937 Buddha’s Palm (1/2)

In the autumn many years ago, there was once a Light of Buddha that penetrated the temple and landed on Sangsang.

The Light of Buddha was so compassionate and cold at the same time. In the light, Sangsang's face seemed paler and her body seemed slighter.

During that time, she looked at Ning Que outside the Light of Buddha and bursted into tears silently.

From that moment on, she became the daughter of Invariant Yama and suffered endless pain and fear. And then she and Ning Que began to be hunted by the whole human world.

The Light of Buddha back then was undoubtedly the most fundamental turning point for the both of them. All the stories that happened later began here.

How could Ning Que ever forget?

At this moment, looking at the Light of Buddha on the cliff and Sangsang within, he seemed to return to the past, and the most painful emotions were all poured into his mind.

”No!” He cried out painfully.

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The Light of Buddha appeared so suddenly, connecting the cliff yard and the sky together. Even Sangsang could not tell whether it was coming from the sky or from the bottom of the cliff.

More precisely, the Light of Buddha connected the cliff yard with the clouds.

Countless clouds gathered above the mountain peaks, completely covering the blue sky.

With her hands behind her back, Sangsang looked up at the depths of the Light of Buddha calmly.

Her face was as white as snow under the bright light.

Since she put her hands behind her back, she could no longer hold Ning Que's hand.

Even though Sangsang was Haotian, she had to be concentrate while dealing with the Light of Buddha.

However, at this point, she heard Ning Que's painful shouting coming from behind.

She didn't frown seeing the Light of Buddha, but frowned tightly hearing Ning Que's shouting.

Turning around, she looked at Ning Que and asked, ”What do you mean 'No'?”

Ning Que was affected by the Light of Buddha and was spitting out blood. And he turned extremely pale for he worried about her safety. He had never imagined that the whole thing would turn out to be like this.

He looked at Sangsang in the Light of Buddha and didn't know what to say.

Sangsang did not cry, did not vomit blood and even did not call his name. She showed no fear.

Sangsang was not as thin and pitiful as before.

Her figure was so tall. Even the Light of Buddha couldn't be compared to her radiance.

He realized that Sangsang had grown up.

She was now the omnipotent and omniscient Haotian, not the little handmaiden who refused to leave his side. She no longer needed his protection, but began to protect him.

”Nothing.” Ning Que answered with a smile. Then he went speechless and began to vomit blood.

Sangsang was a little irritated. Human beings are really troublesome creatures. They are terrified at one moment and then laugh the next moment. I don't really know what is going on in his mind. Seeing the blood in the corner of his lips, she thought she understood what he meant. He must be in extreme pain under the pressure of the Light of Buddha since I am not holding his hand. The ”No” he said must mean he that doesn't want me to let go of his hand. And his boring self-esteem of male animals is no doubt the root of ”nothing” he said later.

”I am not available.” Sangsang said to him, ”Can you open the umbrella?”

She used to the one who vomited blood, and now it was his turn to be the weaker one. Ning Que was immersed in the sentimental emotion brought by the change. Hearing what Sangsang said, he suddenly woke up and took out the big black umbrella.

From the autumn at Lanke Temple, the big black umbrella had been tortured for many years and had been worn out. Ning Que brought the umbrella back from the eucalyptus tree and mended it with old cloths. The umbrella looked ugly, just like a beggar's outfit that was covered with patches. Since the umbrella hadn't been washed for many years, it was full of black mud and not as beautiful as before.

Ning Que didn't care about this, and he was pleased to find that the black umbrella could actually block the Light of Buddha. Looking toward the depths of the light along Sangsang's eyes, Ning Que wanted to see where the enemy was.

He was in good mood and so was Sangsang. The Xuankong Temple finally responded. She was very much looking forward to it rather than being afraid, for the clue of Buddha's whereabouts might lie within the sudden change of the temple's attitude.

However, what happened next somewhat surprised them.

The chanting sounds echoing around the cliffs gradually became neat, and the loud and distant bell did not cover up the sounds. And the bell was more like the wind in the bellows, helping the chanting sounds become louder and louder.

With the changes of the bell and the sounds, the Light of Buddha on the cliff yard had also changed. Its color had become clearer and clearer, and the Power of Buddha contained in it had also become more and more horrible.

Sangsang stood in the Light of Buddha with her hands behind her back, looking calm.

Ning Que's hand which held the umbrella handle trembled slightly, and it was getting hard for him to hold the umbrella still. Putting the green pear into the sleeve, he used both his hands to barely make the umbrella steady.

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On the summit. Behind the Grand Hall of the Xuankong Temple.

With nobody around, the ancient clock swayed with the wind.

The bell rang through the entire giant peaks and also the field under the peaks, reaching the cliff far away and bounced back. And the cycle repeated endlessly.