied, ”Senior Brother, you've been cultivating for all these years. Haven't you also left the temple?”
Guan Hai said, ”The West-Hill Divine Palace is organizing the Light Sacrifice, and someone from the Tile Mountain has to go.”
Ning Que said, ”I want to go and watch the bustle as well.”
Monk Guan Hai only knew then that Ning Que was about to go to the West-Hill. He was shocked speechless.
Ning Que looked at the back of the temple and asked, ”How has he been?”